A/N Obligatory fanservice in this chapter!

Episode 17: Hunger IV

The time is very ambiguous in these parts of Hueco Mundo. I wake up to find the same cold, dark atmosphere. My hollow body has fine hairs developing. I focus my vision on one of them; it glimmers through the small light coming from the cave's entrance. I have been slowly getting use to the climate here however I find it difficult to catch much shut-eye.

I wonder if we hollows even require sleep. I should ask Ne...

Shit I already forgot her crazy name...

I stretch my arms and yawn as I summon myself from the cave. "Good morning...AH!" I discover the Arrancar hanging out her clothes on a small tree. Her fleshy behind is poking towards me.

Oh such rosy cheeks...I really shouldn't but...

I succumb to temptation and squeeze her rump. Wrong move. She twirls in a microsecond and holds my wrist with one hand with her sword aimed with the other. Her eyes are narrowed but once she realises who's there she relaxes and shows gestures of apology. "I'm so sorry...I thought you might have been a hungry hollow."

As if on queue my stomach roars mightier than a mutant bear.

She peers down to where my eyes were already gazing and conceals her pink pleasures.

"Sorry I didn't realise you were doing laundry." I come up with any excuse.

"Haaahhh...could you please turn around for a sec?" She seems very different to her fighting stance before. Though a vicious hollow, she displays signs of humility and innocence. I suppose I may have a chance of becoming a human again one day.

My perverted conscious forces my pupils to drag over to her position. She put on a pure white outfit. A long white tunic with leggings. Her top half consists of some sort of white jacket with black borders. Her footwear consists of black socks with ivory sandals. She buckles her sheathed katana around her belt.

She shows a more serious expression once again, her eyes descend to my lower regions. Suddenly they widen. "Your hand...it's"

"Huh?" I gaze down at was once my stumpy left arm. My hand seems to have regenerated! "Amazing!"

"I know...I wasn't able to recover your hand so it seems your regenerating abilities are improving."

I'm stoked, now I can fight ambidextrously – a significant advantage if I wish to fight stronger class hollow. "The only thing is...why is it a different colour to my other hand?" I turn the appendage around so I can observe it in detail; the hand resembles my other one in all aspects except colour. It is pure white with black fingernails. "Ah it's not important...I've grown me hand back!"

"That's terrific..." Nel chuckles before unsheathing her sword. "...now I won't have to go easy on you..."

I feel like I've been fighting or hours when in reality it's only been a few minutes. Her strength is incomprehensible. Not even Mitzuki gave me this much trouble. I raise my hands in desperation to protect my mask – the weak spot of any hollow. She kicks off my hands and does a brilliant backflip. She is fast, strong and agile...I definitely have a long way to go.

"She produces a flurry of kicks left-right-left-right-left-right. I feel more battered than bread-dough. She spins counter-clockwise and heel-kicks me in the ribs. I cough and fall to my knees before she punches me in the jaw. I'm knocked back several metres into a sharp tree. She flies towards me with her foot pointed. I manage to roll out of the way and observe the destruction on the tree. The giant trunk it cleaved into a stump as the mighty plant falls down like a collapsing skyscraper. It is about to fall on us when she clutches the handle of her sword. With one swift move she splits the tree in two – both halves fall around us.

"Stay focused!" She returns to fight me. I extend my claws and catch her sword but she sweeps her leg and snaps my right arm. I yelp in pain but this gives her a chance to strike me with her blade. It's only shallow but I might not be so lucky next time. As blood trickle down my body I notice white foam slowly encroach the cut. In just a few seconds the wound is completely healed.

"Hah! I can heal myself now! I'll-" Where did she go?

I hear a loud buzzing noise behind me. "You're dead!"

I heel-turn and block the potentially fatal strike. She comments how. "Though your physical body may be able to regenerate your head and internal organs won't keep your critical areas protected at all costs." When she finished giving me advice she pushes with her sword.

"Got it...I won't let you reach my critical areas." I point my claws and project my extensions. She dodges to the left and I swing toward her, sending up plumes of dust with each strike. It's like she's running away from a trail of bullets. She reaches another tree and runs vertically. I scrape my claws until they carve out the tree. It flops over and hits the ground with a mighty thud. However the impact has raised a curtain of dirt and dust.

Dammit where did she go? Come on...focus your senses, if we can't see her we can sense her with her reatsu...

I channel my thoughts and try to detect her high levels of reatsu. "Gotcha!" I stab my blades into the fog and grab something soft and fleshy. "Hah! You underestimated me in the end." However I'm disappointed to find I only nabbed a small hollow." The strange noise interrupts me again as she descends overhead. I throw the hollow up to block her. Whilst she's stunned I leap into the air and slash horizontally in an attempt to strike her mid-section. She disappears in a flash making that ridiculous noise again.

"Over here..." She charges in the air. The sword penetrates my left arm. I violently swing my arm sending her plummeting to the ground. I try to wrench out the sword but white material has already coalesced over it. I must cut through my arm again and allow the wound to re-regenerate.

She may have hit the ground with tremendous force but I still haven't laid a scratch on her fine body. She simply dusts her self off and calls it a day. "Well done...for a hollow you have impressed me."

Later that evening (yes I know you can't really tell but anyway), we hunt some small hollow. She shows me how to purify them into edible orbs of energy a technique she had learnt of a guy named Szayel Apporo Grantz.

"Who's he?"

"You don't wanna know. He's strange, even for a hollow." She collects a bounty of black orbs and skewers them on a long branch, making a giant kebab.

"What are we doing with those?" I say curious.

She smiles and laughs. "Didn't you realise? Why would we settle for piecemeal when we have a whole forest full of Menos?"

After a day of perversion and getting my arse handed to me by a hollow chick, I'm about to go Menos hunting...I don't know about you but I'm shitting bricks right about now...Will the hunters become the hunted? Find out in the next tasty chapter.