Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I did, I'd have Stark and Grimmjow all to myself. But seriously. The Japanese manga series is both written and illustrated by Tite Kubo
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Dark. It was always dark in Las Noches. Quiet, calm, and utterly…boring. It was like this for as long as she could remember; ever since she first opened her eyes to that uncanny smile. A smile that could only hold nothing but deception and secrets. And in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but remember it. It wasn't something she dwelled upon for long, although looking around she couldn't help but also notice, and remember, the man with the Cheshire grin as well as the dark skinned man. Turning her head back to the first man, she only stared. Still he smiled until finally he spoke,
"Welcome to Hueco Mundo. Sabraiel Jaggarjaques, Cero Easpada"
Sabraiel Jaggerjaques. The cero espada. Master Aizen's pride and joy, secretly ranked even above Ulquiorra. Perhaps that reason alone was the cause of his unrelenting loathing of her. That, and the fact that her brother, Grimmjow, considered him his arch-enemy. By blood, the two were not related. It just so happened that they looked the same. It was more of a jeering comment from the other arrancar, more mocking Grimmjow that a girl who looked like him was ranked both higher and was more favored by Aizen. It wasn't as if she cared, but she could see where the resemblance lay. Her eyes were the same teal shade and were slanted oh so similarly, and her hair held the same oceanic blue hue. The only difference was that she held no pattern under her eyes (for she was of the genus canis, not the panther), and the uncanny strands of red hair that seemed to have been randomly colored in as if by accident. Her hollow hole was located exactly above her left breast, an ironic indication of her heartless and hollow nature. What adds the irony of it all is the fact that she, out of all the Espada, seems to have the most emotion and sentimentality. The remains of her hollow mask (separated eye sockets) have moved to her shoulders, the eye sockets placed directly on top of the crook of the shoulders and her number zero is located on her left hip. Her clothing consists of the average white and black design though she wears only enough upper garments to cover her cleavage. She wears elbow length gloves on each arm and a skirt that is split on both sides, giving her better movement. She is also often seen not wearing shoes, as she has stated that they only manage to slow her down. Although she resents it, Aizen regularly sends her to Szayzell so that he can further experiment on how to create her into a truly perfect tool.
Her manners also differ from that of Grimmjow. She is quiet, only speaking when either being spoken to or having an argument, but she can have uncharacteristic bursts of energy that usually appear during fights. She relies on speed and enjoys psychological torment more than power and physical pain. Unlike other arrancar, she seems to have an endless inner turmoil, which usually manifests in the form of a small wince or a quick turn of the head. Recently, shadows have plagued her sleep and she has been visiting Szayzell more and more frequently.
On her most recent visit, she had staggered - an unexpected event coming from her - breaking her graceful stride. If it weren't for a hand resting around her waist, she would have definitely fallen. Turning swiftly, she spotted her…savior. It was none other than Stark, who eyed her lazily. Quickly looking around, Sabraiel did not spot his Fraccion anywhere. Although bewildered, she slowly readjusted herself in an upright position and, nodding her thanks to Stark, turned and continued walking towards Szayzells lab. An unknown pain was blossoming around her hollow hole, and she had to grit her teeth to stop from growling. If she did not fix this soon there would be problems, and she could not afford that to happen. She would not be bested by Ulquiorra because of something so small. Unconciously, she quickened her steps and passed a comically confused Grimmjow.
A/N: This chapter is basically an overview of her character, and I'll be going into her release form once she finally gets into a battle…if that truly ever happens. Right now, I'm debating about it so…yea. Anyway, I kinda just started off with Stark but the others will come in one by one. Yes, she and Grimmjow are on…good terms and a few other things will come up in the next chapter. So, R&R! Oh! And quick note: even if she is the Cero Espada, she's the youngest of them born, you'll find out late, and she looks as though she's nineteen.