I don't know why I'm update this story. I really, really need to work on Guardian and finish it up. (Just a few more hundred words to go and then edit it a bit.)

Oh and before I forget, lol you guys all don't want a girl Ichigo XD So he is still a guy. (might appear a bit OOC)

Man I had fun writing this chapter. (It's in the hollow's POV. I think I have the format down. Alternate between Ichigo and the hollow's POV and sometimes throw in a bit with what is going on outside in the war...it is a very interesting situation right now but I'm not telling yet.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nope, nothing. So go bug someone else.

Have You Ever

The Offspring

Falling, I'm falling

Joy, my day is ruined. Well not really, it is better than hanging out in King's inner world. Zangetsu only does zanpakuto stuff and King does – well what does he do? Sleep? I glance over my shoulder. Yeah he is still out. He sleeps like a cat now; over a half of the time he spends here is sleeping.

I knew that there was something wrong with that pink hair freak. The moment King stepped into the strange, equipment-filled room my thoughts were confirmed. Oh hell no, we are not for experiments. Still, I was unable to do anything as I was ripped out of the sideways blue city. I am still connected to King's soul, just not able to go back into the inner world.

Now that I think about it, not that I mind. Flexing my fingers, I gaze around the white room from where I lounged on the couch. The whole place could use some color.

The white collar still irritates me. I am not something to be suppressed, caged, and collared like an animal. No seriously, even though the analogy worked, I am not an animal.

I smirked. Having a body for myself still rules.

Have you ever walked through a room,

But it was more like the room passed around you,

Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through?

Aizen Sousuke was, is, and will continue to be a freak. Not that I am ever going to say that out loud, I value my life thank you very much. Still, why would anyone design a fortress like this? I am certain that turn was a wall several minutes ago. So not only is the place confusing as hell, but is also able to move the rooms and walls. Why would anyone make their home like this? Oh wait I know, because of stupid morons like King. That makes more sense.

…

I still have no idea how to get back to our room. Someone better help us get back.

Studying the brown-haired man leading us, I contemplated how smart this move was. Thanks to the pink-haired-freaky-scientists-that-I-will-never-trust-again Espada, King's memories are wiped clean. He follows the man that should be his enemy. I cannot convince him not to follow the traitor during our quick telepathic conversation. Now I have to keep walking behind the two former allies of Soul Society.

I want to turn around and just do my own thing. I do not want to meet anyone, screw it all. But something still tells me that the bastard Aizen will have some nasty punishments in mind for whoever does not follow orders. I saw the panther Espada after he flatten King's ass the first time. Just having your arm cut off does not seem like a major problem for Aizen. My arms are valued just as much as my life.

I better be able to have a major fight soon to vent some anger.

Have you ever been at some place,

Recognizing everybody's face,

Until you realized that there was no one that you knew?

Well hello Fox face. And blind dude, sorry I do not know your name. And Espadas that are hanging out in the hallways that we randomly meet. And other random arrancars that are also doing stuff in the hallways…

I cannot believe I am actually feeling awkward. It is official, hanging around a delusional King all the time is screwing with my brain.

And speaking of delusional, clueless King, he just goes around and get weird looks from all the arrancars. Especially when he meet the emo Espada and asked if he meet him before. Stupid, this guy tried to kill you one more than one occasion. At least his memory is not completely removed, it would suck if he was just a baby in the world.

Well I know.

Finally back in our room. I hit the sack immediately, tired from listening to all the conversations that were exchanged earlier in the day? Night? I do not know. Not that I care.

I need to find someone to spar with already.

However, just before completely slipping to a nice, welcome nap, a thought strays through my mind. Where the heck is Soul Society, how are they going to react to the recent turn of events.

…Hell I don't care, I want sleep.

Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind,

Sleep forever.

Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time,

Have you ever.

I want out damn it. All this white is driving me nuts. Plain white everywhere, commanding everything. Blinking my eyes closed, I sigh in disappointment.

…

Where is King?

My golden eyes flash open and I curiously glance around. He ain't in this room. But he never went outside right? Then where –

The sound water faucet gushes out water comes from the bathroom mixed with quiet snickering. What.

Slamming open the bathroom door, a bubble pops on my face.

"Gah! What was that?" I manage to sputter out.

"Bubbles."

No shit. After struggling to find a towel, I finally get the stinging solution out of my eyes. Bubbles and water everywhere, mainly around the sink and all over King. Bubble film sits in his hands as he blows out giant spheres. Hanging down soggily from his shoulders, water stains the front of the white uniform, sticking the cloth to his thin frame.

Why the heck is he playing with bubbles? Is his insane or is his really that bored.

"You want to join?"

I snort, "Hell to the no. Of course I don't want to. Why are you doing that? You're around seventeen now."

King only shrugs. "Bored."

So he was bored.

As he keeps blowing out soapy bubbles, I cannot help but wonder just how much soap was used in the concoction.

Screw it, I'm leaving now. Another suicidal bubble touches a strand of my hair and pops. I growl at it.

Before turning, I glance at mirror. We both are the same heights, form, and facial expression. Our hair grew out to touch our shoulders. Gold on black eyes flick over to King's entertained brown ones. Tsking, I close the door behind me. He is so carefree right now, freed from his past as he lives among his former enemies. His mind is a blank slate, waiting for Aizen to rewrite. King takes the confining, white walls into stride; I cannot. I hate it. I loathe it.

I want out.

Falling, I'm falling.

When I sleep, only heavy darkness presses down on my chest. A forbidding sensations seeps to every pore in my soul. Falling through this darkness, panic sometimes seizes my mind, prying my eyes open. The ill feeling leaves, only narrow suspicion. Instincts never failed me before. Now, my instincts scream at me to stay wary of anything and everything. No telling what exactly Aizen is plotting to do with us.

Tsk.

Have you ever, buried your face in your hands,

Cause no one around you understands,

Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be.

God damn it Ichigo, stop it. Stop jumping around so much. Damn it, sand is not that exciting. Suddenly I want him to be sleeping again. At least then he can't do anything to annoy me…At least not much.

I hope you trip and fall.

How can King be so carefree? Did losing his memories really affect him that much? Can't he feel that nothing about this fortress is right? He even knows we are prisoners. Ridiculous.

The cold metal around my neck keeps sucking in reaistu, a reminder of my confinement. Even though we are released form our cage, we are still trapped in the fortress.

"Oy King!" I had enough of his nonsense. "Stop acting like a five year old."

King only pouts in reply and shuffles off, muttering about spoil sports.

Damn I want to just cleave him in half right now….

Wait I am a hollow, I could probably just blast him away with a cero. Eh, that is an experiment for later. I do not know what would happen to me if King died, maybe I die too, maybe I don't.

Have you ever felt like there was more,

Like someone else was keeping score,

And what could make you whole was simply out of reach.

Well I know.

Where is King.

Why. Must. He. Keep. Disappearing. Damn. It.

Of course it is boring just sitting in a little room all the time but where did he disappear to now.

My right fist collides into the white wall in frustration, annoyance, and anger, easily punching a hole through the material. How can Zangetsu stand the twerp? Dislodging my hand from the wall, I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

Fuming while wandering through the halls, my hands itched to just fight someone. Unfortunately for me, no arrancar crossed my path. Finally, the empty halls opened to the fake sunlight and stretches of sand. No Ichigo.

Back in the maze, I cannot shake the feeling that people are watching my moves and tweaking with the halls. Seriously, this corner was not there a moment ago.

Footsteps approach. "Kurosaki?"

Fuck no retard. Does it look like I have orange hair for one.

The arrancar has bright blue hair, colorful enough to rival the fake sky I just arrived from. Teal eyes meet golden eyes and we both glare at each other.

"You ain't Kurosaki."

"Of course not. You blind or something? Or are you just that stupid?"

His eyebrow twitches. "Bastard. Picking a fight?"

"Hah! Like you could give me any entertainment," I spit out.

"Let's see." A fist plows closer to my chest. Flipping backwards, I evade the punch. I return the favor and almost land a blow at his face.

The resulting brawl sent us all the way to the sand below the fake sky. Would have been much better if I had a blade.

Someday, I'll try again and not pretend,

This time forever.

Someday, I'll get it straight, but not today,

Have you ever.

Grimmjow, that was his name it turned out, and I meet a few more when I wander the halls. Everyone is bored at the palace. True, war still rages on outside, but inside, nothing.

Boring.

So we have fist fights to relax and entertain ourselves. I still really want a blade back already. Grimmjow does not know where they are kept; only Aizen knows.

King watches the fights. When I told him I meet someone that knew him, he practically dragged me off, desperate to get his memories back. Grimmjow knew little besides some names and faces, two to be exact. Not much help there. I haven't seen King that angry in a while.

He wants to go to the "Human World" and take a look around, see if he can regain some memories.

Hell if I cared.

Falling, I'm falling.

The hollow does have a name. I just never got around to adding it. Ichigo decided to leave and explore before I could get him to give the hollow a name. Bad Ichigo.

And bubbles...I really have no idea why I did that. But it was fun XD

(Just a little thought, ideas on what is going on with the war right now? I do have it plotted out and I want to know how far or how close to the reality you guys are.)

Until next time! (And Happy Holidays!)

~dorandsugar