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Post 1: Menos : Death.

The day had been going badly for Cigeris, he had been having trouble running things and to put a fine point on it, right now he was in deep s**t.

For about a year he had been put in charge of running affairs, unfortunately being a child as he was Cigeris had absolutely no idea what to do, not that such trivial things saved him from the responsibility, in the end Cigeris could only try his best at everything. Really he was better suited to being a poster boy as all things considered he was rather pretty, in fact he looked like a girl.

Atop the nearby buildings was a lone gunman, aiming, ready to fire. He had no trouble getting access to the building, the child before him was so hated that nobody would care if he was suddenly killed, absolutely no-one. The man would never be brought to justice because everyone just saw it as for the better. It was unfortunate to have to kill a child but in the end it was what was best for the welfare of the nation.

A gunshot, the bullet went through Cigeris' skull with no hesitation, no mercy. In less than a second it was over and something new was beginning.

Menos: Post 2: Demi-Hollow

"No wonder you're always so bored then... why don't you get a little more involved with the crowd?"

That's what he had said. The man sitting before him now on the sofa, his eyes flickering with the light from the television before him. The tasteless sounds being emitted from the television reaching his ears but not those of the observer.

'What a b*****d. The guy hated most in the world by... who was it now... I don't even remember. I don't remember my name. Why...? Dammit Pa. It's all your fault... rot Pa. Pa... rot!!!'

That's what ran through his head, the determined thought continuously replaying. No avail. P. Ray couldn't move forwards for his being chained to the ground. He tugged and pulled but nothing happened. He calmed himself for a moment by looking away from Pa. He looked down at his chest. A hole? Yes, quite clearly there was a gaping hole in his chest. Fitting. He never thought himself to have much to him. Why exist if he can't even get his last revenge? Can't he destroy anything in anger? He clutched the corners of the hole and began to pry. Harder and harder. He emitted a loud howl which gradually became inhuman. The hole definitely felt absolutely gaping now. The corners of his eyesight were filled with white.

Suddenly, Pa Rot was all he could think. He became Pa Rot. Pa was right there. There were no chains any more and he was towering over the oblivious Pa. He raised a feathery hand...

"Rot".

Menos: Post 4: All You Can Eat

Pa Rot sat upon his perch in the form of a rather ordinary house on a street he did not know the name of. He cast his stare over to the end of the road where he could quite clearly hear laughter. Spreading his wings, he glided over to find children playing football in a garden. He settled down and with a single swipe, bifurcated them at the waist. It was becoming an everyday occurrence for him to kill and eat humans. He didn't think anything of it. Once he had eaten the remains, he flew off to leave whoever was in the accompanying house to be struck with despair.

As he flew through the skies he heard a bizarre scream down below. It wasn't anything like a human's scream which he was used to. It was a scream much like his own. He flew down into a nosedive, heading for the source of the sound. He had yet to encounter a Hollow just like himself. He changed direction once he noticed a restaurant in which he could quite clearly see more humans eating through the window. He had gained quite an eye for spotting humans. He didn't even need to use Pesquias that often. Settling on to the ground, he smashed the window into pieces with one arm as the people inside screamed, shards flying about the room for seemingly no reason. He feasted upon them all in the most gruesomely fitting of places. Little did he know of giant footprints drawing near. The very same Hollow who had cried out just had his meal stolen.

As Pa Rot exited the restaurant he had to look up to see the giant Menos which tentacles hanging from its armpits and sharp teeth with unappealing amounts of drool coming from them. It had blazing red eyes and dark brown skin as well as a round helmet of a hollow mask. It wasn't hard to tell from its eyes that it was enraged that another hollow stole its potential food. Pa Rot wasn't about to bow down and feel sorry.

Part 3: Birth of the Hollow

Black reiatsu began to swirl around Cigeris. His anger now at it's peak he screamed three inaudible words. His inner instincts were being unlocked and his desire to kill and to maim was becoming ever stronger. Within a few minutes he would become completely Hollow. No longer the useless and weak Cigeris. His own name was becoming faint behind all that lust for blood.

The Reiatsu stopped swirling and revealed the twisted form of Cigeris, a floating orb with mouths all over it, with many, many sharp teeth. Preparing to rip and tear his prey to shreds. In each mouth were two long tongues that would capture his food and on the front was his mask, the only bit of white on him, contrasting the inky blackness he was made of.

A groaning sound seemed to emanate from where what was once Cigeris was, it hovered slowly towards it's first victim ever, it's tongue licking them up and down, tasting the person's soul before it devoured them whole and then.

It wrapped it's tongue tightly around it's unsuspecting victim. Ripping and tearing the victim's flesh and bone with it's bare teeth. The monster's many mouths seemed to be grinning for the first time. It was delicious. Absolutely delicious! There was no way this Hollow could ever stop devouring. Not when each soul was so comforting.

Part 5: Shinigami Vs Hollow: The Ultimate Battle? (No)

One tongue reached out, trying to caress the lone Shinigami, shaking, quivering in fear from the strange Hollow. Reflexively though, he drew his sword, cutting off one of the Hollow's many tongues.

The tongue lashed about wildly and Cigeris howled in pain, his black blood flew around, staining the Shinigami's face and the floor. It was quite the sight to see.

The enraged Cigeris started to inflated. It seemed among his powers was the one to increase in size, he had learnt it in a rage. This time, instead of trying to caress the Shinigami he would kill the man outright but now, the Shinigami was confident. This was something he had not possessed earlier and was something that would make this battle long and hard.

A tongue went for the Shinigami's neck, grabbing round it in an instant but he cut it off, the Hollow reeled back in pain, withdrawing it's tongue. The Shinigami was getting more confident, he was sure that he could defeat this Hollow.

Flying towards him the Hollow tried to ram him with it's body but the Shinigami retaliated by blocking the attack full on, this was a losing battle for the Hollow, at least it should've been but the Shinigami was beginning to get cocky.

"You're pathetic. You know that?" He said, as one stray tongue wrapped around and went by his ear, the Hollow's panting became maddened and the tongue slipped into the Shinigami's ear. "Wha-" Were his last words as the insides were ripped out straight through his ear and the Hollow got down, devouring his latest meal. A Shinigami was a Shinigami, it would offer plenty of nutrition and would give him a huge boost in power. The brain was quite delicious.

Menos: Post 5: Hollow vs. Hollow

It was huge. A shadow was cast down to the end of the street it was so huge. It would take 50 Pa Rots just to equal the height of this massive, revolting hollow which had just had it's meal so rudely stolen. Pa Rot looked up to lock eyes with it which was no easy task. In fact, he had to take several steps back just to manage it. It was his first encounter with another hollow and the excitement was welling up inside him like he couldn't believe. Its red eyes flashed in anger.

"Yer a right cheeky c**t yer are" it bellowed "Steal ol' Gaffer's meal would yer? I be pluckin' yer feathers now!"

"You refer to yourself by your name?" Pa Rot asked with a smirk "Are you a Banjo-Kazooie reject?"

"Enough out of yer beak yer cheeky beggar!" Gaffer boomed "I be eatin' yer!"

Crouching on all fours, the menos sprung forward and sent its hand hurtling down towards the light feathered snack snatcher. Said snatcher took off into the sky with a quick flap of its wings, cleanly avoiding the blow.

"I think you've had enough" Pa Rot said, kicking the creature's arm in a most futile fashion "Your belly's rounder than your helmet!"

"Aye yer cheeky buggar" Gaffer replied, his tentacles shooting forwards towards Pa Rot. The winged wonder took a quick ascent so that the tentacles knocked the top floor off of a shop instead "I've had plenty enough... of yer!!"

"Shouting yer..." Pa Rot replied, flapping his wings steadily as he circled his opponent, trying to figure out how to do any damage "It's almost as ridiculous as the talking is a free action trope"

With a mighty leap, Gaffer was more than high enough to reach Pa Rot's height. The force at which he took off was so great that it triggered a mighty shockwave of dust and knocked over several surrounding buildings for 9 blocks. With a motion, the flabbergasted Menos found himself within the firm grip of Gaffer's hand.

"Yer really are a birdbrain!" Gaffer commented with a chuffed grin "Someone as big as me and yer figure I have no power in these here legs?"

"Wait!" Pa Rot gasped "Leg-go!"

"Yer hilaaaaaaaarious jokes aren't gonna getcha fat out of the fire this time!" Gaffer bellowed as he landed, creating a small quake. The force of him falling had caused Pa Rot to tightly close his eyes. "Now I figure I get to work on yer!"

Gaffer raised his hand. Pa Rot's stomach lurched as his eyes shot open in shock. It was the first time he of all people had found himself frightened of being up high. With a mighty swing of his arm, Gaffer slammed the feathery hollow into the road. A small crater was formed, naturally. Gaffer raised his hand and looked down with a cold grin at Pa Rot laying flat on his face, blood splattered on to the concrete. The only movement he made was a twitching of his fingers.

"Not so chatty now are yer!?" Gaffer boomed, grabbing him with one of his armpit tentacles around the waist and raising him into the air. It was so tight, Pa Rot couldn't even breathe. Not that such an action was easy for him in his state. He looked down at the ground with an unchanging expression. That is to say, he didn't really have much of an expression hidden behind the out of joint facial features and blood. He was then forced to look up at the sky as the tentacle brought him up to Gaffer's chest level for an eye-to-eye confrontation. The force was what sent his head reeling back. Gaffer adjusted the tentacle slightly and clicked his tongue in annoyance as he noticed it simply made Pa Rot face the floor again.

"Not even enough energy to raise yer head any more is that it eh?" he asked "Well if yer like lookin' at the floor so much..."

With one final vicious motion, the tentacle flung Pa Rot back down into the road, sending him into a snugly fitting crater created by that very collision.

"Stay there!" he boomed, looking down at Pa Rot, who was looking back up, not at him but at the sky. Gaffer turned around and walked off. Pa Rot wasn't even worth finishing off.

Inside the crater, Pa Rot could barely move. He had really been gotten good. He could only manage one movement at that time. A wince of his eye. And with that wince, an accompanying tear rolled down his cheek and merged with the blood on his face. It wasn't a tear of pain. It wasn't a tear of sorrow. It wasn't even a tear of anger. It was a tear of fear.

Menos: Post 7: Emptiness consume the fulfillment of the hole

"I can't let you continue down this path..." uttered a gentle, feminine voice.

Pa Rot looked up past his blood soaked feathers as he dropped his deceased human prey. There, standing on a pile of rubble caused by this hollow's destruction of a building, stood a blue haired wonder in black robes, wielding a katana which though meant to take life reflected the sunlight and created the purest white light on its blade.

"That's some reiatsu" Pa Rot observed, flicking out his tongue so as to wipe off any blood remnants around his mouth.

"You're a fast worker... I was on the other side of town when I realised just how many reiatsu traces were vanishing. By the time I got here it had already been labeled something alike to armageddon with all the people running and screaming..." she replied, returning the compliment.

"There are those stronger than me around. Why don't they cause so much carnage?" Pa Rot asked.

"Because they know not to anger me" the girl replied and disappeared from sight.

Pa Rot looked around in desperation. It seemed to be high speed transportation. As if the reiatsu level didn't already, this proved that she was no ordinary human. Was she a hollow? Then where was her hole? Who could possibly escape the vision of a hollow other than a hollow itself? Pa Rot's panicked thoughts turned into a surge of pain as a lightning bolt shot itself through his chest from behind. He turned around, gasping and coughing blood, to meet eyes with the woman again.

"What.. are you!?" he asked, stepping forward but merely staggering in pain.

"I am a cleanser" she replied, after a pause "They call people like me--"

"Shinigami!!!" came the yell of an all too familiar voice. Pa Rot turned as did the woman to see Gaffer charging towards them on all fours viciously.

"Him again?" Pa Rot coughed.

"Rest" the woman sighed, flicking her zanpakuto by the hilt as her yellow eyes glowed "Konsui"

The blade erupted into a snake like whip of white cloth, wrapping itself around Gaffer's huge body and pulling him to the floor.

"Yer can't run from me... shinigami!!" Gaffer cried "Yer one cheeky beggar heading after feather face instead!"

Pa Rot began to edge away from the chaos but the woman noticed him without even looking his way.

"Bakudo 9, Geki" she uttered, paralyzing him with red light "Now, Gaffer, 'feather face' as you've so endearingly coined him, was causing a bigger ruckus. He may be weaker than you but the people's safety comes first. The binding cloth of Konsui cannot be lifted. You'll both be executed here. Thank you for making my life easier"

"So what yer filthy beggar?" Gaffer asked as he tore the cloth to pieces "If I can't lift it I'll just tear it!"

The giant hollow got to his feet as the shinigami's cloth began regenerating. It was all too slow, and so was she, as she was caught up in his armpit tentacles and thrown down his gluttonous throat. The binding spell around Pa Rot wore off and he turned around to begin to run.

"I'm not lettin' yer get away this time!" Gaffer called, grabbing Pa Rot in the firm grip of his giant hand and throwing him, too, down his throat. All of a sudden, his body began shaking. Within moments he grew to huge proportions, a featureless white mask over his face which had now been covered, along with the rest of his body, by what appeared to be a giant black cloth. A Gillian had been born.