And thus, the power puff girls were born! Using their ultra-super powers, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup are fighting crime and the forces of evil!

Dun dun du-nun-ne-nu nun….not sure where I was going with that. Oh well…

Chapter 1

How did I get into this situation? Facing my two best friends in an attempt to save my other three best friends wasn't something I thought I would ever do. Ulquiorra kept his straight face, his eyes locked on my sword.

"Stand down, Toyamuri," he said calmly. Grimmjow stood nervously behind him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"C'mon, Yuki, don't do this. You're one of us now."

I was suddenly incredibly aware of the bone fragments laced through my hair, coming together to form fox ears. The tattoo of the number five burned on my side.

"I-I can't let you kill them," I turned to Ichigo, Rukia and Renji who were standing behind me. "And I can't let you three kill them either."

"Yuki," Rukia started slowly.

"If we have to get through you to get to Orihime," Ichigo continued.

Renji held up his sword. It went into shikai and he pointed it in my direction. "So be it."

My breath caught in my throat. "…Renji…"

"I'm sorry. Howl, Zabimaru!"

He swung his sword and I heard it extend. I was completely frozen, yellow eyes wide as the blade flew toward me. I saw a flash of blue and suddenly Grimmjow was in front of me, blocking the sword as it grinded against his outstretched arms. It barely left a scratch.

"Don't even think about it Soul Reaper," he growled. Renji looked shocked for a second, and then pulled back his sword again. That's when all hell broke loose. Grimmjow shot straight for Rukia who Ichigo jumped in front of.

"Stop!" I shouted. Ulquiorra held up his arm and calmly back-handed Zabimaru as it shot toward him. Everyone was a blur of black, white, blue, red and orange. It almost looked like in a cartoon when people turn into a giant dust cloud with fists and feet. I would've laughed if the situation weren't so serious. Without thinking, I jumped into the middle of the mass of fighting, held out my arms and yelled, "STOP!"

I saw Grimmjow's eyes widen as Ichigo's sword moved with way too much momentum straight toward my head.

"No, YUKI!"

One month earlier…

I sat up fast in my bed and held my head in my hand, looking around the unfamiliar room. There was a wardrobe in one corner and a desk right next to it.

"How did I get in here?" I mumbled out loud. My voice sounded strange in the quiet room. A thin window let in the light from outside. It was the only light in the room. I got unsteadily to my feet and ran a hand through my hair. I stopped when I felt something hard close to the top of my head. "What?"

Looking up I saw a girl with long, dark brown hair and bangs in front of one of her yellow eyes. Her mouth was open slightly in shock, showing a small fang. She had bone fragments twisting and weaving through her hair to for a sort of halo which connected to two small fox ears at the top of her head. I moved my hand up to brush my hair out of my face and the girl did the same.

"Wait…" Slowly I held out my hand and the girl did too. Her hands had more bone fragments on them that formed what looked like fingerless gloves with spikes on the knuckles, just like my hands. I reached out until my hand hit something hard and smooth. "It's a mirror."

I was wearing a black and white uniform. The long jacket came down to my knees with black all along the hems and the long skirt almost hid my black shoes. The sleeves on the jacket covered half of the bone part on my hands. The neckline of the jacket came down just enough to show the hole in between my collarbones.

"I look like a pirate," I said vaguely, feeling the collar on my jacket.

"You look nice."

I jumped, startled and whirled to see who had spoken. A man with blue, spiked hair leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed. He had a fanged jawbone on the right side of his face. The vest he wore opened to show the hole in his stomach.

"You ok? You seem a little jumpy."

"I-uh," I just stared at him. He seemed so familiar. I should know who he is, but I couldn't place it. "I'm fine."

He kept his gaze locked on me. "Do you remember your name?"

"It's—."

I didn't know my name. He just smiled, a fang almost as big as the ones on his mask showing.

"Yuki. Your name is Yuki Toyamuri."

"Toyamuri…" Even my own name sounded like a stranger's.

"Do you know my name?"

I shook my head. "I feel like I should, but sorry."

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."

"Interesting name."

"So's yours, Princess."

"Hey! That's not how it's spelled!"

"Alright then, snow."

I just rolled my eyes at him. "Is there any particular reason you came in here?"

Grimmjow stood up straight, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, I'm supposed to take you and show you around. By the way, congrats on making number five."

"Huh?"

"In the Espada ranks. You beat me. I'm number six. I don't know how, but you beat Nnoitora for number five. I'd watch your back if I were you."

I grinned at him. "Oh, but why watch my back when I've got a big strong…kitty like you to protect me?"

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. "Smart ass, huh? Come on little Snow Princess. Let's go look around."

"Please tell me that's not my new nickname."

Grimmjow smiled over his shoulder at me. "Welcome to the club."

He showed me around the large 'palace' as he called it and told me about how Lord Aizen was going to get rid of the Soul Society.

"…and if he gets rid of them, we'll be able to live in peace without having to worry about Soul Reapers being prejudiced. It might be a better life…" He trailed off, becoming very interested in a window we were passing. "Speaking of which."

I stopped and moved around him to see out the window where a person dressed in all black was fighting an Espada. It was a boy with bright orange hair. Why did he look familiar?

"Why are the Soul Reapers attacking us here?"

"Well, I guess they have good reason with this one. See, Aizen took one of their friends and made it look like she turned traitor. He needed her power to work the Hogyoku or something."

"Hogyoku?"

"Yeah, without that little rock, you and I wouldn't be here right now."

"It makes arrancars?"

"Yeah, that's the gist of it."

"So, who'd Aizen kidnap?"

"Someone named Orihime Inoue. I doubt you'd know who that is though, if you couldn't remember your own name earlier."

I punched him in the arm. "Shut up!"

The thing was I did know that name. I didn't know why, but I felt like I knew Orihime.

He rubbed his arm and smiled. Then he looked up at the door a few feet away from us. "Actually, that's her room there."

Another arrancar with black hair, white skin and what looked like green tear tracks running down his face came around the corner at the other end and entered Orihime's room.

"Who was that?"

"Ulquiorra Schiffer. He's sorta like Inoue's babysitter here. You know take care of her, make sure she doesn't starve…."

"Sounds pleasant."

I heard a girl shout something from inside the room and assumed it was Orihime.

"What d'you think they're arguing about?" Grimmjow asked. I shrugged and he made a completely serious face, frowning at me.

"Quit crying over your friends. It's their own fault for coming here anyway."

Realizing what he was doing, I screwed up my face in fake tears. "Don't say that! They can't be dead! They just can't be!"

Grimmjow tried to keep a serious face, but when I pulled out the southern-belle accent, he burst out laughing. I laughed with him and when we heard a loud slap coming from Orihime's room, we laughed even harder. In fact, when Ulquiorra came out, I was on the floor and Grimmjow was supporting himself on the windowsill. Ulquiorra glanced at us for a second, then shook his head and continued on his way. I calmed down enough that I could stand up.

"Buzz kill," I said, giggling and wiping tears from my eyes.

"Ah, don't worry about him," said Grimmjow waving a hand. "He's never been any fun. Well, I'm gonna let you explore a little bit. I need to go see what Ulquiorra's up to."

"What happened to being my guide?"

"You need a babysitter too?"

"No."

"Alright then, I'll see you around."

And with that, he walked off, leaving me standing in the wide hallway.

"Um, ok? I guess I'll just go back to my room….which way was that again?"

In the twenty minutes I'd known him, I never thought I'd say I need Grimmjow. I started toward Orihime's room. She probably wouldn't know where my room was, but she might know where Grimmjow's is. He'd told me his room was only a few down from mine. I knocked on her door and heard a timid, "Come in."

When I entered the room, the first thing I noticed was the girl's bright orange hair. The next thing I noticed was that she had been crying. Her face was covered in tear tracks.

"You're Orihime, right?" I asked awkwardly, pretending I hadn't just been making fun of someone I didn't know. She nodded.

"Are you here to tell me that another one of my friends is dead?"

"Oh! No, I'm not," I said, waving my hands. Someone's a negative thinker. "I got lost on the way to my room and I was wondering if you might be able to help."

Orihime wiped her face on her sleeve. "I'd love to, but I've never seen you before. I don't know where your room is."

"Do you know where Grimmjow's is? His isn't far from mine."

She attempted to give me directions (which included a lot of lefts) and I thanked her, turning around to leave. My hand was on the knob when Orihime said, "Bye Yuki, be careful out there. I heard Nnoitora was looking for you."

"Thanks, I will."

It wasn't until I stepped out and closed the door behind me that I remembered I never told her my name….

See, this is what happens when I randomly start typing. You get a girl with suppressed memories and a totally OOC Grimmjow.