Prologue

Hell was pain, heat and insanity... the essence of agony boiling in the air, filling your entire being with pain beyond measure. Within the Realm of Hell, Everything was designed to cause and prolong Suffering. Fires and Lava that healed your body while also inflicting agonizing pain, spiritual energy that crushed your Soul and drove your Spirit into Madness... it was never meant to be see by the Living. This concept was not enforced, a fact Mika learned some time ago, the Day his Father pulled him into hell...

It was pure agony, every moment drove his mind closer and closer to madness...

"""Flashback"""""

" AH!" Mika screamed, clawing and pawing at the ground, struggling to pull himself from his father's grip. This just made his Father, now a Monstrous Growing Bull like beast, laugh cruelly. " Let go, your already Dead!" Mika's foot slammed into his father's eye, repeatedly, as he tried to rip his leg from his father's Teeth. " Don't make me kill you again!" It would have been intimidating had he been older then Eleven and bigger then his four foot six inch height.

" Your in no place to make threats you little shit!" With a single snap of his Neck, Dominic tossed Mika into a wall, shattering all of his ribs and cracking his spine. " You got me killed, I was strangled in my dead in my bead by my Jailmate. He Whispered in my ear the entire time, child abusers didn't have the right to live." His voice darkened, turning from his normal angry tone into a terrifying growl. " Your my property, I own you even in Death. I can do anything I want to you!"

Blood dribbled from Mika's Lips and pain exploded through his body, but still he managed to give his father a cocky smirk. " And Yet... you still a little bitch, having to get your rocks off by hurting defenseless me. So intimidating." Leaning Back, Mika didn't bother to stop his father as he impaled Mia with one of his horns, he didn't even flinch as he was raised off of the Ground by the Horn now in his Shoulder." You'll get your own, one day you'll piss of the wrong person. Pity I won't get the chance to watch your Death..." Darkness lingered around the edges of his vision, he was ready to die.

" Put that Child DOWN!" A Cocky, sure Human voice echoed faintly in Mika's ears, forcing him to open his eyes long enough to see a Katana slice through his father's Horn, before slicing sharply through his father's Mask. Mika landed harshly on the ground, unable to move as he father lashed out and grabbed his ankle with his Teeth, just in time to watch a massive Red Gate explode from the Ground. Skulls embedded on the door ripped it open, before something pulled his father inside... Mika grunted as he was dragged into the Dark Void, watching the Sword Welding Man crying out in shock, trying to save him.

Mika expected the pain to fade as he passed out from bloodloss, but it did not. In fact, it just got worse as he slammed into the Ground... then it vanished as he was lifted from the ground by a Hulking Grey beast. Fear pushed past anything, causing Mika to struggle and lash out... only to freeze when he noticed, on the ground behind him... his body, Impaled by his Father's Horn and Slumped with Gazed eyes. Tiny, minute breathe rattles escaped his lips, flecks of blood spattering the world with each breathe.

" GARAGHHHHH!" The Creature's bellow rang out fiercely, Mika cringed from the Horrible sound, before it shot away into the distance. Horrible heat and anger exploded around him, like the very air was trying to destroy him. It hurt so much, like snow whipping into your face... only it burned, like ash and smoke and hate. It only got worse as the creature fell past a massive series of White blocks covered in miserable looking creatures... eventually erupting out of a Massive Plum of Lava. Lightning struck all around him, Trees forged from the Bones of many creatures covered the area. It was ashy and hot, and Mika nearly fainted just being there...

Within Moments, he was dangling from chains along side his father, drifting in and out of consciousness.

He wasn't sure how long he was there when the chains broke, all he did know was that they broke the Moment he spoke. " I am innocent of any crimes that would sentence me into hell..." He collapsed laying on the ground as he fell, not an ounce of energy within him... not until the hulking grey creatures returned from the Plumes of Lava. He rolled under the creature's grabbing hands, diving into the plume, shooting out in an area more rocky and open. He collasped again as pain wracked his body, the many wounds he had suffered from his rough treatment and being hung by his Wrists, healed until there was not even scars...

Terrified, he rushed away at speeds he never knew he was capable of, diving into a small cave he found. Sleep took a long time, but eventually it came to him...

""""Flashback End""""

From that day, it was all about survival, fighting the Hulking Grey creatures, Or Kushanda as he learned they were called, as best he could... which most consisted of Fleeing. At first he just ran from them, ducking under their big, clumsy forms but as time progressed he got strong enough to out run them. Of course that wasn't enough to fight the Tobigata, the prisoners of Hell, who brutally attacked him every day. They hated him, as they hated each other, wanting to rip him apart so they could vent their suffering... and they had powers unlike anything he had ever seen, so really running could only do so much.

Some could control fire, some could detach their limbs, or unleash massive blasts of energy that demolished entire cubes and such. Some looked Human, and others looked monstrous as his father had. They attacked without mercy, and so he was eventually forced to defend himself... where he learned a few things. The First was that he was very durable now, maybe it was because his spirits... he really wasn't sure, but he rarely felt pain anymore bar when he felt the power of the air. Second, was that everything creature in Hell felt like something, you could gauge how strong they were by their overwhelming presence was...The last fact discovered was that he was very, very strong.

He discovered his strength by accident, when he lashed out and punched one of his many attackers in the face, cracking his mask and sending him flying. Harnessing his strength took time, his body had never been so powerful and it was so sudden it took a considerable amount of time. Oddly the chains, which still were attached to his wrists and dangled to his knees, helped him with this. They became powerful weapons, horribly durable and painful whips he could use to attack anyone around him. He could even use them to swing from place to place, attaching his chains to various objects. The Chains actually grew sometimes, when he was indanger and filled with what he would consider adrenilne if he was still alive. After some time, he managed to force them to grow, they glowed a dark Purple and became thinner, stretching vast lengths... after some practice anyway. At this point he could actually bisect the weaker Tobigato, and knock the stronger ones away long enough for him to run away.

Despite all of this, he wanted out... no, he needed out. Which is why he spent every minute of every day traveling the circles of hell, struggling to find his body. It was his link to the real world, he could almost feel it's presence at times, that familiar warmth that only life could bring. He was sure it was in the hands of the Kushanada, or at least were guarding his body from the Tobigato. He knew, perhaps instinctively, that his connection to his body was fading, should it cease to exist another being could use it to return to the outside world. He could not let that happen, not because he wanted to protect the living but because he wanted to get his ass out of hell. He didn't care about the suffering of others, he couldn't anymore...

He had to reach his body, soon, before the energy of this world severed their link and he was doomed to remain in Hell...

Forever.

''''Fours Years into Hell"""

" It is near... Come on, come on, come on..." Mika bit his lip, climbing higher and higher on the cube in front of him, approaching the Gate of Hell. There, in front of him was his body... it had grown, as he had... it looked nearly fifteen, but that didn't mean much to Mika since Time was unceartian in Hell. Scars covered his body, and he was incredibly thing but remarkably still alive. His Father's Horn still linger in his Shoulder, but oddly there seemed to be no permanent damage... actually the Shoulder was healing around the Horn, it was quite incredible. " Okay... there are six Kushanda, I cannot allow them to capture me. Last time they returned me to my old prison." He shuddered, the memory overwhelming him for a moment.

Clenching his fist, he shattered a large portion of rock from the Cube he was on, tossing it with all he had towards one of the Kushanada, knocking it into it's Brother's and starting a frenzy. It bellowed and screamed and raged, they shot out, looking for the Source of the Rock. Only one remained, clearly smarter then the other's if only barely. He could take it...

In One Motion, he flipped over the edge and shot towards his body, lashing out with one of his chains, catching the Creature's throat. In One Dramatic Motion, he yanked it backwards and to the side. It managed to roll over and jump at him, but it was too late, he had reached his body. Energy exploded from them, blasting the creature away and knocking Mika into a corridor of Dark energy before spitting him out into what looked like an Open Canyon.

" Blue Skies... I'm out..." He cried, openly sobbing and hugging the ground, ignoring the horn in his shoulder. " I'm free..."

" Old Man, who is this?" A Child's voice shook him from his stupor, making him realize he was surroned by immensely powerful beings. In One motion, he flipped to his feet and removed the Horn, holding it out threateningly at those nearby. He saw Four People, a Large tan man with a goofy mustache and hair who possessed a powerful Aura... a red haired boy with a grumpy expression, holding a large Club... Man with Clogs and a goofy hat, power exuded from this man in waves... but oddly it was the last person, a little girl who drew his attention Most. She was cute, clearly afraid of him, but she was filled with the power of Hell.

The World around him Dimmed for a second before it turned bloody... and he passed out... all he knew, before he left, was the image of that Scared little girl... and how angry he felt that she was afraid.

" " ARGHHH!" Urahara lashed out with an open palm, stopping the strange boy's charge for a moment before he was sent flying backwards. It was like being hit by Ururu, only much harder. " AHHHH!" With Speed easily matching a Lieutenant, the boy smashed his entire body into Tessai blasting the man away into a distant outcropping of Rock. Thanks to their Spiritual energy, neither were hurt but it stunned them long enough to watch Jinta attempt to smash the boy only to be backhanded away.

Using a Flashstep, Urahara appeared behind the boy and unleashed a silent Kido to bind him. The energy shot towards the unsuspecting boy, and would have bound him, had it not been for Ururu, who deflected the blast with a large piece of Rock she uplifted from the Ground. " Ururu, what are you Doing?" The girl's eyes were not glossy, as per her slaughter mode. Instead slitted like an animals, reflecting the snarl that escaped her lips.

" DO NOT TOUCH MY BROTHER!" Power filled the area, cracking the ground fiercely as she screamed. He expected she would attack, however instead of that, she turned around and throw her arms around the boy's neck and both collasped, energy fading as they held each other close. Even unconscious, the boy's body shifted until he was hovering protectively over Ururu. It was clear that he would be getting the apart... not until they woke up...

Clearing his throat, Uruhara approached the unconscious children, gasping lightly. He recognized this boy, he had vanished four Years ago, after his father died in prison. The Area around where he was last seen showed signs of Hallow Battle. He had suspected the boy to be a vicitm of the Hallows but that was clearly wrong, the boy's energy was far from a Hallows... it was still Human, only Warped and chaotic... he had never seen anything like it. " We need to get them upstairs... Tessai, get Jinta and make sure he is okay."

The Man grunted, doing as Urahara asked without question. A Silent question echoed between them... what the hell happened to this boy and what had he become...

But most importantly, why had Ururu called him brother? Was there a connection, were they related... perhaps it would explain her Slaughter Mode? Regardless, he would not rest until he found out. He would not allow such a threat to roam about unchecked... he could not allow such power in the hands of anyone he could not trust, especially someone Like Aizen or Mayrui, both of whom would use the boy and Ururu... he could never allow that...

Ever.

BOOM. A Loud Crash behind him, told him that the Gate had been destroyed, not that he was really surprised. When he had sent Ichigo and his group to the Soul Society to rescue Rukia, it had started to glow the color of Blood, shaking it's entire surface before shooting the boy out in a flash of immense energy. Really, he could only count his blessings, the boy's powers could have killed Jinta or Ururu, or caused the ceiling to collapse. He could reforge the gate, he could not resurrect his kids...

For that he was grateful...


Chapter End, tell me what you think in the Reviews.

This Chapter was something fun, exciting and deep to write... Mika's past is actually very fleshed out, we will see it in PTSD flashbacks...

He is connected to Ururu but it is not by blood, but a shared experience... you'll see what I mean soon...

All suggestions for Powers are Welcome...I have a few ideas, based On Orohime whom is both the same and the exact opposite of Mika ( You will see what I mean as this goes on)... and on the powers of hell. It can reduce a soul into ash if it destroys a souls hope entirely, so maybe emotional Powers... not sure...

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.