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Hollowed

Prologue: A Torn Sky

Thunder split the dark skies above the tall buildings of a city. Rain fell from the skies and flooded the streets. Thunder boomed across the cityscape and lighting flashed. Suddenly, the city's lights flickered out.

Lighting illuminated the street briefly, to reveal the form of a small two story building; the Kurosaki Clinic. One window was lit up however. Inside, the entire room was lit up with white candles and the sweet smoke of incense clouded the air. A middle aged man had his head bowed in prayer before two framed photographs; one, of young women, and the other of a small boy with spiky orange hair.

The normally energetic owner of the Kurosaki Clinic, Isshin Kurosaki, was he silent. Everyday, on the anniversary of his beloved wife and son's death, he prayed. He prayed for Masaki in the soul society, and Ichigo, wherever his soul may have gone. Both were victims of a tragic hollow attack.

Lighting struck again, lighting up the room for the briefest of seconds. Isshin continued his vigil over the shrine, and the night wore on.

xXxXx

In the dark sky above the clinic, a black slit appeared. The slit expanded, the world folding like a curtain around it. A human hand seized the edge of the slit and pulled it wider, and finally a figure in black stepped out. A black coat flapped in the breeze, as the figure's orange hair rippled in the wind. A large cleaver-like sword was gripped in its hand as its black boots set down on the rain-soaked roof.

It finally spoke, in a voice that screamed insanity.

"It's hunting time!"

Authors Note: Yes I know this chapter is short… But it is only a prologue, give me a break!

The concept of Hollow Ichigo has fascinated me for ages… so I decided to do a story with Ichigo as a hollow, with a hopefully original twist.