Well well well… It has certainly been awhile, hasn't it? Where have I been, you ask? I've just been trying to perfect my stories for all you wonderful, sexy people (Laziness). Plus I've been like extremely busy and shit… Now my last story, The Abyss, It's still up for grabs if anyone wants to continue it for me. This story more so touches along the lines of teaching you about the mistakes you can make. Sometime, they can come back to haunt you… or worse… Enjoy the story!

Prologue~

The damp rocky prison stood silent. The perpetual darkness and haunting silence were occasionally interrupted by the sound of giggles and faint whispers. There in the darkness, the only inhabitant of the prison.

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'….Hmm… so long… It's been so long since we've last seen light….'

The figure in the darkness shifted onto his back feeling the small sharp rocks poke at his skin but could care less.

'….. This weakness… We can't stand it… Our power…'

The figure scrapes his claws against the hard rock floor digging deep into it. He giggles to himself as he wishes it was the flesh of the ones responsible for his imprisonment. He wished that he could hear their screams as he ripped the flesh from their bone and taste the warmth of their blood on his tongue.

'…. But we will wait longer… We've been patient for this long… We can wait a bit longer…'

The distorted, maniacal laughter and dark whispers echoed through the rocky prison with no one else to hear them. He swished his long, thick lizard like tail back and in forth in excitement knowing that one day he'll be free; and when he does, blood will be spilled. He relished in the thought and put his clawed hands up to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

'Khehehe… You can't spell slaughter without laughter!' He thought to himself as he rolled around the floor laughing harder than ever. He stopped then laid on his side thinking himself.

'…. But how much longer will we have to wait…? Hmm…'

He sits up then scratches his head untangling some of the long matted orange locks of his hair in the process. He thought back to the day of imprisonment; the day his friends turn their backs on him and left him to rot in that accursed prison for eternity.

"What?! You can't do this to me after everything I've done for you!"

"I'm sorry but we have no choice. An order from Central 46 is final. Detain him!"

"Even after all this, you'll just up and turn your back on me?"

"The only reason we kept you around was to see how useful you could be to us; but now that we have seen your power, we just can't take the risk. Not only that, you also had a hollow within you! If you were to lose control of it at any time, you could have turned and killed us! Kurosaki Ichigo, from this day forth you will be sealed away along with your powers for eternity!"

The orange haired substitute shinigami froze upon hearing those words. He couldn't believe what was happening. He had went through hell and back to save his friends and nearly died in the process. He had defeated the traitorous shinigami Sōsuke Aizen thus putting an end to the Winter War and saving the world. And now here he was; branded an enemy to the Soul Society and was about to be locked away without his friends or family knowing what was going to happen to him. With his powers severely weakness after his battle with Aizen, Ichigo was easily overpowered by the other shinigami that came for him.

"Why didn't I see it before…? You bastards were just using me this whole time!"

"Take him to the special holds underneath the Maggot's Nest."

A pair of shinigami stood in front before Ichigo hold two long staffs with hooks at the ends of them. The hooks latched onto the red collar around his neck then he was forcibly pulled up to his feet and dragged away. As he was being taken away, Ichigo thought of his family and friends. The Soul Society has ordered their capture as well and he wouldn't be able to be there to protect them. He could only think of the horror that would happen to them while was gone.

'I will never forgive them…' He thought silently.

The former substitute shinigami was dragged deeper underground where no light shined expect for the scarce blue torches that lit the path to what will be his prison led. The two shinigami kept up their pace not caring that Ichigo kept tripping over the rocks cutting his bare feet or how they tugged sharply on the collar around his neck causing him to choke occasionally.

"Hurry up you hollow freak!" One shinigami said tugging harshly on collar making Ichigo trip.

After a few minutes of walking, they finally reached the bottom which held a large cave opening. In front of the cave entrance were two other shinigami both wearing a captain haori. Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Captain Suì-Fēng stood there and as the orange haired teen was brought up to them. They looked at him with emotionless expressions in silence until the 2nd Division finally spoke.

"If I had known that you were a filthy hollow before, I would have killed you when I had first seen you." She said with venom in her voice.

"Sigh… It would have been nice had they let me do some tests on you. I had so many experiments just waiting for you. All well…" The 12th Division captain said jokingly.

Ichigo remained silent not saying a word. Suì-Fēng signaled to the men holding him then they released the hooks from the collar and threw him into cave making him hit his head on the cold rocky ground hard. Slightly wincing from the pain, he clutched his throbbing head.

"I hope you rot in here you damn hollow." The stealth captain spat.

And with that the entrance to the cave began to close sealing up the last bit of light that shone through. Recovering from his headache, Ichigo got up and ran to the blocked entrance only to discover that it was sealed tight. And without his powers, he couldn't break his way out either. So there he sat thinking about the events that had transpired. He had been used by the Soul Society and thrown away like trash once they discovered the true source of his powers. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. As time went on, so did the gradual return of his powers. It would be centuries later that he would settle their differences and merge with his hollow and Zanpakuto to never lose the two again and in the process, gain a entirely different level of power. Skin as pale as snow, orange hair with a black hue stretched long pass his waist, strange black marking over his body with the one on his chest making it look like a hole, long lizard like tail, sharp deadly claws to render the flesh of anyone unfortunate enough to feel them, and golden irises surrounded by a sea of black that would strike fear into the heart of many. Truly a monster to be feared.

'No one will understand us…'

Those memories, Ichigo will never forget.

'….No one…'

So deep in thought, the former shinigami didn't notice the sound of footsteps approaching to where he was. As they grew closer, a wide devilish grin showing his long sharp teeth stretched across his face. It was time now.

"Finally… The wait is over…" The distorted voice whispered.

A beam of light casts down him.

I-Ichigo…? A sheepish voice said.

Welp, that's the prologue. Now who do you think payed our friend a visit? Leave a review!