Can Innocence Be Saved from Impurities?

Chapter One: The Change

A calloused finger comes to her lips, ceasing any further protests.

"Shhh, my little dove. It will all be over soon." And with that he brought her down to the bed and deflowered his last pure angel.

…..

The wind howls all around me, blowing my thin trench coat violently. A shiver runs down my spine as my bare feet trudge through the snow. I look down and can't see them, for the snow is up to my upper thigh. You would think the snow is like six feet high, given my description, but alas, my petite form has once again given me a disadvantage. The sun shines brightly, high in the sky, but gives little warmth. I think,

"Tch, damn Aizen and all his butthead goonies. Damn them all to hell for making me walk in this fucking snow!"

Another gush of wind has my knees knocking together. I cup my hands around my mouth in hopes of warming by frost bitten fingers but it is in vain for the every time I did it, the temperature seemed to drop. I shove my numb fingers into my pockets. Finding another tactic, I focus my anger on Aizen, grumbling as I hiss other profanities all the way down the sidewalk that would put a sailor to shame.

A few blocks later, I come across the ugliest brown brick building on this side of the railroad. Frozen ivy vines creep up the sides, while shards of broken glass and fragments of rotten wood litter the entranceway despite the snow. I sigh, and continue to trough, careful to not step on only of the debris. I cautiously open the creaky door and peek my head inside. I look from left to right to see if the coast is clear. Tip-toeing across the floor, I make my way to the staircase. Now it all boils down to this; I have memorized what part of each stair creeks under my weight so that I wont get caught. Going up them was a breeze. Thinking I was home free was a mistake, because no sooner as my hand is inches from my door handle, I am yanked up two feet in the air by my collar.

" Sneaking in I see?" says an eerie voice from the shadows.

I huff, " What the hell do you want fox face?"

I could previously only see the stranger's long lanky arm but now his whole profile is in view. The tall figure's face does have an uncanny resemblance of a fox, with his squinty eyes that appear to always be closed, and that face splitting smile that's always plastered on his face. "Aren't we being a rude," he chides teasingly, making tsk noises as he waggles a finger at me. I squirm trying to hit him, but I am far enough away from his body not to make any contact. He chuckles at my feeble attempts of freedom before his face turns serious.

"Did you make your deliveries?" all traces of laughter out of his voice.

I roll my eyes. " Of course I did you idiot. You think I would come back if I didn't?"

With that she reached down into the pocket of her trench coat and picked up a huge wad of hundred dollar bills. He reaches out with his other hand, expecting her to slap it down. After doing so she yells,

" Now let me go you dickhead!"

"As you wish, " he replies nonchalantly as he lets her down.

She drops down with a thud, landing on her ass.

"Asshole," she mutters under her breath, as she rubs her backside.

The splitting smile is back on his face as he walks down the hall to deliver the money. With another sigh, she turns on her heel to the direction of her room once more, and turns the handle. She flops on her bed with another sigh and immediately wraps herself in her blanket. In her head, " Why can't that idiot fox face leave her alone?"

A timid knock was heard.

"Go away" she said through muffled pillows, but the stranger opened the door anyways.

She rises up about to scream it when she saw who it was. A tall voluptuous woman with ebony sun kissed skin stands at the threshold. There the woman wearing nothing but a low cut tight tank top, shorts, and a bandana over her mouth, says nothing but extends her hand and bends a finger, beckoning her to follow. I stare in awe at the mysterious woman for no one has heard her speak, let alone knows anything about her. All I know was that she's been there for as long as I could remember. I scramble to me feet, abandoning the blankets warmth, as I follow her down the hall.

I know where she is taking me, and yet I still feel my teeth slightly chattering and no it's not from the cold. The woman knocks on the door timidly once more. A soft voice comes from the other side. The woman steps through and bows, and announces my arrival

" Aizen-sama, Lilynette is here as you requested."

" Thank you Harribel, that will be all" Aizen replies.

She nods her head before closing the door. The man was turning away from me seated in a slender leather chair. Once the door was closed, he swiveled around to show his gorgeous face. His chocolate brown eyes gazed intently at her, traveling down my body before settling on my face. I shifted uncomfortably under his intimidating gaze.

"Lilynette" he purred, his voice sounding like silk, " Do you know why I have called you in my office today?"

"Aizen-sama?" I question, unsure of my purpose.

" Today is the day you now join the "family business". You will be taken under Harribel and Neliel's wing. They are my best operatives. Do as they say and there should be no problems. Are we clear?"

"Aizen-sama, I thought you said you would wait until I developed more. I am not like the other girls. I don't think I am ready or old enough. I-"

She stopped abruptly feeling Aizen's eyes on her again. Despite how they look, those chocolate orbs had no warmth, only displaying coldness. He turned back in his chair he responded curtly,

" Though I don't have to explain it to you, I will say that I have come to the conclusion that you will never fill out the way the other girls do because of your genetic make up, thus your age doesn't matter. You being the age you are now, or actually being an adult wouldn't make much of a difference. Do you get the picture?"

I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. Aizen had turned half way around to eye me, waiting for my verbal answer.

" Yes, Aizen-sama." I managed to choke out.

He smiled, though there was nothing to be happy about turned back.

"That is all." He replied with a swish of his hand.

I bowed slightly before I turned to leave. Once the door was closed, I bolted for my room and hid myself under the covers. Hot tears burned the corners of my eyes, and threatened at any moment to spill over the edge. I would not cry in front of anyone; that was my thing. No matter how hard life got here, I would stand strong regardless.

I don't know how long I stay there but the moon is showing her white milky glow when I peel back the covers.