Chapter 1- New World
It was a vase darkness that never ended. Every moment of my life was the same as I kept waiting for something to happen. Was this the only purpose in my life to live in this hellish state for eternity? I was created by thousands of hollows and constructed into a human form. One day I was able to breathe and open my eyes to the world of Hueco Mundo, a world that devours the weak so the strong can become immensely stronger.
"You're awake I see." said a man with a gentle face.
His eyes shined in the piercing light which was held over my head. The man smiled exposing his white teeth. I looked around the room which consists of creatures in test tubes. As I looked away I observed my own body. I looked at these pillars that were stuck to me (later learned they were arms) and examined what was attached to the pillars (hands).At first I didn't know what to do until he coaxed me.
"You can sit up if you used your hands. They will be your best tool along with your brain."
I did what the man instructed and sat up properly. Once I sat up I was able to get a better look at him. He wore a white robe that sway where ever he went. His face had two balls that shined a brown hue (eyes) and glossy dead cells that grew from his head that also had a brown tint (hair).
I didn't know what was going on. Why all of the sudden was I seeing other beings and how did I get a body just for myself?
"I created you." He said as he remained smiling.
My face must have shown a shocked look because he stopped smiling.
"Did you honestly think you had no purpose?"
I averted his gaze. I did believe I was a nothing, a figure that shouldn't breathe. I haven't had life so why do I have this freedom now?
I nodded. In one brief second he put his hand on my cheek. I felt warm all over as I stared into his dazzling eyes.
"You always had a purpose, remember that; Harribel."
My name was Harribel. I was told that creatures had names so we could identify a pacific individual. It seemed to make sense, so whenever I was summoned I was called: Harribel.
I remained in my room most of the time because the other Arrancar called me abnormal. It was fine with me because they were ignorant fools anyway plus I had nothing to say to them.
I would practice certain things the others took for granted because they knew about their bodies while I had no clue. I gripped the air with my hands as I kept flexing. I was so drawn to them and how they could grab objects. I paced my room to see glass that reflected my image (mirror).
I was tall and had a thick exterior compared to the other girls. I had bronze skin and blond hair. I stared at the image for a long time, this is me.
After awhile I no longer cared what the others thought so I came out of my room more because as much as I hate to admit I need to be surrounded by social beings.
It was like I was a child (well at least that's what he told me, I have no idea what a real child is like) because I had to learn basics such as walking, talking, and my release which came later when he told me I had powers of my very own.
I was a quick learner as I observed people daily and before I realized it I was fitting in and socializing with others even though I didn't talk much.
The day was dark (like most days in Huecdo Mundo) when a man came to my door. I've seen him around but I didn't speak to him. He had white hair and brown eyes. He was different than Aizen-sama in many ways which makes me wonder how compatible they really are.
"Gin, right?"
He smiled crookedly that I remembered him.
"How are you Harribel, looking lovely as always. Aizen would like to see you in his studies."
The man walked away with that weird grin he always wore plastered on his face. What does he do all day was all I thought about as I walked down the corridors.
I made my way to Aizen's studies with odd glares. Why the hell are people so bent on me seeing Aizen-sama? I rarely saw him after he created me that fateful day so why does it matter to every individual I pass.
I came to his quarters contemplating how to address him.
"Creator, you summoned me?"
I kneeled at the door as I heard footsteps. He opened the door; I could feel his gaze on me.
"Harribel, there is no reason for you to bow. I wouldn't be able to see your sweet face if you did."
I stood up and looked at him. He was the one with the sweet face. His face had no flaws nor was it tense. It was a soft fluffy exterior that no other man possessed in Huecdo Mundo. He was our king, and I was grateful to be created by such a man.
"I apologize for calling you on short notice it's just I wanted to see how you were. I haven't had a chance to speak with you."
Again his kindness shows through like a newly lit flame warming the whole room as he went looking for something.
"No, it's no problem at all Aizen-sama. I wasn't doing anything important."
He turned around and gave me a grin.
"You don't have to stand in the door way, come and sit down."
It was the first time I've been here. The room looked like most in Las Noches instead of the shelves filled with books and a big computer was place on a desk. I sat on the nearby couch looking at Aizen getting something.
He held an object in a purple cloth as he made his way to me. Unfurling the cloth he revealed a short blade that was holstered in a purple case.
He handed it to me so I held out both arms and took it. In that split second I felt power, power I didn't think I could have.
"You can feel it can't you? This is your blade; I know you'll be an effective warrior. I already see potential in you because you grew rapidly over others and you keep growing. So with this blade you will conquer our enemies that our plotting against everything we stand for."
I touched my holster as I unsheathed my sword. It was an odd looking weapon that had no inside but shaped as a sword. It was like the weapon reflected me because it was a hollow looking weapon and I was an empty being.
Aizen didn't ask if I would aid me, he told me I would. I didn't know how to feel about that but if this is my life than I'll do it. There is no escaping the fate that has been sealed to me.
I was created for one purpose. A purpose I didn't know if I believed in morally but he was my creator and I must be obedient and obey. My purpose was to serve him.
