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Ulquiorra: Nocturnal Evolution Epoch	By : Kisuke.LikeABoss Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: The Tokyo Hollow

He was in a place that made him happy. He felt tranquility here. There was vivid green grass, and a sparkling stream. He walked down to the bank of it, and came upon a woman standing there. Her back was to him, but his body knew who she was. She has long fiery red hair; her skin is a flawless frosty color. Her body was well shaped, with soft arms and long legs. It felt like coming home, when he saw her. 'Onna,' his mind utters.

He reaches out to touch the woman; she starts to turn herself towards him. Her face is obscured; he can't make out her features. What he can see, are her eyes. They are the colors of an inferno, with orange and red flecks bouncing in them. He pulls the woman into his embrace, and she is warm. He closes the gap between their bodies and brings his lips down to hers.

Suddenly he is thrust into darkness. When he can see light again, it is because he is on fire and in pain. His body is turning to ash. Through the haze he can see two figures, one is the woman, and the other is a male. This male also has red hair, but it's not lively like the woman. This mans' hair is short and spiky, and he is holding the woman as she cries.

The young man awoke abruptly, breathing heavily. It was the same dream… again. He'd been having this same dream for the past year. He had no idea what it meant, or who the people in it were. His mind was fractured. His memory goes as far back as when he arrived here in Tokyo, but before that time, everything becomes incoherent.

He lifted himself up off his mat, and walked over to the mirror on the wall. He looked at himself, as he did every time he woke up from the dream. His skin had more color since he'd got here. No longer that sickly pale, he now maintained a healthy bronze color to his skin. He pulled his hair up to look at the hole he had in his ear. It was larger than most earring holes he'd seen, but not abnormally big. He'd guessed he must have been one of those body modifying individuals.

He took off his shirt to stare at the tattoo on his left pectoral. 'What is the significance of this number? ... Was he in a gang?' he often wondered. Gazing back at his face he noted his eyes, they were an unusual green for a Japanese man, but it wasn't his eyes that bothered him so much as, he felt something was missing from his facial features. The man dragged a hand over his face, using his thumb and forefinger to draw lines down both his cheeks from the bottom of his eyes, to his jaw.

He jerked himself away from the mirror, and headed to the closet of his two room apartment to dress and leave. He'd gotten a job working at the local corner store. It was in the ally beside the store, that the old man who owns the place found him. He took a chance on the young man, not knowing anything about him and seeing as he knew nothing much about himself. But the old man was kind, and took pity on him.

On his way to work, he felt something odd. Looking left there was nothing. He looked to his right and saw the neighborhood ghosts. Yea, he can see ghosts. Most times he just ignored them, not wanting to draw any more undue attention to himself. But sometimes, like this time, there were things he couldn't ignore.

When he saw the giant monster heading straight towards him, what he did next was instinctual. He ran into the ally and over the gate that blocked the path to the other side, he was so fast anyone who might have seen him, would have thought he'd disappeared. He ran as far and as fast as he could to get the thing away from the crowded street. He wound up in a skate park with only a few bystanders in the far off ramp section of the park. So here is where he prepared himself for the confrontation to come. There were only one thing he was sure about… he wasn't like everybody else.

Urahara Kisuke didn't usually head into the city, nor did he do so this late in the evening. But when Kurosaki Karen tells you she needs a higher dosage of Hollow Repellent, and she's the sister of the man who pretty much saved the world, there was no other option for Kisuke. Besides this gave him some much needed thinking time, to decide what he can do about Ichigo's situation. The former substitute Shinigami has completely lost his power. He has become withdrawn from everyone. Kisuke was trying to find a way of returning that power. Right now he was at a loss as to how to go about it.

Unexpectedly Kisuke felt a rise in reiatsu and the presence of a hollow. Maybe there were two, as the rising reiatsu was that of a powerful hollow. Was it Arrancar level? Kisuke pulled his van into a skate park, where the spiritual pressure was coming from. Looks like Karen will have to wait another week for that repellent. The Geta-boshi decided to take a walk through the park, taking Benihime with him.

Kisuke came upon the hollows in the trees of the park. He thought to make quick work of them, but one of them… was human? He was fighting off and taking the other hollow down. The human was medium height, with shoulder length, shaggy, black hair. He looked to be about 17 or 18 years old. He seemed to be the one with the high amount of reiatsu. With rapid succession the boy pounded and clawed at the hollow. From his hands there was a spark of light. It flashed green, when it was gone the hollows' mask was split and it was dissipating.

Kisuke watched as the human boy collapsed. He walked calmly over to him, where he could see blood coming from the young man's side. He was injured enough that Kisuke wouldn't leave him there. He bent to pick him up, when the shop keeper saw the tattoo on his chest. This hollow/human boy… was also an Espada? Kisuke took another look at the boys' face and sensed his reiatsu once again. The eyes of Urahara Kisuke widened in amazement at that moment.

The boy looked up at the Geta-boshi, when he awoke from his involuntary slumber. The shop keeper introduced himself, saying he was a friend and could help him to figure out what had happened to him.

"I believe you are someone who was supposed to have died, about a year ago. I don't know how you are alive after what happened to you," Kisuke told him. "But if you'll let me, I'd like to question you a little, and run a few tests."

The boy was leery at first, but when he started to say things that made sense, as impossible as they were; he agreed to let the man conduct his tests. The only thing he wanted was to phone the old man from the store. It would only be fair to let him know he wouldn't be in for a while. Then he was given a guest room. The room was filled with books, from Popular Mechanics to Modern Science. He read them all before the night was through. He was just readying himself for bed, which he dreaded as usual, when he came upon another book.

This was a photo album. He lifted the book from its resting place on the shelf. He flipped through the pictures; most were of the weird shop keeper, a tall muscular man with glasses, and two children. He was coming to the end of the album, when he came upon a few pictures that he showed some interest in.

These pictures were of a group of young adults. A few were of a burgundy haired, tattooed male, there were words written next to him name, saying "Freeloader". In some of these there was a female, she had short black hair and stern eyes, and she was punching the freeloader. The next set of pictures was a group of 4 youths; they were all laughing, and seemed to be very happy.

There was a boy with straight bluish-black hair and glasses, his title was written as "The Quincy". In this same photo was a tall, dark-skinned, Hispanic-looking male, he had no title but written near his name was simply "Chad, you're tooooo quite!" With the next snapshot, the hollow/humans' insides became twisted with apprehension. First when he was looking at the red haired boy, with a scowl on his face, then the other print with of an attractive female with slate grey eyes. But it was her hair that caught his attention. She was so familiar and similar to the red haired woman in his dreams. He flipped further into the album and noticed the facial features of the female changed.

She was ecstatic at the beginning of her series of pictures, but in the end her entire demeanor changed. She was no longer holding a true smile, these seemed to be forced. The light in her eyes was destroyed; she seemed like a harsher person. He felt remorseful to her, for a reason he couldn't fathom. He removed the photo and placed it at his side when he lay down on the mat. He stared at it until he could no longer force his eyes to remain open. He fell into an uneasy sleep once again.

It took a few weeks but, Kisuke now knew what it was that flashed green light from the boy. He could concentrate his reiatsu, to create short and long spikes. And he can do this with quick repetition without losing stamina. He had the ability to leap to astonishing heights and his reiatsu was soaring.

The hollow boy told him what he knew which, wasn't much. He woke up in an alley covered in soot, and his clothing was torn. A gentleman took care of him and he found his bearings. Kisuke noticed the hole in his ear, one thing was for sure, and THAT was where his hollow hole now resided.

"So do you know the significance of this?" the young man asked him about the tattoo.

Kisuke hadn't yet decided what to tell him about that. "That is your rank, within a rather particular group. The number you held before was the rank of 4. My guess is that when you died, and returned you attained the highest rank of 0."

From what he understood of the account from Uryū about what had happened above Las Noches, the Cuarto Espada could form green lances, which were extremely destructive, and upon releasing a second Resurrección, his spiritual pressure was mind boggling. But seeing as this boy was not entirely that man, Kisuke was curious as to how he came to be alive and what other power lay hidden beneath that tanned skin of his. So far they knew that he was half hollow and half human. He told him that he thinks he knows how he came to be, but needed further information to confirm his suspicions. That would require a certain person he wasn't ready to introduce to the boy yet.

Inoue Orihime woke up this morning as she did most mornings. She got out of bed, which lately she hated to leave. Her dreams over the past year had started to become harder and harder to forsake. It was always about the man she lost. She would stand by the brook in her inner world, waiting for him to come to her. She would turn around and he would be standing there reaching out to her. When he finally did reach her and hold her, he would disappear all over again. The dream would then, often shift to the moment of his death.

She'd have to watch him, scatter into the wind above Las Noches. She was not able to hold her composure when this happened, especially knowing, she was the reason he died. If she would have reassured Ulquiorra of her heart, and that he was the only one that held a special portion of it. If she hadn't giving in to the 'nothingness', Ichigo wouldn't have morphed into the beast. If she hadn't lost control over her emotions she wouldn't have imploded, causing the conflagration that dusted her lover.

Before she broke down… again, Orihime rose from her bed and readied herself for another suffering day at school, until she went to work at the bakery. She dressed in her school uniform, grabbed a loaf of bread and headed out the door. Tatsuki was waiting for her on the corner, so they could walk together.

"How's things today Orihime?" she asked her best friend. "You're starting to look a bit better."

"Tatsuki…," she was about to unload all her angst onto her best friend, but stopped herself. She smiled at her friend saying, "Thanks Tatsuki, I'm fine."

"Hmmm," was the only sound that came from the black belt. Tatsuki only knew so much. She understood that Orihime went through an ordeal. She knew that the insane man with the purple eyes was the cause of it. She knew that that man was no longer around to cause trouble. She even knew that Orihime had fallen in love with someone. Tatsuki was glad to hear that Orihime was no longer pinning over Ichigo, but now she was despondent all the time because the man she loves is no longer around. They walked the rest of the way in silence.

As they walked Ichigo was coming up from the other way. All three students looked at each other, but Ichigo held Orihime's gaze longer, then he turned into the school without a word. Orihime looked down at the ground and turned to head into the school, when she impulsively turn to the left and started running. Tatsuki was yelling after her; however the girl was no longer as fast as the weaver princess.

Orihime just couldn't do it today. She couldn't look at Ichigo and not feel that she failed both him and Ulquiorra. And he would always be a reminder of her failure. So she just ran, far away, as fast as she could. Using her flash-step, she didn't care if someone saw her at the moment. She ran to the park, the same park she had met Ulquiorra before he took her Hueco Mundo.

Orihime sat down on the bench and started to weep. Her tears were not as frequent as they used to be, for she had learned a long time ago to harden herself against them. She straightened her back and wiped the few tears that fell; as she did she felt the presence of a hollow.

This was nothing new to her. Since getting back from Hueco Mundo, it was up to her, Uryū and Chad, to keep Karakura town safe from the invaders. Given that Ichigo lost his abilities, it was Orihime that the group looked to as the de facto leader. She was the strongest of them, and as such she trained every day in Urahara's cellar. It was only the last few weeks that Urahara asked her to stop coming by for a while. Something about a project he'd be working on, that he couldn't have her there causing distraction.

Feeling the reiatsu, the hollow nearby would be a piece of cake; it was nothing more than a low level. "Roku Kotan Hana's combine!" she was ready. This would do her some good, she needed to get back into shape, and heighten her senses.

The hollow came up from behind the swing set crashing through it like it wasn't even there. Orihime flash stepped to it, butting it with her sword handle in its oversized gut. The hollow fell forward, but caught a hold of the girl as he did. So the weaver princess sliced his arm off. The bellow of the creature was loud and in agony. Orihime would put it out of its misery; she brought her orange sword up and slashed it back down over the mask of the hollow. It was gone as quick as it came.

Just as she was about to put her sword away, another hollow appeared. No, not one, there were dozens heading her way now. 'Shit, I don't need this now!" she thought to herself. But she readied herself for the conflict. She slashed and collided with the hollows as they came at her, then out of the corner of her eyes she saw a flash of light. A boy had entered the fight with her. She recognized him immediately, and smiled. There's nothing like having a Quincy for backup when you needed it.

Uryū blazed onto the scene with a rain of arrows on the hollows that attacked his friend. He knew she could handle herself, hell he knew better than most how strong she was. That didn't mean he wouldn't worry over her, and want her safe as Ichigo ask of him before his power was gone. He wasn't alone either when he came upon the battle. Chad was right behind him, and he could see the tall Mexican-Japanese man firing off his Gigante at the hollows present. They looked at each other and grinned.

"Inoue-san, you wanted to have fun without us again," Uryū joked with the girl. Seeing her smile up at him filled his heart with ease. As long as Orihime was fighting, she wasn't crying. As long as she wasn't crying she wasn't thinking about… him. The three team members commenced in diffusing the band of hollows.

Kisuke felt the mob of hollows enter the World of the Living. He knew if he could feel them down here in the training basement, then his charge who was down here with him, would feel them even more than he. Looking at him now, the boy was anxious. Looking to the ladder that would lead to his exit of the training session and out into the street where the hollows were causing destruction.

"You want to go there, I know," the shop keeper informed the boy. "But there are plenty of people out there right now that can handle the situation. And you're not ready to confront certain individuals yet."

Without warning an incredible amount of spiritual pressure was released on the grounds above them. Kisuke knew who it was, and quickly turned to the boy as he made a run for the ladder. The boy made his way up the ladder and out the door of the candy shop. Kisuke could only tell Tessai to give him a hand wrangling him back in, before he saw the source of that release. There was no telling what they would do, when they met again.

Orihime was surrounded by hollows as Chad and Uryū fought off their opponents. She was starting to become overwhelmed, needed to act fast. "Daidaiiro Keiko Hana," she yelled and she swiftly released her spiritual pressure. First she became surrounded by an orange cocoon, when she emerged she had her katana in hand and her orange lamellar armor.

The samurai weaver princess battered the hollows surrounding her. She cut them down easily, and took on the ones overcoming Chad and Uryū. While she crushed them down, the hollows began to converge on each other. They merged and formed an even greater threat. The now, singular hollow was enormous and his foot came crashing down in Orihime's direction. She had no time to move out of the way. She was going to be smashed into the dirt, when suddenly she was thrust out of the way.

A new comer had joined the fight and abruptly put a halt to the assault on her. She couldn't see very well as there was so much light blinding her. She lifted herself up and flashed to the top of the hollow. Another green flash came at the hollow, and she slashed her orange katana to slice the mask of the newly formed leviathan of a hollow.

When she landed on the ground her back was facing the boy. She heard a sharp intake of breath, coming from behind her. She could see Uryū and Chad in front of her, their eyes wide with surprise. So she slowly turned herself around to face the man. She only caught a glimpse of the dark haired male before he was tackled and wrapped up in a sack by Urahara Kisuke and Tessai.

"Oh well, Hey there Inoue-san… you're looking quite the delectable treat this afternoon," the perverted shop keeper smirked at her, as he struggled with the package underneath him. Tessai was body slamming it as Kisuke elbowed him, in what appeared to be his face. The bag was bellowing at him, while Kisuke was whispering to the man inside, "Shhh, we will talk about this when we get back home."

"Urahara-san…?" Orihime questioned him. When she spoke, the bag jumped high into the air, Kisuke had to hold it tightly. The Geta-boshi looked to Orihime, and pleaded with her to stay quite. She gave him a sideways glance, but stayed quite.

"This will all be explained, when the time comes Inoue-san, really, but right now I need to get this… experiment back to the shop," he gave her the only reply he thought reasonable. Then Kisuke picked up the bag, with the boy inside and headed to the van, and drove away.

Orihime was left there looking stunned; she turned to look at Uryū and Chad. With a questioning look to them, she stomped her way to them, releasing her reiatsu making her armor illuminate brightly. She was getting angry, and they both knew bad things could happen when she was angry.

"What was it that had you both astounded, you couldn't speak?" she asked both young men. They looked at each other; Chad shook his head at Uryū. Uryū shrugged his shoulders at Chad. Both boys didn't know what to say, but it was Uryū that had the courage to speak of what he saw.

"Inoue-san, please remain calm," he began. But of course saying this made her brighten even more, making the Quincy slightly nervous. He walked to his friend and placed his hands on her shoulders before he spoke the next sentence. Giving one last glance at the tall Mexican, he told her, "We just saw… … Ulquiorra Cifer."

The weaver princess was gone just as he finished his sentence, and Uryū knew then that Urahara-san was about to have a really, really bad day.
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