wolf amongst the sheep

Hitsuga couldn't remember when exactly he felt the hunger again. At one point he felt nothing, like in a dream. He felt like he was a part of something bigger than himself, something more important that didn't require his individual thinking. This changed however. It appeared suddenly but felt like an eternity to him. Hitsuga had finally woken from his sleep and could see the world again.

The last time he was awake he had been in Italy, killing a poor boy who had no more than an ounce of reiryoku just to get a fix. He also remembered following a group of other hollows too, like he was drawn to a specific place. He was mesmerized by the hollows forming a bigger entity that he himself was destined to be apart of. Then every went black as soon as he touched the huge mass of hollows. He had no idea what had happened back then but was too focused on what was going on now.

Hitsuga was much taller than he was now. By much he assumed he was a good 50 feet taller. His movements were slower and he had something he had never had before, two feet. It was odd since he was accustomed to the 8 that he had before he awoke. He looked down his body to find a long black mass where his scorpion frame used to be. Hitsuga was surprised but was not overly frantic about the change, it felt strangely empowering to him. He picked up the white hands that bore claws to his face to observe them a moment.He then placed them back to his side and walked forward, feeling the full weight of his body.

He slowly turned his head to look at his surroundings. He was in what appeared to be a forest yet had a ceiling to it that was very high up. The trees were very thick and had a strange dark Grey color to them. Hitsuga turned to find a group of huge creatures the same size as him that wore the same black mess of clothing but were exactly identical in every aspect.

He immediately felt the hunger again. The same hunger that caused him to kill countless number of lives in the world of the living. The creatures had aroused his hunger and he would feed it. Hitsuga started towards them slowly, watching to see if they would notice his intentions. He found no reaction. He went faster with more intention. Still no change in the group of menos. Now he was running as fast as he could move, looking like a frenzied vampire desperate for the next drop of blood. He caught the first one by the lower portion of the mask, tearing it from its body as he devoured it.

As he consumed the rest of the first menos the others had begun to fan out away from him, but none had yet to challenge him. Hitsuga savored every ounce of reiryoku he gained from the menos.It didn't quench his hunger, rather sparked a flame and threw it in a barrel of gasoline. He turned towards the next with his dark red menos eyes glowing from behind his white mask with intent to kill. The menos in target didn't move but became angry. Foolishly it didn't attack which resulted in its death as well. Hitsuga was there in a matter of moments, finally learning to control his new feet. He clawed the menos's neck, resulting it to grab hold of its neck in response to the pain. With this Hitsuga ripped the entire top portion of his mask from its body,consuming it with pleasure.

Out of the five that he had seen in the pack earlier only one remained. It was now coming at Hitsuga, charging as it did so. Hitsuga didn't know what forced him to do this, but he opened his mouth at the creature. It was an odd action for him to take but felt entirely natural.All he thought was "Kill the creature!" and a ball of red energy formed in his mouth. The menos continued onward, despite the sight of the cero. Hitsuga shouted "Fire! in his mind with no idea why or what it meant. He soon found out however. The red ball in his mouth shoot forward at the menos that was now only 20 feet from him at incredible speed.

On impact the creature came down crashing in pain as the right side of its body was burned and missing from the impact of the cero. Hitsuga's face changed to that of a pleasured one as he came down on the menos to devour him. He first took the menos's right arm, clearly wanting this one be be in pain while it died. Hitsuga loved the taste as this menos had a good amount of reiryoku to him. He then ate a leg, followed by the other arm, before he started with the mask. He slowly ate and absorbed the mask as the menos faded away.



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Hitsuga enjoyed hunting these creautres.none of them fought back like at all. Yes he would run into the occassional one who knew how to preform a cero but the rest were pretty much dumb creautres. Hitsuga was amazed with his luck. He soon realized one of the many reasons why it was so easy. He himself looked exactly like one of them, a wolf amongst the sheep.

He would find groups upon groups of them. All as mindless as the last. He loved the taste and flavor of their mask that was only rivaled that of a shinigami's. He had taken the life of only two shingami before becoming a menos but missed the taste so much. He would observe the lesser ranks venturing to the world of the living on several occasions. He knew they wouldn't return due to their lack of intelligence.

One thing never seemed to change, he hunger from before still remained. The more Menos he ate the stronger it became. There was a brief moment however, where he was satisfied, which was enough to get him to hunt more.He had gotten good at falling into a group of other menos and eating them slowly, without the others knowing of it.

It took Hitsuga awhile to realize that he himself was one of these creatures. An exact replica of all the others. he was a little bit different however. His hollow ability had carried over from when he was a weaker hollow. His skin was naturally tougher than the others. He found this out by being hit with a cero by one that he was attacking and it did little damage to him. Anyone else would have been missing and arm.

He was now a wolf amongst the sheep, eating away at his prey while looking exactly like them. He had also grown to like the dark shady forest of his new life. The trees were the only unique thing in this dark forest. He knew that some areas of the forest were not forest at all but rockier areas that somewhat resembled mountains. He stayed away from mountains, he liked the forest better. Something about them made he stay away.

Something was different about today though. The screech of the menos had died down, something that didn't happen often. Hitsuga watched his movements and surroundings very carefully. His giant legs making as little noise as possible, which in all honestly was still fairly loud.As he walked the sound of the menos faded completely, not a good sign.

All at once he felt this immense reiatsu, something far stronger than the other menos. Standing only 50 meters out was one lone menos.It was just like Hitsuga but different at the same time. Looking at it you knew it was different. "was this the same feeling all the other menos had when looking at me? Hitsuga thought to himself. Hitsuga gave a screech to challenge the menos.

The Menos turned its head toward Hitsuga at once. In its mouth the red cero charged. "Shit" Hitsuga thought. As the cero left the menos hitsuga ducked to the side while the cero passed his body where his face was only moments ago. Hitsuga was glad the creature aimed for his head. That told him it thought Hitsuga was mindless like the rest. hitsuga had also aimed at the head at some of the menos, he enjoyed watching the mask burst into pieces from the attack.

At this Hitsuga started running towards the menos.The menos did the same. The two creatures clashed into one another within seconds. Hitsuga's claws were buried around the creatures right arm and upper left shoulder. The menos had his claws gripped on Hitsuga's left arm and his chest. The two forces rolled around while the two gripped tightly digging claws into each other.

The menos then brought its claws up and slashed at Hitsuga's mask, barely digging into his mask but enough to bring pain to Hitsuga. Hitsuga pushed himself off of the menos and gripped his face in pain. The menos pushed itself off the ground and pointed a few of his claws at Hitsuga and a red ball formed. Hitsuga recognized the cero at once. he was surprised because he never thought of preforming a cero by his hand. this was something he would keep in mind if he survived the fight. The cero left the hand of the menos and hit Hitsuga in his own right arm. Hitsuga's natural hierro helped with the impact of the attack but still left it scarred with burn marks.

Hitsuga became enraged at this, his body became faster despite the limitations of the menos body. He raised his palm at the menos and fired a cero of his own at the other menos, aiming for the chest. The other Menos dodged to the left and it hit him in the arm. He lost it instantly and fell to the ground in pain. The screeches were nearly unbearable at this point. Hitsuga was at the body within seconds, tearing at the menos flesh like it was the sweetest of candy.

Hitsuga started tear away the arms first, his new personal favorite. He then tore away pieces of the shoulder and side, making sure this hollow felt the full extent of pain for being so damn hard to kill. He then tore the legs from their sockets and ate them slowly in front of the menos eyes. The eyes looked like they had given up completely, hitsuga relished the look. He finally felt that it was time to eat away at the mask, the most important part in Hitsuga's mind. The mask was the portion of the body that contained the most reiryoku, thus it is the most tasty for a hollow. Hitsuga ripped it off at the right upper portion, not actually his most favorite place to start but the one that appeared to present the most pain. The menos screeched one last time as Hitsuga consumed it. Hitsuga stood up and wiped his mask with his claws that still had chunks of the menos mask from his own. He turned around and headed back into the more "populated" portion of the forest. He loved his new life.



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Trees toppled and menos fled as Hitsuga roamed the forest freely. The wounds from his previous fight with the menos had now healed and he was on his way to hunt and eat again. Such and endless cycle that it seemed he would never be free of. Such a thing wasn't something he hadn't gotten used to however.Quite frankly he loved the cycle, eating hollows was better than his old life anyway. Hunting down recently killed humans before a damn shinigami found you wasn't exactly the best time in the world.

Thinking of this made him think about his past, as a human. To think, he was once the very thing he found so damn tasty. Hitsuga was 24 when he died. He can't remember his real name or those around him to save his life. When he became a hollow a voice in his head shouted out "Hitsuga! whenever he wondered what he was called and had lived by that name ever since.

He was a criminal back then. He grew up on stealing, killing, and doing as he wished. It was no wonder he was turned into a hollow. He was one of the few white kids in the slums, a result of poor gambling choices on his fathers part. hitsuga was 4 when he died, a gang boss came to collect his dues hitsuga assumed. He had always grown up cold, but he became rock hard when his mother tanked and refused to leave her room to work. Hitsuga only saw her weakness, not her reasoning.

Hitsuga snapped out of his trance long enough to devour another helpless menos. He of course took it by the mask,ripped it off and then ate the mask slowly. He noticed fewer and fewer of them around him now. Apparently he was growing strong enough for them to tell that he was different than the others. He then wondered where exactly he was in this huge forest. He had never really went about looking at the bounders of this place. The thought didn't last long, he started to remember his past again.

When Hitsuga was 6 he joined a gang. He can't remember the name, it wasn't a very big name anyway, just some local kids tired of all the shit the others put them through. Of course Hitsuga was the only white member of the group, but that didn't keep him from being the most feared. He was the so called "Assassin" of the group of kids. He made his first kill when he was 7, it only escalated after that.His first mark was actually one of the other gang leaders. He was bullying one of Hitsuga's crew when Hitsuga came up from behind him with a knife to the throat. One quick, clean cut did him in while the blood shot from his veins. Hitsuga stood unaffected by the deed, he in fact loved the sight.

After that Hitsuga became very feared and respected. He always stood in the shadows of meeting and drug runs, waiting for someone on the other side to fuck up so he could kill them. He loved daggers and knifes, he hardly ever carried a pistol like his African American "brothers". He said it was to noticeable. What he didn't tell them was that he liked to see the blood squirt out instead of it just dripping out as a result of a gunshot wound.

Hitsuga got into gambling at at 15, a repeat of his father in everything but luck. Hitsuga was actually good at it and pissed off a lot of people. None dared fight him though, Hitsuga keep multiple knives on him at all times. At this age he also bought some throwing stars, replacing the pistol all together. People would die and he wouldn't even have to move. You would only see his sleeve move from an upward position to his side and a man would be dead.He would then slip back into oblivion with a smile on his face.

Hitsuga found another group of menos. He slowly infiltrated the group, working on his stealth technique. He took down one menos by biting its neck, followed by ripping off an arm, saving the mask for last. the group scattered but not before Hitsuga took out another, devouring the half of its mask that he had torn off earlier. He didn't bother with the ones that escaped, they would only reform their group later and he would be back and do the exact same thing without being noticed. Such a simple race, he wondered how he could possible be the same as them.



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Hitsuga roamed around again. The taste of these menos was growing weaker. He didn't like the thought of that. So far he had only seen menos. He had been seeing menos ever since he got here, that and trees. In truth he was growing bored of this place. His mind drifted back to his days as a human. The memories were becoming hazy and He wanted to remember as much as he could while he still could.

He remembered the first time he did drugs. At 16, heroine. Not exactly the best of choices for him. he ended up killing 10 people before his boys restrained him, one of them was a girl who wouldn't have sex with him which happened to be a rivals sister. Needless to say the result wasn't the best. The two had a street fight which ended with Hitsuga killing 15 members while three of his own died.

Hitsuga found another menos group. He had gotten a lot faster over the past few days. He hoped it was due to his previous speed returning to him, either that or he was growing used to this new form. Out of the eight present he dragged 6 into the depths. He consumed them quickly. He needed o eat multiples in order to get a taste of them. This wasn't the first time he needed to do this. He had to back in the world of the living as a hollow.

Now that he thought of it, he couldn't really remember the world of the living. Something about it was...hazy.Almost like he didn't have a brain to remember anything. He remembered what he looked like and the fact that he ate humans. He also remembered hating shinigami. That fact was still burned into his skull. He never could remember anything specific though. He shrugged it off as nothing. The past is the past. He remembered what happened next in his rather short life as a human.

At age 18 he was a bringer of death and destruction. He killed more people than his gang dealt with. He killed people for the fun of watching them die, something that carried over to his hollow self. One day his gang decided to cut Hitsuga out of a little bit of profit. If Hitsuga hadn't been planing on using it all for gambling everything would have been fine. Needless to say that it wasn't. Five minutes and thirty dead bodies later Hitsuga had killed the entire gang, not feeling any remorse for them. They had cheated him out of his share so he cheated them out of another breath of life. A fair trade in hitsugas eyes.

Hitsuga found another helpless group of menos. 15 in all, rather large. He made his way to the center of the group and grabbed three in his hands ripping off the heads as quickly as he could. He ate the one in his left hand first. That way he could fire ceros at the legs of those trying to escape. He hit three before finishing all the menos in his hands. He made his way over to the first and caught two more with ceros, immobilizing them with pain as he consumed the ones already on the ground. He got 8 out of the 15. Not bad for such a quick attack. He ate them all with a grin on his face. Too easy.

He didn't bother chasing the others. They would slow down shortly, just like every other pack before them. He hated their groups. "Why in the would would they do such a thing?" Hitsuga asked himself every time they did so. It was almost insulting to be a hollow and do that. He could understand if one lead all the others, like a pack, but this was just stupid. In fact he wondered why he had never seen a menos feed on anything before. " Could they really be mindless?" He thought to himself. The question haunted his mind while he walked away from the carnage he had created.



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Another day had gone by. It felt like months to Hitsuga. He was really bored of this place. It was the same thing everyday, Eat menos, walk, eat menos. The change in scenery didn't even go as far as to change the color of the trees. He hated the dull grey color.he saw a group of menos but didn't even bother, the size wasn't be enough. there were only 4 in the group, he needed to consume 8 or more to get a good taste.

He remembered back a bit more, when he was 20. thats when he opened his own business. He used the money he made as a kid to fund it. He was the go between with drug lords as a business man who owned factories. He made a fortune off never producing a single product. He manly shipped weapons and ammunition to drug lords all over his area as "general goods". Everything went smoothly, his clients never tried stealing from him either, knowing full well his reputation as a assassin.

He was offered a few assassination targets during this time. Some he would accept just to get a change in scenery. He went on missions to Africa, China, Japan, and Rome. He still loved to kill, even with his successful "business". his favorite kill was when I assassinated a Japanese man on hong kong. The man jumped out of a building to avoid hitsuga. Needless to say he didn't survive the fall.

Hitsuga was much faster than before. Killing the menos was almost as quick as killing humans when he was a simple minded hollow. Some he didn't even bother consuming. He would fire ceros at their face and watch the mask break. The sight of it exploding into thousands of pieces was almost as good as eating them. He fired cero after cero at the opponent. As soon as he fired one he charged another in his hand. He had gotten good at it needless to say.

He found 20 or more hollows all in a cluster after a few more minutes of walking. Jackpot. He rushed down onto them tearing masks from flesh. The sight was similar to that of a guy with a machine gun walking into an airport. He slashed, ripped, and fired his way through consuming 12 hollows. He felt the taste again. It still wasn't gone and he grinned.

Age 24, the last year of his life as a human. He remembered the day perfectly. He was doing a business run like usual. He had sold a shipment of 24 tons of ammunition, the largest he has ever shipped, to Africa. Another civil war had arises and he was the main supplier, to both sides.

He had taken a plane to seal the deal in Africa, on request of the warlord. He usually wouldn't but the client was to high up to ignore the request. The meeting site was a war grounds of its own. Not 15 yards away people were firing weapons, odd place for a warlord to be having a meeting. The negotiation went smoothly. They only had to stop a short while for a set of missile launch. thankfully none were close enough to them.

The next few minutes seemed like an eternity in his head. The moment of his death was so stunning to him that he replayed it at a fourth the speed in his head. At the end of the meeting he got up and started to leave. So did the warlord, something He didn't expect. He had a gun in his hand and aimed it at his head. He told him he knew he was dealing with the other side of the forces. Before he could even reply back he shot him. His brains exploded leaving nothing of his head. That was the last thing he remembered as a human, the sight of his own blood as a warlord pulled a trigger.




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