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 forgot to mention that this is based after Ichigo defeated Aizen but didn't lose his powers even after using the Final Getsuga Tenshou.

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

'Ichigos thoughts'

"Normal Speech"

-Shiro talking in Ichigos head-

* Zangetsu talking in Ichigos head *

Swords clashed. Flesh was sliced. Blood soiled the floor. Screams echoed everywhere. Explosions sounded through the area. Green and black clashed with red and white in a violent attempt to annihilate the each other from the world. It ended after an overpowering redness consumed everything. The screams didn't stop but it didn't matter they were incoherent, the only thing that could be heard was, 'I WILL SAVE YOU!'

Ichigo was flinching as he remained out cold he reiatsu fluctuating with each movement. Students had gathered around him whispering at the sight of him.

"What is it?"

"It's a Hollow isn't that obvious?"

"But it has a Zanpacto, so it…"

"Then it's an Arrancarr."

"Maybe we should go get someone to deal with it?"

"Yeah that's a good idea, it looks powerful."

"I can hardly stand with its reiatsu like this, its smothering me."

"Look there's a fifth year maybe then can do something."

"Heyy, Tsukimi*-senpai, Look what we found."

Akira wasn't the most model student but he was smart and those who were younger than him looked to him when they were in trouble. Clad in the standard blue academy uniform he was around the same height as Ichigo but still looked young in age. His hair was a deep auburn and the tips just reached his shoulders as it fell evenly down each side of his face. He turned to see who had called him a smile spread across his face as he saw who it was.

"Kasumi*-chan, I thought I told you to call me Akira-Chan or Akira*-senpai if it makes you feel better. We have been friends for over 4 years now." He smiled at her which caused Kasumi's pale cheeks to tinge pink.

"But it's rude Tsukimi-senpai anyway that's not important now," Kasumi said as Akira raised an eyebrow, "Whats important is this Shinigami or hollow whatever his is lying right on the academy grounds." She indicated to where Ichigo lay still flinching but something was different now, thin mist was now surrounding him as a shape in it started to form. Gasps washed over those watching him as the mist started to clear his Zanpacto had vanished and in its place was a tall figure wearing a long black coat. The figure bent down and started violently shaking the orange haired boy.

"Hey stop-" Kasumi started but Akira cut her off.

"That's his Zanpacto it would be wise to send someone to go get a teacher if someone hasn't gone already."

"God damit Zangetsu what have I told you about doing that when you materialise, bad enough that stupid hollow does it when I come visit you guys, but in the real world is enough." A voice yelled cutting through the chatter that had erupted after the smoke vanished. Silence fell over the ground where they all stood but the orange head didn't seem to notice as he continued to rant at his Zanpacto.

"Now why are you out here didn't I just speed the whole of the night in my inner world unless…" he trailed off thinking about that dream he'd had about defeating Uquiorra.

"Ichigo, we have matters that need discussing and I need all party's to be here. The hollow shall be here soon but he requests we call him Shiro." Zangetsu held his hand up to prevent Ichigos interruption, "I do not know why but if you look at your arm you will know why this cannot wait."

Ichigo did as Zangetsu instructed and shock pierced his features when he took in what had happened to his arm. It was completely white and cold to the touch, around his wrist was some red fur there was a stark contrast to the icy appearance of his arm.

"What happened? I'm turning into a hollow? But how?" questions poured out of Ichigos mouth as he became more worried about his inner hollow. He was soon cut off by a familiar voice he had no desire to hear.

"Ichigo. So nice to see ya, especially the way you're looking right now." His inner hollow was stood next to Zangetsu a huge smirk on his face, apparently happy he was outside. The hollow looked the same as he normally did; the exact opposite of Ichigo except today they had one similarity and that was his arm. It too was white with the tuft of red fur encircling his wrist but there was also a hole in his chest that Ichigo had never noticed before, unless it wasn't there in the first place.

"Holllow. I mean Shiro… what do you want?" Ichigo attempted to be as pleasant as possible with Shiro but the hollow saw right through it.

"Save the pleasantries for another time Ichigo will ya? Right now we gotta big problem to deal with." The high icy voice echoed round the clearing as Shiro spoke, "As much as I wanna take over your body I'd rather do it in my own way. Not with the help of some piece of shit that I could easily crush."

"So what exactly happened to make this happen?" pushing the feeling of disgust his hollow always brought out of him Ichigo looked up at the hollow meeting is black and gold eyed gaze.

"Did you get hit on the head or sumthin? You were fighting that Oni bitch but she pulled a fast one on ya and stole at least three-quarters of your soul. Would've taken the whole pitiful thing had I not intervened." The smug look on Shiros face was enough to piss off Ichigo. Save his soul or not Ichigo would not feel grateful to this bastard. Summoning up as much will as he could Ichigo attempted to force him back into their inner world.

"Fine you saved me but I'll deal with this now get back to where you're supposed to be!"

"Hiding me away will sheer will power? If you don't pull it together I will take over and it will stay that way. I won't stay locked away like a good boy for much longer, King." With one last movement to damn hollow proceeded to kick Ichigo into a tree and not expecting it Ichigo went flying back into the tree behind him. Zangetsu stared down at him his mouth twitching like he was about to laugh, Ichigo scowled at him.

"Okay old man, tell me what happens now?"

"Ichigo you don't have long, I can only hold Shiro back for so long to slow down the takeover. There is still about a quarter of your soul left but the Onis spell is still there, pieces of your soul are being removed and I'm sure you've noticed the lack on emotion you've been feeling apart from negative ones that a hollow would feel." Zangetsu gazed at Ichigo, his cloak flapping in the non-existent wind, "I would suggest that you attempt to track down this Oni and find out why she target you and for what purpose. Before that you have another issue to see to and i believe it won't wait much longer, good luck Ichigo." With that vague goodbye Zangetsu turned back into a sword just in time for someone to yell at Ichigo. Zanpacto drawn.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" the person was an old man whose spiritual pressure was smothered significantly by Ichigos. It was then that ichigo realised that his whole conversation had been overheard by at least 10 students all dressed in what Ichigo guessed was the shinigami academy shihakushos.

"Do I need to answer that? I'm just leaving—" Ichigo started to turn around when he heard multiple voices call out from behind

"Bakudō 9. Hōrin!"

Ichigo managed to dodge a few but one caught him on the foot while another caught his chest and pulled him back onto another tree. The force of ichigo hitting the tree reverberated through it causing the few reaming leaves to fall to the ground.

Another voice spoke to him, this one was younger but the spiritual pressure behind it was better than that of the old mans, "I would advise you do as sensei said as I doubt you would survive 10 kido assaults."

'damn soul society, I can't even use kido. Any suggestions would be welcome guys.'

-Go bankia and kill all the fuckers?-

Ichigo rolled his eyes 'Helpful Shiro'

*You could try it Ichigo, the going bankai not killing them all.*

'I'm not really comfortable going bankai I might crush them with my spiritual pressure…'

-Well if you weren't so shit at controlling your reiatsu you could send a bunch of it to a weak point on the kido-

'I think I can do that, you two know where the weak point is'

-Well when I say weak I mean only a little bit unstable but you can try. If it fails go bankai or I'll make you, I can control that hollowfied arm at times ya know king. The 'weak' point's on your hollow arm.-

Attempting the suggestion Ichigo focused his spiritual pressure on his hollow arm were the kido crossed it. He could sense the weakness in the kido and he exploited it, it started cracking soon as it required little pressure to break it but as it broke another binding spell was fired. It seemed stronger than the one he'd just broken and Ichigo had no time to shunpo away. True to his word Shiro used his arm and initiated bankai dissipating the incoming kido.

The hollow arm was still visible even with the bankai as the sleeve instead of not being there was white like Shiro's bankai had been when he trained for the Final Getsuga Tenshou. Lifting his hand to his face Ichigo felt for his mask which was still there covering half of his face, there was another hollow addition to his body which was the extremely long orange hair that fell to the middle of his back.

Before ichigo could catch his breath more kidos were fired at him but he dodged them all with ease all the time anger built up inside of him triggered by the fact they immediately condemned him because he was turning hollow. It was understandable and on any normal day Ichigo would have tried to avoid a fight, but all rationality had left Ichigo along with the pieces of his soul that had been stolen. His reiatsu flared up as his anger built and the quantity of kidos started to diminish, their wielders were too busy being crushed by his spiritual pressure. Looking down Ichigo observed those on the floor and satisfied that they could no longer attack him he descended to the ground and exited his bankai state. Wanting to know anything he could about an Oni he walked over to the guy that'd had the highest spiritual pressure. He was breathing heavily as he flopped back into a sitting position, sweat building on his forehead like he'd just been through a mass workout. He looked up at Ichigo half a smirk creeping onto his face and amusement dancing in his warm blue eyes.

"Do you know what an Oni is?" Ichigo demanding his rage still simmering beneath the surface, at least he knew what it was like to be a hollow.

A nod was all he got so Ichigo relaxed some of his reiatsu so that he could speak, "I don't know much cause' they're meant to be extinct but we're still taught about them, the names Akira Tsukimi by the way."

I attempted a grin but my current state wouldn't allow it, "Okay then Akira-san tell me what you know."

Okay so there was actual conversations, I hope I got the honorifics right as this is all being researched as I go :L

Reviews are welcome just so I know that this is all sounding right and the chars actually act like themselves, well sorta.

I might develop Kasumi and Akira further but seeing how I just made them up I'm not sure.

*I hope I got these translations right:

Kasumi means mist

Akira means bright or clear

Tsukimi means Moonlight party