Halibel's POV

Blood…

Anger…

Loneliness…

…Sacrifice…

I couldn't see. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move, but I could hear and smell the scent of blood…My blood…I began to slowly slip from consciousness. My body was weakening, I was going to die in this darkness. Apache, Sun-Sun, Mira-Rose, sacrifice is what we gave, and sacrifice was what caused our destruction. My companions…I just wish I could avenge your deaths, destroy that old man who has taken you away from me forever…Forgive me…Please…Forgive me…

Footsteps echoed off the old brick walls of the abandoned alley as the voice of a child called out from the shadows, "Ken-chan! Look! There's something there!"

A gruff tone of voice replied, "Oi, brat quit your yelling! I see it." The silhouette of a figure stomped over toward my vulnerable form, "You know what? I think it's a piece of espada scum!"

"Nnneeehhh! Ken-chan! Don't hurt it! Let's keep it!"

"What the fuck brat! It's an enemy! You don't just keep it as a pet!"

'Oh, whoever is listening to this, kill me now.'

"Pleeeeaaasssee! Come on Ken-chan!"

I felt myself being lifted from the blood soaked gravel, "We are not keeping it. We are gonna…have some fun with it."

"Yay! Ken-chan rules!"

Everything around me seemed to black out, as what seemed like death, reached its icy grip around my throat. My last thought, 'Who the hell is Ken-chan?'

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Lights, lights were everywhere, shining from above and on the sides. Was this heaven, hell? No, it smelled funny….like a hospital. I snapped my eyes open, scanning the room around me. Yes, this was defiantly a medical center, none like Hueco Mundo. Where was I- No! This was Soul Society! The Gotei 13! I frantically tried to sit up, however, I seemed to have opened my wounds in my struggle, and I seemed to have been tied down by the weakling shinigami, which I must admit, was a smart move for my opponents. Growling, I clenched my fist as memories rushed through my head. My daughters' deaths, the goddamn shrimp I had fought against, the fucking old man, and…Ken-chan?

Floorboards creaked as the door slid opened revealing a small, weakling of a boy. He had a stupid dopey smile on his face, but after taking one quick glimpse at me, it soon turned to horror to my delight. He hurriedly backed up against the wall, before tearing the door open and running away as if his life was at stake (Which it was). I could faintly hear his screaming for assistance and Captain Uno- something.

A few moments later, a woman with her braid strangely tied in the front, walked elegantly and undisturbed into my room. Her voice held such confidence and courage, how pathetic, "You are awake it seems."

I turned my head away, refusing to acknowledge her presence. Nevertheless that did not stop her from continuing to interrupt my solitude, my misery and shame, "What is your name?"

I gazed at her with loathing as my green eyes met her blue ones in a silent battle, "That does not matter. Leave."

"Leave?" she gave a hearty laugh, "I think not. You are our guest after all. Why should I leave, the one who has healed your woun-, it seems I must patch you up once again."

I had forgotten my neglect towards my body until this woman had rudely intruded on my thoughts, "I wish to die."

"I wish for your death as well," darkness seemed to wrap itself around this bizarre shinigami female, "Nevertheless, my superior has commanded for your full recovery. You will then be charged for the crimes you have committed towards the Gotei 13 and Soul King."

"Does it matter?" I asked in malice.

She crossed over to my bedside as she smiled, "Oh yes. It makes us feel, well…as if we are fair towards all." She leaned down as her voice thickened with disgust, "Nevertheless, I believe you will receive your wish soon enough." In an instant I was flipped over onto my stomach as she began to tend to my injuries. Minutes passed with strong tension until she finally had finished. Smiling away she sauntered out of the room without another word or look, leaving me in total silence. Closing my eyes I drifted off into a troubled and disturbed sleep.

What seemed like an hour later I awoke, sweat forming on my brow, Sun-Sun, Apache, Mila Rose...I turned my face over toward the left side and vomited, I wanted to die, now. No one was coming to assist me...they were all dead…As my body seemed to slowly weaken, yells and cries could be heard echoing throughout the building. I lifted my head toward the door, chaos was unfolding, but what was the cause? Was it the esapada, my so called "companions"? Aizen-sama? Was I wrong, were they still alive and fighting a forbidden cause? I listened carefully for any type of indication of who or what was unraveling this delicious tyranny. Silence answered, except for a few occasional yells and footsteps rushing past the door, who was it?

A second later the answer came, "Keeennn-ccchhhaannn! I'm bored!"

That voice! The child from before and that Ken-chan, the man who had "saved" me from a soon desired death, "Brat just shut up! I can't find that prisoner! Are you sure we went the right way?"

Oh? So they were looking for me?

"Duh, Ken-chan! I know we are on the right track!"

Clenching I snarled in fury, 'Yes, you did go the right way. Now it's time to pay for your actions of not letting me pass on and to suffer even more, Ken-chan.' With the strength I had been storing, my reaitsu rose to an extraordinary level as the bounds that looked as if they were intentionally made to hold me, snapped and turned to rubble. Snarling I leapt up from the bed, again undoing the wounds. That did not stop me from my intentions. Grabbing Tiburón from a nearby chair I quickly bolted to the door unsheathing the blade in rage. It was too easy, my target was right in the open. I lunged aiming for his head, he sensed me. Throwing the pink child off his shoulder he spun around withdrawing his blade as ours clashed and sparks flew.

He was not just large, but huge, as his spiked hair and fanged grin, made him seem like a…shark. "Who the fuck do ya think you are? I'm the one who fucking saved you?!"

I replied with another swing of my blade, but he was quick and the pain from my injuries was beginning to become unbearable, "Burn in hell."

He laughed, "Likewise!"

Our swords met again as again, sparks flew, "Who are you?"

His grin widened, "Zaraki Kenpachi."

AN: Even if Halibel/Harribel dies by Hitsugaya, I will still continue to on this story.