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Rising Dragon

This is just the beginning of a series I 'tried' working on involving my Bleach OC, the Arrancar warrior, Kuro. He's been betrayed by his 'family' and is ready to all Lelouch on Hueco Mundo!

Kuro moved forward, his hakama displacing the sand under his feet, creating snaking trails on the surface of Hueco Mundo as if many serpents had slithered over her barren face. The young arrancar warrior sureyed the area, he could see a group of adjuchas hollows chattering amongst themselves over a meal, the Menos Forest stood quiet behind them.He grimaced, he was tired of seeing these generic concept arrancar besmirching the face of his beloved home. The once spiteful arrancar had evolved into something else, no longer was he the scared and abused container of the past, something new had emerged from his tormented cocoon, something hard, smooth, something with a purpose. He averted his gaze, staring coldly at the quartz trees of the white desert, it's sands perpetually bleached by the equally white sun, or moon, he could never really tell what time it was, or even what day it was, everything just was. For Kuro every day simply faded into the next, there was no time, only the concept of time, there was nothing more than existance in this world of anti-existence, so solitary that Kuro had gone sane, very sane.

Tired of feeling the reiatsu of the adjuchas near him Kuro drew his blade, he gripped his beloved zanpakutou's hilt with his right hand, pulling it from it's crude sheath connected to his shoulder. He looked at all hollows that had yet to develop the drive to evolve with contempt, he hated their existance, how they didn't strive for anything more than the next meal. He closed his eyes tightly as he disappeared from view, a crackle, the faint sound of metal cutting flesh, cutting bone, and then there was only Kuro, his once white uniform drenched in the purple black blood of the hollows he'd slain, his very brothers, his own race. He shed a single tear as he resheathed his blade and leaned back against one of the trees that signaled the entrance to the Menos Forest, he just stood there, reflecting on how much of a heretic he really was. In his brief stay in Hueco Mundo Kuro had killed the one creature he'd vowed to protect, ally with the one creature he vowed a vendetta against, and abandoned those he vowed to conquor the whole of this black world with, he'd abandoned everyone and everything that had given him so much. To the boy who controlled lighting like a toy, he was becoming less and less significant to the world than he knew he should be, he knew in his essence that he was meant to reign over everything, that he had the potential to become a god, he just needed to experience everything, only to realize he didn't need any of it to be great.

Disgusted by his contradictory existence Kuro clawed at his breast through his shirt, a blood stained 'I' slowly emerged on his clothing, his number in the Caballeros Hueco, the group that had once been his family. He didn't feel obliged to ally with anyone, he didn't need a faction, he'd take over the world on his own terms, with his ambition he could do anything, afterall, he'd survived things that would kill others, he was going to become a god. He slowly opened his eyes, for once in his life he could see everything in the scope of reality, he had obtained a sense of being that was only a concept to most, one thing kept repeating over and over in his head, "For my ambition".