Hey everybody! UGFWMC Here! Sorry for the huge break in updates! :D Hope you like it! It's a bit of a longer chapter compared to the others. Sorry for taking so RIDICULOUSLY long! I hope my few readers forgive me! :D It was kind of hard thinking of all that plot development. Enjoy!

Yoruichi was wandering the streets, her mind preoccupied with apprehension and stress from planning when to strike out at Aizen. And to make matters worse, an rogue reiatsu has been flaring constantly, and it was unknown to her if it belonged to an ally or not. And if it happened to be hostile, that would complicate matters to say the least. Should they have to take out the threat with the unknown reiatsu around at Karakura, there was no telling what could happen. Being honest with herself, she was at an impass, since almost every plan of attack on Hueco Mundo had too many variables that could heavily influence the outcome negatively. And at the moment, the risks far outweighed the benefits, and Yoruichi just cared too much for her friends to be willing to take that risk. So the only thing she could do at the moment was wait until Aizen made his move. Then they would have to take the threat out and use that as an opening into Hueco Mundo. The wind blew slightly, making the leaves of the trees rustle noisily. At this moment, seven powerful hollows appeared out of the nearby shadows and attacked Yoruichi. 'Dammit, how didn't I sense them?' she thought as she desperately dodged the quick and powerful attacks of the hollows. She then jumped into the air and propelled herself off of a tree and landed a solid kick onto one of the hollow's masks, making the mask vaporize into a multitude of particles along with the body. She smiled to herself as she landed in a forward roll and ran up a wall to one of the city's many roofs, trying to gain some distance from the hollows so she could take them out in a more orderly fashion.

However, this was not the case, the remaining six hollows phased out in a circle around Yoruichi and attacked all at once. Yoruichi flash stepped behind one of them and kicked it in the back, killing it swiftly. She hopped into the air to take care of another one. One of the hollows' eyes gleamed brightly, blinding Yoruichi and distracting her long enough to grab her leg and swung her onto the floor, making her cough up blood. Taking the opportunity, one of the hollow's limbs sharpened into a black blade, and stabbed her in the stomach. Feeling the blood drain from her, all Yoruichi saw as she passed out was all of the hollows falling down to the ground, dead, before vaporizing.

Yoruichi woke up, and felt intense pain, making her sit up violently, causing the man before her to jump and spill his water. "Shit! Get back down." And without waiting for her to comply, he forced her down deftly and placed both of his hands on top of her midsection. A topaz colored pulse emitted from his hands, easing the pain and healing the wound that had developed there a little. She could see the concentration in his eyes as he worked to keep her conscious and alive. His expression eased as her condition became stable. The energy emitting from his hands faded into a hue of purple, and he relaxed. "Don't do that, please." he said exasperatedly. "You nearly killed yourself there. It was a good thing that I was in the room when you woke up. You darn near tore up your insides, and set me back an hour," he mentioned, annoyed. Yoruichi observed his features, he was blonde, had a brilliant shade of green eyes, and was sweaty. "Anyway, that aside, are you okay?"

"Despite the fact that my insides hurt horribly, I'm actually alright." She looked around the room she was in. It was dark. Only a small amount of light was coming through the thick curtains. She looked back at her unknown savior. "Who are you?" she inquired suspiciously. He didn't answer at first, and flared his reiatsu a little, so she would get the idea of who he was. Her eyes widened at the realization. "Y-you're the rogue? The unknown reiatsu?" Yoruichi asked in disbelief. The man nodded.

"I'm known as Sven around here. I go to Karakura High-school for the time being." he said coolly. He leaned forward slowly, "Who are you?" Sven asked raising his eyebrow.

"Why should I tell you? You could be trying to gain my trust so you can betray me later!" Yoruichi yelled mistrustingly. She could sense that he was indeed powerful. She had to be cautious around Sven, keep an eye on him.

Sven chuckled. "Don't make me laugh." He said as he stretched one of his arms. "I could vaporize this town in a matter of minutes. Whether you trust me or not would make no difference." He held his hand up in from of him and a small red ball of energy formed in his palm, barely the size of a pinhead. "This alone can destroy this building we're in right now." Sven leaned back into his chair, arms behind his head. "And I think you owe me too. I did save your life after all." He rationalized.

Yoruichi sighed in defeat, he actually had a rather good point. "Fine, the name's Yoruichi. I-ah!" Yoruichi felt this brilliant tearing pain in her abdomen. She leaned forward quickly and wretched, coughing up a stream of red blood. Sven's eyes became shadowed with concern, but wasted no time and he immediately put one hand on Yoruichi's bandaged abdomen and held her supported her back as he let out another pulse of energy, attempting to alleviate the pain and halt the hemorraging. Thankfully, it worked, and Yoruichi felt relief almost immediately. She looked at his brilliant eyes as he set about his work. They showed nothing but pure concern for her wellbeing. Perhaps he wasn't a threat to Yoruichi and her friends.

He finally spoke. "Are you alright?" Sven asked gently, like his eyes, she could sense the concern in his voice. She nodded silently. He grabbed a moist towel, and gingerly wiped the blood from her lips.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you." Yoruichi rasped. The metallic taste from the blood was still present in her mouth. "Could I get some water?" she asked pleadingly. Sven nodded wordlessly. He gently put her back on the bed so as to prevent further discomfort and walked out. Yoruichi sighed breathlessly, her thoughts on Sven. He seemed so mysterious with those powers of his and how he could be so aloof and yet so protective at times. Sven walked back in, with two glasses in hand. He sat down and set the second cup of water on the table so he could support Yoruichi while she drank. Yoruichi refused his support and, with some difficulty picked herself up, and drank from the glass. She relished the bland yet wonderful taste of water as she drank greedily. Sven's hand was barely touching her back, in case she lost balance or another mishap happened. Yoruichi felt revitalized and much better now. She felt good enough to make more conversation so she could learn about her *savior*. "So where did you learn to treat injuries like that?" she asked, curious.

"I didn't learn it anywhere." he leant back and took a sip of his water. "I just can. I honestly don't know how to answer your question better than that. My apologies. As far as I know, I'm the only person who can do it." This fascinated Yoruichi. This meant that he was an anomaly. She had to find out more. What else can he do? What is he? Where did he come from?

"Where did you come from?" she asked, intent on getting an answer.

"I can't remember honestly. Its been so long..." Sven's voice trailed off. He stared into space briefly before looking at Yoruichi again.

'What did he mean by that?' Yoruichi thought. This was starting to get interesting. "What do you mean 'It's been so long'? she inquired.

"I've lived a long time. Lets leave it at that."

"So you're immortal?" she inquired again, leaning some more, intent on catching every bit of information and missing none.

"I suppose." said Sven as his lips curved upwards thoughtfully.

"How long have you been alive?" asked Yoruichi. Just question after question and answer after answer. Yoruichi could see that Sven was starting to get uncomfortable, but made no mention of it, intent on learning as much as she could.

"Hm..." Sven's eyes looked up thoughtfully, pondering how he would answer. "Well, I'd have to put the estimate around 1500 years. Give or take a century or two. Time really passed by quickly once I became immortal. See, in a normal human's life, the years tend to go by rather slowly, but after the first two or three generations, the years fly by. One minute your friends are young and cheerful, the next, they are old and bitter. And I have seen my share horrible things. Hell, I've even taken part in some of them. This immortality I've been cursed with has opened my eyes to the ignorance and pettiness of the human race. They always have little to no consideration for the consequences of their actions. They never think about what will happen in the long run. They teach their young ones to not make these mistakes when the teachers themselves make the mistakes too." He sighed, clearly rather pissed off. But he regained his composure. Yoruichi stared, shocked at Sven's grim and pessimistic outlook on the human race. She herself had only lived around 200 or 300 years, but she had never once regarded the human civilization that coldly, even in light of the countless mistakes and wars started over petty reasons. "Sorry about that outburst," he said, nonchalantly, as if it didn't even happen. "I don't usually go off like that. Any other questions?" he asked, expression neutral and stoic.

"Do you know why you're immortal?" Yoruichi asked, curious. Sven's eyes showed that he had probably been expecting the question. He chuckled as he looked down, seemingly reluctant to maintain eye contact. He looked up, most likely thinking about how he would give his answer. He looked back at her, his piercing green eyes focused on her. Whenever he looked at her, it seemed that he immediately knew her better than she knew herself. The intensity from his gaze sent a chill down her spine each time he so much as glanced at her in the eye.

He sighed. "Let me start from the beginning." Sven said, taking a deep breath, and looking downwards. "I was born in the area known as Sweden. My original name is Erikur Arnlaugr Carlsson. I was born into a middle-class norse family. I was with my father on a fishing vessel when it was attacked by a raiding vessel from a rival clan. I was taken prisoner and was forced into accompanying them to their target which was a French farming town. It seemed that the town was expecting this attack, and had prepared a defense. Somehow, with help from local barons, they defeated us. Luckily, I was spared, but forced to live with them. I didn't know the language, but I eventually, became one of them. I then left my adoptive parents' home to educate myself. I was at the age of thirteen at that point. Somewhere along the line, I discovered the occult. In my pursuit of knoweledge, I took part in some of the activities. I was taken under the wing of an old warlock, who mentored and taught me his ways. I quickly became quite powerful and embraced the arcane arts. There was one evocation that had gotten my attention as I read through the book of spells. It was known as the finger of death. Seeing an opportunity to increase my evergrowing power and influence, I attempted it." He paused. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his eyes. They were glistening in the dim light of the room. "What a mistake I made." Sven said through gritted teeth. "I had no idea what it would do. There is a lot of power to be found in a human soul. Basically, I would take a piece, yes a piece, of my soul and turn it into destructive power. When I tried to do it, I destroyed everything within a mile radius." Slowly but surely, tears were visibly flowing down his cheeks. "I couldn't control the power. I lost everything. So what happened with that piece of my soul? Something had to take it's place didn't it? Well, something did take it's place. Something sinister, dark, and above all, evil. In exchange for part of my soul, I get part of a demon's soul. I wasn't aware of this at first. I learned how to control the finger of death, and used it frequently. So with each piece of my soul ripped away, I lost a little more of my humanity. When I sensed this... presence within me, I quickly realized what I had done, and had been doing for about a year. I lived as a hermit for 15 years after that, vowing to never use the Finger again. It was then that I found out that I still looked as young as I had when I had first learned how to perform the Finger. I then lived the rest of my life on the move, only staying in one area for about a year, then leaving. I did horrible things during these years. I helped in the Crusades in a blind attempt that I could sanctify myself. Again, I was foolish. I then found the woman of my dreams. She was perfect in every way, and I loved her with a passion. I thought that I could finally live a normal life for a time. But tragedy struck. There was an attack on the village where we resided while I was out in the forest gathering herbs. No one was left of the village, and the most valuable thing I had left was gone. This was around a thousand years ago."

'So that's why he's so bitter!' Yoruichi thought as Sven continued. He was a broken and wounded man. Yoruichi felt truly sorry for him. To go through all of that tragedy and misfortune in his endless life must have been awful.

"Then..." Sven said, "I wandered the world, searching for a purpose. Life seemed black and white since my beloved died. I still haven't moved on." He gently sighed. "And I probably never will." He hung his head low, trying to discreetely wipe his eyes, failing as Yoruichi saw it quite quickly. She didn't even think. She sat up slowly and gently rubbed his back, pitying him. Sven's piercing eyes darted back up to her, silently thanking her. He briskly sat up and left saying, "You should be well tomorrow. Goodnight." and closed the door.

Well thats it for now! And thank you my reviewers! I love your imput on my stories! It makes me want to write more and more! Well, until then, peace out.

~UGFWMC