Chapter 3: To Remake the Face

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It exists that tiny seed

Which I sowed

With tales of glory

Honor

Power

And so it will

Bloom a glitzing flower.

The monster inside her; it was a terrifying creature, equal parts hunger and yearning for destruction. It wanted out and she was its jailer. She tried to follow the mental exercises she had devised to draw it out but fear held her at bay.

Three days she sat in the training bating her inner monster. Three days alone while the others led the members of Soul Society on a merry chase. She hadn't eaten or moved. Instead she had entered into the dark pristine world of her inner mind.

The creature waiting for her stared at her with foreign yellow eyes.

"Came here did you brat? Finally not such a coward."

She said nothing in reply.

"Too afraid of me? HA! To think of the part of you that's always been there! You cannot deny me anymore."

The colorless version of herself circled. The predator light in the creature's eyes warning her to stay cautious.

"Caution! That's all you ever used. Other warned you to be wary! Trust! Aizen lapped up every grain you gave him. You were so afraid of Ichimaru that you couldn't see the true monster in front you."

"What are you talking about?"

The creature smiled as Momo finally broke her silence.

"You think I'll tell you. Think again princess. You'll have to surrender to me to get an answer. Maybe as I devour you I'll tell you. Maybe."

It came at her its zanpaktou drawn.

Momo pulled herself out of her mental world crashing to the ground. What was she?

Her tears streamed as she fled from the training room.

Temptation never fades

It never lingers

Only stays

Sweet little innocence

Find your murderer in

Sin

Ichimaru watched under half-lidded eyes as Momo sparred with one of the lower level numerous. Since her transformation she had grown a few inches. He hadn't noticed at her first all her body's little changes. Her copper eyes had shone with a fire he had doubted she ever possessed as a soul reaper. It had been his goal as a captain to back her dead brown eyes show some emotion.

She had been so prone to weeping. Never very strong or very beautiful she had always drawn him to her as if she was flame and he was the moth. He had seen back when she was under his charge as a subordinate before his promotion her pathetic adoration of Aizen.

Back then she had watched him half-guarded but her eyes always watched his. She was so curious in then in knowing what he thought. Her adoration of Aizen had annoyed him. She wasn't useless but Aizen didn't care to play the games with that were necessary to make her a proper tool. Out of the three year mates Ichimaru had found himself saddled with Izuru who didn't have any fire. He liked the younger man but Izuru was so easy to manipulate. It was child's play.

Momo had been so much more fun given that she didn't trust him. She was always suspicious of him. He wanted to make her break back then and put her back together. She was too precious to leave broken.

Now Aizen had given him the opportunity not knowing that Gin had wanted her since the first moment he saw her. If only he could break her.

She smiled up at him. It was still an innocent smile but with her new features he felt himself not having the same reaction as before. Hollowified Momo was beautiful. He knew that and as much as he wanted to crush her under him when she was only a shinigami he felt his lust grow.

To have that inner monster out in the world coming back to him as an obedient little doll was too much for him to surrender. He would have her be such a thing. Letting her struggle against him as he plundered her body for sustenance. It was the perfect image. She would so loyal to him that she would blindly follow anything he wanted. He smirked at the thought of the little arrancar surrendering herself to him body and soul.

She wasn't Rangiku but Rangiku was boring. It was too easy to lure Matsumoto into bed but with Momo…

"Ichimaru-san?"

He turned to look at the object of his current obsession.

"I want to train today."

"Of course Momo-chan," he said putting on his classic smirk. "Anything for you my precious peach."

She giggled.

Let me twist you

Turn you

Make you

Burn you

Make you mine

For there is so little time.

She entered into the world of her own mind without anyone present. She had tried for the last week to do it under the supervision of Ichimaru-san. Each time she had failed.

"You'll never get it Momo-chan. Perhaps I should tell Aizen-sama that you are a failure," Ichimaru had said off-handedly.

Chills went down her back and tears poured. Aizen would destroy her if she didn't prove useful. Otosan was already finding her lack of connection with her inner hollow to be a disadvantage and if she didn't show result soon—she shivered. It stung though to hear Ichimaru call her a failure. She knew by know that she was stronger than Stark. She was the strongest arrancar and Aaronerio himself had said that she showed promise.

But maybe that was just her brother being nice. Aaronerio adored her and every time he was home between battles he pulled her aside to talk. She didn't need her brother's approval though. She had that from the moment they met both recognizing so type of bond that she had had never felt towards another human being.

Not true. There was the boy with white hair and teal eyes.

Ichimaru had been disgusted after her failure. She had been so sure of it even though she could not see his face. She could feel his disappointment and that made her hate herself all the more. She wanted Ichimaru to tell her that she was a good girl. She wanted him to be proud of her in a way that defied all explaination.

"Back again?"

No reply.

"This becoming one of my favorite games."

Momo drew out her own zanpaktou preparing herself for the inevitable attack.

"What's this? Your prepared to actually be serious about this. You want to *smirk* finish it this time."

Momo became grip the hilt more tightly. She needed to keep calm. This thing was another part of her. It may have a life and personality of its own but she was the dominant one. She would be able to control it.

"Dominant? *snort* You've never been dominant in your life. You've always done what everyone told you to do. Poor little Momo," it mocked. "Always in the shadows. Always so worthless."

She watched its movements. She thought she had prepared herself for everything but still she felt a claw at her throat.

"I don't want to eat you. I want to become you."

Her soul-self dissolved as the hollow poured itself into her. She felt the fire coursing through her veins. She burned from the inside as her retasi changed once more. Her screams occurring throughout Hueco Mundo.

From his position outside the door, Gin Ichimaru smirked. At least she was completely shattered. Now it was time for the fun part.

To be continued….