Authors note: Hey guys, Okay so this is my first fanfic so be nice and thanks for taking the time to read this first instalment!
Anyway I'm still deciding whether or not to make this into a story so, it depends on you guys! Seeing as I'm new to this I'll take any advice you guys give me, it's much appreciated!
I slightly changed things in this so if you get confused just ask me ;) So of the characters may seem OOC but I'll do my best anyway enjoy!
Prologue
Huenco Mundo was quiet. The desert land was preparing itself for battle the sky roared releasing its wrath upon the land. Rain fell like shattered glass, the pitter patter of its glory awoke the autumn haired girl, her chestnut eyes opened, it was time.
Aizen was sending the Espada to Karakura town, a small village homed to a substitute soul reaper, Ichigo Kurosaki, a newly substitute soul reaper appointed by the soul society, or so their sources told them.
"Ichigo…." The name intrigued her, she had heard many tales of this *Ichigo* from the recent battle that had took place in Karakura town. Grimmjow had said very little of the boy he had fought his only words consisted of "kill and vengeance".
Though she was still a little curious, she let out a sigh, rising from her bed she got dressed readying herself for battle. She pulled on her white dress that was decorated in black layers.
She peered up through her curled lashes at her reflection in the mirror that hung in the middle of the room. A pale beautiful, orange haired girl stared back at her, her eyes looked too big for her face, they were filled with chestnut browns. Her cascaded down her back.
Taking a deep breath she made her way to Aizen, Aizen the man whom took her in, who gave her shelter, he thought her how to control her abilities. A fond smile played across her crimson lips. She owned him everything, At the age 10, her brother had just died.
The mere thought of him still made her eyes water, her brother oh how she missed him, she would of done anything to bring him back but much to her disappointment she couldn't. Aizen had come to pay her a visit on the night of her dear brother's passing.
He explained to her that she was unique and special. He spoke of her abilities of which she had no clue of them at the time. He promised her he could teach her to control them and even grow stronger. But most importantly he promised to protect her.
He held out his hand to her, seeking her answer to his offer, hesitantly she gripped his muscular hand, his hand was warm and comforting. Soon after he had taken her to his home Hueco Mundo. There she learned how to use and control her powers. But yet she still felt alone and isolated from the world.
Now she was seventeen, a full grown woman and ready for battle. She knew she had to fight not only to show her appreciation for all Aizen had done for her but to prove to herself she was strong and ready do to him proud.
She was ready for this she had trained for years with Aizen, now it was her time to fill her duties. She looked down at her left arm the number 7 was tattooed into her skin, she caressed the mark, and still to this day she remembers the burning pain of mark being burned into her skin.
The number reminded her of where her place was among the other Espada. It gave her a purpose or so she thought.
She heard a sight tap on her door, "Come in", Ulquiorra stood before her, his emerald eyes gazed upon hers. His eyes always looked so sad and lost, she couldn't help but wonder about him. He was a mystery, she never really got to talk to him or the others not that much.
Aizen preferred her to stay by his side, he advised her to always stay close by him and not to wander to far. She bit her lip staring into the depths of his curious eyes, "are you ready Orihime Inoue?". He waited patiently for her response.
Orihime swallowed to lump in her throat. "Yes…, let us go to Karakura town."
Ulquiorra cocked his head to the side as if assessing her "so the battle begins"