Chapter 1:

AN: this is my first Bleach fanfic so let me know how it is. And by the way Ichigo is about 10 at this time so if it's unclear I figured I'd just let you know ;) and BTW I got this idea from TheStrawbery15's The Twin Arrancar's so you guys should go check it out, I loved it ;)

"There was a disturbance in the world of the living three days ago," the head captain of the 13 court guard squads spoke to all the captains and lieutenants in a meeting, "it involved a living boy and an arrancar."

"An arrancar? Why would an arrancar be after a boy from the world of the living?" a petite, black haired soul reaper lieutenant spoke up.

"The boy has a natural high spiritual pressure and it's reasonable to assume he has been turned by now," the aging head captain said.

"Turned… as in…" a spiky red-head asked.

"Yes, he is probably and arrancar as well, depending on how high his spiritual pressure really is," a tall man with black hair pulled up on the side with silver hair pieces explained.

"But we need to know how much of a threat this boy presents to the soul society, which is why Rukia Kuchiki and Renji Abarai will be going to hueco mundo to scout what they have done to the boy," the head captain ordered.

"Yes sir," both the small blackete and tall red-head said as everyone was dismissed.

Rukia and Renji walked out together in silence, they both were thinking the same thing, 'what are we going to find while looking for a boy in hueco mundo? I doubt it will be good'

Hueco Mundo

A small boy with bright orange hair was thrown into the sand when the man carrying him jumped through the portal and landed in the soft sand below. The boy pushed himself out of the sand enough to see his surroundings. There were dunes and dunes of white sand as far as the eye can see, with dinky little trees poking from the sand struggling to survive.

The orange-head slowly turned to look at the person that had taken him so far away from home. The figure was tall and lean but muscular. His black hair came to about his jaw line and his deep teal eyes seemed to peer into the small boy's soul. On his cheeks were lines that looked like tear tracks that were the same color of his eyes. Over the top left side of his head was what looked like part of a skull, it didn't look human either because of the horn coming off the side. But what unnerved the boy the most was the hole in the man's chest. It was just above his collar bone and it went all the way through, so that the boy could see the sand blowing in the wind behind him.

"Come," the man said without emotion, sounding almost bored.

Given little choice the boy followed but at a safe distance.

They walked in silence as they came up to a huge castle. They boy slowed as he admired the outside and imagined what it was like inside. When he realized the older male was leaving him behind he ran to catch up.

They took many twists and turns so the small boy was sure if he had to run there was no way he would remember how to get out the way they came in. They then came to a large door that was decorated all fancy and it reminded him of a throne room in the movies.

The doors came open and inside looked exactly like a large throne room. And just like in all the movies, the king was sitting in the chair in the middle of the room with guards on either side of him. He smiled when he saw the pair walk in. He had slicked back brown hair and a cruel look in his eyes.

"Ulquiorra, your back, and I see your mission was a success," he said as he looked at the small boy behind Ulquiorra, "what's your name?"

"I-Ichigo Kurosaki," the boy said his voice shaking slightly.

"Why don't you follow me and we can get you situated for your stay with us?" though it sounded like a question Ichigo knew it wasn't a request.

He nodded and followed him to a room and watched him pull out a small glowing gem, "this may sting a bit," he said and before Ichigo could do or say anything the gem was thrust towards him until it touched his chest.

He screamed in agony as he felt himself changing. He didn't know why but it didn't feel right, but it didn't feel completely wrong either. He didn't register that he fell to his knees and screamed his throat raw. Until he was engulfed in the peaceful nothingness of unconsciousness where he felt nothing but a slight breeze as he fell the rest of the way down to the floor with a soft thud next to him.