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-Shiro thinking-

"Shiro talking"

Chie – Wisdom

It's A Hollow Life.

It was time to feed, again.

The others used to taste sweeter. Now they barely satisfied his hunger. He knew he'd have to move on to something more… satisfying soon. But this barren desert land had little to offer.

Sighing, Shiro got up from his throne carved from the leftovers of other hollows. It was time to get another meal, probably his last intentional hollow meal. Afterwards he'd have to move on and he had a few targets in mind. Ichigo wouldn't miss them; he and Zangetsu were too busy playing dead in the mindscape. They hadn't woken since he'd left the Onis cave, not that he was complaining, he liked the silence their incapacitated state brought him.

Shiro sonidoed down to the menos forest, ready to have the usual satisfying meal. None of the hollows dared attack him as he made his way down to the forest, nor when he got there. They'd learnt long ago that he was the king and they'd learnt the hard way. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but his power had grown profusely since moving to Hueco Mundo. He'd consumed many hollows on his first day, mainly out of celebration but also for the power. They'd been sweet and had rapidly increased his power at first but now not even the Gillian quelled his growing hunger. But they were the only food source that there were many of. There were few Adjuchas left. He'd eaten them all and others had yet to replace them. As for the Vasto Lorde, well he'd only ever seen one and he'd eaten him too. The battle hadn't been long but none the less, it had entertained Shiro.

He could see their masks now, a collection of souls glowing in the darkness. His mouth watered hungry for the sensation of tearing into flesh with his sharpened teeth. He used to take off his mask when he ate but now the thing was fused to his face and he wasn't ready to pull it off yet. He had to get stronger. He jumped onto the back of the menos and began eating.

The outer flesh of a menos was tough but when it was broken though the rest was soft and stringy. The blood that coated it made it taste all the better for Shiros bloodthirsty appetite. The meat itself had a tangy taste with just a touch of sweetness. Before it would have been all sweetness. The sweetness was what got hollows hooked and combined with their painful hunger it made them all relentless in their hunt for souls.

Too soon did the menos disappear as it became part of him, and Shiro had to move onto the next one. He continued like that for a long time and still the hunger was not quelled, in fact it seemed to become more violent, he needed more. His face was covered in the blood of those he had eaten as he got up from his position on the ground. There was no need to wipe it off, he liked the sensation he brought him. The sensation that he could still feel something and wasn't just a mindless beast consumed by a lust for souls, even if he was a hollow. He smirked, looks like he was more human then he thought. Before him stood many of the standard hollows he saw daily, they would always come to stand before him, hoping to either consume him or be consumed by him. Occasionally one would share some knowledge to him. Most of the time it was a load of bullshit, but in rare cases the knowledge would be worthwhile, today was such a day.

"Yes?" Shiros masked faced stretched into a smirk as the purple hollow stepped forward, apparently with some news.

"Um.. uhh.. because we think…you…could…uh…have been a shinigami before..." the purple hollow was cut off when a vasto lorde appeared in front of it.

The vasto lorde was small just like all the others. It was also female which was rare, not many females managed to get that far along in evolution. She was around the same size as him possibly a little shorter and her whole body was covered in silver scales that sparkled whenever the light hit them. Her hair was pure white that was cut into a long pixie haircut with silver swept back horns growing out her head. A mask was welded to her face that framed her eyes and covered her mouth with large sharpened teeth. Giant silver dragon-like wings swelled from her back almost touching the floor with their bone-like spikes. To top it off a black boned skirt was welded to her hips with a long black tail drooping to the floor. Her arms were crossed over the hollow hole that was on her stomach and she glared up at Shiro with piercing black eyes. She looked mad.

"They'd all be able to talk a lot better if you could control you spiritual pressure. Then maybe you'd get more news." The airy but demanding voice floated through the air sending chills up Shiros spine.

"Tch, he was never good at that. Looks like I'm just as bad." Shiro muttered as he attempted to suppress his reiatsu. It was more work than he thought as he realised his reiatsu was now double a captains.

"Humm, I take it you mean your shinigami half?" she smirked.

"It's not like it's a secret, what do you want anyway?" He sneered as he stalked over to her, drawing Zangetsu off his back, ready to fight if needed.

"I'm not here to fight, geez please tell me you're more than just basic instincts." Sarcasum laced her airy voice, "I'll convey the news to you that the others were…attempting to."

She glanced at the other, lower ranked hollow and indicated that they should go. Without needed to be told twice they all quickly skulked away, back into the recesses of the forest.

"And that new would be, ah….?"

"Chie," she supplied.

"Right Chie, the news?" He prompted.

"The soul society has fallen, Sōsuke Aizen has either killed all the captains, locked them away or they have fled." Chie said with a smirk.

"How interesting,"Shiro said sarcastically clearly uninterested, "that it?"

"He plans to attack the world of the living, I thought you might want to know seeing how they'll be many souls to eat in the panic." Another smirk, one filled with the same bloodlust he felt when his hunger was left to its own devices.

"Why how interesting, you asking me to join?"

"Only if you want to, it would be best to go now though. The human's final stand is starting."

"I suppose it'll be fun. I have been feeling a little peckish lately, maybe a little homesick too." Shiro grinned as Chie opened a garuganta to Katakura town.

"Will you give me the pleasure of knowing your name?" Chie asked in mock politeness, "it's nice to know another vasto lorde, as much as we like being alone."

"Shiro Zangetsu."

"Nice, time to go. Don't want to miss all the fun." Chie jumped into the garuganta and Shrio followed. As he ran Shrio debated who his first targets would be, Ichigos family? Especially the old man who had been a captain, the amount of spiritual pressure would be huge and so satisfying. But then there were Ichigos other friends they all had their own abnormal but none the less tasty spiritual pressure. Maybe he'd take trinkets to show the former king later, if he was awake.

Then there was Chie. He was surprised another vasto lorde was still around, not that he wasn't grateful for the company which he was. But most were dead and well the few that there were either worked alone or hated him. Knowing his and Ichigos luck however this new found companionship could go in two drastic directions. One would be that she dies while the other was that they became…friends. The word felt wrong, hollows didn't make…friends. It wasn't how things worked but then again he was a different case. Seemed like he had one thing in common with Ichigo, people just seemed to flock around him like they had Ichigo. How tragic.

Chie who had been flying over her perfectly built path suddenly descended in front or Shrio causing him to crash into her.

"A lil' warning would be nice, Chie." He scowled at her now folded up wings.

"Oh, I'm stopping!" she called in a mock warning still staring though the hole of the garuganta.

"What's wrong?" Shiro couldn't see what she was staring at, but whatever it was seemed to be affecting her somehow.

"Nothing, just children burning," Chie answered nonchalantly before resuming a slow paced walk into the world of the living.

"I see, you ready or do you need a minute?" He teased.

"Why would I care about human children burning? I was merely checking for enemies. Idiot!" Chies airy voice screeched at him making him wince at the highness her voice had reached.

"Tch, let's just get on with this I have many targets in mind. All with lots of power." A grin spread onto his mask aswell as her sharp teeth drawing themselves up into a similar grin.

Other than the grin Chie had no comment to make as they exited the black void of the garuganta. But he had not been prepared for what he was about to see. It didn't shock him as such, but it shocked his soul which recognised this place as home.

Buildings were on fire, people lay dead on the floor while others screamed over their lost ones. They could see a few that were standing in the sky battling to save the town.

-Stupid, they have no chance of saving the town, it is lost- Shiro thought into the still silent mindscape. He searched for the familiar spiritual pressures of Ichigos family and friends. He soon found them and he along with Chie headed for Uraharas shop where they all hid. It also seemed that luck was on his side, Urahara and Tesai weren't in. This was going to be one very satisfying meal.

The next chapter will defiantly not be long. I'll just skim over what happened after Shiro left the soul society and then what happened during the time he spent in Hueco Mundo.

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Next time: When You're Gone