My New Beginning
History is Bound To Repeat Itself
The world could be so cruel. My friends and I had taken every hit that fate decided to through at us, but we never expected this. I guess something of such a human origin would be bound to through us off-kilter.
When Ichigo had first become a Soul Reaper, Rukia stepped into our lives and brought with her a whole new world and perspective. This new world was also equipped with its own problems too. Problems that somehow got placed on Kurosaki-kun's shoulders.
It was because of Kurosaki-kun that Sado-kun and I got our powers. We had upset the balance of this crazy universe, our motley crew of unique humans. Kurosaki-kun had saved Rukia from being killed, he protected us from the Bounts, and when his inner hollow sought to take him over, he went to the Vizards to learn control. And when the arrancars attacked and kidnapped me, he came to my rescue. He even defeated Aizen at the cost of his powers.
But it was because of all these challenges that we had overcome together, that we seemed to forget that we were humans bound by human laws.
At it was one of those laws that took me away from my friends.
It was illegal for a child under 18 to live with out a guardian. And I had been doing just that since my brother died. We all tried to fight it, but what could we do? We were just a bunch of abnormal kids with privileges in a world humans couldn't even see.
And so they sent me away. I packed my things and was sent to a home in America. I stayed in Karakura Town for about three-months before I went to California. In those three months I spent time with my friends, learning English and packing all of my stuff.
It was with a heavy heart that I left Karakura Town, my friends, my home, and all that had transpired here behind. I was going to head off to a new land with new people, hopefully a people that would accept me as I am.
Elsewhere, in California:
"Boys, get up you're going to be late for school!" Gin's voice shouted from the living room. With a quiet groan, I pulled the covers over my head. On the other side of the room, Grimmjow groaned loudly and rolled over. The imbecile had been on the edge of the bed and he hit the floor with a thud. "Fuck! Damn it, why the hell am I on the floor?" with a glance in my direction he said, "Hey, Ulquiorra! Did ya hear what I said? I asked you why the hell I was on the floor!"
His voice began to grate on my nerves, and I sat up in bed a frown marring my face. "You rolled off the bed just like you do every morning Grimmjow. How dare you insinuate that I had any part in your imbecilic behavior, or that I would go so far as to push you off of your bed. Think about it for a second. Why would I push you off the bed just so that you could accuse me? Also, you are a very light sleeper and you would've sensed my presence before I even touched you. Trash."
With that I got up out of my bed and made my way into the bathroom. I quickly showered, the hot water sliding down my body creating a feeling of bliss. I grabbed a towel and used it to dry my shaggy midnight hair, then wrapped it around my waste. As I entered my room, I grabbed my white polo shirt and tan pants. Grabbing an emerald tie that matched my eye color I fastened it around my neck.
Grimmjow emerged from the walk in closet. His sky-blue hair was tousled and some loose pieces fell over his tanned skin and into his cerulean eyes. His white polo had the top buttons undone, his tan slacks were slightly wrinkled and his tie hung loosely about his neck. "We better get downstairs for breakfast, cuz if we don't Nnoitra will have eaten all the food with that big idiot Yammy."
With a nod in reply, I slipped my hands into the pockets of my slacks and accompanied Grimmjow down the oak stairs. We entered the dining room. All of the others were already seated, and two seats were left empty. Aaroniero and his twin Arrurerie were sitting next to each other at the end of the table, their spiky black hair in disarray. Szayel with his glasses, gold calculating eyes, and pink hair sat next to them. Yammy, a giant of a boy, sat across from them, his hulking form taking up the space of two people. Next to him was Nnoitra, even sitting his lanky form towered over everyone else his messy midnight hair falling into his eyes. Towards the end of the table was Tia, her blonde hair standing out strikingly against her mocha skin accompanied by light blue eyes. Tia was the only female in the myriad of people who lived at Ichimaru'sHomeforTeenagers.The noise from the conversation was probably loud enough to be heard by Mrs. Plumb our neighbor.
Just after Grimmjow and I sat at the table, a yawn was heard. Starrk, the oldest in our group besides Tia, ambled down the stairs, his brown hair falling in his face and his gray eyes hazy with slumber.
"It took ya long enough, Starrk!" Nnoitra rumbled, cackling as Starrk blinked dazedly. "Stop being ridiculous Nnoitra. Good morning Coyote, how are you?" Tia asked calmly. "Pretty good, Halls, I could use some more sleep though." Starrk then took his place near the head of the table and promptly fell asleep.
Gin came out the kitchen holding a feast; the smell of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and pancakes wafted through the room. His ever-present smile and closed eyes gazed over all of us. "Breakfast is served!" Gin said with a flourish. "Did you cook it cuz if you did, who the hell are you and what the fuck did you do with Gin Ichimaru?" Nnoitra asked with suspicion. Gin promptly walked over to him and wacked him on the head with his wooden spoon. "No don't worry, Mrs. Plumb cooked it. She said ever since her kiddies left tha nest, she's been makin' extras of everythin' and offered ta cook fer us sometimes." With a shout of joy Nnoitra replied, "Yay! No more burnt eyes, bacon, toast and pancakes. There must be a God somewhere!"
Gin opened his eyes, his ruby irises sparkling with anger. "Would ya like ta say tha again?" Nnoitra hastily shook his head, gulping audibly. Then Gin walked over to Starrk, wacked his head with the wooden spoon and startling the sleeping man to consciousness.
"Okay everybody eat up, I got some excitin news! We're havin a new little kiddy join our little group. Her name's Orihime Inoue, so be nice. Apparently, she's been livin on her own for a while since her brother's death. Recently, the police found out and are sendin her out 'ere, since its illegal in Japan for a minor ta live on their own. She'll be arrivin' today sometime after ya return from school."
"Why was she living with her brother, doesn't she have parents?" Grimmjow asked with curiosity. To be frank, I was thinking along the same lines. "Well, the girl wouldn't specify but the police thing it had ta do with abuse. You'll have to ask her yourself," Gin replied. With a glance at the clock Gin said, "Okay, ya better get goin'. If ya don' leave soon, ya'll be late fer school."
With that Gin rushed us out of the house.
Hmm… OrihimeInoue.Iwonderwhatyou'llbelike.Andwhydoesthatnamesoundsofamiliar?Nomatter,Iwillfindoutsoonenough.
Later that day, with Orihime:
The taxi pulled up to large, cozy looking house. It was a pale blue color, with beautiful white finishes that outlined the windows. The front door was made of oak and had complex designs with a shinny gold handle. The yard was in perfect condition. Green covered every inch of the lawn, with rosebushes littering the edges of the property. Tulips grew around a bird fountain made of marble. Footballs, soccer balls, volleyballs, Frisbees and similar items were spread around half-hazardly.
With a slight smile, I stepped out of the taxi and into the afternoon sun.
Maybe this won't be so bad. I can make new friends, a new nakama. I'll be just fine.
Grabbing my bags, I stepped onto the sidewalk and began to walk up the pathway to the front door. Then the wonderful silence of the afternoon was shattered.
"Grimmjow you bastard! Get the fuck back here! First, I'm gonna beat the living shit outta you then I'm gonna beat you up some more! And I ain't gonna stop until you're begging on the floor for mercy! FUCK YOU GRIMMJOW JAGGERJACK!"
Grimmjow! What are the odds, some kid has the same name as the Sexta Espada!
"You wanna come and say that to my face you fuck-head! Like you could beat the shit outta me you lanky bastard!"
Nnoitra- that's the name of the Cinco Espada, the one that almost killed Kurosaki-kun!
"Boys, boys! Stop yur fightin', that girl is gonna be here any minute and I don' need you two idiots scarin' 'er off!"
Then suddenly a tall lanky boy with midnight hair that went down past his soldiers tumbled out the front door with a brawny boy with neon blue hair that was tousled and slightly spiked.
Blue hair, brawny- I only know one person with that color hair and name. There's no way that could be him though. Nnoitra almost killed him back in Hueco Mundo!
I watched in slight horror as the proceeded to brawl, fists flying and insults echoing in the air around them. Then came the piece de resistance. Gin Ichimaru, theoneandonlyGinIchimaru, stepped out the front door his famous smile missing and ruby eyes visible burning with wrath. Then his eyes drifted over to me. They widened in surprise. He quickly grabbed Grimmjow and Nnoitra by the scruff and told them to get back inside.
"Hello, Hime. My name's Gin Ichimaru and I'm gonna be yur caretaker until yur 18 years old."
That creepy smile was back and his eyes were closed in mirth. He led me up the stairs to the front door. Gin opened it announcing, "Hey kiddies, come and meet the new girl. Hurry up, we can't wait all afternoon for ya!"
Slowly, one-by-one, a bunch of kids about my age came down the tall wooden stairs. Then Gin introduced them to me. "That one right there with the brown wavy hair and sleepy gray eyes is Coyote Starrk, but we jus' call 'im Starrk. The only other girl in tha group is miss Tia; doesn't she jus' have the prettiest blonde hair ya ever seen? The quiet pale one with black hair and emerald eyes is Ulquiorra…"
Ulquiorra is alive!
Part of me was so happy that he was alive while another part, the part that had been damaged from my experiences in Hueco Mundo was cautious.
"The two stooges that you met outside, who were tryin the beat the life outta each other are Grimmjow," he pointed to the one with cerulean hair, "and Nnoitra." Then he turned me towards the final four people, "Here is Szayel, the two twins are Aaroniero and Arrurerie, and that hulkin figur' is Yammy."
Gin then moved his arm in a sweeping motion as if he was a salesman selling these people. "So what do ya think of 'em?" There was only one word that stayed in my brain and that was exactly what I whispered, "Espada." The world suddenly started spinning and the last thing I remember was my name being called before I fainted.