This is a bleach Fanfiction. All original characters belong to the creators of bleach. Neither i nor my co writer own anything.

Mana and Matsuki are written by two different people. I"m editing this right now and i realize i got the twelfth confused with the ninth. I've corrected what i can find at the moment. It should only be a problem in this first and second chapter.
Please enjoy, yada yada yada.

Mana's POV

There was something about loneliness I completely understood at that part of my life. Maybe it was something I didn't understand until I knew all of them. Not people. They weren't anymore. In a flash of blinding light and excruciating pain I was given a soul. No. no. that wasn't right. Souls, multiple pieces. It didn't seem fair to me. But forgive me; I'm getting ahead of myself. His name was Haru. I was never given the privilege to knowing the rest of his name. Numerous Espada number nineteen. He hated Aizen. I mean, there was hated and then there was his form of hatred. Aizen had pushed him back nearly eighteen spaces too many. He wanted to be where Stark was or better yet where Yammy was.

We were being ignorant really. The way we marched into the town like we could actually do this without a hitch. Who were we fooling? Ourselves apparently. Because of that I'm where I am. Haru brought me, his one Fraccion member to the Soul Society. We managed to get in….Only the mortal God would know how. I know we entered through the Senkimon. We fooled it someway, after Ulqiorra got into it, it only made sense we could. Though, neither of us are as…I mean were as strong as he was. After everything was done we were two of the remaining Arrancar.

Possibly we were supposed to be wiped out. We were meant to be hollows. We were meant to be soulless creatures who fed on others to stave off our own loneliness. We took Aizen up on his word though. Haru made me who I was. Our footsteps echoed softly in the city, at least his did. I never wore shoes. My bare feet were light on the ground, barely disturbing the dust resting on the stone streets. His blonde hair was unmoving, sticking straight up in every direction. His pale green eyes stayed tuned in front of him. I remember them particularly that night. They always held a soft glimmer of a smirk touching them. It reminded me of that bastard Gin. We got into arguments about our hair. I still say mine's prettier than his. That's my opinion though. My own rib cage long sheet of hair blew with the soft wind, strands moving in front of my eyes. It was so different from Los Noches but it was just like it at the same time. There was still a sense of imprisonment there.

"Manashitsugmi," his voice mused. It was light at the moment. It never lasted. There hadn't been a moment since I knew him where it had lasted. My pale purple eyes turned up to him, the moon light reflecting off of the darker flecks in them. The pupils were large, compared to normal at least. I blew a stream of air out of my lips while pushing my hair out of my face. My arrancar outfit did little to protect against any cold. It wasn't as though I felt it anymore though. Any feeling would be good. I want to know how Ulqiorra did it. We spoke about it. Briefly in passing. We both felt things differently. We were…we were learning. Learning was our down fall. My hair fell between my shoulders after a bit of manipulating it. The top of my black and white outfit never slipped. It had no straps so one would think it would. The black bar around the top of the white cloth almost touched the hole placed on my left shoulder.

My eyes turned down to my pants for just a moment. The long legs dragged slightly on the ground, billowing around much like my own hair. "We're close. Change your expression," Haru said patting my head lightly. I simply nodded once watching the back of his uniform has he walked. His body towered over mine. I was short. I knew it. I was only five foot four. Compared to most of the men I was around I was short. The women too. They didn't mock me though. That was my job. No one could do that job better than me.

I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword for a second, taking a deep breath. This was crazy. The Hoguku wasn't something to be messed with. Haru and I had both watched as Aizen fell. I followed close to him after that. There was a sense of foreboding imbedding itself in my bones. I held my hands behind my back, just as he did. My eyes stayed in front, just as his did. I kept my ears open. I wasn't as careless as he was. Wasn't that the original problem? Possibly. I didn't have much time to think of this. Within seconds he had blasted a whole through a wall with his cero. It came out of his hand. So did mine. I was always glad to not have to deal with Cero coming out of my breasts or something. There were some weird places it came out of. For the record and all.

After that it was all downhill. The simple fact of the matter was we were stronger. Months and months training had left us smart. But there was my downfall. Learning had made me confident. I was an Espada. I wasn't meant to be confident. After that everything was a blur. I remember someone snatching me from my neck, Haru disappearing the hoguku in hand. He had left me. His own fraccion. It was expected though. I remember his snide wave as that bloody long needle was inserted into my neck.

When I woke up I was strapped down to a table left only in my underwear. Needles were inserted into my arms, sticky pads attached to cords placed on my temples and above where my heart was. I struggled against the straps, up until a yell ripped its way free from my throat. There were things inserted in my neck too. Deeply actually. It felt like they reached all the way through. I could hear the voices of other people in the room. My eye sight was filled with blind spots from the pain though. Somewhere I thought I felt a semblance of happiness though. I had felt something. "Nemu! None of these are complete!" a male voice yelled. Something about it felt off. It sounded off too. I tried not to listen after that. I could feel someone poking around the hole in my shoulder. It was a numbing feeling. It tingled almost.

There was the sound of air rushing out of a pump then I felt something cold flow through the needles in my neck. It turned warm within moments. That's where there was light. They were there. They filled the hole with their happiness. Their memories, their loves, life, death. I don't know when it stopped. I remember someone placing something in my mouth. I guess I was screaming. I can't say I prefer to think back on that.

When I woke up I was in a room, it was more comfortable than the last. My hair was splayed around me on a bed, my body aching. I pushed myself up into a sitting position only to let out a loud groan and fell back onto the mattress. The soft fabric greeted me less than kindly actually. I rolled over off of the bed and onto the floor. It was hard to use my left arm. My bare legs dragged across the floor, my body, I now noticed, garbed in a borrowed pair of shorts and a tank top. I lifted myself up with my good arm, biting back the pain. I turned my eyes back to look back at the hole that filled my shoulder only to find a thick black ring in its place. The twenty was still in place on my wrist.

I felt something flood through my head and girl with soft brown hair that flowed around her face. Her bright almond eyes were smiling up at me. Or it wasn't me. "Hiya mama!" the girl said holding up a handful of meager yellow flowers. I shook the thoughts away, I tried. That wasn't me. That was someone else. "I picked these for you," she said her smile widening when a tan hand reached out and took them.

That wasn't me! This never happened to me. I wasn't a mother. I wouldn't be one. I refused to believe that it was anything more than a passing effect of whatever they did to me. "How's it feel to have a soul again, Espada?" someone asked from the door way. I turned my head, my arm falling out from under me in that moment.

"This isn't….isn't right," I said, my voice hoarse and scratchy. A wad of clothing was thrown at me, the uniform the opposite of my Arrancar uniform. The design was different. It'd cover up the large circle on my shoulder and the twenty on my wrists. As the final piece of clothing drifted to the floor I watched as he left, a girl with short black hair walking behind him. At the last moment she turned and I swear I heard her say something.

If I did it was, "Welcome to the twelfth Division."

That was three painstaking weeks ago. Three. IF anyone ever knew how terrible it was to have nine different souls inside of them then they should understand this. Every day was the equivalent to ten to me. I saw different memories at different times. It was a pain in my ass when I was trying to fight. No one knew who I was though. They all thought I was Manashitsugmi, the young girl who graduated with the rest of the academy. No one ever saw me without sleeves, no one saw my shoulder.

The tattoos I had from my days as a member of the Fraccion were still in place. There were the birds across back, the words that creeped down my right arm, the only one without a sleeve. It was as though Captain Mayuri simply ripped a sleeve off of my uniform. Lazy. I couldn't say I liked him. I hated him. With a passion actually. If I ever got the chance to kill him I would. But unfortunately someone in me wouldn't let me. I wasn't being persecuted as an enemy to the Soul Society. No one but Mayuri and Nemu knew what happened that day.

My white hair was down cascading down my back. My head was cast down, something used to not be done. I was always worried that someone would see me and know, "hey. She's a bad guy. Kill her." Three weeks and no one had. I worried too much. No. I didn't. It was completely understandable. I was a bad person. This was what guilt was like. I don't like it at all. It was just terrible. I can't understand why the hell normal people would want souls. I was starting to miss having the hole.

Spring was nice. Hueco Mundo doesn't have spring. I look around at the people around me. Most are in groups, smiles on their faces and talking about the latest gathering. I wish I could walk down the streets of Seretti and not worry like they do. I wish. It was starting to become poison to me. The first division had covered up the stolen item well. Soul Society didn't know. They wouldn't know until the Captains meeting. I dread that moment. "I hate you Mayuri," I mutter, my hand reaching up to tentatively touch the needle scar that was on my neck. There were four in total, evenly spaced. I was his new project. I think I'm starting to pity myself.

Matsuki POV

Darkness, that's all I see is darkness. All I know is that my name is Matsuki. I slowly crack my eyes open to see a leave in front of me. Blinking I slowly push myself up onto my hands and knees before I stand up. Looking down at myself I see that I look like a 10 year old girl…so I guess I am a girl. Looking around I tried to find any answer to where I am or how I ended up here.

"Hello?" I called out softly. I received no answer. I looked to my left and saw the top of a building. I decided to make my way towards the building.

I walked for I think about 20 minutes before I heard a twig snap behind me. I turned around quickly but I saw nothing behind me. I started walking again this time a little faster, another twig snapped and I turned around quickly only to see nothing again.

"Hello?" I called again hoping for an answer. When I received none I started to run towards the building. I looked back behind me to see if anyone was following me but I ended up running into something hard. I screamed and closed my eyes before everything went black.

Mana's POV

"Mayuri's white girl!" a loud voice yelled behind me. Internally I groan. I know the voice. Along with the heavy feet. I turned my head to see Kenpachi Zaraki walking toward me. Honestly I didn't want anything to do with the oaf at the moment. He was…power crazed. Haha…Power crazed. I'm an Espada! That's my job. Silly me. I turn slowly, my bare feet sliding in the dust that at one point in their life had not disturbed it. "come with me," he ordered, pointing a large meaty thumb in the direction of the forest. The amethyst orbs that made up my eyes shifted toward the tree line, a soft puff of smoke coming up from the trees. Was this supposed to be interesting? I saw things like that all the time on Hueco Mundo. He was my captain now so I had to listen to him. Well he wasn't my captain per say..

The man turned, not waiting for my answer which wasn't coming. If anything slipped out of my mouth right now I'd get a slap across the face. To say I was still getting used to the concept of being ordered around by these people. I was used to Haru. That low down, sleazy, rat faced, green eyed, plant boy! No. No. I wasn't bitter. No. why on earth would I be bitter? Because I for one am totally cool with having a soul. Actually nine souls. Plus one large vacancy that was my actual soul.

I take a deep breath before beginning to walk behind him. The skirt of my uniform swayed slightly at my knees. My pale legs stuck out from underneath it. They all but matched my hair. I had to say I didn't look half as washed out with the black uniform than the white one. I saw the pink head of the Lieutenant peeping up over his shoulders. There were many people who I actually hadn't met. There were days when I didn't even leave my room. Others when I didn't leave the Division housing.

Within minutes we were met with the Captain of Division six and his lieutenant. The spikey haired red haired kid ignored me. He was the only one though. Byakuya turned his head slightly, glancing back to me with his eyes. It only took him three seconds to assess me and I felt a bit naked again. It was that way every time someone looked me over that way. It was unnerving. I caught up to the edge of the group, hiding back behind Kenpachi. It wasn't really hiding per say. It was just something to avoid my usual defense mechanism of "What the hell are you looking at?"

I know. I know. It is silly but I just don't like being looked over with that kind of look. Too much of Aizen. They all were too much like Aizen. The three ahead of me talked amongst themselves. I liked it. I could avoid trying to talk to them that way. I could get whatever this job was done. Report back to my jerk of a captain and do paper work the rest of the day. That or go down to the lab with Nemu to do tests. All so tempting. The ground quickly turned into the dirt and grass of the forest ground.

I broke off from the other three and circled around. I knew enough to get that if someone tried running then they'd go the opposite direction. If I blocked that then they were trapped like a fly in a spider's web. The voices faded off and my footsteps blended into the sounds of the tree and the wind. I don't know how she didn't notice me. She was laying on the ground. That's when I realized that she was out. Not like out cold but maybe sleeping. Something in between. I watched as she sat up and called to someone. When she started walking I couldn't help but follow. After a while I got into a slight daze. The fact was she wasn't very interesting and the other three were doing a very bad job at finding her.

Then I snapped a twig.

It wasn't something huge. My foot slipped on a rock and snapped the small dry thing. The girl turned around quickly, my own body fading back into it's arrancar state. It was still there. I pressed myself up against the side of the tree, fading slightly into it. It was enough for her eyes to pass over me. That was when she started walking again. Good. Good. Then I take five steps and then I see him.

He was short but not too short. He had his arms wrapped around my waist, his head resting in the crook of my neck. "Zero, don't worry about it. He's gone. Aizen's gone," my voice said. Well it wasn't my voice. It was warmer, like it had honey mixed into it. Then I saw Nemu. She was walking toward the two of us. I shook my head and stepped forward not noticing I had been walking. I stepped on a twig at that moment. Again. Honestly, I was never this bad with the huge hole in my shoulder. I all but threw myself onto the ground to avoid her gaze. I avoided it, luckily. I think. I let out a rough sigh as she started to run. I hear a loud thud and push my body up off of the ground and look back over to her.

By this point Kenpachi, Byakuya, and Pineapple head had decided to show up. I gave a grumble as I climb to my feet, only to duck down to avoid shrapnel from the now gone tree. The girl had made it all but blow up when she ran into it. I can hear the pink haired lieutenant making sounds of approval. As I pick a piece of bark out of my hair and watch as the girl pushes the Captain's head to the side so she has a view to gaze at the Navy haired girl now laying on the ground. Kenpachi picked the girl up with one arm as I start to head back to the Ninth head quarters.

A hand against my chest stops me as a pass the group. I turn my head to look at the red haired man with all of the tattoos and the white head band. I look up into his eyes, trying to find the reason for his stopping me. "Lieutenant Abari. Who are you?" he asks. I blink my eyes once, watching as his eyes shifted from my gaze slightly.

"Tch," I reply shaking my head slightly. I push his hand off of me, internally wincing as his hand brushed my left shoulder, the tips of several fingers brushing where the hole used to be. "I didn't ask nor care," I tell him with a final shove of my hand.

My eyes linger on the girl in Kenpachi's hand. I hope she doesn't end up with Mayuri. No one deserved that. He was a monster. He could have made a very good Hollow. A very, very good one indeed. I continue walking, listening as the footsteps of the others fall in behind me. My walking was slower than theirs, my body quickly falling to the back. The things that I notice as walk was the lieutenant of Byakuya's division glancing back. His eyebrows were furrowed. Maybe he didn't like being treated like that. Whatever it was it was amusing. I ran my thin fingers through my hair, wrapping them around the strands.

"I'll take her to Uno-whatever whatever," I said to the higher ups. I knew the lady had the name. I just didn't know it. I didn't really bother committing names to my memory. At least not often. Kenpachi was saying something to someone. I'm not really paying attention though. I think it's for Yachiru though. I pull the girl out of his hands and carry her like a toddler. She wasn't hard to carry. It was a blessing considering I was short and I weighed in the double digits still. It was hard to eat anything but hollows and they weren't really very filling. The food Soul Society ate wasn't appealing to me either. I suppose I'd have to get used to it. Or die. Though dying didn't sound like a bad idea.

Soon I was at Uno-whogymafligits. I slid the screen open and walked into the Division. I followed a boy to a bed and sat the girl down. "Better than twelve," I whispered to her softly before giving a nod to the woman with the braid that seemed to be on the wrong side of her body. I slipped back out of the building before any one could ask anything. I had to say I didn't really want to fill anything out right now. Tests were sounding nice right about now. With that I set out to find Nemu.