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"As strange as it seems to me, eating humans sounds perfectly adequate." Seeing Requiem adjust his red scarf made Hainoki feel naked. After all the only thing on his body was yellow with a green tint to it fur and a bone skull mask thing on his head.
The lion hollow chuckled at how the other hollow had worded that. That sounds like the story of my life. Throwing all my chips in when I had a bad hand is a good amount to the reason of why i am here in the world in the first place. Oh well, why let one bad incident ruin my fun. Might as well keep playing this game.

Hainoki had nothing better to do. All he had been doing was walking around in the moon light being hungry and bored and sandy. So the little lion hollow followed the other hollow like some sort of lost kitten following him home. Mister Kane was not sure how he managed not to notice the sand castle in the distance before, but it did not matter now. "By the way my name is Kane, Hainoki Kane. It is Japanese for ash tree money." Why does my name seem so sad? Also why do I have a Japanese name? I am not Japanese. My parents were really weird.

"Requiem... Requiem... Requiem? Why does that sounds so familiar? Like from something I saw on the television set back when I was alive or something like it. Maybe it was the radio. What was it though?" Hainoki pondered this as he kept on following the multi voiced hollow, but for the death of him he could not remember why the others name sounded so familiar. It seemed all the little things from life were starting to disappear from his memory. The lion like hollow did not mind this though. All of the stuff he could not remember was nothing but trivial nonsense.

Margret had barely been... whatever she was for two days now. She had seen herself in the glass back on Earth and shuddered to think about what she had become, it made her angry at the one who'd done this to her. She had wandered around looking for the long back haired freak. But she couldn't seem to find him. She was pissed that she could find him and went into a rage and when she finally came back to her senses she was... wherever the hell this was. A desert was it, she took a second to feel the sand under her new body as she lay looking up at the moon, she had been here for almost a day and the thing never seemed to move. The afterlife was really getting to be a strange place. Margret's ears pricked up when she heard something far off, a shuffling of steps. She stood and sniffed the air her nose picked up... herself... she really needed a bath, the stench of her own death hung on her like musk or a cheap perfume. Her ears picked it up. "I'm just so damn bored." She snapped on of her heads in the direction and saw long flowing black hair. She turned and stared for a second. There he was, sure he was in different clothes and she could only see the hair but those thought didn't really cross her mind. She took in a great intake of air and put all her anger and rage into roaring bark and charged the 7 foot length of her body forward raging at the one who did this to her.

Margaret wasn't exactly sure what just happened she pounced him and then she was on her back and rolling away then he was this terrible crushing pressure and she could see the man walking toward her slowly, she shifted a bit trying to get up again she finally managed to roll over when she saw him stop. "You must be new around here..." She heard first thought was "No s**t." But she kept listening she could see now that he wasn't the one she wanted. "... thought to attack me." She caught having thought over the middle bit. "Bit arrogant... can't really tell him he was wrong about it." she thought. Suddenly his hand sparked with a rather grim yet majestic looking purple energy. And then he spoke to her once more his smugness was really quite annoying but it had a bit of charm to it, that she couldn't deny either. "How does it feel to know that you are about to perish from this world?" His voice rang out to her across the ten feet between them. Margaret was stunned, was he serious... was he about to release her from this fetid form, Orthrus she had come to call it. Cerberus would have been more fitting but Orthrus Cerberus's brother was a two headed dog with a mane of snakes, and Margaret always thought he was disgusting while Cerberus had an honorable position under the heels of death. A heavy breathing sound fills the air suddenly it sounds like a cough at first but after a few seconds Margaret realizes it's her making the noise. "Am I... laughing?" she thought to her She threw all her strength into standing as the gruff laugh gained strength, soon Margaret was howling with pleased laughter. "Joy..." her voice finally growled out, she couldn’t help but remember how much she hated her voice. It was like the grinding of two great millstones in some god forsaken windmill in the fiery pit of hell. There was no finesse to just anger and guttural ferocity. "You..." The second word came out and Margaret took the first step, body a mass of spasmodic muscles, as she struggled to get closer to this sweet promise of death and freedom from her mortal coil and this beastly excuse for a body. "Would do..." another step and she gave out completely having made it only a foot and a half closer. She lay on her side staring over at him "This for me... I feel joy... at this prospect." She said now only able to move one of her mouths.

She watched as he lowered his hand "WHY!" her mind screamed at internally, roaring with anger at this occurrence of fate, seemed she was bound to this wretched form... then she got an idea. "If I follow him around... maybe I can anger him and he'll kill me." She looked up at him horse breathing carrying on the air. "Well I must admit this is quite unusual. Most are terrified of death and the end of their existence and yet, you accept it willingly? And feel joy at the idea? I am compelled to ask you...why? Have you given up on living? Do you see no point left in living anymore?" She heard him ask this series of questions to her. "I... was... beautiful... and I... was human... like you." She started her voice starting to gain a little strength and her body gaining some as well. Though now that she thought about it, it didn't seem to correct calling him human, she was just tossed around like a doll by the, now that she had been staring at him for awhile, oddly attractive man. Human didn't really seem to be a fitting word for it but she didn't really feel like debating it. "And now I... have been turned... into this beast." Upon saying beast she seemed to get a bit of get up and go and flailed around until she was back on her paws but this time she didn't bother trying to stand she just got into a heeling position and locked her body into place. Margaret’s left and right head were drooping, the middle on struggling to stare him in the eye. "And in my vanity I wish to end this incarceration of flesh, this... rancid body that I inhabit." Margaret was getting a little depressed now, she could tell because she was starting to be honest with herself, in truth... this body was fine but she didn't like it cause it was ugly... she wanted her life back. “I have answered your question now end this suffering of mine… please.” Such a request sounded odd with this voice… “Man he’s hot…” Margaret couldn’t help but think of him now it was weird… she was beginning to think about less civil things like what she’d be doing to him if she had her human form again, instead of this fleabag’s visage.Dirty thoughts which she would definitely be keeping to herself at least it was rather pleasant dirty things.

"It would seem you really are new here. You hate your body now, even though it is far superior to that of your once feeble human shell. You also seem to be unfamiliar with the working of Hollow and Hueco Mundo. You see, there are several classes of Hollow like us." He started telling Margaret and she stared at him for a second... taking in his words. This was certainly interesting to her, hollows... she certainly felt hollow, Gillians, Adhucherwhatsits, Vaztoe Lords or whatever... all she was currently interested in at the moment was the whole “Her not being a stinking, ugly mutt part”. She took a second to savor the thought of being in her old sleek,nice smelling body once again. Then he started on his second salvo of sentences. Something about getting stronger, then a beam of light seemed to shine down at her as he told her of the new arrancar and the the ever greater prospect of her being her old beautiful, dazzling, charming, singing self once again. Margaret was being incredibly vain but she didn't care, she deserved to be beautiful for a decade after enduring these two days in a mess of an animal's body. Then she heard the dude speak again and her hopes fell. "Extortion... fantastic... not only is he a total hottie I have no chance with, but he’s also a F***ing douche bag. Isn't this day in hell turning out to be an awesome time." she thought to herself sarcastically. Margaret glowered staring at before she spoke. "Fine... as if I have much of a choice..." She said utterly defeated. "Margaret..." she said. "Though this body shall be called Orthrus... or Cerberus... whatever the hell you wanna call me since I guess I'm yours." she said with a light air of nonchalance in her voice. She didn't really care anymore, if she died then problem solved but if she served this jerk then she got to be a bit more like her old self... either way the problem was solved.

Margaret looked at the arrancar and groaned with relief as the pressure subsided but she stayed in the heeling position and then he talked to her and scratched her behind the ear and she pretty much melted. "Oh he is so dreamy..." She could feel herself cheering up a bit. "Sure he almost obliterated me off the face of the,,, Wayko Moondo... did he call it... But oh ma gawd he is so hot." Margaret gushed privately to herself in her mind over her 'Guardian angel' he called himself. Little did she know the full irony of that comparison. "Well this day is certainly looking up." She thought. "Uh... you can call me Margret..." She said slightly embarrassed... one advantage of this body was that the voice never really changed with a sudden curiosity about her Margaret changed heads and tried to talk with it but she couldn't quite get it to do anything other than breath, guess she was too tired or something. "So... Where should we go...?" An innocent question, had she been in human form it might have sounded inquisitive. Margaret couldn't really think of a reason for staying out in the middle of a dessert, then again she didn't really see a reason for him to take her in. "Wait a second..." she thought, "You're not thinking of something weird like my boobs are you?" The question was completely unwarranted and sounded absolutely hilarious in the deep gruff voice of the three headed dog's form, but the dog's serious look made it funnier.