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Bleach

3rd pov (bleach AU)

Theo barely remembers the way he died, since it was so long ago, but he knows he died. He stuck around, but there really weren't many people sad to see him go, let alone that really knew him. His mother died giving birth, his dad died a few years ago due to some disease he'd been hiding and he had no other family, grandparents and such either dead and refusing to take him in, so he has only the few friends he'd barely made at work to come to his funeral and that's it, though considering he died at 24 due to a drunk driving accident - he was the victim, the driver was a stranger who hit the bottle too hard - it's no surprise. He hadn't really had a chance to form many important bonds, and he was always too open and blunt for a lot of people, but he hopes nothing happens.

He's honestly not certain why he's still around, but he rather enjoys it, even if the chain on him hurts every time it gets smaller, and he has a pretty odd feeling about what might happen once it's completely gone, but he has no reason to think that'll be anytime soon, considering the pace it eats itself at. However, he forgets to take into account his own morals, and even dead, he has no problem reaching out to grab a young girl - another dead spirit, how sad, she's like 7 - and pull her out of the way of a large monster - a Hollow part of him whispers, but not with fear, no almost with longing - letting her escape, but getting him easily plucked up and devoured.

He wakes up in a sandy place, vague memories of people flashing through his mind, but he does not have anyone that stands out clearly, so he starts hunting. He takes out several small hollows, slowly moving around, making sure to kill anything that tries to attack him, relying on his instincts to keep him away from the especially strong signatures coming around him, though he knows he can easily achieve that level as well. He's close to something when he bites into the mask of another hollow, power flooding his senses. eHe can think more clearly now, which is a relief, because he knows instinct can only take him so far. He starts making traps, ones that will create an opening for him to eat the mask of hollows far stronger than him.

He has no idea how much time has passed, considering the moon never moves, but he knows he's gone through at least one more power shift, though he's still refused to go anywhere near the power levels he fears off in the distance, because he refuses to be drawn into a war or something just for existing. Deciding he would like to know what he looks like, he takes a peek into some water he had found, blinking to find he is not quite the same. He didn't expect to look human, but neither did he expect to appear to be a cat, his entire pelt white, with black stripes along his entire form. He would look like a tiger, except he is far bigger, more like a lion than a tiger. His eyes are still brown, though they're more golden brown than brown brown like when he was alive. He lifts a paw, flexing the claws he has there, before feeling along the fangs in his mouth. He wonders... He lifts a paw, starts clawing at the edge of his face, and then digs in, yanking until part of it breaks off, a new power filling him, but he's more concerned with what happened than his power.

He looks normal again, aside from the huge hole in his chest, which he stares at for several long moments, before moving on. His hair has gone back to the green he remembers, but his eyes are still golden brown, and he looks a bit taller, but none of that will stop him. He notes the part of the mask still on his face - a part of his horn, right by his forehead, the white bone curling forward, the tiny bits of black wrapping around it almost appear like blood dripping from something, except they're too neat. With a grin, he finds his teeth are back to flat again, though two of them are still fangs. He turns to his hands, flipping them over to study his nails, which are still claw-like, pitch black in color, but he has defenses.

His skin is still naturally tan, and he almost stands out too well in this place, but he can't help that, so he heads back towards his den, grinning wildly at the speed he's moving, before he realizes he doesn't know how to stop, skidding a bit against the sand as he tries to, thankfully not destroying his den, though it is a bit sandy now. He heads inside without a word, sensing the area around him with his reiatsu, something he'd learned about from his instincts, which lets others know how strong he is, and can give away his location. He's learned to keep a tight rein on his reiatsu, refusing to be a bother or to bother others. With a groan, he settles into his nest, built from the few things he had grabbed that fell from the human world.