Hello, Everyone! This will be my first crossover story! I got this idea while reading City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare! This is in honor of a dear friend of mine, Tiffany- who will be the first main OC-, who just graduated! Congratulations and I wish you luck, Taichou! ^_^

Also, Aizen is in the story as Nezia, which is Aizen spelled backwards (aizeN) Hope you like his bit*hy self in this story!

Light shined through the single, bleary window of Tiffany's cell, causing the said person to groan and sit up on her hay-covered floor. Her long, curly, and fiery orange hair cascaded down her back, with hay stuck in it. She got herself into a kneeling position and breathed deeply, smelling the damp prison cell.

What did I do to get stuck in here? Tiffany thought.

She heard footsteps thudding along the hallway and crawled to the bars of her cage, hoping to get a glimpse of a living being in this dark, quiet, and damp place. A huge, hulking man walked toward her row, holding something that appeared to be a person by the scruff of his- or her- neck.

"Arev, when will the games begin? I really, really want to watch them kill each other! I haven't gotten my yearly dose of bloodbath," A female voice said, "And you know how I get when I miss even a small part of it!"

The man- Arev, Tiffany presumed- replied, "Soon. This will be the last contestant. You need to learn to be more patient, Nezia."

Just then, the two people- three if you count the unconscious kid that was dangling by Arev's hands- walked in Tiffany's view. She made out that Arev was a tall, middle-aged man- maybe six foot, three inches-, thin and wiry, with a blank expression. He wore a luxurious black and white cloak with all-black attire underneath. His most shocking features would be his hair, which was blood red, as if he soaked it in blood. Now, for his female partner, the same couldn't definitely be said. She was short- maybe four foot, nine inches, give or take-, skinny (A/N: Not anorexic, I hope XP), woman in her mid-twenties with a cheerful expression and a smile plastered on her face. She wore a white miniskirt patterned with blood- painted, Tiffany hoped- and a tight-fitting white shirt that had blood around its hems. They walked to the cell opposite to Tiffany's, opened the barred door and threw the boy inside, unceremoniously, might she add.

She shouted, "What the heck am I doing here? Let me out!"

Arev turned around to face her and said, "Be quiet, you trash."

Nezia cheerfully commented, "Be nice, Arev! You know, I just realized that you are quite pretty! It's unfortunate that you'll be going to your death in a week, since I like pretty things!"

Tiffany was taken aback by Nezia's cheerfulness and snapped, "What the hell? Just let me out! I went to sleep last night in my own bed and woke up in this prison; I demand answers and I want them now!"

Arev smirked cruelly at her and asked, "So you want answers? Well, fine. Nezia, tell her."

Nezia giggled, "Okay! You have been chosen among others to participate in the Zanpakutō Tournament! You know about the ZT right? Everyone with a Zanpakutō goes up against each other and competes for the opportunity to enter the Soul Society or become a guardian."

Tiffany gasped, "No! Not the Zanpakutō Tournament! Everyone who is a competitor dies! It's completely wrong, morally, mentally, and physically! It is just a complete bloodbath!"

Arev chuckled, "Well, You'll be in that 'complete bloodbath'! Let's go, Nezia."

Tiffany yelled, "NO! LET ME OUT! I WILL NOT PARTICIPATE IN THE Zanpakutō Tournament!"

She crumpled to the ground, sobbing as the revelation that she would die in as week dawned on her. Her sobs ringed throughout the hallway as the boy in the opposite cell raised his head, albeit weakly, and gave a grimacing smile.

Omake #1

Me: YAY! My third story ever posted on !

Tiffany: Indeed...

Me: Don't you love it, Taichou?

Tiffany: ...Where is Toshiro or Byakua?

Me: They won't appear until much, much later!

Tiffany: *glares and hisses*

Me:*cowers* Sorry, Taichou...

Tiffany: You. Me. Talk, now.

Tiffany stalks off

Tiffany: Fukutaichou!

Me: Coming! Don't forget to click that little button down here! The one that says 'Review'!... Yes, that one... Thanks!

An eraser flies from Tiffany's direction and hits me in the head and I faint.

Tiffany walks over and drags me off by my leg.

Tiffany: Thanks for reading the first chapter. Now, review if you would please. Thank you. I look forward to seeing you in the next omake.