So this is actually for my Instagram of Hichigo [ .within] and I decided why not post it here too? I should also update my other stories too… I'll get to work on that, but in the meantime, enjoy this story!

Summary: Before Ichigo, Hichigo and Zangetsu. Before Aizen's betrayal. There was the original Espada and Isshin and Masaki. There was also White, a artificially created hollow. Why does he hate Ulquiorra so much? What was it like inside of Masaki, a Quincy? Why didn't he take over Ichigo's body when he was a child?

White, at least that's the name he was given, wandered the room endlessly. Each time he paced, he hoped for something new to appear. Nothing ever changed. It was just white and from the inside you'd never know there was a door. Even when the wall opened the person who came in never stayed long. They just placed a tray with food on the table that was provided and then left. White didn't even know the man's name.

After five months of pacing, he finally got the change he wished for. The same emotionless person came in, though this time they didn't bring food. White stopped his pacing to face the black haired man.

"Lord Aizen has summoned you." The visitor said not leaving it up for debate. White didn't know who this Aizen was, but he just knew anyone who ordered him around wasn't a friend. The other noticed that White hadn't moved and also stopped.

"Must I repeat myself?" The moment the other raised his spiritual pressure as a threat, White attacked. It was his instincts to attack when a threat was presented to him. The male raised his arms to block the two blades that were White's forearms. Blood dripped from his arms, but it didn't stop him from countering. Swinging his leg around, the male slammed White hard into the wall creating a massive dent and quickly followed it up with a bala. The attacked landed a inch from White's head and mask and left a huge crater in the wall.

"Be careful of who you raise your blades to. Your power is no match to mine. I was given the rank of four within the Espada for a reason. My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer, I advise you remember that next time you decide to attack." Ulquiorra said already walking down the hallway.

"Lord Aizen is waiting and making him wait is not a wise decision." This time White followed even though he hated answering to the Espada or another unknown person.

Though as he followed Ulquiorra, he made a vow to himself. One day he would strike the Fourth Espada down even if it was the last thing he did. That vow would carry on and one day be made true, but not yet. He was still far too weak to even last a minute against the other. Time would change that.

Ulquiorra lead him down the halls silently. No words were exchanged, no eye contact was made and White didn't mind it. Even after just officially meeting the emo, he didn't take a liking to him.

Finally the Espada came to a stop at two massive doors. As he raised his hand to knock a voice answered, "please come in. There is no reason to knock." White didn't like how his voice sounded, mostly because he could tell it was fake. The owner of the voice was sinister and the gentle voice didn't fit him.

Ulquiorra lowered his hand and pushed the two doors open and stepped into the room. White remained in the doorway, cautious of the others in the room, but mostly the one on the throne. Ulquiorra stopped in the center of the room and bowed low to the brown haired soul reaper and White simply watched.

"No need to be so afraid." The man said a little to welcoming for White's taste. Hesitantly White stepped into the room, but no more than a few steps.

Ulquiorra moved to stand beside the others who were gathered in the room. White didn't pay much attention to them.

"Hello~" A voice said while White was distracted. Leaping back, he had not expected someone to appear in front of him so fast. A growl echoed through the room from White.

"No need ta get all defensive." The strange man said brushing off the growl. "Names Gin. Yers?"

White didn't know how to react to the silver haired soul reaper, he also lacked the ability to speak.

"It's name is White." The man to the side of the one on the throne replied.

"Kinda strange name ya got." The person in front of White said walking around him Though he knew why the other said that, he was a completely black hollow after all.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." The brown male on the throne stated. The silver haired male didn't seem to be doing anything that required White's immediate attention, though he would glance at him every now and then just to be sure.

"You were created from the souls of dozens of soul reapers, though you are not as strong as I had hoped." This made White's blood boil, but he remembered how easily Ulquiorra smashed him into the wall. He also suspected the Fourth Espada was not even close to his full strength and judging from the others in the room, some were stronger than Ulquiorra. If the rank Ulquiorra told him was anything to go on, there were a few others who were stronger and more who were weaker. Though he decided not to try his luck.

"Then why keep him alive?" Ulquiorra questioned.

"Cause Ulqui." The silver haired male replied. "Since he's similar ta a soul reaper, he can get stronger like one too. An he doesn't evolve like a regular hollow."

Ulquiorra held his emotionless look, but others in the room appeared confused by the silver person's words.

"As Gin said, he can get stronger similar to a soul reaper." Aizen added. White guessed the squinty eyed soul reaper was Gin. "With the proper training of course."

"Like hell I'm being a teacher for some experiment of yers!" A light blue haired person exclaimed. A few others nodded in agreement.

"Are there any volunteers?" Aizen asked as if he didn't hear the others outburst. No reply. White was somewhat irritated that Aizen believed he needed one of his stuck up puppets to make him stronger. He could do that just fine of his own.

"Oi, Ulqui?" Gin said looking up at the Fourth Espada. Ulquiorra looked down at the captain. :Ya have a second release form, right?"

"Indeed." Ulquiorra replied.

"Then I'll train White here ta beat it." Gin replied grabbing the hollow's bicep, since his forearms were blades, and dragged him from the throne room.

"Best of luck." Aizen replied, though he doubted the other would even come close to the arrancar's first release.

White followed after the captain, though he still hated the idea of a soul reaper training him. Though it wasn't hard to tell he wouldn't be getting out of the palace anytime soon and fighting his way out was suicide. So he'd play the loyal puppet until he was strong enough to escape.