[he wants to take the god thing seriously, huh? Well, whatever. More power to 'im. Zangetsu hated the old gods here, hated their way of doing things. But he could still better himself in their system.
And he would.
It's not a true memory. Just an inkling, his own kind of muscle memory. Knowledge that his true form wasn't a flesh and blood creature, but a soul inhabiting a blade. He doesn't know what Zanpakutou are, what their name is. He just knows he was born to be a weapon.
The symbols burn in the air, then flatten themselves against Zangetsu's right shoulder, glowing even through his shirt before vanishing. Then, instead of turning to light, the Hollow turns to darkness; blistering hot black and red flames. The flames swirl around Xehanort before coalescing into an odd, but perhaps familiar, shape. A strange sword with an intricate hilt and guard, with a long length of chain and a charm dangling from the end. That, and a dragon's skull and spine crowning the end. A keyblade, but not like any that there ever has been before.
And with the new weapon come the memories. A bearded man in dark clothing stands over a broken, bleeding boy, a boy that looks remarkably similar to Zangetsu -- albeit with normal skin coloration and ginger-orange hair. But the memory seems less focused on the boy, and more on the damaged sword he holds in his hand; it's shape is not unlike the body of the keyblade. The dark man radiates a terrible power and says something that the memory does not recollect. He grabs the boy by his head and the boy screams in pain and anguish.
Then, as in a dream, the scene shifts completely. And just like in a dream, the viewer knows where they are; inside the soul of the sword. The land is strange, with glassy skyscrapers turned on their sides. The whole world tilted. The world is in the midst of a tempest. A great black hole has been ripped into the sky and a storm, with driving rain and flashing lightning, surrounds it; a hurricane around an eye. The hole is a vacuum, sucking in pieces of the buildings, glass panels, and debris. A white shape clings to one of the buildings, his claws leaving deep gashes in the glass and metal. The claw-marks are stained with dark blue ichor, blood from the creature. Zangetsu. He looks a bit different, lacking the horns and tail, but it is undoubtedly the same monster.
"Gck.... I can't... I can't let go...! I must... protect... Ichigo! --Gah!!" he slips, and only barely manages to keep himself from being sucked away. But even now, the building he's holding onto and, indeed, his feet and legs, are beginning to flake away like so much old paint, pulled into the vortex. The building starts to come apart ahead of Zangetsu, a fissure opening before him.
"... S-sorry.... partner..."
The chunk of building with its passenger breaks off, and is sucked into the vortex. The Hollow lets out an inhuman, anguished scream of his own, and the memory ends with a sense of deep, penetrating despair.]
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And he would.
It's not a true memory. Just an inkling, his own kind of muscle memory. Knowledge that his true form wasn't a flesh and blood creature, but a soul inhabiting a blade. He doesn't know what Zanpakutou are, what their name is. He just knows he was born to be a weapon.
The symbols burn in the air, then flatten themselves against Zangetsu's right shoulder, glowing even through his shirt before vanishing. Then, instead of turning to light, the Hollow turns to darkness; blistering hot black and red flames. The flames swirl around Xehanort before coalescing into an odd, but perhaps familiar, shape. A strange sword with an intricate hilt and guard, with a long length of chain and a charm dangling from the end. That, and a dragon's skull and spine crowning the end. A keyblade, but not like any that there ever has been before.
And with the new weapon come the memories. A bearded man in dark clothing stands over a broken, bleeding boy, a boy that looks remarkably similar to Zangetsu -- albeit with normal skin coloration and ginger-orange hair. But the memory seems less focused on the boy, and more on the damaged sword he holds in his hand; it's shape is not unlike the body of the keyblade. The dark man radiates a terrible power and says something that the memory does not recollect. He grabs the boy by his head and the boy screams in pain and anguish.
Then, as in a dream, the scene shifts completely. And just like in a dream, the viewer knows where they are; inside the soul of the sword. The land is strange, with glassy skyscrapers turned on their sides. The whole world tilted. The world is in the midst of a tempest. A great black hole has been ripped into the sky and a storm, with driving rain and flashing lightning, surrounds it; a hurricane around an eye. The hole is a vacuum, sucking in pieces of the buildings, glass panels, and debris. A white shape clings to one of the buildings, his claws leaving deep gashes in the glass and metal. The claw-marks are stained with dark blue ichor, blood from the creature. Zangetsu. He looks a bit different, lacking the horns and tail, but it is undoubtedly the same monster.
"Gck.... I can't... I can't let go...! I must... protect... Ichigo! --Gah!!" he slips, and only barely manages to keep himself from being sucked away. But even now, the building he's holding onto and, indeed, his feet and legs, are beginning to flake away like so much old paint, pulled into the vortex. The building starts to come apart ahead of Zangetsu, a fissure opening before him.
"... S-sorry.... partner..."
The chunk of building with its passenger breaks off, and is sucked into the vortex. The Hollow lets out an inhuman, anguished scream of his own, and the memory ends with a sense of deep, penetrating despair.]