The sky was dark with overcasting clouds that threatened to spill their contents onto the streets below as Orihime made her way to Ichigo's house. Her heart was racing along with her thoughts the closer she came to seeing Ichigo. He had risked his very soul to save her and she had nearly caused his defeat by aiding the enemy and still he had forgiven her with a smile. The war was over, Aizen was defeated and Ichigo suffered greatly from his injuries. It had been her fault Aizen's forces had remained so strong, had she not healed them they may not have caused so much destruction. It had been very foolish of her to not see through Aizen's plan and because of her lack of faith in Ichigo and her friends she had put them all in danger.

Upon arriving outside Ichigo's home she could see Rukia and Ichigo arguing over Ichigo's current condition. It seemed he wanted to go and continue to train without fully recovering and had refused to trouble her to come and heal him. As Orihime heard Rukia getting further angered by Ichigo's stubbornness, she decided it would be best to wait for things to settle down. As she sat waiting calmly with her umbrella in hand prepared for the possible rainstorm that loomed overhead threatening to begin at any moment, she let her thoughts wander. How could she have been so lacking in faith in Ichigo? He had never let her down before and now because of her actions he had been rushed into a battle where she had freely used her powers to restore his enemies to their full strength. This is why it had taken some time for her to muster the courage to come see him. Her fear and guilt despite his forgiving nature she still blamed herself for what had happened. Finally she had mustered the courage to come and confess her true feelings to Ichigo and she knew he felt the same, why else could he forgive her of something so unspeakable. Ichigo always cared for her and treated her with respect and he never showed interest in any other women. The only other woman even close to him was Rukia and they had both made it clear she and Ichigo are more like siblings than anything else.

The sudden silence jarred her from her thoughts and she looked up at the window and found to her horror Ichigo and Rukia, lips joined and falling towards Ichigo's bed. They had lied, they were lovers and they had played her for a fool this entire time! Her eyes filled with tears that overflowed stinging her cheeks. All the times Rukia had sworn to her there was nothing between them, Ichigo himself telling her Rukia was just a friend, and finally Ichigo risking his life and hers to save Rukia came into her mind. He hadn't come to save her from Aizen, but he came to save her to heal Rukia! The only one he really cared about was Rukia and this entire time leading her on had only been to keep her around to help him protect Rukia. She let out an enraged scream and wished with her whole heart to reject time, space, and even reality itself. Her powers obliged her and when her eyes next opened she stood in the deserted palace of Aizen.

Her eyes still moist from tears blinked several times to focus on her surroundings, she knew this place, it was Aizen's chamber and there before her shimmering and dark was the Hogyoku. It was different somehow, it was darker and this time it called to her very soul. This was not the same Hogyoku, the other had no real dark or light, it just simply was. This one however, it glowed with a deep darkness that resonated with the emotions Orihime had kept hidden for so long, it resonated with her own desires and darkness she had denied for so long. Vengeance, hatred, betrayal, lust, and envy filled her mind despite how hard she tried to deny them. Somehow this Hogyoku seemed to have all the answers and if she could just take hold of it perhaps she could figure out what was going on. As she grasped it she found herself wrapped in a vortex of energy, the dark Hogyoku merged itself into her body and a sharp pain came from her chest. When the smoke cleared a very different woman now stood, her hair, a darkened red and her eyes, the shade of a deep dark amber, she smirked at her own reflection against the polished palace walls.

Her physical features were not the only thing to change. Her clothes resembled her former Arrancar outfit with some major exceptions. A great deal of cloth was lacking much like the modesty she once had. A strapless mini dress mainly white with the black incurve similar to the Arrancar outfit she had once donned for Aizen. A matching curve was mimicked around her breasts, this time without black material so to expose cleavage. She smirked and looked at the mark above where her heart once beat in her chest, now there was a seal in the form of the Hogyoku. There was no longer a heart beating within her chest, she gave up her humanity to the Hogyoku and it replaced the heart in her chest taking away her emotions and leaving only dark desires. She took the Shun Shun Rikka from her hair and changed them into a pair of gloves and her umbrella into a sleeveless white trenchcoat with a black lining. With another look into her reflection she smirked her approval to herself and then her eyes flashed red and two dark masses appeared behind her slowly rising to their feet.

Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were dazed and unaware of how they suddenly found themselves in the palace once more and were further confused by the woman standing with her back to them though only Grimmjow voiced his confusion. "HEY WHAT THE HELL GIVES?! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU LADY!" Ulquiorra was quick to motion at him to be silent as he spoke softly addressing their summoner, "Orihime Inoue, why have you brought us here?" Grimmjow was stunned as the scent hit him and it was indeed Orihime, the once sweet and delicate young girl he had met before and had healed his arm, but her scent was different, dangerous. "O..Ori...hime?" She spun to meet his gaze and he was floored by the difference in her appearance, she was obviously no longer the human he once knew. "More or less, though I do not think that name suits me much any more... hmm what shall I call myself?" Her voice was like a siren song but sent chills down his spine as if it were a banshee death cry. "Hmm, I know, I shall call myself Shita... after Hason Shita ōjo, The Corrupted Princess. I do think it suits my new self much better, don't you Ulqy-Kun?" She smirked and glanced his way and he kneeled before her, "Yes it does Lady Shita, please, might I know your reason for bringing us to your service?" Grimmjow knew if Ulquiorra was on his knees to her that she was no joke and he did the same. "How may we serve you Lady Shita?" he said in a low growl like tone and bowed his head. She smirked with delight and replied in a delighted manner, "Simple Grimmy-poo," she paused and looked to Ulquiorra, "and Ulqy-Kun, I want you to kill Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki, and I want it to be a death filled with suffering and torment."

Both looked at one another and then back to her, Ulqy as stone faced as ever and Grimmy with a huge sadistic grin painted across his face as they replied in unison, "As you wish, Lady Shita."