Plan Discovered!

And here's this morning weather news! We have a cloudless sky with a never ending crescent moon. Pitch blackness circling our entire world, and yet our artificial sky above Las Noches is declaring the exact opposite. Here with the fake sky the sun is shining brightly, white puffy clouds look like their floating and a bright blue as the backdrop colour. Despite its cheery appearance, I'm nothing but a grouch.

Like I have been for the last few weeks!

I pound the sand with my fists, absolutely loathing my strange moods.

'Taking it out on the sand is not going to do you any justice.'

I roll my eyes before I turn to glare at Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Like always there is nothing different with that hothead. His blue hair is slick back and looking more like a chicken butt, a creature from the human world. Of course there are three strands that dangle in front of his forehead. His blue eyes used to always look at me with some sort of loathing, but not anymore. With time spending around me under orders, Grimmjow and I became close.

Out of all the damn Espada, he's the only one I like. Grimmjow and I are like two peas in a pod. Not only do we get along better than the others, but he treats me like a little sister. We can mess around, have fun, play fight, and do almost anything together. But lately, at around the same time as my strange mood swings and my grouchiness, Grimmjow grew soft and wouldn't do anything that would give me an injury. I suspect it's all under orders once again.

But I honestly don't see the big idea though.

'Then who am I supposed to take it out on?'

'Would you stop stressing, I'd only get in trouble for it.'

My expression softens as I look at him. I look down and away. Another thing I've noticed. If I stress, Grimmjow gets in trouble. If I get angry, Grimmjow gets in trouble. Anything excessive, pressuring or anything that the Almighty seems wrong on me, Grimmjow gets in trouble for! I don't understand what is going on with people nowadays, but it's ridiculous.

'Why would you?' Again, like always, Grimmjow clamps his mouth shut, refusing eye contact and looks away. 'Grimmjow!' I snap and pound the sand again.

'Would you stop it?' he snaps back at me. His eyes taking on a look of hurt and stress! Soon I see regret for snapping surfaces and again he looks down and away, kicking at the sand as if words would no longer come to him.

Again my anger faded almost instantly. I walked over to him, grabbing one of his hands in between mine. I felt him tense, an instinct to withdraw from my touch pulsed in his hand, and I felt a pang of hurt stab at my heart. I ignored it and remained eye locked with him.

'I'm sorry; I don't know what's going on with me lately.' Somehow, I had a feeling Grimmjow knew. Fear for the leader's anger must be keeping his mouth closed because he refused to elaborate on the question I had asked him countless times in the past. I only stopped asking because it was pressurising him, and I hate to see him getting so stressed out.

'No, I'm the one who's sorry.'

'Oh come on, Grimmjow,' I dropped his hand. 'Since when did you grow so soft and start apologising?' He must have noticed the teasing in my voice because a smile replaces his guilty frown. Smiling at him, I felt relieved and a piece of hurt removes from my heart.

'Come on, time for the check up.'

'Oh gawd, not Doctor Szayel,' I roll my eyes. 'I swear he's doing this on purpose so he can try and strip me naked.'

Grimmjow stifles a laugh, although he seemed nervous for some reason. 'Yeah well, all of us, minus goody-two-shoes Ulquiorra, had a crush on you when you first arrived here.'

'I hope to hell that's ancient history.'

'Y-yeah… you could…say that…'

I look up at him, confused as to why he's gone even more nervous. I know Grimmjow the most and I can easily tell the difference when something's bothering him. I can also tell when he knows something. The bound between us is strong that before Grimmjow could never hold a secret from me. But for some reason, this secret of his is nagging at him, but he won't dare spill it in front of me.

We reach Szayel's lab door. Although it is his room it looks, feels and smells like this laboratory. I've been in this room once a week ever since the change. I don't know why, but he knows the most about this little secret. The door is white just like the rest of the damned place. Although it's closed and there's no holes, or any windows, but I can already smell what awaits me beyond this door.

Szayel opens the door as if he already knew I was waiting outside. Knowing this strange genius, it most likely he did know. He might have a secretly installed camera outside so he knows who disturbs him.

His pink hair is the first thing I notice when I see him. Barbie pink, it's kind of freaky on a boy, but he just makes it scary. But it's his pink eyes that are menacing enough to even make me cringe; despite I'm more powerful than him. He wore a large grin today, just like all the other days when I come for my check up.

'Ah, Sylvia-sama,' he greeted with a low bow, 'right on time as always. Please, this way,' he swept his hand in the air, gesturing for me to entire his world.

I crossed the threshold and looked back at Grimmjow, just as Szayel closed the door in his face. Like all the other times, he'd be waiting outside for me. Something sank in my stomach, as if suddenly finding myself alone. I've come to depend on Grimmjow so much that I don't always notice how much I actually need him. I'm so used to his presence I feel lost when he's not there.

'Sylvia-sama…?' Szayel questioned, startling me out of my reverie.

'Sorry, Granz-san,' I respond and walk over to his white chair he stood beside.

He patted the seat in invitation and I sank into its comfort. He pressed something and the seat lowered, taking me with it. Slightly at an angle, but not quite to lying down straight, I starred up at the ceiling. Compared to all the white I've seen, I know its coloured white, but the way it's covered in darkness in Szayel's room, it makes me glad that there's something other than white.

'It seems your guardian has grown more attached to you than before.' He was talking about Grimmjow.

He was assigned to me the moment I moved into Las Noches. He had hated it at first, because he felt like he was babysitting a brat. But our bond grew, making us become attached to one another. I can remember the day he looked at me scornfully when he first met me. When I compare it with now, I'm glad that he's the one that become my guardian.

I wasn't allowed to roam the corridors without someone escorting me or guarding me. Apparently it's not safe, especially not now.

I looked at Szayel, void of emotion.

'It's actually good because we all know he won't betray you, abandon you, and he'll protect you with his life.'

As anyone would do if they grew a bond as strong as mine and Grimmjow's!

'What are you getting at Granz?'

'Please call me Szayel, Sylvia-sama.' He said in response with the use of his last name. He took a piece of equipment from his table and I immediately looked back to the ceiling. I felt it dig in my skin at the crease of where I bend my arm. 'There,' he said as he withdrew the needle that had taken some of my blood.

I sigh.

'Sylvia-sama, is something the matter?'

'It's nothing, Granz…'

'Please, it's Szayel; you have no need to be formal with me.'

I zoned out on him. Everyone always avoids my questions. Always! It's getting very tiring.

I felt air push on my exposed stomach, and then something even colder was smeared across it. It's a strange liquid, but I don't really understand what it's being used for. Besides, with the piece of equipment he's using now that's rubbing on my stomach, I'd never know what he's doing. On a screen, hidden away from my sight, is what he's mainly been focusing on. Perhaps it's an illness that he wishes to study or something else that's not normal.

'All done,' he said happily. 'Now, that wasn't so bad was it, Sylvia-sama?'

'It's always bad when I don't know what the hell's going on,' I say as I swing my legs round, my back facing him.

'You'll be told everything in due time, Sylvia-sama. Just for now, just stay relaxed.'

Easier for you to say, you're not the subject of everyone's attention.

I sigh and slip off the chair. With my bare feet padding on the cold floor, I exit the white room, and out into the white corridor. Grimmjow slipped away from the wall and walked beside me. Our silence allowed me to hear our footsteps falling onto the floor and echoing in the vast space. Now I'll be taken back to my room, where Grimmjow would disappear until the morning. Well I can assume it'll be morning because I sleep.

I'm still too used to living as a human. Moving into the world of hollows where it's nothing but night outside the palace grounds… I'm still new the environment. More like I'm refusing on letting go of the life I had when I was on earth with all my friends.

My friends, they don't have a clue what I've done for them. They're probably looking for me now, wondering on where I've gone.

Ichigo Kurosaki, I can remember the first time he had been surprised by my presence. I fought beside him, protected people with him, avenged poor spirits that were abused by hollows and unknowing humans. We've done tons of stuff together, becoming like family in the process. It was ripped apart when I was dragged to Hueco Mundo, where I was told I could never return to the life that I have had before.

Orihime Inoue, the first person to ever approach me. She was a kind and consider person who oversaw my happiness. We did the normal thing together, doing our best to be human despite our powers underneath. We did sleepovers, parties, singing, dancing, shopping, cooking, anything best female friends could ever do with each other. Again, ripped apart by my sudden leave!

Sado Yasutora, so unbelievably quiet but protective, protected me from a few hollow attacks. He appears void of emotion, but in truth, he has a big heart that he is willing to share with others. I felt safe in his arms, as if a big brother was right there protecting me. Although we never did create a powerful bond, we had at least become good friends to trust each other with some secrets.

Ishida Uryu had been cold-hearted to me at first. But that was because we were competitive. I always managed to beat him in things he excels in. Such as archery, sewing, he just hated it that I was able to beat him in all that he can do. After a while, due to an enormous fight against hollows, we worked together and have been able to have friendly competitions instead of rivalry ones.

'You're thinking of them again, aren't you?' I looked up at Grimmjow with a surprised expression. 'I can read you easily; you don't have to hide it.'

He stuffed his hands into his pocket and kept walking. He never did like it when I thought of them. He was their enemy, Ichigo's rival, but at the same time I know he respects them. They had protected me from him at one point, to the extent they were willing to lay down their lives for me.

'They're my friends, Grimmjow, I can't forget them.'

'I know,' his tone said he understands. 'Just don't forget, I will have to fight and kill them if ordered.'

I close my eyes just as we reach my room. 'I know, but don't think I'll just stand by and let it happen.'

He shook his head. 'The loyalty with your friends surprises me sometimes.' He nodded though as if he understands that power of loyalty. He looked up at the ceiling before he looked back down at me. 'Get a good night's sleep, I'll see you tomorrow.'

I nodded at him before he enveloped me into a hug goodnight. I wrapped my arms around him in turn and then pulled away. I give him a gentle smile before I walk into my room and close the door in his face. I lean against the door just as I hear him walk away. I can't ever forget that face. The look of sadness, grief and regret… All of it bunched inside of him, probably in regards to that secret no one wishes for me to know. He must be fighting with himself because of it.