Chapter 1

Light.

That was all you saw as you felt your eyes flutter open. A light so blinding, that you couldn't move or react. You only stared out at it until it began to fade slowly away. That's when you took notice of the hole. The hole that was in your upper stomach, just below the chest. You felt emptiness, a need that was suddenly pulled away. All the pain and hatred you lived off of was gone. You were just… nothing.

But as you looked down at the hole in your lower chest, you felt a gentle hand take hold of your chin, forcing you to look up. There was a man. No. His reiatsu was different. He was something else. This feeling. What is he?

"Well good morning little one. Are you feeling alright? You're looking a bit confused. Don't you remember me?"

You did. It was Aizen-sama. Aizen-sama was strong. Aizen-sama was your new boss. He promised you a life better than before, when you were a hollow. You follow him now. You belong to him now. You were his.

You nodded in response and your handsome boss smiled down at you. You continued to stare, and he let go and joined two other companions; one with squinted eyes and white hair and the other with darker skin and his eyes covered (probably blind)

Suddenly you tensed as you felt the other reiatsu in the same room. There they were. Looking at you in curiosity, boredom, hunger? You didn't know. Where they a threat? An ally? Your eyes wondered down to your own body and your mind buzzed with horror. You were completely naked! No clothes at all! Buck naked!

You awkwardly covered your bare body and looked around frantically for Aizen. Most of the other Espada were gone or leaving and Aizen was already sitting on a throne in the center of the room. He was smiling at you, amused by you human reaction. You didn't know what to do, so you stood up normally and stared back at him expectantly. If you were going to work for this guy, the least he could do would be to get you some clothes.

"You will mainly be working with Grimmjow. Come back when you're ready to begin." He said.

A small Arrancar (you remember, that's what you things are called) draped you in a blanket and led you, expressionless, across the dome-like castle to a room just for you. It was all kind of blurry. But when the little thing left, you were dressed all in white and you didn't know what to do then. You looked at yourself in the mirror that was in the large space of your room. You looked pretty damn good in the robes. The silkiness was soft against your cold skin. Your hair was long and (h/c). It was really pretty, but really annoying! You found a comb and combed it out but it still felt too heavy to really move around in. You looked on the bed that you would never sleep in and looked at your sword. You knew you had a Resurreccion but you felt quite confident with a blade. You picked it up and it felt good in your hands as you spun it in your hands a few times. You then lifted it up to the back of your neck and cut your hair off, leaving only a short hairdo that reached just above your ears. Your hair curled up just a bit and you looked in the mirror again.

Damn I look good!

But that didn't matter as much. You needed to cut your hair because it would get in the way of your Resurreccion. You were ready for whatever mission Aizen would want to give you.

One thing slightly disturbed you, though. Your mask that used to cover your face was now on the side of it, defining the features of your eyes. The teeth of your mask barely visible on the side near your lips, curled into a bone chilling grin. It layered down briefly above a portion of your neck on your right side. It looked gruesome, but you were an Espada. Gruesome was the least of your worries.