*Author's Note*
Yea I didn't really bother putting one of these on the last one. Of course there wasn't anything worth noting. But it really the wasn't that for a reason. I am just freakin lazy. Infact the only reason I'm even bothering to do this one is cause I forgot to a disclaimer in the last one, and a couple of people actually gave me reviews the first few hours it was out.
Which by the way, one of you guys mentioned a couple of errors but nothing to big. Well... Next time let me know what they are so that I can fix them. Can't fix a problem if I don't know what it is.
Anyways, for those of you complaining that the idea is not original... well you are right. Totally unorignal. I have seen several good stories start out this way, and personally I really like this idea. But nobody ever seems to go anywhere with it. So I thought why not have a shot at it.
And so yea. Disclaimer. GeneralNadie does not own Bleach.
Many things could be said about Masaki Kurosaki. She was a beautiful woman. Standing at an average height, she had long hair, rich brown in color, that fell past her back. Sitting on her perfectly sculpted heart-shaped face, were a pair usually warm and loving chocolate eyes. But again many things could be said about Masaki Kurosaki. But never let it be said, that this normally kind, caring, ray of sunshine in the lives of others, was any kind of pushover. As she was proving in this very instant.
A soft thud was heard as Masaki Kurosaki used her Hirenkyaku to move herself and her unconscious daughter, Hikari, to safer distance. Raising her gaze, she directed a glare, that would terrify any man, at the hollow across from her.
"Well that's interesting", the large corrupted soul deep voice easily covered the distance between them, "Not only do I get to feast on two delicious female souls. But one of them is full of spiritual energy! Hm, so tasty."
Masaki grimaced slightly as she lowered the nine year-old Hikari into the wet grass. As the hollow chuckled, she stood up straight and allowed her Quincy Cross to drop out of her sleeve. Even though she was an Echt Quincy, and a powerful one at that, she knew not to underestimate any enemy. Especially with her beloved daughter lying in the danger zone.
The hollow was tall, easily as tall as a house. His body seemed to be made out of a green moss, with his large hollow hole right in the middle of what would've been his chest. His hollow mask was massive, and equally big was the vicious smile that stretched from one side to the other. On top of his mask rose a lure, and the end was connected to a young, black haired girl. Due to this pretend little girl, Masaki had almost lost Hikari.
The echt quincy's mouth was set in a grim line, as she lifted up the wrist with her quincy cross. The hollow's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to understand what his meal was up to. In the blink of an eye, Masaski summoned her spiritual weapon, a magnificent bow of golden energy. In that same instant the hollow's eyes went from narrow slits, to saucer size.
"QUINCY!", his voice rose several octaves as he panicked.
The Kurosaki maiden let a golden arrow fly, hoping to finish the hollow off quick before her daughter could wake up. She definitely had no desire for poor Hikari to participate with the spiritual world. But it seemed this hollow was not only sneaky, large, and ugly. But also, rather fast. Dodging to to his right side, and rolling to get back into position on all fours (admirable considering his unwieldly body size and shape) the monster avoided the lethal bolt.
Now realizing the danger that this woman presented him, the hollow showed his impressive speed by beginning to close the distance between them. Masaki knew she was in trouble. Normally she could just dash further away, and shoot again. But if she tried that now, the hollow would surely hurt, or even kill, her daughter. And that was something that she would never allow. Summoning another spiritual arrow, she knew she needed to hit him, or she wouldn't get another chance.
The hollow had quickly closed in on her, now only fifteen yards away. Just a few more bounds, and he would be upon her. She pulled back the string on her bow, and took careful aim. Then, right as she released the attack, she was horrified when the arrow didn't fly. Rather, it disappeared. Reduced into reishi particles. At the same time, her bow began to disappear.
Having no idea what was going on, Masaki realized in a split second that she was defenseless. Even worse, she realized that Hikari was defenseless! The hollow had realized something was wrong, and at a mere five yards, it's vicious smirk seemed to fill it's whole face. Time slowed down for the young mother as the beast closed upon them. At two yards, the hollow lept up into the air, it's clawed fingers prepared to tear into flesh.
Five feet.
Masaki stared bravely to the hollow. She was not afraid of death. But would face it front on.
Four feet.
As the hollow would reach her, she would leap back, protecting her beloved Hikari with her corpse if need be.
Three feet.
Suddenly, Masaki was overcome with the feeling that something didn't belong. Almost like the world had been moved. As if now everything was, even if just a little, out of place.
Or at least, the hollow and she were, as both were knocked back by something crashing inbetween them. A large cloud of dirt and dust now seperated her from it. Suprising when the ground was all mud by this point, because of all the rain. However, Masaki quickly got back onto her feet, ready for anything. After the last nasty suprise, she had no idea what to expect now. But at least, apparently, neither did the hollow. As he was equally tense on the opposite side of the newest developement.
Slowly the dust began to clear away, and Masaki was rewarded with a blurred idea of what lay inside. After and agonizing few seconds, she could make out that it was a man! A man on his knees, or a maybe he didn't have legs from the knees down. Finally all the dust cleared, and she was correct. It was a man! A young one at that. Masaki guessed by his rather handsome face that he was probably around 20 years old. However two things grabbed her attention about him immediately. First his spiky hair was bright orange. The exact same color as Hikari's. Second his health. All across his nearly naked body were bruises and cuts, many of which were quite serious and openly bleeding. He seemed to be struggling to breathe, and she wouldn't blame him. It was a miracle alone that he managed to stay concious in his condition.
But she didn't get much further with her thoughts as she was interrupted by the hollow's voice, "What's this? What's this? Somebody cutting in on my meal hm? A soul reaper I am guessing by the smell. But what, he is injured! Unable to defend himself! HAHA! What gifts the gods send me. A feast for Fisher!"
Masaki's eyes widened at the hollow's insane laughter. Could this man be a soul reaper, like her husband? But then, how did he get so injured? And why would he come here of all places?
The newcomer's gaze turned to the hollow, and instantly became one of the darkest, most hate-filled glares Masaki had ever seen. He turned his body slightly to face the creature, and the quincy could just barely hear him whisper, "Grand Fisher."
At this, the hollow's eyes widened, but the smile never left it's face, "Oh ho! It seems you have heard of me. Well no matter. Soon you will be nothing more than fleshy food."
Several expressions passed by the young man's face, before it settled into one of smugness, "We will see who get's eaten. Even banged up like this, I can wipe the ground with your pathetic little carcass."
Masaki narrowed her eyes at the comment. It was obvious that the orange haired man could barely move. There was no way under Soul Society that he was gonna be able to fight the hollow. What did he have to gain by antagonizing it? Well what ever it was, it was going to work. His comment had angered the lost soul, and it lunged forward, it's arm raised up to slash the insolent human into shreds.
However, both the hollow, and the quincy were suprised when the man caught the hollow's arm at the last second. Holding it beneath his armpit, and smirk set itself on his face.
The hollow's eyes widened larger than ever before as the man reared his other hand. Only in that moment did Masaki notice the incredibly large, all black khyber knife he was holding in it. How the krieg did she miss that? It was nearly the size he was. The hollow desperately tried to escape, but the man's grip on it's arm was too strong. With one powerful thrust, the black blade pierced straight through the creature's mask, and proceeded to bisect the entire hollow.
The man dropped the hollow's arm, as it along with the rest of it's body began to disintegrate into spiritual particles. With the danger taken care of, the man allowed his sword to drop into the mud below where the hollow had been. And then he fell backwards, succumbing to his wounds, passed out.
Masaki simply stared from she was standing. Too overcome by the recent events to even really move. What had just happened? How did it happen?
She was so engrossed in these questions, that she failed to notice her daughter coming to. Slowly the nine year old Hikari sat up, wiping the rain off of her face. After a second, her face became one of panic, as she began looking side to side frantically. Spotting her mother, only a couple of feet away, the young girl visibly relaxed.
"Mommy", her soft voice called, breaking said mother out of her self induced trance,"What happened?"
Masaki collapsed onto her knees, shaking her head side to side.
"I have no idea darling", she answered truthfully, "I have no idea."