A ‘hollow’ day
It was early when the Hunter woke from his dream world. The sun had begun to streak through the slight gap between his curtains. He looked up to see nameless one sitting beside his bed. The nameless one looks dark and evil, in his blood-red cloak that surprisingly feels like blood. He has long black hair that sits above his shoulders. His face is long and thin with ice blue eyes, a cruel thin line that was his mouth and a small pointed nose. A long, thick scar stretched from his left eye to the point of the chin. “Have a good nap” he said in his deep, ancient voice just can easily strike fear in anyone’s heart. “Shu.......t up” he said as he yawned picking up my alarm clock. He sighed as he saw it was only 7:00 am, 28th June, two days after he went into his dream world. He got up walked over to the bench and turned on the kettle, pulled a cup out of the cupboard, put in some instant coffee and sugar as the kettle began to whistle. He opened the fridge and looked down and again sighed, looked up at nameless one and said “no milk”.
“Nameless one where’s my wallet?” the Hunter said as he walked around the small room, pulling bits of furniture from where they belong “I hate the human world”. “No hunter you hate it when you don’t get any coffee” nameless one said in such a smartarse voice. The wallet flew across the room from nameless one’s hand and hit the Hunter in the back of the head. He shouted, grabbed his wallet and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
The Hunter walked from the old, house that he had been living for three days. He walked and walked until he reached the city, there he crossed the road and walked into the small corner shop. He walked over to the shop fridge and pulled out a litre carton of milk flicked the cashier a five cent coin grabbed a bag, putting the milk in the bag and left. The cashier chased him out the door yelling and swearing at him. He just kept going and as he reached other side of the road it started to rain heavily.

The Hunter entered the old house, water dripping out of every piece of clothing he was wearing. “I hate human cloths” the Hunter said as he walked past nameless one again “you still haven’t had your coffee have you?” nameless one asked as the Hunter closed his bedroom door and in seconds he was out again in a new outfit. He made the coffee and sat down to drink it when the chair broke. The coffee spilt all over him. It scalded him, making him scream. The scream was not from pain though; it was due to the hindrance of the day, this was the worst day he had ever had, it even beat the day Byakuya betrayed him. He made another coffee, began to take a sip and then felt a presence in the woods “Hollow”.
The Hunter ran from the house, zanpakutou in hand. Through the trees the ugly head of a massive hollow was fighting an unknown being. The Hunter ran through the 10 metre tall. As he reached the hollow he saw a young female soul reaper fighting for her life. The hollow started to scream “a trap, so many soul reapers. You, you have set me up”. The hollow reached for the girl’s throat. The Hunter ran forward slicing the hollows arm off; he swung around killing the girl. “Where are they?” the hollow screeched as the Hunter stood into his battle position. “Nameless one-kill” I called to nameless one. The simple blade began to glow and distort in its unique shape. He disappeared, then reappeared behind the hollow and drove blade into the hole and spun it anti-clockwise.
The hollow began to slowly change back into the soul that he used to be. “Ahhh. Thank you” the soul said to the Hunter as she fell to her knees. Again he stabbed the soul taking part of it sending the rest back into the soul society.
The Hunter walked back the house and nameless one was sitting on the floor eating a packet of chips. The Hunter picked up his coffee and took a sip. “ COLD”.