Pass on the Number

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Ichigo manages to kill Yammy but pays a price for his victory. Aizen has a back-up plan in case one of his Espada Fails. Can Ichigo escape his new fate?

Probably OOC ... Srry

This doesn't take place in the Bleach time-line, just some theory gone fanfic xD

Bleach belongs to Kubo-sensei, I just borrow them (the characters) for a while (n.n)/"
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Back-up plan
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The full moon was barely visible through the thick rainclouds, but what happened down on earth was still visible. The park in Karakura was lighted as a single beam of light shone down onto the two figures who had been fighting for a long time.

He was breathing hard and irregular. His opponent - a large figure in white clothes with a hole in the center of his chest, lay on the ground, soaked in his own blood and that of his killer. The large body began to dissolve slowly, and the orange haired figure,dressed in black clothes fell to the ground. Unconscious.

A couple of feet away from the unconscious figure the sky itself ripped open, revealing three figures completely dressed in white."Looks like Yammy wasn't strong enough to beat him ." The brown haired man spoke coldly as he watched the last piece of the large body's disappear into thin air. "Now we'll see if my experiment works."

The shortest of three with green eyes and a horn on the right side of his head walked over to the unconscious orange haired teen and ripped away the clothes on his upper body so that the front of his right shoulder was visible as the figure lay motionlessly on his back.

"There is no number transfer Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra stated.

"There is no need to rush." He walked closer and slowly saw what he wanted to see; the number '10' appearing on the front of the left shoulder - etched into the flesh(1). His smile slightly grew as it appeared. "You know what to do,Grimmjow." He spoke slowly to the teal haired man.

"Yeah yeah." He said as he walked over to the another orange haired figure; this one was identical to the blood covered body and was dressed in normal clothes instead of a black uniform from Japanese history. Unsheathing his blade as he came closer he stabbed the body, the bones beneath the skin broke with a almost sickening loud cracking sound.

"Make sure to break that 'seal of approval' as he calls it." The brown haired man spoke casually. Another loud crack echoed through the dark night.

Ulquiorra lifted up the body of the black clothed and bloodied teen, and opened up the air itself again – revealing a dark gate that led back to the white castle where they came from. "Shall I take him to the special room Aizen-sama?" Aizen nodded and Ulquiorra left through the portal he just opened.

"You know what to do when the shinigami arrive." Aizen told the teal haired one as he followed the green eyed Espada into the darkness. The gate closing afterwards.

Not long after the boy's abduction two other shinigami arrived, one with red hair and a white bandana, and a short raven haired girl – both dressed in the same black uniform. "Ichigo!" the red yelled at the sight of the mutilated body of his orange haired friend.

"So you're finally here." Grimmjow said with a smirk, his hands and face smeared with blood.

"He tasted quite good – for a shinigami."

"You... ate him...?" the short haired girl said unbelievingly.

The red-head drew and released his zanpaktou; "Howl! Zabimaru!" and lashed out on the teal haired figure who stopped the blade with his bare hands before he blew the whip-like blade back with acero, destroying it in the process.

"Renji!" The short girl yelled as she ran at him, but he stopped her.

"Rukia, go warn the others, I'll try and keep him here - GO!" He heaved, uncertain as to how long he would be able to stop the enemy.

Rukia froze as he started yelling, not knowing what to do, Ichigo was dead, Renji was about to die; she didn't want to run, but she had to. Turning around ran away as fast as she could. She would have to find Hitsugaya-taichou or someone else. She cursed the hollow that destroyed her phone earlier that day.

"Now I won't have to hold back." Renji grinned at the Arrancar. "There's no way Ichigo would lose so easily to someone like you. He would have used BanKai and gone to Soul Society if he died." The other picked something up and threw it at the red head. Who recognized the broken gold seal on the ground. "That's!" He didn't want tobelive his eyes. "..his seal of approval... How did you get that!?"

"I took it from him before he could use it, making it almost too easy to eat his soul." He started laughing. "But I've had enough for today," He opened up the same rift in the sky as the other ones before him - and walked into it. "Time to go home and clean up." The tear repaired itself and he was gone – just before the back-up troops from Soul Society arrived.

"Abarai! Where is he?" A short white haired captain asked him as soon as he was in range and scanned the area.

"Gone, just as that Arrancar said before. He broke Ichigo's seal, that thing he used to get out of his body, before he was able to use it." He was angry and didn't bother to hide the anger and frustration in his voice. "He saidIchigo tasted good, better than expected. So he's gone... just like that!" He screamed out in frustration and fell to his knees and started slamming on the ground with his fist.

The rain started falling, making everyone that wasn't protected from it drenched with water.

"Ichigo!" Yelled a somewhat known voice to Rukia who spun around to see Ichigo's father, Isshin, standing there. In a shinigami uniform, a torn captain's coat strapped to his left arm.

"Ah-" She gasped and pointed at the new arrival in shock. "You, you're..."

"You know that shinigami, Kuchiki?" The white haired captain asked, as he kept his hand on his zanpaktou.

She nodded. "It's Ichigo's father."

A shock swept through all shinigami present at the scene. Ichigo had his own shinigami powers – inherited through his father, a former shinigami captain. That made Ichigo a real shinigami, and not someone who uses power he stole, lost, and somehow regained.

"Ichigo!" Isshin yelled as he saw the body of his son; stabbed, mutilated and deformed, limbs twisted in unnatural directions. Blood pooled all around him, eyes lifeless and soulless. The face stared blankly at the sky, face twisted in horror. He shook his son, trying to wake him, but the body just shook in all directions like a rag doll. "Ichi..go.." His voice broke, and tears fell from his eyes as he held the body of his oldest child close to him - unable to deal with the loss. "Who did this…" He was angry; his voice shook with uncontrolled anger and sadness. He wanted revenge for his murdered son.

"The Arrancar with teal hair and the number '6' tattoo on his lower back." Renji said as he walked closer to the broken man and wanted to place his hands on the others shoulder, only to have it slapped away.

"No – I should arrange his funeral and find a way to tell his sisters that their brother was killed by monsters during a unseen war. "He stood up;Ichigo's body in his hands like a bride and left with a shunpo.

"We should go and inform Soul Society." Hitsugaya told the group who was still speechless after the loss of their friend. "Abarai, take the remains of his 'seal of approval', That way we can determine if that Espada was telling the truth. And it can be dangerous in hands of humans." He turned around and opened the gate back to Soul Society.

Every member of the group looked back to the large puddle of blood – thinking of how bravely the teen must have fought, and the fact that he was just 16 years old. Their friend and war comrade was just killed; this is a huge loss for Soul Society in the war. The power the boy held would be hard to replace.

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A few days later the funeral for the orange haired teen was held. The shinigami arrived in their spirit form, knowing they would be seen by most. Ichigo's blond sister Yuzu was crying, still crying, first her mother, now her brother. She knew she had to live on - but without her cocky brother it would be even harder.

Karin didn't fair much better, she cried, even through she didn't cry since her mother died. But she was certain that the shinigami had something to do with it. He brother was one - she knew. Even though he didn't confirm it. Walking up to one of the shinigami she saw before; Rukia. "Hey," She looked at the raven haired girl who turned around, ready to cry, before she sat down on her knees and pulled her close.

"I'm so sorry. If we were only a bit sooner…" She sobbed as the walls she worked so hard to create crumbled slowly as she realized she cared more for the teen that she thought. Her emotions were showing clearly, something that ashinigami didn't need. "If we were just a bit sooner, he wouldn't need to have..." she broke off, unable to say the word, still not wanting to believe it.

"Just tell me how it happened, and who did it." She wanted to know what happened, she wanted to know who it was. She was being kept in the dark from the start and now she wanted answers.

"That's something you don't need to know." Isshin said quietly as he arrived, and Rukia let go of Karin and stood back up.

"Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?!" She was frustrated and this was the only way to let that known at the moment. "I could seeIchi-nii for a long time! I could see the monsters he fought! I watched him come home all bruised, beaten and broken! I want to know what is going on!"

Isshin hugged his black haired daughter. "I'm sorry you had to see all that... Because of me this family broke apart like it did." Tears flowedfeely again, still unable to accept his loss. He stood up and faced Rukia. "I will ask all shinigami to leave. I still see them as the ones who are partly responsible. If you still want to attend, please come back inside a gigai. That way everybody will be able to see you." He lifted Karin and they waked away - all of them crying.

Rukia couldn't help but feel responsible for everything; she was, after all the one who offered to give him her shinigami powers that awakened his own. Which eventually led to this tragic event. Gathering the remaining shinigami she replied the message Isshin told her.

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Aizen and Ulquiorra walked out of the garganta, arriving the throne room of the white palace; Las Noches.

"The transfer was a success, now all we have to do is wait for the rest." The brown haired man said in a amused tone.

"The rest?" Ulquiorra asked, not sure what his master meant.

"After the number transfers the subject will loose all memory so it can be retrained as a Espada member. He is strong enough will replace the previous. This way my army will not decrease in numbers. It will only become stronger."

"Why not just capture him and train him then?" He normally wouldn't question his master's plans, but what was the plan with this piece of trash.

"If we forcefully erase his memory there is a 5 percent chance it can return, if we use this method the chance or return is 0.0001 percent." The green eyedArrancar nodded in understanding. "It will work in our advantage, seeing his ' friends' don't want to fight him. Now take him to his new room and make sure he can't cause trouble."

"Hai." The other said stoically and left with teen over his shoulder. He walked through the long white marble hallways – every wall looking identical. The only way to tell where you were, was by the doors with different numbers, or by the occasional 'window', which was just a nicely cut out hole in the outer wall.

After a ten minute walk they arrived at a door numbered 'ex-001'. He opened the door with a simple movement with his hand, and threw the other inside the room. His expression didn't change as he started removing the remaining clothes on the body of the orange haired teens body. He continued until nothing was left - except the black boxers.

There was a faint gleam in Ulquiorra's eyes as he tied the others arms and legs together. He placed a final leather band around the unconscious orange haired teens neck – it was to render the boysreiatsu unusable. He slightly wondered why it was needed, the boy had no control over his power.

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Ichigo stirred awake when he wanted to wipe the sleep out of his eyes - he quickly found out his arms were tied together by leather bonding that ran from his elbows to his wrists. Confused he looked at the shiny black restraint and then at the rest of his body. His ankles were tied together by thick iron cuffs which were connected by a very short, but thick chain. Shortly after he realized he was sitting in a pure white padded room, with only his underwear on. 'What the hell!' he thought as he looked helplessly for a way out. Not finding one he sat back quietly and tried to remember what he did before he woke up here.

'I fought that Espada… Yammy or something. I won… Then I blacked out… Woke up here…' Then the thought passed through his mind that he might have been turned into a hollow and looked at his chest -for how much that was possible– and was glad that he didn't see any hole. Then he noticed something that scared him more, the number "10" was now on the front if his left shoulder. The exact same number and place where that Espada had his.

The chocolate brown eyes filled with fear as he slowly started to get a faint idea of what the brown haired Arrancar leader could be planning to do with him.

"No..." he whimpered silently. "Don't..." Fear filled his mind, closely followed by tears that rolled down from his eyes. He was unable to do anything, he was completely at their mercy. "LET ME GO!" He screamed, his voice shakingslighty , knowing deep down inside that there was was nothing he could do. Screaming was his last line of defense and kept 'fighting' until he didn't have a voice left. After a whole day of screaming he was left hoarse and lying in the middle of the room, curled up into a ball – for how far that was possible.

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After a week there was no real difference from the moment he was thrown in that white padded room – it was soft everywhere, just so he wouldn't hurt himself or find a way out. 'What are they planning. If they want to turn me into one of them then just do it and get it over with!'

An almost invisible door opened and a man dressed in white came walking inside the room. His hair wavy and brown, eyes a deep shade of brown and a small sinister grin decorated his face. "Will you join my army of your own free will?" He asked in a deep voice as he reached out his hand.

"Never!" The resolve in his eyes grew as he now saw his enemy. Wanting to attack his enemy he quickly found out that a few days without food or water greatly weakened his body. 'What the fuck?'

"A human soul becomes weaker when it doesn't get nourished regularly – as you might have noticed. There is a gas in this room that prevents you from feeling hungry, so you couldn't have noticed."

"Bastard." Ichigo growled from his position on the ground looking up to the other man in the room. His eyes widened as Aizen drew his zanpaktou, and released it. "Shatter(2), Kyouka Suigetsu." Not trusting the man at all he kept his eyes wide open to see what the sword would become, but it didn't change at all, not in the slightest. 'What the..?'

"I'll show you what happens when you won't agree." Pointing his hand at the door and a blindfolded man with red hair in a black uniform was brought into the room. He was bloodied, beaten and cut by what the teen guessed were swords. The clothes were torn and the red head was obviously in pain.Aizen nodded at a man, with what looked like a skull on his head, who just walked into the room and started pulling on the heavily bleeding right arm of the black clad prisoner.

"Stop it!" Ichigo yelled. "You're hurting him!" He didn't know why but he just kept screaming, even harder than the tortured red haired man. "You're-"

"You know that man?" Aizen asked calmly – interrupting the teens yelling.

The teen lying on the ground fell silent, eyes wide. '...should I know him? I think I saw him before...' doubting himself he looked at the brown haired man. "It doesn't matter, It's-" he began protesting, but stopped when he heard it.

The red-head screamed out in pain and agony as the arm was forcefully torn free from the shoulder, blood splattered everywhere. The white floor and walls in the room were turning either pink or dark red. He was shaking with fear – not knowing what to do. The smell of iron reached his nose he felt his stomach contents come up his throat, but nothing came. How could it? He hadn't eaten eat anything in a week. Eyes looked at the red haired man that was now either unconscious or dead, he quickly lost consciousness himself.

Aizen sheathed his sword and walked out of the still perfectly white room. "You were watching, Gin?" He asked to the silver haired man leaning against the wall next to the door.

"He screamed awfully loud, didn't he?" The man's grin was almost from ear to ear, his eyes closed. His appearance; fox like. "What did ya show 'im?"

"How a 'friend' lost an arm. But he won't remember it. He'll only remember how to fight."

"Wha makes ya so certain Aizen-san?"

"He didn't even remember Abarai's name as he begged me to stop. He didn't remember that he would be put under my spell when I release Kyouka Suigetsu." Thinking back he saw that the orange haired teen always closed his eyes when he unsheathed his zanpaktou before.

Back in the room the boy had regained consciousness and was beyond confusion. He was certain he saw the man with the red hair before, they talked and fought together – but against what? He couldn't remember.

What confused him even more was that all the bloodstains were gone – just like the door and the strange men in white. He was sure there was a lot of blood and a door. Neither could to be seen – doubting his memory he fell into a uneasy sleep.

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Hours turned into days, and still no one came, he was left in that soft white room. No one came to see him or give him food. Day after day he kept screaming - wailing for food and freedom. After another few days he was nothing more than a confused orange haired teen in a white padded room, doubting every memory his mind contained. His body had become nothing more than a skeleton with skin and hair - every bone and muscle had become visible through the skin that had become pale, almost white.

An almost indivisible door opened – a man in white clothes and brown hair entered the room. "Do you remember your name?" Came his calm voice.

The teen managed to look the other male in the eye and said in a coarse voice; "Kuro..saki... Ichi..go..." And fell back down on the ground, not noticing the face of the other occupant of the room grin sinisterly.

Aizen snapped his fingers and the restraints vaporized into thin air, leaving the boy on the floor. The black collar remained around his neck, suppressing hisreiatsu. "Bring him some food and water, we don't want our friend starving to death." he was back to using the 'friendly Aizen' that everyone in Soul Society got to know, this made it easier to gain the boy's trust at the moment. Not that the boy would remember this conversation at all.

A man with green eyes and a partial horned mask on his head, dressed in white entered the room and placed down a trey with a glass of water and some dry bread. The teen looked at them with hungry eyes. "Who are you people, why are you keeping me here?" His attention shifted from the white clad men to the food in the room. He just realized how hungry he was.

"You are our friend, and very sick, which is why you are in this room. Food would have killed you and this was the only solution. Now eat, it should be okay now." The orange haired teen didn't wonder why, he just went at the food and started stuffing it into his mouth. "What is the last thing you can remember?"

He didn't answer at first, he wanted to eat all the food, when all was gone, he bowed to Aizen. "Thank you for the food. But... I don't remember you." As he said that he kept praying they wouldn't hurt him. When there was no response he figured it would be safe to talk again. "I remember going to school and on the way home everything becomes a blur."

"Do you remember these people?" The man asked as he showed a picture of various people in black clothes. One of them had red hair, two had white hair, a blond woman with big breasts, a small woman with black hair. Should he know them?

"I don't know them, should I?" He asked worried. But the man shook his head.

"It would be strange if you knew them. You never met them."

"Now wait here until we found a cure for your illness." The man with the brown hair said as he wanted to leave the room, but the orange haired teen grabbed the white fabric of his coat and looked at the man with fear filled eyes. He wanted out.

"How long will that be, that I have to stay here..." He let go, realizing what he just did. "Sorry, I- I just don't know what to do or think anymore... I don't even know how long I've been here." he had become desperate, a broken boy – whose memories were fading day by day.

"Stay in this room and everything will solve itself."

The teen sat back down. "O..okay." He lied down hoping to sleep the time away. Aizen just smirked, how effective it was just to remove a few years of memories. Kurosaki Ichigo was no longer a threat to his plans. Soon he would be an aid for his cause.

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A small boy with bright orange hair was running over the wooden floorboards in a karate uniform, his arms outstretched as he ran at a woman with a bright smile and a beautiful face. Jumping into her awaiting arms they both started laughing. On the way back home it started raining.

"Home...?"

"Mommy! Let me walk on the road side. I'll protect you!" The young boy said happily to his mother, who smiled gently at him.

"Okay, I'll protect you, and you'll protect me, All right?" She said gently, as they walked over the wet pavement hand in hand.

"Mommy?"

"What is it hun?"

"Don't ever leave me."

"Why would I do that? I'll never leave you." Her calm voice puts his mind at ease and the whole world faded to black.

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The orange haired teen in the padded white room sat up screaming as he woke up and looked around, wondering where he was. Come to think of it – who was he? Panic finding it's way into his system he managed to stand up and wobble around the small room, banging on the wall as hard he could with his weakened and frail body. As he was yelling, his voice shook with the fear that he couldn't remember anything at all. "Hey, anyone out there!?"

After hours of yelling he sat back in a corner sobbing, trying to remember what he forgot. Nothing came back.

Slowly a door opened and a man came inside the room. He had brown hair and a white uniform with black edges.

"Who a-are you.." The confused boy stuttered. "Who am I?" His voice was shaking as he spoke.

"You lost your memory during a fight with the enemy. Do as I say and recover your forgotten memories. Do nothing and-" He didn't have to finish his sentence as the boy had grabbed the hem of his long white coat, eyes wide open and wide staring into his own.

"Please.." Ichigo's voice was hoarse from the lack of speaking and the sudden yelling. "...take me out of this room." Pleading was all he had left to do, everything was better than staying in this room.

Placing his own hand on the orange head of hair he knew the boy's future was his to make. The boy didn't have any memories of the past, not anymore. the 'number transfer' took care of that. "Then follow me, if you have the strength to do so." Aizen said calmly before he turned around and left the room. A grin spread across his face as he sensed that the teen got up and tried to follow him, falling to the ground when his body gave up after running out of power to move around.

But he refused to give up and a fire ignited in his eyes as he stood up again and would follow the man who claimed to know of his past. He would do everything he could to regain his lost memories. Clinging to what he did know he made his way through endless white hallways, always seeing the brown haired figure turn around the corner – leading him somewhere.

After a couple of hours of falling and getting back up he stumbled into a large square room. Against the wall were several blocks of different sizes. Unknown silhouettes on top of them - looking down at him, several of them smiling for unknown reason. But he didn't care, his resolve made his eyes glow. Seeing the man with the brown hair standing at the end of the room he stumbled towards him, collapsing in front of him. "I made it..." He quietly said to himself, forgetting that he still only wore his underwear.

"You did well to come this far." Holding a glass with a green fluid in front of the orange haired teens face he spoke again. "This drink is the first step to become who you used to be."Aizen motioned that one of the other occupants of the room should help the boy sit up, he didn't have any energy left at all.

A pink haired man appeared behind the skinny boy on the ground and pulled him up by his hair. When the glass was close to his mouth he opened it to consume the drink that was poured into his mouth. The taste was bitter and disgusting, but anything was better than nothing at all. As he swallowed the last bit of the potion the man holding him up disappeared back to wherever he came from, the man in front of him just took a few steps back.

He could feel the liquid quickly spreading through his bloodstream and looked at his hands as his body gained new strength. The fleshy skin tore away as the white steel skin underneath grew and became bigger than his own hands. Knowing deep down inside this was strange for a human being he felt that it was somewhat normal for him, that he went through this whole process before and welcomed the power that started surging through his system.

The moment his hands had become lethal claws he used them to tear away the weak human cocoon he called 'skin'. Starting at his chest he clawed it away, revealing a broader and muscular one with a perfect circular hole in the middle of the upper body. The hole went straight through his body, it was strange. It felt normal to have a hole like this, he couldn't explain it, nor did he want to. He was certain now, he belonged here and the man with the brown hair wasn't lying.

A shooting pain the his spine lasted for only a second before it grew in length and covered itself with muscles and white steel skin; creating a mighty tail that swung around like a cat's when challenging another. In the corner of his eyes he could see someone with teal colored hair drawing his sword, answering the silent challenge. Unfortunately for both, the teal haired one was stopped by someone with a horn on his head. 'Too bad, I wanted to try out my new power.' he thought eagerly as he could feel his shoulder blades turning into spikes.

The spikes multiplied until there were five running from the top of his shoulders to halfway across his back. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the feeling of power coursing through his body, especially after he had felt so weak. His toes bent strangely, grew in length, and became razor sharp. The human skin was broken, torn beyond repair as his new body grew underneath. The orange haired teen didn't care – he was becoming stronger.

When he opened his eyes again they had reversed in color. The white had become black and the chocolate brown changed to eerie yellow. The world around him seemed sharper then ever before, his nose could smell how many people there were in the room and who was the strongest.

He felt something in his throat, coming out his mouth and hardened on the outside of his face. At first he thought he was going to suffocate, but when the same white substance came from his tear canals he managed to stop the gaging noises that came without his permission. As the mask was now complete his arms, face, legs and tail started burning, looking at the back of his hand he saw black lines appear in a wavy pattern. The same with his legs and tail – which ended in a black tip.

Shaking his head could feel his hair tickle on his back and realized it must have grown in length, ending at the base of his black and white tail. Breathing air in his renewed lungs he felt like he could take on the world. Moving every limb to see if it would function and move according to his will. Turning back to his master he bowed. "I thank you for returning my power, I know now that I belong here." He kept his head down, looking at the ground until his master told him otherwise.

"Follow me so we can continue with the next stage of recovering your memories." Aizen told the now complete hollow in front of him, who looked up and stood up to follow. But fell forward as soon as he wanted to take a step forward.

"What the - ?" The orange haired hollow grunted in his twisted voice as he did his best to move. "I can't move..." He was confused, he felt so strong – what was going on?

"So this is your limit," his master stated calmly. "Two weeks without any proper food or training would do that to almost anyone." Turning around he faced a dark corner, "Loly, Menoly."(3) Two children like Arrancar came walking from the darkness, a unconscious figure with messy black shoulder length hair in a black shinigami uniform. The figure was thrown on the ground before the hungry hollow and slowly regained consciousness.

Droopy looking eyes slowly opened and registered a orange mop of hair. "Ichigo-san?" He asked, wondering if he had been in a fight and hurt again.

"Your food is already in front of you and you don't even eat? Is it that disgusting?" Aizen spoke to his new pet – which started to move, closer to his food. Driven by his hunger.

The man in black bolted complete awake at the sound of the man's voice and turned around. "A...Aizen...Taichou..." His voice was shaking, just as his body. Sweat dripped from his forehead as the spiritual pressure increased. Turning around he came face to face with hungry gold black eyes staring at him through the white bone mask with the slightly parted sharp teeth. It was breathing heavily – it was hungry.

"Yamada Hanatarou." Aizen said to the trembling man, "Being eating by the one you tried to help. Fitting, don't you agree?" A sinister smile played on his lips as he saw the hollow open his mouth further, reaching out his his claws.

Hanatarou turned around, but it was already to late – he looked straight into the throat of the monster, which closed its mouth around his neck. The body fell to the ground, the heart still pumping blood to the now missing head causing it to flow freely from the bleeding wound. The moment the hollow had 'swallowed' the head he went down on all fours before he started licking away the still warm crimson liquid with his blue/green tongue. The rest of the body was eaten quickly after.

Smirking when the whole body was gone - even all the blood that had stained the marble floor. The orange haired hollow ate every inch of flesh and drank every drop of blood theshinigami had to offer. He felt even stronger than before, he felt good. He needed more – more food, stronger food, to feel even better.

"Now that you have finished eating, and cleaning my floor. Follow me."

The hollow did what he was he was told and followed his master to the next room. It looked a lot like the previous one, but here stood a black marble pedestal in the center of the room, his master stopping beside it. Glancing around the room he could see everyone from the previous room had followed and was watching from the shadows.

"Sit on your knees on this pedestal and spread your arms." Walking towards the black marble pedestal he sat down as his master told him to. "Don't move until I say so." With that said he reached inside the folds of his white uniform and pulled out a small black stone that seemed to be moving on the inside.

Holding it above the unruly mass of orange hair he began to speak in an ancient and forgotten language. Something that looked like bandages came out of the stone and wrapped itself around the hollows body, tightening and hardening until he looked like a stone statue without too many details. Pouring a quarter of his ownreiatsu in the stone it began glowing like a falling star. The room was blinded by the light and everyone closed his or her eyes. A loud crack broke the silence – the sound of stone being smashed to pieces.

The light faded and the dust cleared. There the boy sat - much the same way he looked when he was still human, just a few alterations. Aside from the fact that he still sat on the pedestal – butt naked.

His left eye stayed the way it had been; inky black darkness with a hungry gold iris – his pupil slim like a snakes. His right eye turned back to the white and chocolate brown it had been before the teen had been 'turned'. A part of the mask remained on the left side of his face; above the left eye and trailing down to the jaw, where four teeth could be seen from the upper jaw only. A black dot with short wavy lines flowing from it was present where his tail had been minutes before. But the things that stood out most was the perfect circular hole in the teens chest, along with his short and spiky unruly orange hair. On the front of his left shoulder was the number '10', burned into his skin – as a reminder of his rank in this army.

The brown haired man looked pleased with the outcome of the ritual. "Now pick up your blade, and become who you once were; Diez(4) Espada, Muerto Fresa.(5)"

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(1) The place where Yammy's has his Espada tattoo. (Manga, Chapter 229-04 (M7 scanlations) Or episode 127)
(2) Manga chapter 171 – Manga-Rain translations/VIZ manga
(3) Loly and Menoly – I think they're Aizen's fraccion, but I'm not completely sure (e.e")
(4) 'Diez' means 10
(5) 'Muerto Fresa' translates to 'Dead Strawberry'

My Ramblings/Sort of Diary;
(1) Maybe a bit shorter than expected... Next one will be longer, I hope.
(2) It's annoying/hard to write like this, I'll probably go back to the way I usually write.. (maybe subconsciously)
(3) Aizen's plan has as flaw. The number transfer only works on someone who already is partly hollow, like Ichi. So it wouldn't work on Renji or other shinigami. It would work on the other Vaizards.

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