New Story Time. I know, this is SOOO not the best time in the world for me to make another story in my packed schedule, but this idea would NOT get out of my head. So I put my fingers on the keyboard and the first chapter pretty much wrote itself. It's such a good storyline...ooooh! I can't wait to really dig into this one! But honestly, I won't be updating my Kingdom Hearts stories as much as this one. I'm sort of...disinterested in them both. FOR NOW! If I get a major response to both those stories in the future, I'll continue them as fast as I can. No promises right now though.

Bleach Tite Kubo

I am nothing.

I am nobody.

I exist to serve the master Aizen.

I am his slave; I live for his purposes only.

I live for his patience, pleasures, and permanence.

I live for Aizen-sama.

I have no other desire.

Chapter 1 – Expression

Hueco Mundo has existed since the world changed. It has always been there, but it was only recently discovered by living souls. Within this separate world, there live the beings called hollows. These oddly shaped creatures are souls that were devoured by hatred and evil among other things. In return for their unpleasant lives, these beings are gifted with strange powers and an inhuman appearance. Like normal humans, they each have different personalities. Each has a distinctive mask that is worn over the face, hiding their ghastly looks. But, very few of these hollow will advance to a race called Arrancar. The hollow that achieve this stage have pulled their mask away and most have gained their human exterior. However, they also acquire massive amounts of power.

Not long ago, in another world called Soul Society, a heaven of sorts, there was an uprising. A Captain of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads rebelled and escaped from Soul Society. He and two other captains placed their residence in Hueco Mundo, whilst enlisting the help of the arrancar. The first captain, Aizen Sosuke, began creating arrancar of his own. Eventually, he had his own army. Now they were preparing to take on Soul Society.

Padded feet flew down the hallway. There seemed to be more than one person, as the steps echoed far more than once. Heavy breathing accompanied these people as they whisked past white walls and marble floors. Where they were going was unknown. Several poked their heads out of adjacent doors to observe the commotion.

A young fraccion (an underling arrancar) briskly cascaded down the halls. She was light on her feet but it was obvious she had traveled a long distance. Long black hair sailed behind her and her white and black clothing silhouetted in the dark.

With the strength of a hundred hollow, she burst through the largest doors in Las Noches. She knew she was breaching the privacy of her lord and creator, but this was urgent. She'd be rewarded graciously for bring such important news.

"Aizen-sama!" She only glanced at her leader before quickly approaching the floor. She spoke while respectfully kneeling in his presence: "Please excuse my ignorance, Aizen-sama!"

"Not at all." Aizen Sosuke, the former fifth division captain, sat gracefully on a stone chair. It didn't at all look comfortable, but Aizen made it seem like the King himself would envy that throne. "Tell me, what is so imperative that you must open my doors so loudly?"

The fraccion very slowly raised her head, finally looking at her creator. In his hand was a cup of mint tea; he held it as if he were the great Hamlet, holding the infamous skull. His light brown curls were pushing back except for one lone sliver that refused to stay behind his forehead. Aizen was the reflection of godliness, but because of those scheming eyes, all were cautious around him.

"My master, a shinigami has been found on our outer borders, unconscious but alive." Shinigami were the death gods of Soul Society. They kept the peace by defeating hollows and other disturbed spirits. She knew that her lord had once been one of the shinigami but he had infinitely more power.

Aizen seemed unperturbed by the female fraccion's words. From beneath the shadows, she saw Aizen's associates Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tosen hiding. These two captains had rebelled along with Aizen-sama nearly a month before. She had no problems with Tosen-sama, but Ichimaru was another matter. He always had a sly smirk on his face that disturbed most of the arrancar greatly.

"Yes, I know."

"Master?"

"She has been there for at least a hundred years. We've been studying her."

"M-Master, pardon my intrusion, but if you knew, why not tell us?"

Aizen sneered so lightly that the fraccion wasn't sure if she had even seen it. "You had no need to be told."

The fraccion held her stance for a moment; so much for a reward. She bowed her head low, a hair's breadth away from touching the floor. "I understand Aizen-sama, a thousand apologies for interrupting you."

Sipping from his tea, Aizen said, "Eventually she will need to be brought to Las Noches for further tests. When that time comes, I will need assistance. Will you be willing, young fraccion?"

"Y-yes, Master Aizen. Anything to please you."

"Very good." With those last words, the female knew the conversation was over. But, in her mind, the questions about this shinigami were overflowing. Who would keep a shinigami in a place like Hueco Mundo on purpose?

"It's been a terribly long time since you've seen a human face, isn't it?" Gin tenderly caressed the cheek of the young shinigami. Her face was wrapped with bandage after bandage, keeping her mouth in check. This in turn gave the former 3rd Division captain free reign over her smooth skin. Her black, raven hair fell to her shoulders and she wore the typical Soul Society clothes; a black hakama with a white sash. Her zankpakuto, her spirit sword, was nowhere to be found.

She jerked as much as she could, struggling to get away from his touch. "There's no need to be frightened. I won't hurt you." Gin could only smile. His face was twisted into that solid grin; very rarely would it frown and only when he was extremely unhappy. And, he had to admit, seeing this girl squirm did make him cheery.

"So you say that she's been in Hueco Mundo for over a hundred years?" Kaname Tosen asked Aizen far above the ground floor. They were observing Gin and the young shinigami from the throne level. Even though Tosen was blind, he could still hear Gin's taunts and gestures from this height.

"Yes, it seems so," Aizen answered.

"But how is that possible?"

"We'll soon find out."

Gin ceased his prodding for a few moments. "I'd like ta know just how she survived all those hollows runnin' around. If they'da known there was a scrap of meat just laying around, she woulda been gone by now." Gin's accent was prominent, but not enough to be annoying. He only spoke without it when he was interrogating.

"It is surprising. She must have a way of disregarding them; completely hiding herself if need be," Tosen said. Gin turned to stare hard at their captive, his face like a boy who'd just received coals for Christmas – confused and disappointed. To his surprise, the girl fainted before him.

"Well that just ruined my fun."

Aizen laughed in the background. "Have one of the Espada take her to a room. Make her comfortable. I'll have Szayel take a look at her in the morning."

"No prob," Gin said. As if mentally commanded, an arrancar stepped through the massive white gates of Aizen's throne room.

"You called, Aizen-sama?" The arrancar appeared to be no more than flesh and bones. His white hakama hung lifelessly off his body, but flew effortlessly out the back. He was paler than a skeleton could boast with hair blacker than night itself. Large green eyes peered out of that body, awaiting their next command.

"I did; I appreciate your quick response." Aizen's eyes flashed at one of his most trusted arrancar. "Please place this girl in a comfortable room near the library. Make sure she's released from those bonds as well."

"Understood, Aizen-sama." The Espada knelt down, and fluently lifted the shinigami off the floor. His face showed no contortions at the extra weight while he placed her over his shoulder. It wasn't his place to question the orders of his master; he merely followed the call of duty. He had no other purpose.

"Thank you, Ulquiorra."