Hey there! I'm sorry I haven't touched this story in…nearly two years…BUT I'M MAKING UP FOR IT! For those of you who read the original version of this story, I have completely rewritten the existing chapters, and I have a completely different tone in this version than the original. When I first wrote the story, the hollow's true nature hadn't been revealed yet and my intention was to make a sort of parody of the show, with a permanent Vasto Lorde Ichigo curbstomping the bad guys and napping all day. Now, I'm going to actually give the Old Man and (mostly) Shiro some character development as they deal with the loss of Ichigo stacked on top of being thrown into a new world. Enjoy! {Insert obligatory 'I don't own Bleach or Fairy Tail' joke}

A deafening, monstrous screech filled the air as what was once Ichigo Kurosaki roared. The sound was an ear-piercing mix of rage and anguish. Desperately, a black blur shot towards the white beast, only for the berserker to turn to face it with its black blade singing through the air. There was a flash of light green, and the blur solidified into an emancipated demon, glowing lance in hand to block the midnight saber before it could remove yet another limb. Scattered around the roof of Las Noches were nearly two dozen severed limbs, all proof of the berserker's superiority over the manifestation of despair. It was only thanks to the nihilistic demons' high speed regeneration that he was alive, let alone capable of continuing to fight. An explosion rocked the battlefield as the beast broke yet another of the bat's lances. All of this was in complete opposite to an earlier point in the fight, before the berserker was released, where the bat had been flawless in his destruction of his opponent. Oddly enough, it was due to the demons' victory over his previous opponent that he was now losing. Had he not ended the life of the teenage protector, Ulquiorra would not now be facing the beast that had resided in the Vizard's soul. Barely refraining from being flung off the roof of the palace from the wind pressure, two of Ichigo Kurosaki's friends were watching in horror. Uryu Ishida, in denial over the death of his friend, was praying that 'Ichigo' would be able to defeat Ulquiorra with his 'newest power boost'. Orihime Inoue, filled with guilt, was screaming, pleading for her orange-haired friend to stop. Neither spectator knew that their cries were only angering the bull-horned creature further.

'YOU BASTARD! YOU KILLED KING! I'LL FUCKING RIP YOU APART!' Many, Ichigo especially, believed that the hollow residing in the orange-haired teen's soul was nothing more than a lecherous, bloodthirsty animal. In actuality, he was one half of the teen's zanpakuto, a fact only known by the other half and himself. Being the hollow half, the spirit didn't know how to correctly express his care for his wielder, and so he displayed it in the only way he could think of. Helping Ichigo whenever he was weak by taking over. His wielder, of course, took it the wrong way, not that the hollow's inability to remain passive helped. However, the hollow was still a zanpakuto, and he wanted only to keep his wielder from harm. It was only due to Ichigo keeping him suppressed that the hollow didn't kill everyone who dared to attack the teen.

When Ichigo's chest had been blasted open from Ulquiorra's point blank Cero Oscuras, Zangetsu turned livid. The hollow took control of the corpse to deal out proper punishment, and the quincy, equally as enraged, permitted it. The quincy was even tempted to release the shackles he had placed upon the hollows' strength, but he chose not to. The bat did not deserve to die from the zanpakuto's true form. Though, the quincy worried for the hollow. The hollow was actually the more emotional of the two halves, and his hate continually was amplified by their wielders' friends endlessly calling out Ichigo's name.

In his grief, the hollow pinned the demon to the ground by stabbing his blade through the bat's stomach into the stone, and began to charge his cero. However, while Ulquiorra began to charge a defensive cero in return, the hollow half of Zangetsu snarled as he drew upon the full power of the blade, causing his crimson cero to melt into white. Only two knew of this, those being a rather powerful Quincy and Zangetsu himself, but the hybrid zanpakuto was arguably the most powerful zanpakuto to exist. The weapon, a dual blade when at its strongest, was one of few to have enough power to affect dimensions. This power, focused into the small orb of a cero, produced a completely different effect than intended when fired. Instead of vaporizing the bat and everything unlucky enough to be inside Las Noches, the orb distorted reality and ejected the hybrid zanpakuto from the realm.

Lucy Heartfillia was happily walking along the edge of a river towards an apartment she rented earlier that day. She couldn't help but giggle to herself as she stared at the back of her hand, a recently-acquired pink mark residing there. The mark represented the magic guild Fairy Tail, and it was one Lucy had fantasized about joining. Today, she encountered one of the wizards of the guild, and he helped her join. It was a dream come true! She was interrupted in her musing by an unseen pressure forcing her to the ground. It lasted little longer than an instant before disappearing, but that instant felt like an eternity under the pressure which emanated hate, rage, and pain. She just barely managed to get to her knees when she suddenly found herself lifted off the ground and having difficulty breathing. She would have shrieked at what she saw if she had enough air to speak, as her eyes focused to decipher a white demon holding her up by the throat with its left hand. In its right, it held a long and thin sword colored entirely black. On its right shoulder, a shredded black strip of cloth was all that covered the beasts' torso, and it wore equally ripped baggy black pants. All of its fingers and toes ended in blackened points, and Lucy found herself on the verge of a heart attack when she saw black tattoos spreading out from the gaping hole where its heart should be. A mane of orange hair reached to its mid-back, and a white helmet-like mask covered its head. Pools of empty blackness made up the monster's eyes, and its bare teeth seemed stuck in some sadistic grin. Stripes of ebony flowed up from its chin, through its eyes, and over the top of its head, which called attention to the menacing pair of bull horns protruding from either side of the creature's head. The monster's shoulders and chest were heaving in what Lucy could tell was rage, and a horrifying echoing hiss crawled out of the demons' throat.

"…Wh…Ul…ra?" the monster forced out. It growled to itself before bringing its head closer to the terrified blonde's. "…Wh…re…Ulqui…rra?" the poor celestial mage was on the verge of tears.

"W-what?" she whimpered. The responsive growl sounded akin to grinding stone.

"…Where…ULQUIORRA!" now the well-developed woman did break out in tears.

"I-I-I DON'T KN-KNOW W-WHO THAT I-IS!" The beast seemed ready to strike the mage with his blade, but it instead turned inward, as if contemplating something. Suddenly, the bull-horned walking nightmare looked around, as if just noticing its surroundings. A barely restrained roar leaked out of the white skinned monsters' throat as it turned to face Lucy once again, who was again mere moments away from a heart attack.

"…wh…re…e…" it was panting in rage at this point, and the erratic motions of its sword arm as the demon struggled with something was terrifying to the blonde. "…Wh…are…we?"

Was…was the monster's difficulty with speaking becoming more prominent? Regardless of whether it was or wasn't, Lucy was able to decipher what it was asking.

"K-Kingdom of-of Fiore, c-city of Ma-Magnolia, St-strawberry a-and Bridge!" Once again, the living nightmare turned its gaze inward, still huffing in barely controlled rage. Then, for a long moment, the creature stilled completely. Before Lucy could question anything, the monster practically threw the mage to the ground. She was about to scramble to her feet and make a run for it, but was paralyzed by the demon's next action. It bellowed out a roar full of hate and pain into the city, before tilting its head back and screaming out to the sky so violently its body began to shake halfway through. The newest member of Fairy Tail was sure she was hearing things, but she could've sworn she heard sadness hidden within the second scream.

Sharply, the monster raised its blade with the intent to level the city, but stopped, arm shaking with white hot rage and heavy breaths visible in the cooling night. It remained that way for an agonizingly long time to the teen. So long, in fact, that Lucy jumped in fright upon the demon slowly lowering its blade to its side. Its huffing and the twitching of its arm remained, however. Then, Lucy heard it. The soft, but spine-chillingly deep growls emanating from the sword-wielding monster. She could only watch as it glanced towards an alleyway it then stomped into before resting its back against a wall and sliding into a sitting position with its legs spread out and sword resting in its hand.

Minutes passed by before Lucy realized what had kept her from leaving. The behavior of the demon that had nearly killed her and was still shaking with emotion, was a mirror image of how Lucy's mother's dog, Plue, acted upon the death of its owner. Overflowing with rage and depression, ready to snap at anything within the creature's vicinity. The celestial mage made a decision, and she acted on it before she could psyche herself out. She got to her feet, patted the dirt off herself the best she could, and stood at the entrance of the alley. A slight tilt of the head towards her was the only thing that confirmed the beast having noticed her.

"Would you like to stay at my place for the night?" Slowly, the demon fully turned its head towards Lucy. After a period of time so long the busty blonde nearly began to regret her decision, the bull-horned creature nodded and stood. Despite her new companion being a demon she wasn't completely sure had decided to keep her alive, the celestial mage smiled and began on her way to her apartment, the stomps of the monster behind her confirming it was following her. Most of the walk was spent in silence, except for a single, short interaction.

"…Zangetsu." The girl turned her head to face the demon she was escorting.

"Hm? Is that your name?" Without turning its head to look at her, it nodded.

"Then nice to meet ya, I'm Lucy Heartfilia!" At a much later date, Lucy would realize its name was the only word the demon never had trouble speaking, no matter how enraged.