Chimon Fumihiro was once a man who lost all hope. One night in particular, he drank more than he should've despite his doctor's warnings; and managed to kill himself with alcohol poisoning. Little did he know, that action would make his afterlife spiral farther down than his life ever did. A dead man meets Ichigo Kurosaki, and Rukia Kuchiki just after Ichigo's first kill.

Chapter I

Final Words

Tokyo, Japan 9:27 P.M. J.S.T. January 1st 2001

Chimon awoke, a series of tall building stretching up to the sky filled his vision. All the buildings were shades of grey or blue, advertisements plastered across all but a few, far in the distance. He took a moment to clear his head, finding himself in an alleyway, devoid of life, other than the flies hovering around a dumpster. The alley itself was little more than a dumpster, though; trash littering the ground. "One too many drinks. Pull yourself together." He mumbled, before clumsily staggering out the alley.

As he walked, or rather, hobbled down the road, he thought he heard howls; those of hunger, and fury. Glancing around, nobody noticed it, that he could tell, other than him. He decided to pay no heed to the howls, as apparently, they didn't exist. As he continued his search for something recognizable, or even someone, he found nothing, only stuck up business men, and careless city goers. Everything seemed… fine in the world, save for the annoying howls of the wind. He sat down in another alley, as no one in the city would like him dying on the sidewalk. He coughed violently as he sat, blood as black as night erupted from his mouth as he covered it. "I've had fifty too many, I think."

This is the end… He thought, accepting his fate. I thought I'd go out in a blaze of glory, kicking and screaming all the way… yet here I am, whimpering as I'm dragged into the depths of hell… He chuckled at that, coughing some more. Do I have a place in heaven? Would hell cast me aside? Where do I belong? He let his mind wander as he sat, waiting for the end to come, barely enough strength to stand. This isn't what I had planned. He was strangely at peace as he slowly lost consciousness, clutching his father's pendant to his chest. His sight was the first to go, followed closely by his hearing, and finally, touch. He was only moments away from either the fabled heaven, or infamous hell, when he entered his mindscape. A crumbling, blackened desert plane, stretching as far as the eye could see, submerged in a seemingly endless ocean; and at the bottom he lay, chained to the ground itself. He chuckled once more, as even that faded into nothing…

…

He opened his eyes; that alone surprised him. He could see. As he examined himself, he noticed a chain attached to his chest. He got up and looked around, there was his body. "So that's how death works." He mumbled to himself, not completely believing it. He looked around, and heard the howling from before, but it was closer. Black creatures with bone white faces approached him, slowly. He tilted his head in confusion as they drew closer, never once straying from their course. He shook his head, trying to make sense of his predicament. "Let's see, I died, and now there's a strange chain attached to my chest. What does that mean? Am I in limbo? Or something else? And what was that vision?" He turned to the encroaching figures. "Look, guys, I can see you from all the way over here, and it's distracting me; go away." They simply looked to each other, confused by his statement, only to seemingly comply after a few moments.

He turned, only to see a man in a black shihakusho slowly approaching him, katana raised. He attempted to move out of the man's way, but he continued to follow. Chimon turned around, hoping to run, but he ran into the creatures from before. And they looked hungry. Looking around one final time, he also noticed a blue glow on a rooftop. With the creatures seemingly outmatched, they grabbed ahold of him, and left.

When he awoke, he found himself in a white desert, devoid of life. Except for what stood in front of him; a tall, off-white humanoid. It seemed curious about him, as he cowered away, trying to flee. It simply appeared in front of him, with a loud static following shortly after. He turned again, only for the same thing to occur. He fell on his back, and tried to back away, but he was too slow, as the creature jabbed one clawed arm into his chest. He felt his blood boiling as the creature seemed to fade from existence. Then he felt his very soul fighting itself; as his surroundings rapidly flashed between what seemed to be slums of a city, the alleyway he was taken from, a hall with a throne, and the desert he was just in. Then he only felt excruciating pain, as another figure dressed in a green jacket approached him in the alley, and held out a small blueish orb. Then nothing. No pain, no flashing, nothing. Everything was black…

…

There he was, in his collapsing, ocean-floor desert of a mindscape, chained to the ground. Three figures stood before him, enshrouded in the shadows the ocean produced. Flinching, Chimon felt the chains binding him break, the ocean disappearing, and the landscape of the flat desert floor being repaired. The first figure he could make out clearly; was a pale man seeming to be in his mid to late 30's, with black hair, brown eyes, and dressed in a cloak that waved eternally. The second was a tall, pale woman, looking to be in her late 20's, with contrasting electric blue eyes, and deep red hair, holding a 5-foot sword resembling a butcher knife with a serrated edge. The final figure was a tall man looking about 23-25, with skin, and hair as white as snow; black sclera, and yellow irises, a hole in his chest. "Who the hell are you? And why are you here?" Chimon asked, starting to panic.

"I am Chimei-tekina Kanashimi, your Zanpakuto." Replied the woman.

"My name is La Miseria Letal, and I am your hollow." The white man added.

"You may call me Nekrotisches Leiden, I am your quincy." The seemingly older man finished.

Fumihiro relaxed as they introduced themselves. "Okay, that works for me." He said, finally calm. "But what do you mean 'my'? And what are those things?"

"We haven't much time, all we can say is: relax, and stay calm, everything is fine." He was about to respond when everything went dark again, but before he could panic, he drew in deep breaths, allowing himself to relax. He blinked a few times, the world returning around him. He was in the white desert, stretching for as far as he could see, looking at himself, he was mostly human in appearance; but his skin was white, he had two horns where his eyebrows should be, he had wings protruding just behind his shoulders, he had a face mask akin to a knight's helm, and his fingers came to points, though they were the same length as always. Remembering what the 'hollow' looked like in his mind, he felt his chest, noticing a hole roughly the size of the distance between his lungs. Remembering his father's pendant, he wasted no time searching for it, finding it attached to the hilt of a blade on his side.

He didn't complain, he had everything he needed, and wanted, even in the wasteland he found himself in. After all, he was dead, but that didn't stop him from noticing how everything he came across either backed away slowly, or eyed him suspiciously, or both. Still, he kept walking, waiting to find someone, or something, that would explain what was happening, and where he was. He kept walking, and walking, for what felt like millennia, before anything dared approach him, and even then, it was just a small lizard, that seemed attracted to him, though he gladly accepted the company, as it didn't seem to run for the hills when he came near. "Getting friendly with the locals, are we? The others aren't too happy about this."

"Yeah, well, none of you are very talkative, and I doubt it could hurt me, given the reactions of everything else I've encountered." He stopped as he saw something other than white desert, and quartz trees, being a large dome-like building in the distance. He started walking towards it, since there wasn't anything else he could use as a landmark. The lizard jumped off, and scampered away after a time, leaving him to his thoughts.

"We're detecting something coming from that structure, it would be best if we teach you how to use each of our abilities before you arrive." Leiden said. "It would be best if you found someplace secluded to train. I will guide you there." Was all he said, as Chimon felt urges to go in specific directions, which led him to a cavern, devoid of anything.

"If you wish to wield me, you must prove, and improve your strength, speed and endurance." Kanashimi said. "We will start with laps around the mountain, followed by shikai training, and bankai training."

"When her training is complete, I will step in; and push you beyond those limits." Letal added

"And once he is finished, I will train you to utilize those limits." Leiden finished. "Only then, will you be ready to face what lies inside that structure."

Chimon sighed. "Alright, but this better be worth it."

Letal chuckled evilly. "If you survive, it will be far more than worth it."

Luckily, for Chimon training only took, what he guessed to be, around three months to complete; one for each portion of his abilities. It was hell. Kanashimi had never once allotted him a break, nor had Letal, and only a single day was allotted for him to recover during Leiden's training. His father's pendant was more important than he ever imagined, it being the only way for him to use his quincy abilities. Finally, after all that he took a week off to fully recover his spirit pressure. In addition, he found balance between his abilities; the hole in his chest gaining the quincy cross, yet remaining a hole; and the helm covering his face becoming a simple mouth guard. Stand up straight, walk with pride and dignity, show no hesitation. You are in control. He repeated his teachings in his mind, walking toward the castle in Hueco Mundo.

A giant sand creature attacked him, claiming to be a guardian of sorts. "Hado #1: Sho." Were his only words as he passed by, obliterating it. Not wanting to spend days traveling, he used a combination of shunpo, Sonido, and Hirenkyaku; which he dubbed the 'whistling walk'. The technique creating a sharp, high-pitched whistle; allowing him to arrive in a matter of seconds. He started approaching the castle, only to be attacked by different kinds of defenses. "Ok, ok, I can tell when I'm not wanted." He turned around, and opened a Garganta, walking through. His senses were instantly assaulted by the presence of a hollow, and to his surprise, he watched it get cut down by a soul reaper, with another sitting in the background.

End Chapter I

Author's Note

CLIFFHANGER! I should probably clarify what role Chimon Fumihiro is going to play in the events of bleach.

-First off, sorry for the whole 'defenses' thing, I just couldn't come up with anything that made sense in the long run. And I am very aware how arbitrary 'defenses' is.

-Second, the Vasto Lorde that attacked him was my attempt to explain one way that they can be 'born'; being stabbed through the soul chain.

-Third, I need to clarify HOW he received his abilities. His father was a quincy, and his mother, a soul reaper; granting him the abilities of those races, and when he was assaulted by the Vasto Lorde, his quincy abilities attempted to save him by absorbing the reishi, reiatsu, and reiryoku in the immediate vicinity in order to prevent his soul from taking further damage; resulting in the hollow being absorbed.

-Fourth, his Zanpakuto having the quincy cross is the result of his Shinigami and quincy powers being in perfect harmony, ditto for the signature hollow's hole gaining one.

-Fifth, he is going to be over powered, simple as that. However, he is still inexperienced with true combat.

-Sixth, he will NOT be using many of his abilities initially, as, for example, resurrections are limiters for a reason; and shikai, and bankai are multipliers. I intend for him to use his quincy abilities exclusively until after the soul society arc, which he would start using his hollow abilities, and furthermore, during the war with Aizen, just after the Hueco Mundo infiltration, he will start using his Shinigami powers.

-Seventh, he was saved by Kisuke using his hogyoku to calm the waring abilities he possesses, which, during his training, Chimon finds balance for.

-Eighth, the reason I went for the arrancar look, is because they SEEM to be in better balance with their powers, even if their 'Zanpakuto' aren't really Zanpakuto. And I just added the cross in his hole for shits and giggles. (insert Lenny face here)

-Ninth, I plan on continuing this story past the blood war arc. But that's a long way off.

-Finally, I want this story to have inspiration drawn from the readers; so, if you have any criticisms, suggestions, corrections, etc. for the fic, share. I would love to see this story go places… if anyone ever finds it.

Additional notes

I am aware that this first chapter is entirely too fast paced, and plan on getting better over time, so I will not tolerate complaints about its pace, unless they are contained in a full review; that being said, if you have suggestions for how to slow the pace, or make it more tolerable, I will listen gladly.

Thank you for reading.