Sadly, I do not own BLEACH

Summary: Was her agreement to join the Espada truly worth the lives of her friends, when she is said to be worthless? What could a god want from her? As she soon begins to discover, her presence in Las Noches means far much more than a mere alliance...

Orihime Inoue sighed, her grey eyes gazing out her bared window. The moon, curved into a 'C' like cresent, stared back at her. It hadn't moved at all since her arrival to this place, which had to have been hours ago. The atmosphere here in Las Noches was still so strange to her; when she'd first tried to imagine life in the Hollow Realm, she had expected a nightmare world of hatred and cruelty.

She couldn't help the guilty feeling of relief from swelling inside of her when she'd first been escorted through the large marble hallways. Las Noches seemed...calm and civilized, in it's own way. Probably because of the man in charge, Sosuke Aizen. Her meeting with him had been brief, but his air of authority and power had stunned her into silent obedience. She couldn't have refused his commanding tone, even if she'd wanted to. No wonder this place was running so smoothly.

"Woman, I am entering now." Without any hesitation her door was opened, and as she whirled around she found herself staring at the man who had brought her here. Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra Cifer. She reminded herself silently.

"You have had time to settle down. I bring you more...fitting garments. The one's you currently wear will not do in this Palace, expecially among the other Espada." He looked her up and down, and she blushed at the look of distaste that flickered across his pale face.

At the snap of his fingers, a smaller Arrancar hurried into the room. Orihime stepped back in surprise as the young girl stopped in front of her and dropped to her knees.

"F-for you, Lady Inoue!" The young girl said, her voice quivering lightly as she raised her shaking arms. Orihime blinked, looking down at the neatly folded white fabric clutched in the Arrancar girl's hands. Reaching out hesitantly, she took it carefully into her arms.

"Thank you." She said, unable to resist thanking the frightened hollow. The girl's eyes stretched and her face drained of color, and she instantly dropped into a lower bow before scrambling from the room. Orihime's eyes followed her in confusion. Had she said something wrong?

"Do not bother yourself with the likes of her." Ulquiorra said, obviously noting her expression. "She is merely a lower member of my Fraction. Someone of your reputation should not trouble yourself with beings such as that. Now, change. I will be waiting."

Orihime swallowed, her eyes wide as the door closed loudly behind him. Someone of her reputation? What did that mean? Did the other Arrancar actually know about her?

Turning her attention to the clothing still gripped tightly to her chest, she sighed, setting it down on the sofa as she began to undress. Her mind wondered as she stripped herself of her school uniform until she stood only in her under garments.

So that low ranked girl knew who I was? If she did, then why had she acted so afraid of me? I'm certainly not a terrifying person...am I? She scowled at the thought as she positioned the uniform comfortably around her breasts. A mirror hung from one of the walls in her 'room', and she carefully stepped in front of it.

Orihime gasped in surprise. The Arrancar styled uniform fit perfectly to her body, bringing emphasise to her well curved and developed feminine build. Much to her relief, it completely covered her entire body as opposed to the other female Arrancar uniforms, leaving only her head and hands exposed. The sleeves puffed out at her shoulders before tightening down the length of her arm. The top piece flowed down to her knees in a cloak-like manner, opening in the front with a design much like the cresent moon still perched high in the sky.

"That uniform suits you nicely. Much more so than the previous." Ulquiorra said approvingly as Orihime's head swung around in shock. Walking towards her with his hands slid casually in his pockets, he continued.

"Clothing bears a form of claim, in it's own right. The clothing which covers your body proves to whom you belong, much like a Soul Reapers' kimono proves to whom they belong." He stopped in front of her, his dull green eyes locking with hers. "You belong to us now, Orihime Inoue."

She did her best to keep the flinch from showing on her face. The silence stretched out, as if he was waiting on her to speak. Swallowing the knot that had formed in her throat, she managed to softly say, "Yes."

That seemed to satisfy him, his green eyes glowing in approval.

"Very good, woman. I'm glad you understand. Now follow me. Lord Aizen is waiting for you."

Sosuke Aizen rose from his throne, sliding his hands into his pockets as his gaze flickered to the chamber door far below. So, she had finally arrived. The girl that had been recently consuming his thoughts. He smirked, stepping forward as his reishi swirled beneath him to form stairs under his feet.

How many times had he rewatched his recordings of that girl's fights? How many times had he sat and studied the very foundation of her Shunshunrikka? He was quiet certain that her powers were achieved through the power of the Hogyoku, but how had such a fragile human obtained such a godlike gift? Such a curious child.

He made his way to his private chamber, stepping out onto the moonlit balcony. His brown eyes were drawn out to the silver desert facing him as he lowered himself slowly into the chair, resting a hand on his cheek.

The girl was here. Part one of his plan had been extremely sucessful. A smirk stretched across his lips as a light chuckle escaped him. Part two would have already begun by now, he was sure. Her internal balance, as fragile as it is, would continue to strain. Ulquiorra would not fail in his duties, Aizen was certain. The fouth and most loyal of all the Espada, he would follow his orders word for word.

A light tap on the door pulled his mind back to the present.

"Come in." He called. There was no need to turn as the door opened.

"My lord, Lady Orihime Inoue has arrived, just as you ordered."

"Thank you Ulquiorra. You may leave."

"Yes, Lord Aizen." With a bow the fourth Espada slid the door closed, leaving the trembling girl alone with him.

Raising from his chair, he turned to her and smiled his warmest smile.

"Hello Orihime. How nice of you to come."

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! First chapters are so hard to write, but I think this one turned out pretty well :) Please feel free to leave a comment or PM about you're thoughts or if you see any way for me to improve it.

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