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And now... It's time for the third chapter of Black on White (Virtual cookies for the one who figures out where the title comes from...xD) and I warn you... The updates might slow down. The darkness is approaching... and it goes by the name... of... School. (Dun dun duu!) Yeah, school's starting. Not that much time to write, homework, tests... Yeah... we've all been there.
But why are you still reading this? On with the story!
Disclaimer: I'm neither British or Japanese... With other words I don't own HP or Bleach.
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Hichigo's POV
They were all huddled in the previous meeting room. After that earlier accident nothing interesting had happened (Tonks nearly burning down the house didn't count), and Hichigo resumed with his earlier bored state. And what does a bored hollow do?
Scare off random bystanders thats what!
The pile of rags on Hichigo's left side grunted and lifted it's head when Sirius mentioned it's name to Harry. It seemed like someone had been sleeping the most of the meeting away.
"Some'n say m'name?"
For someone who Hichigo was pretty damn sure had spent the most of the previous night drinking Mungdungus was actually easy to understand. However the next words coming from his mouth seemed like rubbish to Hichigo. Something about agreeing with Sirius. Poor man was still half asleep... Let's renew that...
"Da meetin' is over ya know 'Dung."
Mungdungus swirled to face him and froze, Hichigo counted down in his head. Suddenly the pile rags gave a very unmanly yelp and scrambled away. Hichigo laughed merrily and grinned at the glares he received. The Potter kid was still staring at him.
He didn't kill the poor boys brains with that earlier, did he?
Mungdungus coughed and fumbled with his pockets nervously. He pulled out ugly black pipe and stuck it to his mouth. Soon he was surrounded by greenish smoke.
Seriously, what's these wizards problem? You don't need green smoke!
Mrs Weasley didn't approve either.
"For the last time, Mungdungus, will you please not smoke that thing in the kitchen, especially not when we are about to eat!"
And the smoke resembles something slimy and disgusting.
"Ah," said Mungdungus. "Right. Sorry Molly."
The smoke of the color of something half-digested vanished but the smell of burnt socks lingered. Old burnt socks. Hichigo cringed his nose.
"And if you want dinner before midnight I'll need a hand." Mrs Weasley said and lifted her hand to stop Harry who had started to get up.
"Not you Harry, dear, you've had a long journey."
"What can I do Molly?" said Tonks enthusiastically. Oh, boy...
"I'll 'elp too." Hichigo said and stood up, Molly looked at him gratefully but Moody's eyes narrowed.
"I'm not eating anything you've been near." He gritted through clenched teeth, Hichigo smirked at him.
"Am jus' takin the plates an' cups"
Moody still glared at him but Hichigo paid him no mind. Instead he turned to Molly who at least made an attempt to smile at him friendly.
"The dishes are in the cupboard, dear."
"I'll try not to poison 'em." Hichigo replied with a smile and headed to said cupboard.
He liked Molly. It was obvious that she disliked the way he talked, acted and most of all looked. But she still made an effort to be kind to him. Hichigo appreciated that, a lot.
He took the dishes out of the cupboard and managed not to roll his eyes at the snake-pattern on the plates. He balanced the plates to the dinning room, everybody was by now deep in conversation. Sirius was talking to his godson and Mr Filthy-Rug-Pile aka Mungdungus was sitting at the same table. And just guess what was Hichigo's choice of seat.
Yeah, you got that right.
He helped himself a seat in between Harry and 'Dung. Mungdungus face turned to an interesting shade of blue. Potter stared at him with his mouth slightly open.
Yep, braindead.
"Ah, Hichigo." Sirius smiled at him. "Anything new?"
Hichigos grin fell and was replaced with a frown.
"No. Nothin', nada, blank. Can' find anythin'"
Sirius frowned too.
"You have to have something new! No-one can move around without any trail what-so-ever."
"That's the problem... 'e 'as many trails. An' all I can do is to follow one an' hope it's the right one. But alas, all I've found is bits an' peaces."
Sirius swore under his breath, Harry looked confused.
"Who are you following Mr Shirosaki?"
Hichigo turned to the boy, and for his credit he didn't even flinch at Hichigo's intense stare. Maybe he should go easier on the poor boy... He was hired to protect him after all.
"Voldie."
Harry's eyebrows shot up.
"An' I can tell ya, not an easy task."
Harry stayed silent but Hichigo could feel the need to question rolling from the teen.
"If ya wanna ask, jus' ask."
As soon as the words left his mouth Harry was bombing him with questions.
"Where is he?" Came the straightforward question.
"Donno, lost trail three hours ago."
"Where was he?"
"'Ere in London."
Sirius was about to choke on his own saliva and the ones sitting near whirled around to face them. Tonks dropped the spoon she was holding.
"He was here." Came the cry not a few second later.
"Yep, key word: was. 'e's not 'ere anymore."
The wizards relaxed noticeably. But Moody looked pissed, he shot up and strode to Hichigo and grabbed the front of his shirt.
"And you've known for how long?"
Hichigo sighed and pried the man's fingers from his collar.
"Ten hours. An' 'e was gone at tha' time."
Moody still glared at him but Sirius sent him a look and made a motion with his head for him to return to his seat. Moody sat down while grumbling. A tens silence followed, until Mrs Weasley cut it whit her voice.
"Fred – George – NO, JUST CARRY THEM!"
The next thing Hichigo knew was that he barely avoided getting hit by flying cauldron. Harry and Sirius dived under the table and Mungdungus made the epic move known as the fall-of-your-chair-no-jutsu. (An: I couldn't resist the temptation of a Naruto joke XD)
Fred and George had bewitched their dinner to fly all the way to the table. The cauldron with stew that had nearly knocked Hichigo's head off came flying down hard and skidded the length of the table until it finally came to a halt just before the end, leaving a long, black burn on the wooden table. A nasty looking bread knife fell of the board and landed point down at the exact same place where Sirius hand was a few seconds ago.
Molly was in seconds at the twins throats. Harry, Sirius and Hichigo were laughing and Mungdungus helped himself cursing back to his chair.
"We were just trying to save some time!" Shouted Fred as he wrenched the knife out of the table.
"Sorry, Sirius, mate. Didn't mean to..."
He didn't get any longer before his mother was ranting at him again. At that point, Hichigo zoomed out on the conversation, there were more pressing matters to attend.
Mainly getting his stomach filled.
Soon the room calmed down and everyone was eating in silence. After a while conversations bloomed all around the room. Hichigo couldn't care less.
Now was an excellent time to disappear.
Hichigo quietly flash-stepped out of the room and down the hall, stopping in front of the front door.
He took out his scarf and gloves and put them on, pulling his hood on as he stepped into the night air. Feeling himself relax and take a deep breath.
He loved nights like this. Cold and dark, even when it was the warmest time of the year. The moon was leering at him from the skies.
It was a well-known fact that Hollows were nocturnal creatures, born from a Shinigami or not. Therefore Hichigo had always liked the dark better than the light, if not for anything else then at least there were more places to hide.
But enough of his inner musing, he had a job to do. Flash-stepping fast through streets short and narrow he closed his eyes and tried to feel any traces of spiritual pressure.
Earlier while trying to find anything that could lead him to Him-who's-name-is-ridiculous he had felt, for just one second, a small twinge of spiritual pressure. This shouldn't be odd if he was in his own universe, but here it was alarming. Reiatsu didn't exist in this world. He should be the only one with even an ounce of spiritual pressure on the whole globe! Then why had he felt a reiatsu not his own?
He was probably just imagining things.
But he had to check, right?
That was the reason he hadn't told Sirius and the rest of the Order about it, no need to alarm them further. That and he was pretty sure he the information would blow his cover...
Suddenly Hichigo stopped dead in his tracks. He had felt it again! It was weak but it was definitely there. A few miles south-east.
He took of again, this time with his eyes wide open and every sense fully focused on the source of the reiatsu. He slowed down in front of a run-down garage, the thing with the spiritual pressure was moving towards him down the street, and he didn't want it to find him just yet.
Hichigo slid easily through the broken door that led to the garage and hid himself between old bits of a motorcycle, masking his reiatsu. Just in case the thing could sense it. He peered out of the broken window and felt his jaw drop.
What. The. Hell was that thing?
It was definitely not a Shinigami or a Hollow, not even a Vaizard.
It was maybe 7 feet tall and was a strange, muddy brown color. It didn't seem to have a constant structure but kept shifting all the time... Like a water balloon filled with water. The only thing that you could make out of the creature was it's eyes. The painfully familiar eyes.
Golden with black scleras. The eyes of a Hollow.
But there was no way that thing was a Hollow. The reiatsu coming from it couldn't be a Hollow's. Actually, now that Hichigo thought about it it was different from everything else he had ever encountered...
No matter, time to make Mayuri's wet dreams come true.
Stepping out of the garage Hichigo stood right in front of the thing, which... didn't react at all? That's weird...
The Thing kept walking...? Crawling? Rolling? Moving towards Hichigo, who could now hear the creature mumbling to itself.
"Find it... brake it... consume it... give it... vanish... no more... pain no more... kill me... hurts... master will..."
Okaaaaay.
That was alarming. If everything went according to the Murphy's law this thing's 'master' was no-one other than Voldie himself. And if he had things like that on his side... Let's just say; Crap.
Better to send this one off to Mayuri's test lab to be dismembered.
"Oi, ya there!"
The thing turned it's eyes slowly towards Hichigo. It didn't say anything but it stood still. Damn, he had nearly looked forwards for a decent fight...
"... Powerful..."
Huh?
Oh, thanks!
"... hungry... eat... want to..."
What?
"GIVE ME MY FREEDOM"
With a roar the thing lunged at Hichigo.
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Moa: And a cliffhanger! *Dodges a rotten tomato* Hey, don't be angry, I'm just doing my job!
I personally liked this chapter, donno why thou... Aaaaaaanyhow... Review!
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