Bleach fanfic

Doctor Donna

2008-09-08T06:35:54Z

She didn’t understand it, not really. Her life was so odd, misplaced, and empty. Every time she looks at something normal, her own brain tells her it is something extraordinary. Donna wondered if she was going insane. Her mother and grandfather certainly were entering the fringes of senility; they would look at her with such pride in their eyes and such sadness. It was enough to drive a normal woman batty.

Donna Nobel does not get driven insane by her own parental figures. No, it was going to a lot more effort than that. She does not go down, not without a roaring fight. Hair will be pulled, kidneys punched and expensive clothes torn before Donna Nobel falls into dementia. She was made of tougher stuff.

She was Donna Freaking Nobel.

Life settled she did feel slightly light headed and had to stay in bed for a few days. She had to go job hunting but all in all everything was okay aside from the bizarre dreams, everything was okay.

Sometimes she would dream and in those dream a man would be there, his face so familiar but she couldn’t grasp why or understand who he is. He would always be smiling, laughing in her dreams. Rarely does he appear angry or sad, he was always grinning. He had an obsession with grinning.

She couldn’t but grin back at him in her dreams. She would say things but the only thing she would remember was “Martian Boy.” Donna wished she knew the man’s name, wished she could find him and then smack him upside the head for haunting her dreams, for making her so confused with herself and her own feelings. She knew she didn’t like him, whatever emotions his face invoked from her were that of friendship, camaraderie.

Donna wondered who is this man? What was her relationship to him? Platonic surely, she felt no romantic feelings.

But her dreams did not lead her to the man or to his police box with its large insides and small outside. Her dreams lead her in a merry chase in fantasy worlds full of strange people, and of past history. Those dreams always leave her with a desire to do something whenever she wakes up, to make something of herself. She wanted an adventure.

Once, she overheard her mother and grandfather arguing with each other. They were arguing over the ‘Doctor’ and of memories and the dangers that would occur if they were to disobey. It descended into a shouting match. Her parents had never yelled at each other, they were very amicable people.

She tried church but knew instinctively that the answers she needed would not be found there. Donna didn’t know how but she knew the universe was bigger, that the universe itself teemed with life and somehow she knew she was right.

She lost several jobs just staring at people, at things. Tall skinny men with glasses with brown hair made her either want to hug them or sock them on the jaw. Sci-Fi flicks were no allure to her, they just felt wrong. Several times she found herself correcting the movies in her head.

Her mother and grandfather, oddly enough, didn’t send her to a psychiatrist or a shrink. They just gave her sad smiles and patted her shoulders. It was plain strange.

She tried to figure out what was happening to her, going as far as hypnosis.

She got a temp job again, tying a hundred words per minute. As she typed, her mind wander and her fingers continued working. She snapped out of it when her foot grew numb. When she looked at her screen she realized she had changed her username. Instead of the one she had, it had became the Doctor Donna.

Then a few days later she was sure the bees were aliens. Not human, extraterrestrial.

Okay, she was going crazy.

Donna never did figure out what happened, never knew what her parental figures were hiding her. She did try to figure it out, she did TRY but the universe seemed to be against her. A few years later she found a piece of paper that was mailed to her. It had no return mark, no address. It was simply addressed to her. She read it.

Images flashed in her brain, the man, the box, and the galaxy. When she came to, Donna gained a sense of loss, of wonderment and most of all the feelings that she was important. She never did seek out her misgivings, among the feelings that she felt she knew some things are best left alone.

Donna reread the note again. “And for one moment, one shining moment, she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe."

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This was on request. I had some fun with it. For 8leggdbutterfly. This is not really in my fandom but I do enjoy Doctor who. So enjoy.

Hydrogen and Pet-chan pt.2

2008-04-13T07:04:07Z

This here link for the type plot thingy I’m trying to write. Read this first so you can enjoy a great Ulquixhime story! I too shall write the same style but resolutely different. All other shots will be titled with the element thingy title. So then you’d know which one. It is to be expected mine won’t be as good as Like this one is Hydrogen and Petchan pt 2.

Here is the link, also, there will be other oneshots that I can stuff into this chapter

http : / / w w w . f a n f I c t I o n . n e t / s / 4 1 0 6 1 5 7 / 1 / Elemental

1.Hydrogen

It is said that human stupidity has a longer shell life than hydrogen.

Ulquiorra would concur that whoever said that probably knew what they were talking about. He came to that conclusion after staring at Orihime, rendered speechless. Los Noches was burning behind them and she, strangely, was smiling despite the fact Los Noches was burning.

She was covered in soot and her hair was out of place but Orihime was content and happy and pleased and Ulquiorra was very puzzled.

It all started with a balloon.

Several actually.

All filled with Hydrogen.

Accidentally of course.

Orihime had, somehow convinced, or rather, Aizen was in a charitable mood, to host a party. It didn’t matter what the party was for, just that it was a party. She got balloons, cake, and streamers.

The Espada were invited. Someone, it was either Grimmjow or Nnoitra due to the fact Ulquiorra couldn’t decide who was more dumb, decided to light up a balloon. Orihime had reassured the Espada that the balloons were filled with Helium. She had written down on a piece of paper to an arrancar what to fill the balloons with.

At that moment when a balloon was busted open with fire, Ulquiorra was stationed in the back. Parties and him don’t mix. He went to the party because Aizen ordered him to and also he had to look after the dog. When the first explosion resounded, he had instinctively grabbed Orihime and sonido’d away.

They were the first to arrive away from the explosions. Even Aizen wasn’t out yet. You would think that someone as devoted as he was would get his leader out first.
Maybe that was why she was smiling.

Los Noches exploded in a flurry of loud booms and bangs. No doubt, they were going to be homeless for a while. Also he would have to monitor her more closely, in other words staying around her 24/7. She would be punished of course but still….

She was Still smiling.

Petchan, part 2

Ulquiorra tried several ways to get out of his prison or bondage if that word can be used in polite company.

He tried dislocating his arm.

That didn’t work and it hurt to boot.

Reiatsu.

Hmm…nope, he was empty at the moment.

By the time Orihime came back, he was still stuck, shirtless and his arm hurt. She skipped into the room, saw that he was still there, and leaped over the bed.

“Hello pet-chan.” She sang, poking at him with a finger. “The meeting was SO boring! Sometimes I think Aizen-sama just has the meetings so we can drink his icky tea.”

Ulquiorra endured her chattering and the poking, wishing he was far away from here. He had to admit, this was far better than her undressing him.

She poked, prodded, and tugged. Orihime treated him like a very life-sized ken doll. A doll that made interesting sounds depending on where she poked. She was having a lot of fun. So far she learned that pet-chan has a ticklish spot near his hip, she would probe later to find a more definite spot, and she also learned pet-chan smelled nice.

She learned the later by leaning down on his naked chest and inhaling. She saw the muscles tighten up, the veins and the small hairs. She wanted to see how he tastes.

Orihime licked him, lightly at first. He tasted like a shinigami would taste but cleaner and less sweat and fear hormones. She wanted to drink in his soul but knew Aizen-sama wanted his captive healthy and eating his soul was a no no.

She propped herself on him, staring at his impassive face. “You look emo.” She said, pouting, mulling over the loss of a good meal.
Ooh, an eyebrow twitch. It seems the word emo had an effect on him.

“I always looked this way.” Ulquiorra stated, wishing she would get off him and better yet keep her tongue to herself.

“Even the markings?” She traced his tear marks. To her disappointment, he didn’t flinch.

“Yes.”

Orihime grinned widely. “I know who to call you now! Emo-clown!” She patted her hands in celebration of her idea.

Ulquiorra said nothing. He couldn’t decide whether or not which nickname was worse, emo-clown or pet-chan. Maybe, he could convince her to call him by his name.

“My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer; address me as Schiffer-taicho.” Ulquiorra said tersely. “Desist with the nicknames.”

The Espada gave him a look that involved big shinning eyes and a pouty lip. It was the infamous ‘puppy-dog’ look. When she saw that he was unaffected, she heaved a great sigh.

“No.” She added a body-jarring poke to the ribs. “You’re my pet, so I’m going to call you pet-chan or emo-clown.”

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Pet-chan or emo-clown?...You the readers pick because I like both names and can’t choose.

Posting on FF.net too...well everything i post goes on FF.net..just to tell you all

nekron_death @ 2008-02-22T20:00:00

2008-02-23T04:02:34Z

nekron_death @ 2008-02-22T18:50:00

2008-02-23T02:50:09Z

I feel like I should explain something about my fanfic. Mine isn't a straight let's-snuggle-fic but a long drawn out one.

I like the fluff fics but unfortunately this one isn't it.

Here's a proper introduction.

Title: Metamorphosis
Author:Nekron_death (HkRevan on fanfic.net)
Fandom: Bleach
Ship: UlquiorraxOrihime
Rating: Teen-currently, will change if need be
Summary:
Spoilers: Up to the point in which before the captains appear. It's AU from there on. (I didn't want Ulquiorra to disappear in the cage negation thing..)
Dedications: To all people who like fanfictions and dreamers.
AN: This fic is a long read and a long chapter. I'm kinda long winded when writing. My tenses still need work though. I hope you guys like it. It may be a bit slow when sometimes it needs to be rushed and it may be a bit rushed when it's slow but it'll all work out.

Have fun.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach. But I would love a plushie of Ulqxhime.

Note: I got some inspiration from Metamorphosis by Shadray on fanfic.net. It is a really nice fic. (Wishes it was more than one chapter!)

Summary: Uh, I guess this fic involves a whole load of other people.

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“Hikoboshi?”

Ulquiorra stared at the nearly naked Orihime in shock, well what passes as shock for the Esapda. There was a slight twitch in his eye and a small ruffle of hair that signaled anything happened.

After given the task of making the transformation complete faster, he decided to simply cero the thing many times. He was not going to watch over a useless piece of trash for any long amounts of time.

The process took twenty minutes. The room was unscathed due to the chrysalis amazing ability to drain all the reiatsu used.

After twenty minutes, the green chrysalis darkened and changed into a dark brown.

After a moment of observing, Ulquiorra could tell that it wasn’t sucking up reiatsu.

That means it was done.

A soft cracking noise alerted Ulquiorra that something indeed was happening. Slowly, very slowly, a woman shaped being appeared. Small dainty hands poked out and before long, a body followed the hand.

In a moment of recklessness, Ulquiorra approached the chrysalis. To his relief, he was not instantly vaporized. That would put a dampener on his plans and that of Aizen-sama.

“Onna.” Ulquiorra spoke, alerting her to him.

He waited for the customary shriek or scream that human woman usually react when a male is in the room and they are in a state of undress. He never understood that. The woman arrancar usually decapitated the male whenever such a thing occurred.

To his immense surprise, Orihime unexpectedly jumped out and latched onto him. Her tattered clothes, barely hid her nakedness, trailed behind her.

“Hikoboshi!” She said, burying Ulquiorra’s face in her large assets.

For a brief moment, Ulquiorra couldn’t breath.

“Onna. I am not Hikoboshi.” He said calmly, while his face was getting squished.

Orihime tilted back, releasing Ulquiorra from her death hold. “Not Hikoboshi?”

“No.”

She tilted her head and hovered a few inches away. “Oh.”

Ulquiorra held back a sigh as he stared at Orihime. His job has gotten complicated in a very short amount of time.

“Onna, heal me.” If Orihime did not have her powers she was useless.

Orihime blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

It was then that Ulquiorra noticed that the hairpins that were in her hair were gone.

Where did they go?

His eyes trailed over the room, looking for the hairpins. He could not find them.

However, he did spot a suspicious object still in the broken chrysalis. He walked over the broken chrysalis, brushing past the still hovering Orihime. As he brushed by, he could feel a tiny amount of reiatsu being used.

Somehow the woman was floating using a combination of wind manipulation and reiatsu.

Curious.

He placed a hand on the hilt of what suspiciously looked like a zanpakuto. He got shocked for his actions. He couldn’t physically touch the hilt. A burst of reiatsu appeared whenever his hand got near it.

“What’s wrong?”

Ulquiorra turned and found himself within centimeters of Orihime’s face. They were practically nose to nose. To his dismay, he felt heat build in his face. He shouldn’t be acting like this, especially to a human.

She looked him quizzically.

“Grab that.” He said, pointing to the zanpakuto.

He was pleased that she obeyed him without question.

Orihime was able to touch the zanpakuto and pull it out of the chrysalis. It looked like a normal sword. The only decoration it had the design that closely resembled her hairpin except enlarged.

Having made his decision, he unzipped his top and tossed to Orihime. She barely caught it and had a confused look on her face.

“Put that on, until I can get you another dress.” Ordered Ulquiorra. While Nnoitora was out disobeying orders, it would do Ulquiorra no good to have his charge walking around half naked.

Ulquiorra turned and walked away.

“Wait!” Orihime sighed when she received no response.

She clutched the zanpakuto and the jacket. She looked around her. She could hear voices, seven voices whom were all talking at the same time. She had no clue what was happening.

She inhaled the scent that was laced in the shirt. The man who she greeted smelled like Hikoboshi.

Meanwhile, Aizen watched Orihime on his view screen. What an interesting development. There was much enjoyment to be gained from this encounter. Had he known it was going to be this intriguing, he would’ve have ordered her capture earlier.

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Hitsugaya was having a bad day. Not only did he lose his battle with Luppi, Orihime got captured. To make matters worse, they were denied permission to kidnap her back.

Hitsugaya knew Renji and Rukia will find some way to get into Hueco Mundo even if they were declared traitors.

Hitsugaya closed his eyes for a brief moment of rest. His body slumped against a tree trunk as his mind was whisked away.

“Toshiro”

Hitsugaya looked up and realized he was in his mind again. Hyorinmaru was hovering above him, agitation pouring from his body..

“Hyorinmaru, why am I here?”

Hyorinmaru lowered his head down to HItsugaya’s eye level. “She is here.”

“Who is this she?”

Hyorinmaru didn’t answer.

Hitsugaya frowned. He had never known Hyorinmaru to be so quiet. His eyes widened when he saw Hyorinmaru’s form twist and change. It was becoming smaller, more humanoid.

Within seconds, a tall man stared at Hitsugaya. He looked exactly like Hitsugaya, except for the height. In fact, the man looked like an adult Hitsugaya.

He knelt, placing a hand on Hitsugaya’s head.

“Hyorinmaru.” Hitsugaya was cautious. He had never seen Hyorinmaru take a human form. “I don’t understand, what is happening?”

Hitsugaya saw a brief flash of emotion in Hyorinmaru’s eyes before suddenly blacking out.

Matsumoto, vice captain of the tenth division, was trying to find her captain. The other four captains and their vice-captains were ready to go to Hueco Mundo and her captain was missing. If he doesn’t appear, then he will not go.

It was risky to take so many captains into enemy territory. However, there was much to be gained. Their mission had two parts. One was to help Ichigo and his team while the other was to do recon. When the winter war comes, they will be prepared.

Matsumoto searched for her captain’s reiatsu and after a careful scan, she found him. He was slumped next to a tree. Curiously, as she walked closer, she noticed that the closer she got to her captain, the colder it got.

It was like the first time she met him, Hitsugaya was leaking reiatsu and was slowly killing his grandmother by accident. But it didn’t make sense now. Hitsugaya was a captian and as such has learned how to control reiatsu.

“Taicho?” She gingerly touched his shoulder and shivered. There was so much ice everywhere.

She gently brushed off the ice flakes from his shoulder. “Taicho, you’re going to be late.”

When she received no response, she started to panic. Matsumoto placed a hand on Hitsugaya’s forehead to check if he had a fever. He didn’t. In fact it was the opposite, he was ice cold.

He seemed fine except for the state of unconsciousness he seemed to be in. He needed help. She picked him up, cradling him in her arms. The fourth division captain was with the other captains near the portal. She could certainly help him.

“Matsumoto.”

Matsumoto paused. “Taicho, you’re awake.”

“Put me down.”

She hastily placed him back on the ground. Her captain had this problem about being short and with her carrying him, it would definitely be ruining his pride.

“I am sorry Matsumoto.”

Those were the last words she heard before she blacked out. She was already unconscious before body touched the ground.

Hyorinmaru sighed. He really didn’t want to do that to his descendant’s subordinates but she would get in his way.

He shunpoed to the portal where the other captains were waiting.

“Snow-chan where’s jiggly breast?”

Yachiru was in fine form today. She peered at the other captain, a big grin on her face. She was disappointed to see that he did not rise to the bait. In fact, he was very distant, as usual.

She clamored to the ground and sped over to Hitsugaya.

“Snow-chan!”

She was not used to being ignored.

Impulsively, as she was impulsive, she tugged his haori only to withdraw as ice covers her fingertips. But as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared. No one else noticed.

She couldn’t see Hitsugaya’s face but knows it was a warning. With a pout on her face she climbs back on Ken-chan. She’ll have Ken-chan beat up snow-chan after the mission.

The portal opened and the five captains steped in along with four vice-captains. It takes only but a brief second before there was only four captains and four vice-captains.

“What the hell was that?” Kenpachi voiced, as Hitsugaya disappeared. “Where’s the runt going?”

The other captains were equally mystified. Hitsugaya had just vanished in a blur, a white streak towards their final destination. He had shunpoed, leaving behind a green trail.

After a brief discussion, it was decided to continue with the mission. Hitsugaya-taicho could be dealt with later.

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Can you guys tell I’m using the Japanese and Chinese folklore tale of Orihime and Hikoboshi?

There are elements of that story in this story and also a lot of fun involving Hitsugaya and Hyorinmaru.

Is it moving too slowly or something?

Please tell me if anything is wrong.

Also I’m trying to combine the different perspectives in the story. Is it too choppy or anything?

Is it too long??

Hello

2008-02-17T11:06:15Z

I'm new to this community and a bit new to the pairing. However I love this pairing. It is the best pairing in the universe!

I'm currently writing a fic for this pairing called Metamorphosis.

It is an Ulquixhime pairing of course.

Comments and advice are wanted.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach. But I would love a plushie of Ulqxhime.

Note: I got some inspiration from Metamorphosis by Shadray on fanfic.net. It is a really nice fic. (Wishes it was more than one chapter!)

Summary: Sometimes a change is needed, a metamorphosis. But change brings problems and an unlikely person will help pick up the pieces.

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Inoue Orihime was temperamental, in a good way of course.

She was sweet, full of honey and sugar. She was all smiles and laughs.

Note the word was.

When Orihime was kidnapped and forced into Hueco Mundo, her smiles started to fade away. Her once blooming personality was being slowly destroyed piece by piece.

Hueco Mondo was no place for humans. Not even humans with God rejecting abilities.

It didn’t help that Hueco Mundo was full of hollows. Also, it also didn’t help that the place she was currently inhabiting was full of arrancar who could incinerate at a glance.

Luckily, or unluckily Aizen needed her so none of the hollows or Espada could touch her.

None except for Ulquiorra.

Ulquiorra was her kidnapper. Ulquiorra was her keeper. Ulquiorra was the quarto Espada.

Ulquiorra was breaking her heart, telling her coldly that Chad was dead and that her friends were trash. In a fit of uncharacteristic anger, she slapped him. It was only when she felt the throbbing pain in her hand did she realize that she had just slapped Ulquiorra.

The following events were a blur to Orihime. She was reeling with what she had done. To hurt another being goes against every bone in her body. She wouldn’t let people be hurt because of her.

When she manifested the ability to heal people she was joyous. When she was told that because of Ichigo she manifested this ability her crush for the strawberry deepened.

She had always watched Ichigo, watched as strong and brave Ichigo went through life beating up bullies and protecting others.

She wanted to protect others but could not. She could barely protect herself. In school Tatsuki-chan had protected her and even taught her some karate. It was Tatsuki and Rukia that taught her to be stronger.

After the incident, Orihime sat, legs drawn to her chest bathed in moonlight.

Ever since the news of her friends coming to save her, she was lost in thought, lost in memories, lost in the feeling that something was going to happen, something enormous.

It was after she thought of her life and the special people in it that she realized that her crush was lost to another. Ichigo and Rukia were meant for each other. She knew all along but her heart didn’t want to realize it.

With a thought, she summoned one of her fairy helpers from her hairpin.

“Tsubaki-kun?”

The small male fairy raised an eyebrow. When Orihime summoned him, he was ready for a fight. To say he was disappointed was an understatement. He was not made to be taught to. He was made to fight.

“What?”

“Do you like me?”

That threw him off.

“Uh…” Tsubaki really didn’t know what to say. Personally, he wanted someone more willing to fight as his wielder. Orihime was too soft in his opinion. But he was content.

There was a strength of will in Orihime that contrasted her unwillingness to hurt people. If only she could fuel that towards destruction and Tsubaki would like his wielder even more.

“Course I do, baka.” Tsubaki decided that he was going to give Orihime a new nickname.

Baka would do. Orihime the idiot or Orihime-baka.

It suited her. He was not going to get some grief just because Orihime thought he could be her therapist. He was a fighter for kami’s sake.

“Any other mushy questions do you have or can I go now?” Tsubaki was either going to blow something up or return back into the hairpin. He was not going to hang around for twenty questions.

Orihime nodded. Tsubaki disappeared back into her hairpin.

Once again she was alone.

Alone in hallow infested, Espada territory palace, alone, surrounded by enemies, and kept alive only because of her powers, her god defying powers.

While Aizen was an excellent illusionist, he couldn’t hide his true feelings from Orihime.

It was her gift, this ability to look through veils and see what really lies behind the lies and illusions. She knew what Aizen is and the truth terrified her. His Espada terrified her.

She held no illusions that the world was all flowers and puppies. She never did. But there were times she wished the world was a bag of sweetness and sometimes she lied to herself.

But here in Huerto Mundo, she could not.

She was changing. She could feel it. She knew it.

Of all the things Orihime knows is herself. She knows her heart and her mind. She knows what she can do and what she can’t do.

But that was before. That was before Ichigo became a shinigami, which was before she was violently thrust into a world that was more imaginative than her expansive imagination.

Despite how she entered into this world she loved it. Just at one glance she could tell Soul Society was amazing, full of lively people. It was just like the living world except for the concentration of spirit particles.

And that is where the problem lies.

Spirit particles.

Because of Ichigo’s high reiatsu, he had unknowing leaked it out changing people near him. That is how Orihime’s powers awakened.

That in itself is not bad.

But. There is always a but.

Huerto Mundo was hollow land. Thus, there is a lot of hollow energies. Therefore, the hollow energies were changing Orihime.

Her reiatsu was fluctuating. The fluctuations were too small to tell but they were occurring.

Change was literally in the air.

She was turning into a hallow, she was turning into the enemy.

Orihime closed her eyes and wished she was back home, back with her friends.

She wished she was stronger, wished she was eating her pickle covered seaweed icecream, wished that her brother was back, and wished that Ulquiorra would smile.

Of all the Espada, he was the only one she seen constantly. Of all the Espada, she preferred him. She didn’t know most of the Espada but she tried to stay out of Nnoitra’s way. There was something about the way he said Pet-sama that terrified her.

She didn’t dislike Ulquiorra, he was after all doing his job. You can’t hate a person for doing their job.

Orihime stifled a sniff.

She must be strong.

“Onna.”

Orihime looked up. Ulquiorra was back, along with a plate of food.

“You must eat onna. You must be healthy when Aizen calls on you for your abilities.”

Orihime wanted so much to tell Ulquiorra what she thought of Aizen and how he closely resembles a three toed sloth wearing a tutu.

But the fight was being leeched out of her. Her will was eroding away.

“I’m not hungry.” She sounded unconvincing to herself.

Ulquiorra’s frown deepened. His job was to baby-sit the woman. He takes orders well and plans to complete his order. However the woman was being obstinate. Humans, useless trash he thought as he placed the plate of food down.

However, his opinion on human woman was being tested. No one had dared slap Ulquiorra, especially a weak human onna. But, the she did.

She was strong.

“I will return later. If you do not eat, I will be forced to make you eat.” Ulquiorra turned and walked away.

He felt a flare in reiatsu and paused. Ulquiorra knew the onna to be too strong of will to take her own life. With her friends in Hueco Mundo, killing herself would be a waste of their efforts.

After a few seconds of eavesdropping he walked away. She had summoned her fairies and was talking to them.

The next day or what passes for day in Hueco Mundo he went to her door with an arrancar servant.

He walked in, almost anticipating the daily rejection of food. To his surprise, a big chrysalis stood in the middle of the room. Where was the human woman?

“If you’re looking for hime, she’s in there.” Said a familiar voice.

Ulquiorra turned to look at Grimmjow.

“How do you know?”

“I watched.”

There were times like these that made Ulquiorra wish he wasn’t surrounded by fools.

“You did not try to stop her?”

“Naw.”

Ulquiorra contemplated loping off Grimmjow’s arm.

“I tried to cero it but the green thing absorbed the blast.”

Ulquiorra again contemplated chopping off both of Grimmjow’s arms.

Grimmjow shrugged. “I can’t get close to the dang thing. Got a pure reiatsu shield around it.”

Ulquiorra closed his eyes. All thoughts of maiming Grimmjow banished from his mind.

“Have you notified Aizen-sama?”

“Nope.”

Ulquiorra’s thoughts started to stray dangerously close to maiming Grimmjow in the worse possible way.

“It’s your problem Aizen’s pet.”

Grimmjow departed.

Ulquiorra turned to look at the arrancar servant. “Alert Aizen-sama.”

The servant bowed and hurried to do his appointed task.

Ulquiorra stared at the chrysalis. “Onna.”

In his mind images flashed before him as he thought of the woman. He suspected the thing before him indeed held the woman. The chrysalis closely resembled that of what a caterpillar would do before changing into a butterfly.

Hours later, Szayel confirmed Ulquiorra’s thoughts.

“It is indeed a transformation Aizen-sama.”

Szayel, Ulquiorra and Aizen stood around the chrysalis. Any attempts to move the object resulted in a devastating wave of reiatsu that terminated a lesser arrancar. Szayel had to bring his tools up to Orihime’s room.

“Reiatsu is being drawn into the object. It is very similar to that of a butterfuly chrysalis.”

Aizen looked at the chrysalis thoughtfully. “How long till she emerges?”

Szayel shrugged. “I cannot tell. However I do know that the more reiatsu she absorbs, the faster the process.”

Ulquiorra concurred. Before Szayel appeared, he fired off a cero to see if what Grimmjow said was correct.

He was.

The cero was absorbed, leaving the chrysalis unharmed.

“Aizen-sama I suggest that we leave it alone until the transformation is over. It is obvious we cannot do anything as of now.”

“What do you know! I bet I can find a way!” The glasses on Szayel’s face reflected the light eerily.

“Can any of your devices analyze the chrysalis within five feet?”

“Uh…no.” Szayel frowned. “Why?”

“If you cannot get within five feet it is hopeless.”

“Why?”

“Instant vaporization.”

Aizen and Szayel immediately checked how far away they were from the chrysalis. Ulquiorra, was of course, further than five feet from the chrysalis.

Aizen coughed a little. “Thank you for warning Ulquiorra.”

Ulquiorra bowed. “Of course Aizen-sama.”

Aizen wondered if Ulquiorra was being sarcastic. Oh well, this transformation didn’t change his plan that much. His curiosity was piqued as to what the end result would be.

“Ulquiorra.”

“Hai.”

“Your orders have not been changed except to hasten the process.”

Aizen walked away. Szayel gathered his equipment and he too started to walk away.

Ulquiorra stared at the chrysalis. Great he was demoted from watching the onna to watching a weird object with the powers to vaporize him.

He should’ve killed her the first chance he got. She was ruining his nice and orderly life. Thoughts began to emerge in his mind, thoughts that swirled around the onna.

What was her name again?

“Inoue Orihime.” Ulquiorra frowned.

What a troublesome woman.

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Okay. Do you like it? This is the first part of what will be hopefully a multi-chaptered fic.

Also do anyone here want to chat about the pairing? Fics are easier when they are chatted about.

Back

2007-12-28T01:50:15Z

I am back.

Goody.

hello and see you all around.

EARH

2007-06-23T22:39:44Z

STUID SUMMER SCHOOL!!!

sigh...oh well

free lunch!

Part 4, another world

2007-06-05T03:01:07Z

Part 4

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The ghostly image of Lucifer stared at his son. He could feel his son’s pain.

“Father, what are you doing here?” Asked his son, a bit of anger leaking through.

I AM HERE TO VISIT YOU.

Adam eye’s narrowed. “Why?”

I AM YOUR FATHER, IS THAT REASON ENOUGH?

“You never took interest before.” Adam stood, Dog sitting next to him.

I WAS BUSY.

Adam said nothing. “I need some time alone.” With that, Adam and Dog disappeared.

Lucifer Morningstar looked at the empty spot that used to house his son. He could feel where his son ended up.

THIS IS INTERSTING.

He chuckled and disappeared. In Hell, all denizens shivered despite the heat.

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Adam opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. He was in the same city, just different dimension. Dog panted at his feet, it too was curious.

Adam could feel interesting energies. They felt demonic and holy but a bit watered down. This world was dark, a feeling Adam was beginning to enjoy.

“Let’s go Dog.” Adam walked through town.

They walked until they reached a nightclub. A big bouncer blocked their way. He held up a Tarot Card, back facing them.

“Spider doing hokey pokey.” Said Adam clearly, the bouncer unclipped the velvet rope and allowed the boy inside.

Apparently, this dimension does not have an age restriction either.

Adam walked into the club, loud music pounding into his ears. It was dark with red lights and glowing eyes. It was here that he felt the strongest concentration of energies.

The room was filled with demons and angel alike. Rather, half breeds.

All turned to stare at him.

A GO Crossover

2007-06-05T02:43:22Z

Title: Multi crossover
Author: Nekron_death
Rating: PG

http://nekron-death.livejournal.com/1570.html#cutid1

Death's view on Daniel

2007-05-16T02:38:46Z

Drabble of Death.

She looked at her brother, her new brother. He wasn’t really gone, just an aspect of him. He was different, he had changed, and all it took was a death. He was still pale and his colors seemed to have inverted on him. Instead of wild black hair, he had white hair, Einstein hair.

He had a different too. He was still Dream but he was also Daniel. The part of him that was Morpheus died, killed by the Kindly Ones. When they ravaged his realm, he died.

Daniel was young and old. He was different. He was quiet and unsure of himself. To dreamers he would appear the same. To all who are aware of his change, he appeared different to them.

His clothes were white, his demeanor soft. He would have to earn his subjects respect

In a way, this was good for Dream. It was a breath of fresh air; it was a shame that he had to die before he changed.

Death would help her brother as she always did. She would guide him and help when she could.

A bad mistake, Mr. Young dies

2007-05-16T01:54:00Z

Part two of the crossover

One lawyer wanted to get ahead. Therefore, he bribed the seers and got the information first before Holland. He read the files and got to the point where Adam prevented the Apocalypse. At that point, he thought Adam worked for the side of good and decided to get rid of Adam.

After all those who work for the Powers that Be, PTB, are a thorn in evil’s side and must be destroyed.

He contacted a few assassination groups and found out to his dismay that none wanted to take the hit. Those events made him surer that Adam was a good person. He then went to a psychologist and asked said psychologist what makes young men go ‘bad’ or rebel. The nice psychologist told the evil lawyer that if the father figure were gone then the young man would rebel against society.

The lawyer would then help the Adam be evil and thus be honored by the Senior Partners.

That was the opinion of unsuspecting psychologist. The lawyer got all the information on Mr. Young and got a contract for a demon to kill Mr. Young. The lawyer sat in his office and cackled certain that he would be promoted.

He did not know that his actions would have far spread consequences across the cosmos.

It was not his fault. It was the secretary’s fault.

But he would be the one to pay the price.

And what a price it would be, one worthy for the books.

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The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness was bored. The Them were still in England and thus unreachable. They drifted apart a few years after the Apocalypse; they were still friends and still considered the Them.

After the rather uneventful visit to the law firm, he discovered his father was having fun.

Rather than spoil his father’s fun, Adam decided to take a walk. Dog accompanied him with joyful abandon. As he walked in the town’s shadier parts, he found a demon club with karaoke.

It was the sight of demons standing in line alerted him to the fact that the bar was something different. He stood in line with Dog and got inside. Turned out due to the fact it was an underground bar they could not enforce the age limit. Dog was allowed in too; turns out, they thought he was a demon in dog skin.

Adam walked in when a truly horrendous singer was on stage. He was checked for weapons of course and so was Dog. Adam could tell that a nonviolence spell was placed on the club, centering only on demons not humans. He supposed that the owner did not think a human could threaten a demon.

Adam had the foresight to cloak himself from other people’s eyes. He did not want everyone to know he is the Antichrist. Despite his Apocalypse averting incident, he is still referred to, and honored as his Father’s son.

He and Dog situated themselves at an empty table. Dog curled up at his Master’s feet and slept. Adam himself gazed about the room. He steadied his gaze on two familiar people, lawyers Lindsey and Lilah, two minions under Holland. He referred to them as minions as they reminded him of his Father’s servants.

He listened as watched and knew that he should not be a client for the law firm. From just looking at Lilah and Lindsey, he could see all the atrocities that the firm has done. He knew that his father would disapprove.

He left, and went back to his room. It was there that he stayed before opening the door to admit his father back.

“Hello, Adam.” Said his father, glancing around the room like he never seen it before.

Adam nodded his head, quite perplexed why his father was acting so strange.

His father closed the door and locked it.

It was then that Adam saw the demon parasite that lived in his father’s body. It was a shock to Adam. The shock gave the demon a chance to wrap his hands around Adam’s neck and squeeze.

That was about as far as he got. Adam got over his shock and forced the demon off. His glare reflected the hell his Father lived in and brought the demon into submission.

“Who are you?” Adam said softly, his eyes betraying his rage. The room vibrated in his rage, and light bulbs popped.

The demon gulped but said nothing; he was not scared of a child.

The child then gave him a reason to be scared.

Adam stepped forward, his eyes glowing with anger. More light bulbs popped and started a small fire, the flames grew stronger burning the room, and Adam was not perturbed.

Adam looked at the demon and dragged the demon’s mind outside of its body. Quickly he scoured the demon’s mind, learning everything it knew. Then Adam sent what was left of the demon’s consciousness into a one-way trip to hell, not a hell dimension but Hell, where his Father rules in. Without the demon’s mind Mr. Young’s body swayed and jerked.

Adam obliterated the demon’s body. Mr. Young opened his eyes and looked at his son. He saw fire and his beautiful son standing amidst the fire, looking like a ruler of hell.

“Adam.” Was all he could say before he expired. He pitched forward and was dead before he hit the floor. Adam caught his father’s body and rocked slowly, pitching slightly on the burning ground.

At this point, all went as planed. Mr. Young’s dead and Adam is grieving.

However, this part is where everything went wrong.

Adam is the Antichrist, he could do nearly everything, but he could not stop Death though. He tried, he tried to revive his father but he could not. When his mind accepted that fact, he got angry.

The thing is Adam is still an adolescent. He had yet to fully embrace his heritage, learn everything, and know everything. He was still an eighteen-year-old kid.

He was a child who lost his father and learned he could do nothing. He screamed an unearthly scream. A scream resounded through those who could hear it. It was full of rage and anger but mostly sadness. It was so strong that it knocked seers out of their funk. Psychics were blinded and oracles paused. Empathic people panicked and gasped as the strong emotion rolled through them.

His scream reached the Heavens and Hell. It went through dimensions and reached all manner of beings. Those who knew him knew something has gone wrong. This was off the books; this was something that was not written down. In a way, this was ironic to Adam for it was he who suggested that plans were better kept in one’s head.

Adam opened his eyes and the fire of hell was reflected in them.

MY SON.

Adam turned and saw the shadowy figure that stood amongst the flames.

“Father.” He whispered quietly. His real Father, the one that contributed to his birth, ruler of Hell, and all around evil dude whose name is frequently used when doing evil deeds.

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Crowley cruised in his Bentley. He was halfway to California when the wave hit. He swerved in the road. He felt the raw emotion behind it.

He knew he was in trouble. He had to call the angel for help. He detested getting help but this was bigger than he was.

He hurried to a telephone booth and started calling.

“Aziraphale? You ineffable angel, pick up!” Crowley yelled into the phone. He reckoned he could go there but did not bother.

“Yes?” Answered an impeccable English accent, an indicator that it was Aziraphale, Crowley could image him sipping tea as he spoke.

“Something happened; you need to get here now!” Crowley

“Yes, I felt it too. Is it..Him?” Him is a reference to Adam not God or Satan.

“A human did something devious, if I wasn’t so worried I’d applauded him but I am worried.” Crowley did admire some humans, the imagination they have makes Hell look meek.

“I’m coming!” Crowley heard the line go dead. He the opened the phone booth and held the receiver up. A short second later Aziraphale popped out. He seemed a bit ruffled.

“Satellites.” He mumbled. Since phone lines did not go across the sea he bounced himself off the satellites. He was a bit disoriented.

“Let’s go!” Crowley grabbed the angel and hightailed away.

a fanfic of good omens

2007-05-14T04:21:15Z

Here is a crossover between Good Omens and Angel. I think this could work, hopefully.

Well...here we go.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything
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LA

Mr. Young looked at his son, his young eighteen-year son, Adam.

He wondered how they got from cruising California to going to LA to a law firm.

Mind you, the reason they were at this law firm was that some how his son broke some ancient law that the lawmakers had not bother to destroy.

So here, they were now, wasting the rest of their vacation so his son could get a lawyer.

“Adam,” He said to his son. His son looked at him. They were currently driving to the law firm.

“Dad it’s okay. I’m an adult now and I can do this.” Adam was calmly looking out of the windows, watching the scenery pass by.

“I know, it’s just.” Mr. Young sighed. He was suddenly feeling very protective and parental.

“You’ll be alone, without anyone to support you.” At Adam’s insistence, Mr. Young was going to a Spa to relax.

“No I won’t.” Adam patted his dog’s head. “I have Dog.”

Mr. Young looked at Dog. Dog looked at him and slobbered all over the leather seats of the rental car.

He stopped the car and stepped out. Adam stepped out as well with Dog following him faithfully.

“Be careful, I hear in the States that the lawyers are very manipulative.” Mr. Young placed his hands on his son’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry dad, they won’t know what hit them.” Adam said with a smile. He was half correct, this particular law firm works for the supernatural and may or may not know who he is. Then again, they did not have a firm anywhere near Tadford so they might now know without double-checking their records.

Mr. Young nodded. He had this nudging feeling that this city was different not like Tadford. He walked back to the car and drove away.

Adam looked as his father drove away. He looked at Dog.

“This place influences people, kind of like what I do. I reckon if we stay here long enough, he’ll be able to see how big the world is.” Adam walked toward the law firm. When they arrived in LA, he noticed that the supernatural was abundant here. One could not walk the street and not bump into someone who practiced the occult or ethereal.

Adam had to remember not to try to change the city. He may not have embraced his full powers yet but if he wanted to, he could.

Right now, he was content in not getting into jail. While it is true, he could change it so he would not be in trouble, he promised himself not to influence people. So here, he was now, going to get a lawyer.

He and Dog walked toward the entrance, passing the sign that said Wolfram & Hart, Attorneys at Law.

He decided that since this firm was the biggest and had many offices in various parts of the world it must be good, figuratively speaking.

Dog for his part liked the city. It rather reminded him of hell, with all the dammed souls and such. Being with the Master was most wonderful and joyous for him. He gets to chase cats, dogs, and cars. There were different smells, other than sulfur and brimstone. Hell was full of sulfur and brimstone like an active volcano except hell was far more dangerous.

When he followed his master into the building his sensitive nose caught smells of demons, vampires and other sort of demonic denizens.

He growled. The Master placed a hand on his cold muzzle. Dog pouted. He had such a nice growl and he was going to protect his Master.

Adam walked towards the Information desk where a human woman was stationed. She was one hundred percent human. After he looked around the building, looking Up and Down he figured this place was perfect.

He barely got within ten feet of said Information desk before alarms started ringing. He knew that there was an intruder alert of some sort and that all potential customers be put in a safe place. In all the excitement, he was separated from Dog and was placed in a room full of demons. Not the kind of demons you get from hell but demons from hell dimensions and such.

The other people in the room were sitting there pleasantly. They read the newspaper and did the crossword puzzle. If it were not for the horns or the other facial features, they seemed rather human.

“Um, excuse me?” He asked the crowd pleasantly. They looked at him with what passed for eyes.

“Whatttt.” Hissed out a tall half- demon with proboscis for a tongue.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Adam could look and find out but he figured it is best to ask.

“Angelus happened.” Answered another, turning back to her papers. “He’s a menace that one is. Always changing things.”

“Oh,” Adam pondered for a moment. “Thank you.”

He sat in his chair and waited for the alarm to end. It did.

They were all ushered out and business went back to normal.

Adam walked around, ignored by the various suited people. He was looking for Dog. After several unfruitful searches, he decided to Look for Dog.

It took a brief second before he found Dog. Eagerly he went sneaked into elevator and pushed the button that would bring him to Dog.

Dog himself was growling at the three lawyers. If he was in his hellhound form, he would be far scarier but the Master liked his small dog form.

“Lindsey, call security.” Muttered Lilah, trying to slowly back away, not that it would do her much, they were in an enclosed office, a hundred and something floors up.

“Why don’t you do it!” He griped back. Lindsey also was trying to edge away. Only Holland was not panicked. He eyed the dog but did nothing.

When Dog was separated from his Master, he went to looking for the Master. After several encounters with security, he found this office full of humans. He barged in and decided to persuade them to find the Master. Unfortunately, none of the lawyers spoke hellhound.

Just when all was lost, the door opened. Instead of security, a teenage boy stood there. His golden hair looked like a halo and his intense eyes seared through the three lawyers. Holland was first to speak.

“Is he yours?” He walked forward towards the boy.

Adam nodded. “Come here Dog.” Dog walked to his Master and wagged his tail.

Lilah and Lindsey were shocked. They have seen many things in this company and thought nothing could surprise them.

“I’m Holland Manners, do you need a lawyer?” Holland was the working the old charm again. His department was supposed to be working on Angel but his cunning eyes could tell that this one was important.

“Adam Young.” Adam scratched Dog’s ears. “I guess.”

Lilah and Lindsey looked at their boss. This could be a way to go up the ranks.

“Sir, I can do it.” Said Lilah, slightly elbowing Lindsey in the gut stopping him from speaking.

Holland glared at them. They were overly exuberant and they had jobs to do. They wilted under his gaze like flowers on mars.

“I guess I can come here at another time.” Holland glanced at the potential customer.

“Here is my business card, call us if you wish to employ Wolfram & Hart.” He handed the card to Adam.

Adam took the card and placed it in his jeans. “Thanks.” He walked away and disappeared.

“I need seers and psychics!” He ordered in his desk phone. Now would be a good time to dig up anything they could on one Adam Young.

Holland then ordered the other two lawyers to do their jobs and leave.

Holland smiled. He had a feeling that something big was happening and that he was a part of it.

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Meanwhile Crowley was driving his Bentley. After the Antichrist fiasco, Hell had placed him on various mission of varying humiliation. Despite Adam’s attempt at stopping Heaven and Hell influences people it still occurred. The will of His Father was strong.

He turned his radio on for another mission that undoubtedly involved being laughed at again. He was the talk of Hell, more like a laughing stock.

CROWLEY

“Yeah?”

THIS IS YOUR LORD I HAVE A MISSION OF IMPORTANCE TO GIVE YOU. MANY OF MY DUKES WONDER WHY I AM GIVING YOU THIS MISSION. DO NOT MAKE ME REGRET THIS. IF I AM REGRETTING THIS THEN EVERYTHING WILL BE REGRETTING THIS. YOU MORE SO THAN OTHERS.

Crowley blessed under his breath. It was not his fault he could not tell his Lord’s voice from the annoying person gives him orders. Once you hear one booming voice, you heard them all.

“Opps.”

CROWLEY IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT MY SON IS IN L.A. There was a pregnant pause, followed by some papers ruffling. The regal voice spoke again. I WANT YOU TO MAKE SURE THAT THE SENIOR PARTERNERS WILL NOT GET THEIR CLAWS ONTO HIM.

“Senior Partners?” Crowley frowned at that. He had heard of them. “Aren’t they on our side?”

YES. BUT NOW, THEY BELIEVE THEY COULD TAKE EARTH OVER. THEY HAVE USED A LAW FIRM TO FRONT THEIR ORGANIZATION. I WANT YOU TO FIND ADAM AND MAKE SURE HE DOES NOT DECIDE TO BRING ANOTHER UNSCHEDULED APOCALYPSE. IF THERE IS TO BE AN APOCALYSPE THEN IT WILL BE ONE OF MY DESIGNS.

Crowley nodded. The Americas seem to have several every year. It is strange and that is a very good reason why he avoids the Americas and stay in London.

HERE ARE YOU INSTUCTIONS. IF YOU WERE TO FAIL THIS TIME, YOU WOULD FIND YOURSELF IN UNIMAGINABLE TORMENT. FAIL ME AGAIN AND YOU WILL BE LEFT AT THE MERCIES OF SEVERAL BRANCHES OF HELL WHO WISHES TO TALK TO YOU. I WILL NOT DENY THEM IF YOU CONTINUE TO FAIL ON ALL YOUR MISSIONS.

The instructions were drilled into his brain in very painful means. Crowley gulped. He may have pissed several demons he should not have pissed off.

CROWLEY, TELL MY SON I SAID HI.

The radio went dead. Crowley stared at it and after being assured, it will not speak; again, he sagged against the well like a boneless slug.

This had to be the worst mission ever. Not only did the mission come from his Lord but also he would be tangling with the Senior Partners. Then there was Adam. Crowley wondered how life was faring for the Antichrist.

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This is the first bit. I'm going to write more later. Do you like it? This is my first time writing a Good Omens fic.

hello

2007-05-08T05:03:25Z

Hi

It's all good to see you.

To me it is always the morning.

Read Sandman or else....

Also Good Omens, damn that book should have been made into a MOVIE!!!