This is, like what, the fourth attempt at this. Do note that no characters of interest are mine. Read at your leisure. Although review is not necessary it is appreciated though. I Thank you.
Cold air, cold surface beneath me. Cold feelings that shiver up and down my spine as I crack open my eyes.
A cold, white, blank, empty hall.
I scramble to my feet, stumbling as I notice my bare chilly feet. It was bright, and white coated everything, from one end of the open hall to the other. Long towering windows lined their way down the forward facing wall, the outside a pitch black, scenery void.
My body exposed to the chilled air, Tshirt enveloping my torso that just covered the hems of my shorts, I put one foot forward and began a small stroll down the way a little. It felt nothing if not completely empty, so when my voice rang out uncomfortably in the vast space as I called for the attention of anyone, my insides began a sick sort of twist. I kept on for what seemed like forever, passing windows that reflected back my pale, scrawny, bespectled form. Jesus.
I was lost, in a structure I was not prior. My bedroom obviously gone, and in its place an empty nightmare. My guts tangled as panic set in at the thought of complete solitude in a destination unknown. I kept up with the calling every so many feet still not reaching an end to the dizzying hall way.
"Is anyone there?" I belted out one last time.
I could feel the burn as tears threatened to fall, no reply coming. Annoyed.
Reaching up I wiped at one eye as I moved to pivot around, and as I came about full my body halted. In front of me stood another. Finally, yet terrifyingly out of no where.
He stood at 6 foot maybe even more, eyes a piercing shock of blue, with hair almost as a electric. A small sneer and a toothed mask bore down upon on me.
"I-," my feet steering me back wards a few paces. His eyes kept on mine, forcing me to feel ashamed and frustrated at the way my words were catching in my throat. He was brilliantly wild looking, easy to lose your train of thought when trying to be coherent.
"Hi.."I corrected myself, with awkward silence prevailing. His unresponsiveness caught me off guard, and my eyes swung towards the floor, feet nervously fidgeting.
"….My name is Raven…." His body shifted to favor his other side, and I could feel the leer as he looked me over, making me feel like someone's lunch.
"And?" It finally came, his response.
His tone was deep, yet had a nice energetic lilt to it.
Eyes still fixed on me, one brow lifted to emphasize his question, I gave out a light laugh and looked up to meet his stare while I bounced back and forth on my heels.
"I don't honestly know at this point…I'm lost, in a manner of speaking, meaning I don't know how I got here, and I have no clue where I am. And from the way you're looking at me, I must be less than welcome where I'm currently at. So, if you don't mind.."
I made a move to go around him, which he denied by cooly stepping in front of me, my heart plummeted all the way down. I hadn't not noticed the obvious blade he had pressed at the waist, and was more than ready to find myself a new place to occupy.
Although I wasn't about to get into a duke out with someone way taller, and obviously more decked out than me, that didn't mean I wouldn't at least try to beat my way out of this alive.
"Please," I implored slightly, "This is seriously ending up as a very awful day, and even if I may be small, I'll still throw hands," I stated, standing ready to take him on. Yes, my inertia for bravery was sorely lacking, but every scenario hence forth didn't go over so well in my head. It was literally fight or flight.
His eyes danced and he laughed loud, slightly doubling over. I was not amused to say the least, and my body relaxed as my face took on a scrunch.
"What?" I spat as he struggled to regain himself, eyes locking with mine.
I was getting upset as he came to, a smile still spread across his face.
"What ever, piss ant, we both know I would floor you before you could even make a move."
"Come with me." He smirked, taunting me as he smoothly passed around me. I was lost in the moment, his brutal honesty smidging my pride ever so slightly.
Feet turning on their own I made quick to catch up to him, not at his side, but just beside him enough to stay at a safe distance.
"Do you know where I am." I had almost forgotten the sheer size of the hall we were making our way down, my voice bounced in every direction. On he kept with his stride, he pulled in a breath and sighed.
"Las Noches," He gazed over, "It's a castle in a world known as Hueco Mundo."
My eyes lit up, some small bit of info gained from all this trouble, even if I had nothing to do with it the fact I had a name for this strange place put my heart at ease.
"A world." My voice was a bit quiet, my confusion must have been obvious.
"You really don't know shit do you?" A little more than obvious facts, but I shook my head and gave a soft 'no'.
We came upon two very large double doors that bore markings of different sets of white and grey that curled and twisted all up and down in a forest like mural.
"I'm taking you to someone who can probably help you," he started as he came to rest a hand on a large curvaceous knob, "and I say probably with some weight to it. As far as I know, you could walk in and not come back out alive, but what's the fun in knowing, right?" His teeth, white and gleaming as he smiled wickedly, made my head spin as he pushed one door open enough to allow the both of us in.
It swung hard and loud behind us, my body jumping involuntarily from the surprise. All was dark, save for a stretch of light that hung in a bright display over a splayed immaculate table, white marble chairs set neatly around each side. Ten, I counted, plus one at the head of the table.
We moved forward, me ever so slightly behind, coming around to the side of the ornate piece to where we then stood, presented with the front of the Lead chair, a figure sat aloof and comfortably in it.
"Lord Aizen," his voice raised carefully. I could see the hesitance as he stood at the side of this person, who's head rest gently on an overturned hand.
Hair a dark chocolate brown, with a face smooth and elegant, strong and serious.
Their eyes lifted slowly; long lashes parting to reveal even deeper brown eyes.
Letting out a gasp of breath, I caught his attention immediately, and his eyes moved to the peripheral to settle on me. Although not moving to exactly acknowledge me.
"Grimmjow," came the sweet deep sound of his voice, it was obvious his position in this place given that the man he called upon stood straight at the sound of his name. "Yes, my lord." He replied, seeming nervous himself.
"I awake to a stranger at your side….Not even that, but a half dressed human female, explain."
'So he's a pretty jerk' I mused.
My body shifted it's weight as I crossed my arms over my chest and stepped back a bit, I was a bit haughty when it came to people that rode upon a high horse. Even though I heard full well that this might be my last moments alive, my attitude was still roaring and ready as ever.
"Pardon me." I muttered sarcastically under my breath, to which Grimmjow, pleasant name, partially turned to give me a miffed look. This Aizen on the other hand, eyes facing forward smiled at the slightest.
"Lord," he continued on, ignoring me, "I found her on the West end of the Palace, no idea where she's from, no idea how she got here. Unfortunately, apparently neither does she." That last node sounded like a jab. Although I probably had it coming for getting an attitude. None the less I felt the need to interject.
"All I know is, I was asleep in bed at home, then I woke up on a cold ass floor, not much I can impart from there." I snuck in, leering at Grimmjow. Obviously speaking out of turn wasn't exactly the best of notions, but I wasn't about to let him one up me. His body turned so that he could face me partially.
"That's it?"
"Pretty much."
Aizen remained quiet as we conversated.
"I mean the day was pretty normal, nothing out of the ordinary happened. I just remember coming home and going straight to bed, I had a horrible migraine that started this morning, and just got worse as the day went…..Though at one point.."
Aizens eyes were on me now, head fully turned to acknowledge me for once.
"I was standing at my mirror getting my clothes on." My hands prod the hems of my shirt, "And it seemed for a few seconds, like something red, something…weird..was in my eyes, I didn't give it much thought because it really was a horrible migraine, and just dropped on my bed and passed the fuck out," I put my hands back across my chest, My tone was becoming frustrated trying to pull up the memory of my gleaming eyes. Both pairs were on me now, but all I could do was stand there and look anywhere but at them..
"Sit." The echo of his voice was a finality, and I found my self taking out the chair beside him and sitting down. I was nervous, no lie in that, the fact that I was in another world had me more than dumbfounded.
"Look at me." Came his command. I turned my head, my eyes focusing on the center of his throat, anywhere but his eyes, once again. He reached forward, hand cupping my chin as he pulled me close. The physical contact was a sudden jolt to my insides and I shivered slightly. He turned my chin this way and that, looking me directly in the eyes as he did so. It was like he was looking for something. And then he stopped my head forward, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Exquisite." He sighed with relief. I looked on in confusion, Grimmjow steady at his side staring down at me with his bright glistening eyes.
"….What's wrong with me?" I questioned around his hand, to which he gently released me.
"Nothing to be of concern for the time being, but none the less intriguing." He assured, his slender hand reaching out to beckon something from the darker side of the room. I saw Grimmjows face deaden as a figure gracefully exited the shadows and approached us with a sort of glide.
"Ulquiorra, my most trusted. Relish me the idea if you would." I listened on as I tried to make out who was approaching.
"At the thought of our new arrival."
Dark emerald orbs drifted from the face of Aizen to mine. A stunning sheer of white alabaster skin, and a soft lithe form, eyes that shot right through me, and a brilliant bone colored mask with one elongated horn. He was more than magnificent, he was absolute beauty.
Having been looking him over, he presented me once more with his stare, lips parting.
"You mean this filth that sits beside you so familiarly". Grimmjow who'd come to sit beside me let loose a scoff of a laugh, Aizen remained quiet, his eyes drifting closed almost as if to hide his laughter. And I sitting, eyes piercing and lax.
"Filth? Not likely. Pathetic, maybe. But believe me, if I really were a piece of filth, I don't believe Grimmjow would have gave more than a flying fuck to take me to where I am now. And correct me if I'm wrong but filth wouldn't be sitting beside your precious Lord, now would they?"
It was like the air was sucked right out of the room, and the three around me stared in disbelief, although I continued to glare at the one before me across the table. Ulquiorra. I wasn't going to budge on my comment. And it didn't seem as if he was going to let up his measured stare either.
"Damn," Grimmjow muttered. Aizen smiled, his gaze interested.
"And as this all comes together, unfortuitously, Ulquiorra, I once again leave you the task of looking after…Our guest." He said this as my eyes flickered to meet his, my face an expression that amused yet gave him great reason not to reiterate the name I had been slapped with.
My mouth opened, ready to fight the matter at hand, but his was already up silencing me before I could speak. I waited patiently, with a look of sour grapes plastered all over my face.
"Accomodations will be met upon your stay, although in exchange for my generosity, I warrant the right to express my interest, and further it by making you the subject of my bidding…" I nodded, given this wasn't my place, and the fact that I was graciously being handed back my life. "True to his word Grimmjow was correct in one aspect." He smiled a little more and turned his face towards mine. "You made it out alive."