Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. The only characters I own are Murakami Shinta and the original Arrancar that appear throughout this fic.

Hitsugaya Yuki belongs to KyokoKitten and was used with her permission.

Well, I've been wanting to write a Bleach fic for a while and recently a plot came to me. I hope you all enjoy reading this fic as much as I will writing it. Also, feel free to read KyokoKitten's Bleach stories since this story is based off the timeline those ones go off of. It is not really required to understand what is going on in this story, but you'll at least understand some of the details that lead up to this story.

Plus, it gives you all something to do while you wait for me to update my story.

Anyways, enjoy.

Glass Moon

A cold wind blew through the empty night sky of Hueco Mundo. Deep within this empty world, a lone figure sat across the edge of the tallest tower of Los Noches. He ignored the wind as it blew through him, sending his fine, long blue hair in a wild mess. This figure wore an inverted shikakusho with a black haori draped over his shoulders. Clearly marked on his back in white numbers was the number -1, as if to mock his most hated enemy. Upon his deathly pale face was a bone C, going around most of his right eye. Slowly, he gazed up towards the moon, reaching out as if to grab it.

"Aedric-sama, the results have come in," a voice in the darkness spoke. Clenching his fist upon the moon he had reached out for, the arrancar named Aedric stood up.

"I'll be there shortly," he stated. Quickly spinning around, he slicked his hair back to its original position and headed back into the recesses of Los Noches.

Moments later, Aedric and the arrancar who called him were in what looked like a research room. Spread across multiple autopsy tables were the bodies of several dead hollows, each of which were being worked upon.

Shortly after the death of Aizen and the release of the unnumbereds, Aedric and his followers came out of the depths of Hueco Mundo and quickly took over Los Noches. All surviving arrancar were then forced to swear loyalty to Aedric Nat, a vasto lorde who became an arrancar naturally.

"According to the data we have gathered, the hollows infused with Kiauna-sama's venom managed to severely cripple the shinigami, causing many casualties," the arrancar explained.

"Did they manage to devour any captains?" Aedric asked, glancing at a body in the far corner of the room.

"Unfortunately not. However-"

"I see. You may leave me now," Aedric interrupted, sounding clearly disinterested with anything else. The arrancar bowed down and quickly exited the room.

"The power of a captain..." Aedric muttered to himself, walking towards the body he spotted earlier, "The evolution of a hollow requires vast amounts of reiatsu, gained by feeding upon thousands of souls. To this day, a hollow has yet to have devour a shinigami of captain rank. Could devouring such a creature with vast amounts of reiatsu speed the process up? Or perhaps go beyond what is known...?"

Aedric suddenly stopped and gazed down upon the lifeless body before him.

"There is only enough room in Heaven for one king wouldn't you agree, Aizen Sousuke?"

It was a bright and sunny afternoon in the Seireitei. It was definitely not the type of day which would signal a chain of events which could ultimately upset the balance between three worlds. On such a day, the shinigami Murakami Shinta, was stuck cleaning up trash around the 11th division headquarters. Standing at 5' 4", Shinta did not stand out much. He kept his medium length black hair down, with his bangs slightly covering his bright green eyes. The only unusual feature about him as that he carried his zanpakuto around with him, which was quite unusual since he belonged to the 4th division.

"Oi, kid! You missed a spot!" shouted a random shinigami.

"Be right there..." Shinta grumbled. Even though he belonged to the 4th division, Shinta was terrible at healing kidou. In fact, the only thing he was good at was swordplay, and even that was only slightly above average. Of course, it didn't help that his zanpakuto was of a more defensive nature.

"Hey! Catch!" another one shouted. Out of nowhere a can suddenly hit Shinta on the head. As much as he hated it, during his time in the 4th division he learned that it was best to ignore those of the 11th division while he was on trash duty. As to why a bunch of medics were in charge of cleaning up trash, he would never know.

"Hey, check it out. This weakling thinks he's a fighter," one of the shinigami shouted while pointing at Shinta's zanpakuto.

"Ha! I wonder if he can even lift it!"

"Yeah! Maybe he thinks he can beat one of us!"

"Hey kid, you wanna fight or something?" the others laughed. Shinta continued on with his work, pretending that the others weren't there.

"...Tch! C'mon guys, this is boring. Let's go." After realizing that Shinta wasn't going to react, the others walked off. Once they were gone, he looked up towards the sky.

"And to think I wanted to join 11th..." he sighed to himself.

Meanwhile at the 9th division captain's quarters, Hitsugaya Yuki stared groggily at her lieutenant from her bed. Much like her name suggested, she was Hitsugaya Toushiro's twin sister. Her long white hair was tied back into a spiky ponytail with a large strand of hair covering the left side of her face and eye down to her shoulder. A thinner chin length strand fell over the right side. Beneath the left strand was a long scar going over her eye, from when she was wounded in a battle shortly after she became a captain.

"What is it, Shuuhei...?" she asked groggily, rubbing her good eye.

"You have a meeting with the other captains in a half hour," he explained quietly. Yuki wasn't much of a morning person, even though it was the afternoon; she didn't like to be woken up so suddenly. Hisagi know this and he know that if he wasn't careful, he could get seriously hurt.

"Oh, right...I forgot about that," she muttered. Just when it looked like she was ready to get up, she pulled her blanket over her head, "Just give me five more minutes..."

"C-captain! This is serious! You should hurry and get rea-" he suddenly stopped. Yuki slowly poked her head out of the blanket.

"Were you saying something, Shuuhei...?" she asked, with a special emphasis on his name.

"Right, five minutes," he quickly said, slowly backing out of Yuki's room.

"Heeeeeeeh. So this is Soul Society, huh?"

A tall figure stood upon a mountain, several miles away from the Rokongai. The man wore a long white trench coat with white cargo pants. With a hole in his chest and three crest like pieces extending from the center of his forehead to a foot behind his head, this man could easily be identified as an arrancar. He had two red scar like marks going over his eyes and had his black hair spiked back in a similar style to his broken mask.

"This place feels so peaceful and alive...it makes me sick..." he muttered. Suddenly, he extended two of his fingers and cut across the sky, forming a crack.

"I'll show Aedric-sama that there is no need to wait. I am all that is needed to wipe out each and every single shinigami here!" he laughed. As the crack began to grow, several hands suddenly erupted from it.

"You guys hungry?! Then go into the Seireitei and kill! Kill and devour every shinigami you see! Eat them down to the bone and don't leave a single one standing!"

The crack suddenly shattered as hundreds of hollows descended upon the Soul Society.

"But..." the arrancar added,"Make sure you leave some for me. Now then, time to eat."