Berserk Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Hollow Brand ❯ Past Reflections ( Chapter 1 )

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Past Reflections

 

I had been here for so long now that I had forgotten what it once felt like to be human. I had become a true demon and it has earned me what I desired.

 

I had attained Vasto Lorde.

 

It took many centuries and countless deaths. I was truly a monster after being detached from human emotions for so long until I saw a glimmer of hope. I discovered a member of the Band of the Hawk while he was an Adjuchas. He was being attacked by a hunting party of about three other Adjuchas. It wasn't unusual for Adjuchas to team up for better odds of survival. I didn't quite recognize him until he called out for help. Usually I would never help any of these demons, this case was different.

 

That voice. A voice I hadn't heard in so many centuries.

 

I instantly vanished with my sonido and all three hollows were ripped in half when I reappeared before the Adjuchas. “Guts, Is it really you?” he began to say with tears welling up.

 

“I haven't heard that name in a long time,” I said with a smile on my face. “Guts it's me, Judeau. We've been down here for so damn long after that sacrifice.”

 

He was crying so hard after saying that. The years down here with all the experiences would break any man, no matter how heartless they were. I knelt down and put an arm around my old comrade, after all that's he had been through I had to do what I could.

 

“What do you mean “we've been” Judeau? Are there others?” I asked.

 

“Yes, Pippin and Corkus. We've barely been surviving in this nightmare, but luckily we all manifested into hollows near each other and stuck by one another. You have no idea how happy this makes me! If we're still alive and we found you, there might be others! We can find everyone and bring them back.”

“Settle down Judeau, let's just get to the others and we'll go from there alright?”

 

We walked for quite some time before we discovered a ghost white fire glowing in the dark when we arrived.

 

“Judeau, what are you? Crazy?! Why did you bring another hollow here? He'll betray us!” growled a dark haired man hollow.

 

“Settle down Corkus, I found Guts…he saved me when I was attacked,” said Judeau.

 

“Guts? Go figure, out of all the things that happened, you're the one who survived and become a Vasto Lorde. I oughta kill you right where you stand. Where were you when we were suffering and fighting for our lives? We had to go through unspeakable things during that sacrifice!” said Corkus. “No one else made it. We lost everyone in it and yet here you are perfectly fine and you managed to get to a point in your evolution that you no longer had a fear of reverting. That's just great Guts.”

 

“And here I thought I was starting to feel unwanted here. Do you have any idea what it was like to see the woman I loved survive these horrors along with me just to have her mind slip into insanity?” I growled, as my anger began to boil within. “To see her act like a child and to take care of her while seeing these damn hollows taunting me and trying to torture her mind! Don't you dare go off telling me what hell was like Corkus! You have no idea what I went through with trying to keep her safe from the demons and the other things that still wanted our bodies that had been branded for sacrifice!”

 

I began to roar back at Corkus while my eyes began to burn from the hatred that welled up behind my eyes because of all I had been through with Caska... He never approved of me, and I could see why in the beginning, but to hate me still? It made no sense.

 

“Sheesh, Guts. Calm down. I didn't know a hollow could look so sad. I know I'll probably never want to say this to you again, but I'm sorry. We've been down here for so damn long trying to survive, we just stopped caring about anything but ourselves,” he said, like as if he even regretted letting the word “sorry” slip pass from his lips. “We didn't deserve that sacrifice, and neither did you. That bastard Griffith deserves to rot for all he did. For betraying us like he did.”

 

Corkus sure did surprise me a bit by saying all those things. “Well now, a few centuries and you're already getting soft,” I chuckled.

 

“Don't take it the wrong way, I still hate you and all, but I hate Griffith even more.”

 

“Then how would you like to help me kill him? Along with all of the Godhand?” I asked with a murderous glint in my eyes.

 

“What are you talking about Guts, they're just too high up there. We could never match them, even if we put all our powers together,” Judeau said dismissing the idea.

 

“I was able to challenge the Godhand while I was still a human, and my reiatsu has grown much stronger since then. I'm at the same evolved state as them. I can take them. I know I can,” I said while flaring my Reiatsu to it's utmost limits.

 

“Dammit Guts!” Judeau and Corkus both shouted, falling backwards while Pippin sat there with that stone faced expression unchanged and unaffected by any situation.

 

“Plus, with the power of Ryuujin Sureiyaa here...” I started to pull my sword out when Pippin's eyes came wide open.

 

“That's a Zanpaku-to, the sword of the Death Gods,” Pippin spoke slowly with his facial expression returning to normal.

 

““Could you not group me together with all the other weaklings” is what he's saying right now Pippin. “I am unique and I am the strongest. I have served my master since birth and he has given me great joy by putting me in the heat of battle time and time again. I will grow stronger because my master hungers for blood and so will I...” Well at least that is what he tells me,” I told them.

 

“What the hell are you Guts?” Corkus asked while shifting uncomfortably.”

 

I stared back at him with a blank expression “What the hell are you getting at?”

 

“What Corkus means to say is that you're an oddity amongst both Hollows and Shinigami. You're a top level Hollow, but you also show signs of an advanced Shinigami. For example; you have a Zanpaku-to, you know it's name and can communicate with it. That's something a seated officer or a captain should only be capable of in the Gotei 13,” Judeau said, managing to confuse me more than answer me.

 

“What are you talking about? Shinigami? Gotei 13? What the hell are you babbling about captains and officers?” I asked him truthfully.

 

“Are you kidding me Guts? Shinigami are what hunts us down and kill us in the outside world here and we in turn kill them. It's like the war between Chuda and Midland, except far more intense and disorganized. It's been going on since the dawn of time pretty much. You can't tell me you never encountered one,” Judeau explained frustrated.

 

“I honestly never left Hueco Mundo. I just ate Hollows and tried my best to keep evolving. I didn't know we could go back. If we could go back, why didn't you guys just go back there? Are these Shinigami really that powerful?” I asked.

 

“Tch! You really are an idiot, Guts. Their whole purpose is to hunt and kill us. Why in the hell would we go where they can kill us? At least here they can't get to us but with those new guys coming into play, things might be different for all of us Hollows,” Corkus smiled.

 

“What are you talking about Corkus?”

 

“Some Shinigami came down and he's changing up the place. I heard he's offering a chance of going past our evolution for helping him. He's forming an army to take down the Shinigami. I don't really care about what he does, so long as he gets rid of those bastards. He's alright in my book from what I see,” Corkus said while casually folding his arms behind his head when Judeau quickly jumped in.

 

“So it's okay to just let innocent people die because Hollows are hungry?” said Judeau.

 

“Hey! All I'm saying is, I'm tired of this pointless fighting between us and the Shinigami. These Shinigami seem to have something good to offer. Hell, if they can make us at the same level as the Godhand, wouldn't it be worth it to be able to take down those bastards who tried to sacrifice us like we didn't mean shit to them? I don't know about you, but I want revenge on them for the hell they've put us through. And as much as I hate to admit it, Guts seems the only one capable of matching the Godhand and possibly standing up to these Shinigami if worse comes to worse,” Corkus huffed. “I still hate you Guts, but you always were the best out of us when it came to fighting and taking on suicide missions. Besides, I know you still must want a piece of Griffith after everything that's happened and what you've gone through. So what do you say, we need a guy who won't be intimidated by a few powerhouses.”

 

“Corkus, we can't trust those Shinigami. The only ones we can trust are the one's right here.”

 

“Dammit Judeau, this is no way to live, I don't care if it means being evil or the devil or whatever. I just want to live and not be afraid of losing my identity or my very sanity.”

 

“Enough, we are not enemies. If Guts leads, then he makes the choice,” Pippin said calmly.

 

“That's the most I've ever seen you talk old friend,” I said with a grin on my face.

 

“That's actually the most he's said since we got here.” Judeau smiled.

 

“Why am I not surprised?” I chuckled. It was good to be back...

 

“What the hell are we waiting around for? Where does this Shinigami stay at? I think it's about time he saw what the true strength of the Band of the Hawk has to offer,” Corkus grinned.

 

Griffith, we're coming for you soon. You have better put up a good fight when we arrive. I want it to last for as long as possible. I want to savor it slowly.

 

Oh just to watch that last glint of life leave from your eyes would be the most satisfying...

 

Especially by my hands.

 

We set off towards Las Noches with our blades ready, our strength to be tested and our power increased. The whole time my mind was trying to figure out the whole situation. This Death God left Soul Society and is now helping the Hollows only to amass an army big enough to return to Soul Society. Are his plans to destroy it or conquer it though were the questions in my mind. If this man had the ambition to try to go after his former nation, what was he capable of? If he can make me stronger, and stop my friends from reverting, just how strong is he? He must be at the GodHand's level at the very least to be acting like a god himself. He must have charisma like Griffith once had to be able to persuade former enemies to follow him, but if I choose to follow him, what will he do when his goals have been achieved, will he kill us? Regardless of what happens, I can't lose my comrades again, and I won't be anyone's puppet to just be betrayed again. I'll have to make myself even stronger to be able to kill this guy if it comes down to it.