I do not own Bleach or any other references that someone might see in this fic. What IS mine will probably been seen as someone else's anyway, and I'm not exactly hurt by that.

"Word" = People talking

...Word... = Quotes and past words

'Word' = Key, significant or unknown words

'Word' = People thinking

"Word" = Demon, beasts, monsters and the overpowered talking

WORD = Dramatic or epic occurrences and sounds

WORD = violent or disturbing occurrence and sounds

Chatper 1.

It was an empty, dark place here in this world. A night of pitch black that was never under the suns light and a desert of white sand that produced its own vivid light that reflected and illuminated the world from the moon above, allowing the concept of shape and image. Most of the land was sand, other pieces were rock like trees with sand, and others were large rocks that looked like hills, cliffs and mountains. But it was not here in dull desert place the story started.

No, despite this world's empty and depressing nothingness, there were places that were different. They were not different by much, but different none the less. In the darkness in the deep, under the light of the sand on the surface, rocks of quartz like structure grew tall and high hundreds off the the ground that was under ground. The ceiling was the white sands above that laded under the moon and that which did not fall with gravities wish. Monsters of death, horror and despair roamed the dark forest called Menos forest. Monsters that were once human, that once felt sympathy, empathy, ethics and morals for others. Well, most of them did before becoming what they currently are.

Piles and gatherings of these masked, white plated, hungry monsters came together to feast, kill and murder each other as it was the only nature left to them. Their teeth tore and chewed through the armoured plates that were like scale fused with rock, tearing and eating each other into drops of blood and a succulent flesh. There was some anger and some hate when doing so, but ultimately there was only nature and instinct telling them what they must do. The nature of being stronger than another in order to survive. How one got stronger in this world was easily understood by their actions.

Eating, devouring and swallowing their enemies, comrades and anything else that was in their reach. They wanted to live, so they had become stronger, and to become stronger they had to let instinct take over and enforce their will to savagery of gluttony, hunger and starvation. The gatherings glowed and meshed in time, the feast ending only with two or four eating enough to escape before their second stage of nature took over. The whites mask and plated bodies that were once individual blended and became black. It grew and grew and grew in size, becoming tall and more monstrous. A new monster had been born standing near 70 metres tall, it screamed and screeched with raw power and primal urge.

Others like it appeared, walked to it, and the process started again with the newly formed monster being surrounded and fought over by identical monster that ate and tore it apart. It screamed in pain before dying and becoming nothing but a piece to another monster. But in this forest of despair the story did not begin.

No, in another location it started. Much like the forest this place was dark, but darker than anything else in this world. It was on the surface under the moon at the centre of a deep pit of sand where a shapeless, colourless, and pitch black darkness existed. For some reason the light of the moon and sand did nothing to take or drive this patch of empty and dark nothingness. For reasons unknown, the masked monsters that once live below were gathered here. They were strong enough to leave the forest as the forest could no longer sustain them and keep them alive. They needed more power, more strength, and to be strong enough so that the nature would not starve them back to senseless beast unable to talk or communicate.

They grinned, teeth and eyes white and vivid in the black as they drooled and swallowed in hunger and desperation. But that was all you could see of them. Their bodies were black and had disappeared in the darkness unable to be distinguished as nothing but black sediments and dirt. They wanted food, they were eating, they wanted to eat, and above else they wanted the new power that had only moments before been born in front of them. Who it was didn't matter as only moments before it had devoured another of its kind wanting to live, wanting to stay strong and wanting to be stronger. What had exactly happened was lost and uncared for. All that matter to the monsters and to the new being was that they were there.

The new creature that had been born was white within the dark making it easy to target and see. A being of void white, born in a pit of isolating darkness stood and looked around at its former comrades. There were parts of its body that were black, including its massive wings that protruded from it back and its hair that escape a white mask that covered all but its eyes. Over all, the new born looked weak with a thin white body covering in a single coat of white plating and casing, thin, weak looking arms and legs and a two horned mask that looked like it could break at any moment. As a hollow it had a hole, a black empty hole through the centre of its chest and no expression on its face, hidden by the mask. This new creature's only feature that made it look defined and as threat was its eyes. Eyes that held power, eyes that held judgement and only cared for what could be seen.

"..." It didn't say anything, uncertain of what it should do. But the dark monsters with only eyes and mouths knew what to do.

They started speaking but the new born didn't hear them instead looking down at his white hand. He didn't care about these things before him.

One was staring at the new born. "Look, he changed into a shrimp. He looks so weak and helpless." It said with saliva and spit in its mouth wanting nothing more than to eat.

Another was panting in hunger, wide eyed and drooling. "...And... there...is..so much power! I can already taste on my tongue."Another said anxious and swallowing its own spit in wait.

Another glared and squinted cautious, not wanting to die having come so far in this harsh world. "Do not rush. This thing was an adjuchas moments ago that lived long and with the rest of use. Why he suddenly wasted and devoured Cornal and Debaz was completely unannounced." This one said having a feeling of what had happened. "He...might have..."

"Changed into a Vasto Lorde? I thought so too, but look at him. He has nothing that is a threat to us." One of the ones from before pointed out. "No teeth to eat us. No claws to tear us apart. It must have gone wrong at some point. It's not like some hollows haven't been unfortunate enough to regress." It said taking a few steps forward, a sick and disturbing amount of drool coming of its teeth. "If you will not eat him, I will."

"Hey, you don't just get him to yourself!" Another shouted in a female voice being new, pushing the one that had spoken to the ground. "I want more than just a bite of him so back off." She yelled as another grabbed and threw her out of the way.

"No, I will get first bite. No female will take first bite, you hear!" It shouted as another two, one being female and the other being male pushed said one down. They looked at each then grabbed one another, before fighting with one another. One after the other they fought and even started biting each other in a savage fight to eat the new born. They screamed and roared like beast only thinking about themselves.

Completely ignoring it for time the new Vasto lorde looked at its pale, white, thin arms and hands feeling them out. Then suddenly a power made itself present shaking and distorting the very space and reality around everything present. The ground, the air, the sand, the image of the sky and the light and temperature itself shook and rumbled in the mere presence of this beings energy. During that time all the black hollows that had been fighting had stopped, feeling the power that was behind this beings presence. It stared at them with light-green, slitted eyes that looked threatening and dangerous. Instead of being intimated the black hollows smiled and grinned back having their attention drawn away from one another, drooling and hungry for this hollow before them.

One stared particularly hungrily, gasping and taking a step forward in darkness. "Fine Ulquiorra. We'll attack and eat you together." It said in joy that turned into a laugh. The others soon joined laughed hysterically, in a disturbed and vial happiness that would unnerve the soul of a human and make them fear in horror of these things smiles.

The new born Vasto lorde Ulquiorra instead frowned dully with nothing but its eyes, looking sorry and in pity for the creature so unlike himself, or so he believed.

"UUUGHHGHHAHHAHAHAHA!" The speaking Hollow screamed in absolute pain and anguish, its blood went flying out from its back, as black as its body. The other black hollows screeched and screamed in freight having not seen, sensed or comprehend what had happened. It was too fast far exceeding the speed of sound and yet silent and undetectable, as if the entire world around them was to slow to give away the attack. A thin, white hand had completely stabbed and pierced all the way through the talking, laughing black hollow, through the center of its chest in the exact location in which a Ulquiorra's hole was.

"UAAHSHERHREUENW!" It screeched coughing blood from its white teeth. "UURGHHHEHF... ...I...I...do..n't...wan...t...to..die." It begged staring into Ulquirroa's eyes who just stared back. No feeling or care that he had just ended the life or afterlife of another, rather one thought went through Ulquirroa's mind.

'What I see has no meaning.' He thought as he ripped his hand out of the chest of the hollow and it fell into the darkness that could not distinguish its dead body. The other hollows screeched and roared in anger and shock, snarling and growling wanting to rip the Ulquiorra apart.

"WAAAAAHHHH!" One of the female hollows screamed, charging to feast and kill the obvious enemy. Casual and with ease, Ulquiorra stepped in close and speared his hand again through the upper centre of her chest creating another hole in the same space he had done to the other. "AHHSHDKSUWM!" She screeched in pain just as much as the first but while Ulquiorra having moved so close got a hit, he was in range of her mouth.

Roaring into sky the female black hollow brought her drooling mouth down planning to chomp and crunch straight through Ulquiorra's skull. Ulquiorra acted shifting his head out of the woman's direct however leaving his shoulder free for attack.

CHOMP!

She bit down as hard she could on the shoulder of the smaller hollow, hoping to have chewed straight through but only felt pain. Her teeth, not sharp at all, broke and shattered on the young Vasto Lorde's skin, proving how strong his skin was. She cringed, biting down and trying to hurting him desperate and panicking, realising that if she could not do anything now it was over. Turning her eyes to Ulquiorra's she stared into them pleading and begging, talking with her mouth still trying to swallow the Vasto Lorde. "ddocchnnttt! Pleaaasccchhhsss!" She pleaded staring him into his massive eyes that spoke all that he felt towards the women trying bite through his shoulder.

Ulquiorra found it strange that she focused so much on his eyes, wondering what she was expecting to happen. She had just tried to eat him via tearing him into blooded, bite size piece in her mouth. Even now she was still on him trying to devour him, and yet was pleading for mercy afraid of death by his hands. He felt as if he could see her true nature and the nature of these hollows that surrounded him, just with his eyes alone. And yet all he could feel to act on was only the image of what he was seeing and nothing more. 'Yet there is nothing to me. Except my eyes.'

SINK

His other hand went under and up through her jaw and mouth exiting through her head in black blood. Her mouth lost pressure and Ulquiorra stared at the face that slowly slipped off him to the dark ground below. He could actually see tears from her eyes that were just pleading to live.

The hollows around him continued to screech and scream in anger and horror at what he was doing. But the snarls and growls of hate and emotion didn't exist to him, nor did the hungry and drive to eat.

Ulquiorra could use nothing else but his eyes meaning that what he could see was all that he could comprehend. 'I feel nothing. No, rather it is possible that what I feel is void.' Ulquiorra's hollow form was in a way a cursed form but he didn't consider this. His mask stretched across most of his body robbing him of basics senses that everyone, even hollows used. No ears, no nose, no mouth, no skin. 'I hear nothing. I cannot eat or speak. I smell nothing. And my touch has no feeling.' A curse for a soul only to have one sense and one sense alone, and yet Ulquiorra couldn't sense or feel enough to hate it, love it or even consider it a problem.

Looking at the beasts, his sight could only comprehend that they wanted him dead either because they were hungry, because they were angry or because they had nothing else in the darkness. No, he could see only one nature in all of these beasts which was they existed and that they had no meaning to Ulquiorra. He could not see their feelings, only what was in front of him and no more. And what was before him physically was nothing, without value or meaning to him.

He vanished, blitzing them in an instant, still moving faster than sound and silent enough not to be sensed. With nothing but his hands, he ripped them and tore them apart into meaningless black blood and flesh. He could not hear their screams or words as they thought he could, he could not feel the flesh and blood of these hollows on his hands and he could not speak to them to understand. In no more than a second it was over with the beast bodies disappearing into the dark ground, not disappearing but fading into the darkness as their teeth and eyes were all that made them different from it.

Finished Ulquiorra looked up at the black sky that somehow glowed light allowing him to see the walls of the pit he was born in. He crawled out on his hands and feet, crawling up the wall of the dark pit with no one following him. He could see the white and grey sand shifting around his hands but could not feel it rough grains. He got out of the pit to stand and look around the world that he was in. It was very familiar as if he had spent multiple life times here for hundreds and thousands of years and yet it was so empty and without meaning to Ulquiorra. He looked at his hands again and realised that he couldn't feel something else. 'I do not feel tired.' After doing all that he had done he was not tired in the slightest and yet instead did feel something else that concerned him. 'I cannot rest.' He thought feeling alive and full of power and yet nothing for it. No superiority or thoughts of using it. All Ulquiorra could comprehend was that he was there and his power was there.

He turned back to the dark he had crawled from to see the torn corpses of the hollows that he had massacred. Who they were didn't matter but what did mattered to Ulquiorra, was that they were gone. 'I have no companions.' He thought seeing that for some reason they were not his companions.

Turning away he looked back at the endless desert that had no end in any direction, he looked up only to see glowing darkness and the moon, feeling that it was no different than the pit he had crawled out of. 'The things that reflect in my eyes have no meaning. Things that do not reflect in my eyes, do not exist.'

He started walking and he did not stop. From days to weeks, and from weeks to months, and then to months to years he just walked, alone not knowing anything else. For a long time Ulquiorra walked with nothing else in mind. He would take note once and while of his surrounding thinking about them, what they were, why they were, what they were doing. Rocks that stood high and other beast that did not see or sense his presence. They were dull and meaningless in Ulquiorra's eyes despite having some clear purpose. The only thing that seemed to stick out to him was the strange, translucent rocks that grew thin and high, but broke so easily when he touched them. Some and many of the rocks he had seen were like this, and they were all over the world he'd walked through.

Strangely enough Ulquiorra hardly got into fights, avoiding them by coincidences or choice, he did nothing but walk. Walking for so long by himself.

Walking for so long by himself with nothing but sight.

Decades turned to centuries and centuries to more, so much so that Ulquiorra forgot much of his time walking. He did remember where he came from within the dark pit but that place was long gone, so far behind him that would never be able to find it again. This world was massive, long and infinite.

He stopped walking to look at something new, familiar and strange. 'I have found something extraordinary.' He thought seeing the massive object so alike to another object he had seen and yet shaped and sized so differently that to a being that could only sense sight, was extraordinary.

It was, somewhat, the place of birth of those strange, translucent objects or rocks that dotted around this world, around his world. It was so different as its size was massive and higher than anything else Ulquiorra had seen or imagined. It had so many shapes of thin spikes and tree stems, stretching out and over one another in an infinite crisscross of white crystals. So much so that from a distance it had no defining shape.

Ulquiorra eyes were captured by it unable to look away for the first time since he had become this, which now was his only life. His attention had been captured and could not be taken away. It was something that Ulquiorra thought he could understand.

'It has no colour, no sound, no scent and no feeling to interact with anything. It only exists here doing nothing more.' Ulquiorra thought admiring this structure in his unnaturally dark and hollow world, because for the first time he could see something that was similar to himself. 'It is the closest existence to "void" that I have ever laid eyes on.' He thought staring at its translucency, as if it reflected itself perfectly in Ulquiorra's eyes. It reflected what Ulquiorra thought and had come to embrace.

He walked into it, reaching for it with his thin, white hands, wanting to become a part of this great void. For some reason or another, Ulquiorra's body sunk into the physical, void-filled crystals as it fused and grew both into his body and him into its void. There was nothing there and Ulquiorra lost his only sense, his vision. Dissolving into this physical void, it felt as if all else had disappeared. He didn't even notice the spikes and thin stem like crystals brake and shatter the left cheek of his mask allowing him to sense more once again.

It didn't matter as everything he had been feeling was met and embraced here. That feeling though was nothing but void, emptiness and nothingness. How one could embrace such an isolating, lonely and pointless life was unnerving, scary and saddening. But he did, feeling for first time in his senseless life, Happy. Happiness for the longest and most satisfying time, he laid there in it.

The concept of Happiness in this world for Ulquiorrra Cifer, should be something which as limitless, infinite nothingness. Nihility in having nothing, having nothing to lose.

Happiness for Ulquiorra Cifer.

But that's not how the story ends for Ulquiorrra. No, he had much to do. Much potential. Much to learn. Much to gain in his existence. It would not be the same as another world. It would be Ulquiorra's new path to walk, watch and think about.

The story of a Hollow, not a human or shinigami.

A story about a Hollow who had nothing, feels nothing and sees nothing. But will experience existence and a future of change.

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1st chapter. Not bad but not impressive either.

I did this ages ago but wasn't sure if I want to do it. In fact I wanted to finish the first arc to my first story. But whatever.

This will be a story on Ulquiorra finding purpose as a reborn Hollow that has never experienced connection.

Still working on my massive grammer and spell problem but hey, I'll still be typing.

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