Sorrysorrrysorry for taking so long, I've just been so frustratingly busy. =(

It also seems that I am already deviating from the actual manga storyline.. a shame really.

I wish Kubo Tite and I could get along in our ideas about Bleach! (Just kidding, of course!)

That's about it.

Enjoy! :)

"Oh, aren't you curious", my hollow remarked with a wink as he noticed my quirked brows before he tossed the mask in my direction and I caught it after balancing the weight on my two hands a few times, commenting on the danger of the horns with faked anger much like I had back when I first met my hollow and Zangetsu threw a nondescript sword my way.

Tensa Zangetsu looked over at my bleached alter ego and quirked a single brow himself, "You're going to give him that? Are you really okay with that?", he followed up as he crossed two slender arms across eachother over his chest.

My hollow closed his eyes, arched over and just shrugged nonchalantly while his echoed voice tore through the dimension, "Yeah, well, I felt after that fight, that he kind of deserved it."

Focusing down at my mask while the two sides of mine seemed to argue with one another, which I didn't know because I wasn't listening to them, I noticed that the once black mask with white stripes was now in fact slowly turning into a white mask with black stripes.

The mask seemed to attract to me, as if it controlled me to put it on, I also looked cautiously at it and realized that there was a good reason my friends were frightened of this form because the skull-like structure and the added demonic horns made for a very menacing appearance.

Breaking out of my trance, I looked up at my hollow in confusion equal to that of my zanpakuto.

Shocked as I was, I stuttered..

"This is.."

The hollow's face contorted in that of irritation as he raised a finger to point at me with a wicked smirk, "Oi, if I didn't know any better, I'd assume you were ungrateful.."

I held my entranced gaze in between where my hollow stood and the mask that I held in my hand, "But..", I quickly replied, but soon realized I did not know how to formulate a proper addition to that word and remained silent and brought my attention back to the mask, inspecting it thoroughly, noting that it very much appeared like fragile porcelain and while it held a profoundly dark and eerie, also powerful aura to it, it seemed to be wholly unfit for what I assumed was its job.

As if a vein sprung open on my hollowfied alter ego's head, he commented rather loudly, "Are you going to stare? Do you think it's meant to be some kind of decoration? Put it on!", adding a growl at the end of his sentence.

It made me smile when it dawned upon me that my hollow was actually, against my wish, much like me. I was not going to admit I had temper tantrums as easily as he did, though.

I looked up into the eyes of my hollow, just now noticing his "command" and it made me quirk a brow, "I don't think that's a good idea..", I followed up, subconsciously confessing that the trauma that the "fight" against Ulquiorra left still remained, carved in my soul's core.

My hollow's eyes narrowed and he hissed at me, like a child that was pissed off at me for not doing what he wanted, "King..", his voice echoed as he threw me a faint glare, ".. just put it on."

I gritted my teeth out of slight fear but nevertheless gulped down that fear when Tensa Zangetsu looked my way and nodded confidently, trying to assure me that I would be all right.

I removed my gaze from both and looked back at the mask as I hesitantly put it closer to my face and when it was a few inches from my skin, it magnetically pulled itself towards my face and hooked on to it, unlike my normal hollow mask.

A sensation stung through my body, but it wasn't unpleasant or painful. I was quite honestly wondering what it was. Power? No. It was euphoria.. mixed with power too..

I looked down at my rapidly changing body with shock as it seemed to turn an unnatural, sickly pale and a small dot appeared in the center of my sternum, growing out in to what I identified as tattoos, but that was something I could not ascertain due to the garb of my bankai covering most of my body.

"Crack.. scrghh.."

My vision became blurry, and was that a crackle? It felt as if my body elongated. I looked down at my body and saw that it did, and that my hands had turned into claws. I quickly looked up at my hollow who smirked at me in mad glee, muttering something like "Oh boy, 'Kingy's first deliberate full hollow transformation!'

A ring of energy appeared around my feet and exploded into a smokescreen that enveloped my body in a cocoon of mingled energy and smoke, and worst of all, I temporarily blanked out due to the sudden pressure of the hollowfication, but could quite clearly see and react when the smokescreen dissipated.

As a late reaction to my transformation, pitch black energy with a crimson border started to explode around me, all stemming from my body, like a sea of vast power.

I looked around, widening my hollowfied, dark golden eyes as I laid them upon the sight of that energy, -my- energy, crawling all over this dimension and absorbing it, before ripping it to shreds and causing a gigantic explosion.

Due to the chaotic explosion, splinters and shards that were the only traces that remained of this once hyper-realistic dimension flew my way and caused me to flinch in shock, only to see them dissolve right before me.

"Hah!", I looked around at the direction of the sound and saw my hollow there, balancing on a pole without any effort, much like Old Man Zangetsu used to, "See? Was that so hard?", his voice echoed throughout my inner world, causing the sound of a shunpo nearby to slip past my ears.

"Well done, Ichigo. To your hollow, you may seem extremely soft or weak for not being able to conquer your fears for his powers, but this is a gigantic step", a voice from behind me commented, which forced me to turn around and look at Tensa Zangetu, who hovered silently in the air, with his arms across his chest, throwing me a soft, supportive smile.

My hollow sighed, "Tsk, that's bullshit, I think it's all well that he managed this, I just love to make fun of his sorry ass.", he smirked widely at me as I looked over my shoulder at him.

The sound of a sonido stabbed through the air as my hollow came to rest next to Tensa Zangetsu, which brought me back to the time when I first performed Jinzen and they seemed to cooperate so well.

Once more, to my irritation, I turned around to face the both of them now, raising a hand closer to my face and investigating it, noticing my pitch black claws and the plate-like ridges over the rest of my fingers, surprised with how I actually assumed such a grotesque visage.

Tensa Zangetsu frowned solemnly at me as he called my name, "Ichigo, we wish we could train you and make you more efficient at using both our powers, but you have no time to waste. I am afraid you will have to gauge and learn how to use our powers in the field of battle once more. Go, Ichigo, hurry!"

My eyes widened, but I had no time to react because my body dissolved at a rapid pace and I was literally kicked out of my own inner world.

In the end, I turned into a dot and disappeared. It all became black..

"Oi, do you think Kingy'll be fine?"

"..."

"... Yeah..he's Ichigo.."

My eyes broke open, and I saw the familiar buildings of Karakura Town around me, which made me blink a few times in disbelief.

Suddenly, memories flooded my mind and I recalled everything that went on before my little trip into my inner world. Go, Ichigo! You have no time to waste! The Soul Society is in danger!

My eyes widened and from those thoughts sprung a few more, Rukia! Renji!

I adjusted my position and bowed through my knees before launching myself out of the air, in the direction of my house, holding my arms back while my bankai garb and sword slowly dissolved and turned into their traditional ones, the handle of my shikai coming to rest in my grasp by the time I had made it to the window and entered back through it, trying desperately to keep my calm.

As I came through the window, everyone seemed relieved and some-what smiled at me, welcoming me back.

Ishida was the first to ask me, "What took you, Kurosaki?", with a faint expression that hinted at concern. I knew that he had realized that Ivan wasn't a normal arrancar, I merely nodded faintly at the Quincy archer and turned to the rest of the group, sucking in a deep breath of air before wanting to tell them the news.

A weird, noisy sound blurted through my words right as I was about to explain the situation, and I turned towards the direction from which the sound originated, seeing that boy?.. or girl holding a cell phone with a wide, goofy smile while the companion of the young, unexperienced shinigami turned around stiffly and looked at the cell-phone with an expression that imitated a deer in headlights.

I had to stifle a brief chuckle before I told what seemed to be a young male shinigami to answer the call, after that I, I crossed my arms across my chest and looked expectantly at the boy, who had - in the meantime- gained a huge bulge protruding from where his eyebrow was supposed to be, with the female shinigami's clenched fist shaking.

"Yes? Yes, of course. Yes, yes, uhh.. yes! .. Oh.."

I quirked my right eyebrow, rather confused by the barrage of "yes"es.

"Yes.. I shall..What? No.. you can't be..", then the young shinigami's face slowly shifted into that of both sadness and inexplicable horror.

Aware of the situation, or well, aware of the sketchy version of the situation, I told the shinigami, whose name Inoue had whispered into my name a moment ago to say that "We are on our way."

Bar the two shinigami, the rest turned my way and seemed surprised and I sighed deeply,

"Just tell them we are on our way."