A/N: I got a 10 page paper. You know the one from the beginning of the semester. Haven't even done a page and its due in less than 10 hours. I'm so terrible. Anyway, the poll for my upcoming story is still on my page. Please vote.

I got this idea while trying to type up more of Reaction Shot and listening to the Classic mix of Chemical Plant Zone from Sonic Generations. Straaange isn't it?

Anyway, this will feature a bit of a mix of the Japanese and English terms. So names will be last name first name, save for a few characters, and terms for places and such.

Welcome to the Soul Society

Chapter 1: Surprised to be Dead

When a hollow was slain by a Soul Reaper, their spirits were sent to the Soul Society.

Arrancar were no exception.

During the Winter War, many of these said Arrancar had been placed throughout the different areas and districts of Rukongai. None of the Soul Reapers knew about it, and most of them didn't even consider it. The former killing machines had a life of their own, or death rather, and each of them that were purified received a rather big shock when they found out.

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Nnoitra awoke with a start. He wasn't sure what was going on, only that everything was absurdly quiet. He blinked a few times and looked around. He appeared to be in a shack of sorts. The roof to the place was made of wooden planks and covered by various worn down cloth. The walls were just about the same. The floor was nothing but dirt, and there was little to no furniture except for a table, and a pair of chairs.

From his look around, he discovered he was in a bed. Or rather, an excuse for one. It consisted of nothing more than poorly sewn together cloth with hay stuffed inside. He could tell it was hay due to small amounts leaking out.

Just where was he?

Nnoitra tried to remember what had happened, but nothing was really coming up. He knew his name, had a basic understanding of how to live, and for some reason a rather large dislike to women. It wasn't long before someone entered the shack and smiled his way.

"Ah, you're awake. How are you feeling?" the person asked.

It was a woman, and once again Nnoitra found himself lost at why he didn't like her. He didn't even know her. She was a frail looking thing with dark red hair tied in a loose bun. In her hands were two medium sized looking barrels with long ropes on the ends. She wore a simple dark blue yukata with dark red diamond patterns all over. Her tired looking brown eyes stared expectantly at him for an answer.

"Fine. I'm fine." He answered. The hoarseness of his voice made him clear his throat.

"You must be thirsty. I managed to fetch some water. Can you walk?"

Nnoitra pulled away the worn sheets from his body and lifted himself to his feet, grumbling when he couldn't stand his full height due to the low ceiling. The woman's eyes widened at his extremely large height and stepped back.

"My, you're so tall! Oh how rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself yet. I am Maiko Izayoi." Izayoi giggled lightly. "Apparently to others I am like a Maiko at times, so I took that to be my last name. What are you called?"

"Nnoitra… Gilga."

"Mr. Gilga. That's an unusual name. Well then, have a seat please."

He did as asked and took a seat at the table. In front of him were two simple cups, and a large, empty bowl.

The woman lifted one of the barrels and poured water into the one closest to him and nodded. She was elegant in her movements despite the barrels large size. Whatever a Maiko was, it must have been something girly.

After a few gulps of the refreshing beverage, he turned to her.

"Just where are we?"

The woman took the seat across from him and folded her hands on the table.

"You must be new. We're in Zaraki, the 80th district of North Rukongai. You look like a strong man, though, I'd advise you to try and get away from here, and to a higher district."

Nnoitra raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

Izayoi looked nervous to answer at first, but she continued regardless.

"As someone familiar with this area, I'll tell you now that you were lucky I found you. Rukongai is broken into 320 districts. Each branching from 1 to 80. The 80 are divided from North, South, West and East and extend from the Seretei, where the Soul Reapers and Nobility live. The 1st district is the most peaceful, while as the numbers get higher, the violence and poverty also increase."

"Eh? Well if it's so violent why are you still here?"

Once again, the woman didn't look as though she wanted to answer.

"I cannot leave. You see, if I do- well… I… Never mind. I'm sorry. B-but enough of that. I'm going to make everything depressing." She attempted to giggle as she did before but failed.

"So how the hell did I get here then?"

This seemed to bring a genuine smile to Izayoi's face.

"You're dead of course."

Well that was new. Nnoitra's thin eyes widened and he gave the woman a long, hard stare.

"What?"

"You're dead. This is where all souls start off basically after they die. Er, not all. Put it like this, they're more or less scattered. You just so happened to wind up here, in Zaraki."

It took a few minutes of silence for him to fully process everything, and in that time questioned began to form in the dozens. Just how did he die seemed to be at the top of his list for some unknown reason. And he highly doubted Izayoi knew.

Nnoitra rolled his shoulders and stood once again. Other than a slight ache from his chest, he felt fine and decided sitting with some woman wasn't going to do him any good. After all, there was a better possibility of him finding answers outside of the shack.

"Thanks for the water, I'm leaving."

Izayoi stood and bowed as he made his way out of the small area.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gilga. Please be safe."

The outside area was a relief from the cramped space of the tiny home. It was approaching evening time and the sky was beginning to tint with red. Nnoitra stretched and began to walk around in order to fully take in his surroundings. The shack was like a fully furnished home based off of what met his eyes. The other poor excuses for buildings looked as though they were going to collapse of even the smallest breeze blew by. The place itself looked as though it was meant to be a residential area. But there weren't many 'homes'. Each faced across from another, and lined up with varied spaces in between. Izayoi's seemed to be in the middle. To his left, there were more sturdy looking buildings and he decided to head in that direction. Along the way, different men and women lay on the street, shivering and dirty. Some were huddled in groups, and others looked so skinny they were on the verge of death, again.

"Well well! Looks like our little Maiko got a customer!"

Nnoitra turned and watched as a fat, balding, as well as hairy man exited from an alleyway. He grinned, exposing brown teeth and a few that were missing.

"So, how was she?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The man tilted his head.

"What the hell do you mean what am I talkin' about? Maiko! That whore from down the street! I saw you walk out of there lookin' as refreshed as a damned Noble. Speakin' of Nobles, you sure got one helluva clean look there."

Clean? Nnoitra looked down at himself and was a bit surprised. He wore a yukata just like everyone else, only his was completely white except for the edges and sash. Not even a speck of dust soiled it.

"Hey! You listenin' to me?"

" I ain't do a thing so fuck off." Nnoitra barked back after being pulled from his thoughts.

"The hell did you just say to me boy!" The man pulled a knife from the front of his dirty yukata and advanced to Nnoitra. "I'll teach you a lesson!"

He wasn't sure where it came from, like most of the things Nnoitra was discovering about himself, but the instinct to dodge and break the man's jaw. Nnoitra's formerly pristine clothing now had a red splatter on the front. With a loud snap, the man fell to the dirt ground and screamed in agony. Some of the local residents gave a passing glance to the scene but ignored it as though it happened every day. Perhaps this was what Izayoi meant when she said this place was violent.

The man spouted curses of every kind while cradling his face. Maybe it was his pride or plain idiocy, but the man stood once more and tried to attack again. This time, Nnoitra broke the arm in which he held the knife and watched as he rolled on the ground, howling in pain.

Nobody seemed to care about him, so Nnoitra shrugged it off and continued on his way. Though, as odd as it was, it didn't seem to disturb him much. It was as though violence was second nature, and inflicting pain gave him a bit of joy. Whatever the cause may be, he did his best to ignore it.

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Only an hour had passed before Nnoitra found himself facing trouble once again. It was much darker than before, and more people were appearing on the streets. Thinking it was best to find a place to stay for the night, he wandered into an area with red lights. His search for shelter was disrupted when a group of what Nnoitra could only place as thugs surrounded him.

"Them clothes on ya back look pretty damn nice. And that eye patch too. How about you give it to us. The blood ain't no problem, but you are." The leader said.

Eye patch? He didn't even realize he was wearing one. Still, that wasn't important at the moment.

They were all a skinny bunch, and none even came close to Nnoitra's height. Each brandished a sword and a dirty grin. It wasn't as though the prospect of a fight bothered him, but it was beginning to become a bit of an annoyance seeing as how weak they all seemed. It was like being pestered by small children.

"I'll tell you the same thing I told the last guy who messed with me. Fuck off." Nnoitra rolled his visible eye causing the men to instantly grow hostile.

"Fine then! C'mon boys, let's fuck this punk up!" the leader yelled.

The first to fall just so happened to be the smallest. He didn't even look like a grown man, but he was still given a brutal fist to the face, instantly knocking him out. The second fell after Nnoitra twisted his neck, and the third cried out after Nnoitra broke both of his arms and shattered a rib with a well placed kick. The leader looked angry and afraid after watching his few followers fall.

"You gonna come on?" Nnoitra prompted.

Decision made, the leader yelled as he lunged to his opponent, only to be grabbed by the front of his robes and have his sword taken right from his hands. Nnoitra lifted him off the ground and to his eye level.

"Listen. I'm getting a bit tired of you damn morons trying to attack me today. I just want a place to sleep, and some directions to get out of this trash heap. Now are you gonna tell me anything? Or am I going to have to choke a bitch?"

"I-I'll tell you! Please don't kill me!" he begged.

Nnoitra didn't let go, and glared at the man further.

"Talk."

"D-down that street! T-to the left! There's a path that leads to the 79th district. There aren't any inns here! S-so only there aren't any inns here! I swear!"

After a full moment, Nnoitra let go.

"I'm keeping this sword. Give me the sheath."

The leader scrambled to remove the sheath from his sash and shakily gave it to Nnoitra. The dark haired man nodded and placed it in his own before turning and continuing on his way.

"W-wait! Please!"

Nnoitra irritably turned back to the leader while scowling.

"What?" he called back.

"Could you- could you please tell me your name?"

"Nnoitra. Nnoitra Gilga."

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That was chapter 1. I have no idea when I'll be updating this again since it was one of my late night random thoughts. Tell me what you think. I'll only be adding in the Espada and possibly Arrancar who were killed by the Gotei 13. So yeah, sorry Ulquiorra fans. Same goes for Grimmjow, who most likely isn't dead since his death wasn't on screen and he was cut down by Nnoitra himself. I won't be including some others, like Szayel, since he and Aaroniero were seen in hell. (It was a promo for Hell Chapter)

Please review if you want to see this continued. Now I gotta do that paper.