The Hunger Never Ends.

Birds chirped as they sailed through the darkening sky. It wasn’t often that a lightning storm would sweep through Karakura, but it seemed as though today would be that day. Women lifted children into their arms and made for their homes, as pluses hunkered down trying to find somewhere to at least pretend they were getting out of the oncoming rain. The wind picked up, shaking the leaves in the trees and pushing the rusting swings back and forth. Water droplets began to fall, at first slow and light then growing faster, fatter, and harder as they pelted the ground and metal playthings of the park.

The foliage bent under the weather’s onslaught, and then nearly toppled as a dark reiatsu began to leak into the town. The air seemed to crack as a bolt of lightning flew downward, followed by a counterstrike from the earth. The crack in the sky began to open wide, chipping away like glass in hurricane winds, as a vacuum pulled on the world of the living from the world between worlds. The stretch of broken sky finally gave way, the pieces flying backwards in the gigantic pull of hair, dragging rain loose leaves and branches with it.

From the depths of the hollowed out sky a figure emerged. Red hair whipped around two large horns pointing upwards from out of his head, a piece of bone mask hanging over his left eye, which gleamed like rubies in the flashing lightning. His reiryoku seemed to scream of Arrancar and Demonic power, the reiatsu pushing the trees over until they nearly snapped. Metal warped from the strain as he hopped out of the garganta, landing effortlessly on the ground.

His dark skin shined eerily against the blackened sky as his white arrancar jacket that he had stolen from Coyote hung down his body, emblazoned with the number one on the left side of the chest. Though he was no Espada, he was obviously Number One anyway. His white wife beater covered his chest as his pants white pants hung down to white boots. A zanpakuto was carefully hidden behind his back, near his waist, the sheath hidden by the long coat.

The rain didn’t seem to bother him in the least. He was fine with rain it was an annoyance not a problem. After the dryness of Hueco Mundo he was willing to try anything that he deemed to be new. The world of living certainly was that. Skyscraper stood in the distance, beyond apartment buildings stretching up into the sky and cookie cutter houses and hospitals lining the streets. It was sickening if it wasn’t such a good place to come and fill his hunger.

If Akinari, for that was his name, had ever thought of a weakness it was his hunger. He was constantly hungry as though there weren’t enough Hollows and Pluses to fill his growing appetite. And it was indeed growing. With every step he took to further his path, his hunger swelled within him. He had a feeling he wouldn’t have been nearly as hungry as he was if not for the demonic half of his being, battling and submitting to his Arrancar half. He was a monster of pure coincidence, or so he thought. A Demonic Arrancar born during Aizen’s Reign and transformed by the Hogyoku to stand above other arrancars who transformed by natural means. The barriers between Hollow and Shinigami meant nothing to him, and only added to his hunger.

“Shit, I’m hungry.” He growled, looking around the park hoping to find someone to eat. Even if it was a kitten or something still alive, he would consume it, his shark like teeth feeling the need to be drenched in blood. “Come out come out wherever you are.” He teased as he looked under the slide hoping to find some random homeless kid that would make a quick snack.