Disclaimer: In how mant different languages, I wonder, can I say I don't own Bleach? The answer? One.

A/N: Okay. This chapter is even shorter than the last one, and its' really strange. I portrayed Hueco Mundo as a living being, almost an entity. This chapter is from Hueco Mundo's point of view. It isn't really a person, just sort of an ubiquitous sentient thing. I don't know how to explain it really *grins awkwardly* that's just how I see it. I hope you all understand this.

Okay. Now I was letting my cousin (also my beta, in a way) read this, and he tells me, "Well, I like it, but you need another chapter in between this one and the next." I agreed with him, because he's the best author I know and he's always right (darn him!). But when I sat down to write, I could think of nothing! So.

I need you all to give me your ideas on who I should write the chapter about. It can be a lot of people, but the person has to have significance to the story. For example, one of the Orihime rescue team, or the main Espada, heck, you can say "Tree" or, "Orihime's brother" and I won't have a problem with it. I'll pick the one I think fits best, and write a chapter about it. Put the idea in a review or PM me kay? That you all and can't wait to get the input. Thank you my beautiful, gorgeous readers!

6:

Hollow World

Hueco Mundo was a hollow world. It had always been so, since the beginning of time, and It always would be, until the end of life. It was not hell, as the Shinigami believed, and though Aizen's guess was slightly more accurate, he too was incorrect in his assumption. Hueco Mundo was not heaven, and It was not hell. Heuco Mundo was nothing. Hueco Mundo was empty, a hollow world. The Hollows that dwelled in Hueco Mundo were beings of nothingness as well, constantly fueled to kill, to devour, because of their need to fill up the emptiness that they were made of; to live and feel again.

There was no life in Hueco Mundo, and there was no color. There was simply the sand, and the wind, and the bleak desert sky. A wasteland. A dead world. Nothing could live there, how could they? Creatures of color could not survive in such a dreary land. When Aizen and his two minions had appeared, it had seemed at first that they were alive, and Hueco Mundo had marveled. But in time, the Black King and his Companions proved to be as lifeless as any Hollow. They were colorful on the outside, but on the inside they were as empty and bleak as the world where they now lived.

And Hueco Mundo had despaired, even as It had hung It's head in hopelessness, because no creature of Life and Color would ever be seen on It's desert plains. And then. Then she had come. A girl, a human girl, colorful on the outside as no Hollow had ever been, her spirit shining so brightly that it blinded the land so used to the dark. With her came warmth, and light, and in her shining hair and strange eyes there came new feelings, new sensations. And Hueco Mundo stood in awe. It clung to this strange, kaleidoscope girl with all It's might. She must stay, this girl, she must stay; because she was the only glimpse of the sun the nighttime world of Hueco Mundo would ever have. She was life. She was color. She was hope.

There is no meaning in this world.

End

Well, that was it. Weird? Freaky? Strange to the extreme? Yes. But it's unique! At least I think it is... Anyways, please remember to give me your ideas. And review :) Love you all!