Summary: When saving a spirit from your everyday hollow Ichigo comes across something he's never seen before that could cause him to lose the on-going battle between him and his hollow.

Seeing how this is my first fanfic constructive criticism is appreciated :)

I do not own any of the rights to bleach, that goes to Tite Kubo.

'Ichigos thoughts'

"Normal Speech"

-Shiro/Hichigo(his name doesn't really matter in this) talking-

* Zangetsu talking *

Ichigo awoke to the feeling of someone poking him, expecting his maniacal dad to crash into his room on the attack Ichigo quickly jumped up. Instead of his old man flying at him there was a collective gasp around him. He looked up to see the souls of the Rukongai who had encircled him now slowly backing away fear in their eyes.

'I don't get it, why are they sacred of me? But something feels wrong I can't-'

*Ichigo, do you not remember?*

-ahahaha he doesn't well this will be interesting eh Zangetsu-

'What are you on about and what am I supposed to be remembering?'

*Do you remember the hollow from yesterday?*

'Hollow, yeah but what's-'

Ichigo was unable to continue talking with Zangetsu as rocks had started to be thrown at him by a few of the local children. They didn't throw very hard but that wasn't the point to Ichigo, 'Why are they throwing rocks god damnit?'

"Hey! Quit throwing the rocks!" as soon as he said it Ichigo found the reason they were, his voice sounded like he was in hollowfication which would obviously frighten the souls which hollows preyed on.

'Why the hell am I hollowfied? Damn it, Zangetsu you know anything?'

*It must have happened in your fight but I feel something is missing Ichigo so you should remove it.*

There was no input from his hollow which he was thankful for as the bastard got on his nerves but it made him think about what Zangetsu had just said. Bringing his hand up to his face Ichigo attempted to remove his mask. An attempt that all but failed as he only managed to remove the half on the left side of his face.

'This isn't good, does this mean he's gaining control again? I thought I locked him away when I trained with the vizards…'

All around him people from the Rukongai were staring at him clearly distressed as they slowly started backing away, afraid he would consume them at any minute. Sighing Ichigo slowly got up so he didn't scare them so much that they would run off and alert the Seireitei if they hadn't already. The hope that they hadn't already was diminished when Ichigo saw a shinigami casually walking down the road but they weren't yet aware of Ichigo. Seeing the start of a forest Ichigo scooped Zangetsu of the floor and quickly shunpoed behind the row of thick bushes ducking down while he suppressed his reiatsu as much as he could. Even with his awful ability to control his spiritual pressure the shinigami must have been of a low level as he failed to detect Ichigo at all.

After the shinigami had gone Ichigo walked further into the forest in order to put distance between him and any other living thing. The forest was dark thanks to the canopy blocking out the sun and after a while Ichigo couldn't tell how long he had been walking for. It was quiet in the forest which made Ichigo glad, he didn't want to stumble across anyone or anything before he figured out what was going on with his hollow powers.

It was dark, an eerie silence set through the forest that seemed to be getting more familiar to Ichigo as he continued to walk. Something was making Ichigo feel uncomfortable, it wasn't the type of uncomfortable that you felt when you thought someone was watching you. No. Ichigo felt that something was missing but he couldn't quiet grasp it, like it was right in front of him but he failed to see it. He thought about his sisters back at home suck with the old man but he felt no emotion pass through him. Now that he thought about it he had felt no emotion since waking up not even when he saw the terror he had caused to the souls of the Rukongai. All he could feel in place of any emotion was a cold emptiness where his soul chain would have been. He remembered what Zangetsu had said before about something being missing and now realised what he meant. Before he could elaborate on the point a harsh cold fiery pain coursed up his right arm making his world spin. He stumbled forwards a few steps but in the end he collapsed in front of a tree that was on the edge of a huge clearing. All Ichigo could do was sit there as his arm felt like it was being ripped apart and put back together piece by piece.

Flesh and bone burned as the pain grew in intensity but the only sound that escaped Ichigo was a soft hiss as he was pulled into the darkness with his left hand clutching Zangetsu by his side. Little did Ichigo know was that his right arm had begun its change. An icy whiteness crawled its way up echoes of his battle with Ulquiorra reverberated through the air as the sleeve of his shihakusho faded overcome by the violent nature of his inner hollow. It was like his hollow was trying to make a statement that he couldn't be suppressed for much longer.

Its not that long but I'm working through... writers block I suppose even though I know what's supposed to be happening.

Okay so I suppose there wasn't much talking yet again but conversation shall commence soon, possibly next chapter :)

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