AN: Hey guys, this is my first story that I have ever written in my whole life. I'm not much of an author, actually I'm an artist but I decided to try this out since I got the idea from a dream of mine. So here goes nothing.
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters don't belong to me. I don't own them.
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The meeting room in which Sosuke Aizen and his Espada sat was calm if a slightly tense. But what can one expect when in the same room as the man who can make you see anything that he wanted to. They were there to discuss their plans a bit more in depth but unlike most of Aizen's plans this one wouldn't be happening according to schedule.
Just as Aizen was about to speak a sudden reiatsu descended upon the meeting room just before a portal opened up. Now this portal wasn't like a senkaimon but it also wasn't like a garganta. It appeared to be a mix of the two gates.
Out of the portal came an orange and black blur that slammed onto the long table and slid to a stop in front of the lord and master of Las Noches. In the blurs path was a trail of deep crimson Blood. The blur groaned in pain but all of its concentration was on the portal that it came through.
The reaction was immediate. The ten Espadas were in battle stances, prepared for whatever might come through the portal next.
Three more figures appeared in the opening. One was a short woman with two long braids that had a metal loops on the end of each. She wore black shinigami robes with a white haori and had the second division symbol on the back. The second was an animal. Literally, he had the face of a fox or a dog maybe. He too wore black robes and had shoulder guards over his haori and large gloves that went up to his arms. He had the 7th Division symbol. And finally the third. He was a creepy man with black and white face paint. He had black robes and a bloated purple cravat. His symbol was the 12th's.
The little woman sneered as the orange haired shinigami raised himself so he was on his elbows but unfortunately he couldn't move his legs thanks to the 12th division captain's sword. On his wrist was a black band that suppressed most of his spirit pressure so that there was no way he could win this fight. They were fighting like cowards and he knew why. They were afraid of his true power. Right now he could only go into shikai.
The orange haired vizard raised his head and glared at them. His eyes showed no fear even when he would probably be killed. That was their mission. They were to arrest or kill the vizards before they became a threat and since Ichigo could never hide his spirit pressure, he was easily found and attacked. Ichigo took no notice of his surrounding otherwise he would have noticed that he was being glared at by a blue haired arrancar or that he was laying in front of his worst enemy. Or rather ex-enemy now. He had told Shirosaki, his hollow, to get him somewhere safe and he trusted his hollow to do so. So he didn't think to look around him.
"Bastards! You're too afraid to fight me at my full strength. All you are is cowards", he hissed at him. His eyes were beginning to turn gold and black from Shiro's influence. However that was all Shiro could do as the black band restricted his involvement. The orange haired vizards vision was wavering and he knew that he would soon black out but first he had to get away from them.
"You are a vile creature and as such you will be destroyed here and now!" said the black haired woman with the braids.
The three captains prepared to deliver the finishing blow that would kill him and make sure that he wouldn't be reborn or go to the soul society.
But before they could do anything else, the three captains had been slashed and pushed back into the portal by the espada. The lord immediately shut all passage between Hueco Mundo and the two other worlds.
The boy still on the table released a relieved breath and relaxed. Unfortunately he didn't stay the way for long. He tensed as he relised where he actually was. On instinct he turned his head and warm caramel brown eyes met with deep, rich coffee brown.
The vizards mouth dropped as he stared at who was supposed to be his enemy.
"S-shit!" Ichigo stuttered.
That was when his strength finally left him. He blacked out on the meeting table in front of Sosuke Aizen. And beside Ichigo's limp body was a white mirror of himself with black and yellow eyes.
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NA: I don't know what to do after this so I guess I'll figure something out if you guys like. I will love any suggestions that you have. Well I hope you guys liked it. Let me know.
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-Chilay