A/N: This story use to be one of the stories I published on here but I deleted before anyone could actually see until someone wrote me in my messages in it really inspired me. That person is no longer on but they are so awesome. I was watching The Fifth Element and the music was captivating which was one of the reason of me coming back to this fic since when I first started writing this it was based on the soundtrack.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Only the plotline.

Warning: Cursing and Violence.

Spirit of the Ocean

By:

Yours Truly ;)

Chapter I

Anybody Listening?

His surroundings changed from a summer night of hot and muggy air with a hint of soothing sea breeze to a crushing artic wrap in the feel of a matter of seconds. How did the temperatures drop so low just that quick? He wondered.

His eyes opened in a slight crevice to view his arms before him swaying in every way they can to the sea foam created by the harsh waves. Slowly looking to both sides of him as rubble of the ship spiraled at the same rate he was and other parts of the ship he took refuge in for the 'It's going to make us filthy rich' expedition.

What the hell happened? His body felt as weightless as a drifting feather to the storm's wind, the thought then turned to, Am I dying?

Another harsh wave rolled over him, influencing his body underneath the brutal water. Floating above sea where a thunderstorm had claimed the pitiless sea, to pushed back underneath. His chest felt like it caved in from the blow, still he could not move to do anything about it, he was too weak to think about his safety.

The sudden impulse to move for air was not enough to make him swim above sea level once again. Instead, he drifted downwards in a terrifying velocity, trying with everything in his will to stay conscious through the impermanent adversity, but what was left of the ship became closer to vanishing. Corals and reefs started to take its place of looking at something that held a comforting interest for his beautiful death. Sea life scattered frantically from the objects eddying downwards. Here, it felt as if his eyes were heavy although nothing was holding them down.

Is this really how everything is going to end?

Lost in the Caribbean sea of an unknown area where no one would find him. No one would even care to look for him besides his annoying father and caring sisters. Most of his friends moved on, the majority went their separate ways while still keeping in touch. His chosen few were here, dying alongside with him. Rukia…Uryu…Renji…Sado, Inoue…

How fortunate of them. The six of them refused to play a role in this specific job. Nevertheless, hearing the terms 'Famous' and 'Wealthy' came to be their downfall, they were young. It was expected. Heedless of their very own deeds, they enjoyed working underwater hoping to find something mystical and challenging to solve.

Still, where did they end up? How did this all happen? He cannot perish now, especially with so much to go for, so much more to explore, people to protect. He finally succumbed to the darkness after lack of air from the water filling his chest, and his heart beating too fast that it burned, dropping to a slow deathly thump. It was over. Regardless of the vast body of water blurring his vision, this was a different type.

The type to where he was seeing things, visualizing something that would only happen in his dreams, practically a miracle that he wished happened sooner. Already he thought he was on a journey to the heavens above. The figure, curvaceous in the right places swam to him. Looking him over. His eyes slowly opened into another fissure, looking to the genuine figure before him.

I guess this is Heaven. He thought before light faded from him.

Paradise?

A bright light around him sprung from the darkness, a faceless being floating before him, of course identifying that it was a woman due to the hourglass figure. Hands reach towards his face. They were warm, soft, and gentle to his freezing skin. No matter the distance between him and it, he could not see anything to recognize the features of the gracious being. Therefore, he treasured the moment. Still cold from the crushing waters and frightened for what death would bring to him once he officially crossed over.

The faceless presence closed in on his lips, lips that were soft as a keen fondness of silk against him. It is where he tasted the salt of the sea and felt the brush of nourishing air desiccate the residue of saliva left in his mouth, puncturing his lungs with a helpful breath, then another burning trail of air, to another.

What is it doing?

Countless times of it trying to get him to breathe, he stared at the creature as his body rejected his lungs to aerate. He felt fine even with fatigue weighting down on him. Then the urge to cough never felt so over bearing in his life until a liquid substance exit his lungs. It suddenly became blurry again as his eyes gradually opened, seeing a huge tree with branches and green life soared above him. Surrounded by the stony walls of a dome in what he recognized as a cave. Thankful that it was somewhat dark even though there was a ghostly light on the ceiling from the floor. He looked, touched, smelled, and tasted the air around him. It was refreshing.

Hands twitching to the feeling of the abundant grassy plain crushed under his body, to still staring at huge tree that expanded to the ceiling of the grotto. Every breathe he took stung the back of his throat. He moved at a pace to fit his handicapped needs to sit up, looking at the breathtaking scene around him. Although it was not much, just the natural substances that survived without sunlight growing in the unknown cavern, were all he needed to be satisfied with the view.

The alien pale blue light gave him enough to see around. There to the left of him in the profuse body of water, was a large waterfall. Then to a smaller island to the right of it that would lead into what looked like a walkway, stood a rare creature he never seen before. It looked like a Doe but the glowing spots on its fur gave the idea of something else for him. What was a four-legged mammal doing underneath the sea?

The hell is that?

The creature must have heard his thoughts. For the simple fact, that soon after it looked up from chewing on the fertile grass, it ran off. He watched as it elegantly jumped side to side running down the path. He looked around once more before he held his head after feeling a minor headache, a light cough followed after as he stood up using the tree to help, "Renji!" he yelled out in a hoarse voice and his echo being the only response.

"Rukia! Orihime!"

No answer as well.

"Chad! Uryu!" he yelled on the brink of tears. He felt his knees almost give out, remembering the conversation the six of them had, an easy exchange of words between friends that could just about easily rip each other throats out. Reminiscing back to when Renji said what he was going to ask after the expedition to Rukia.

Then Orihime going back to school to become a chef.

Uryu going to visit his family.

Moreover, Chad and his self were going to start their own business together. Opening an Aquarium since it was what they both wanted when they were younger. His thoughts soon dispersed after hearing a noise from the other side of the small island, causing him to move more swiftly around the big tree, spotting the being that looked too familiar. With the exception of her having caramel skin with glowing yellow tribal tattoos the same as the animal. She dressed in almost nothing but white rags that barely covered her chest, shielding her womanly assets in her lower region front, and back, leaving her sides and legs exposed.

"OI!" she stopped after hearing his voice, her bare feet almost touching the water. Minus his eyes covering her every nature, he spoke, voice still croaky, "Who are you? Where am I? Where are my friends?"

She did not answer and instead turned to face him, glaring at him as in giving him the pleasure of seeing her fully.

He stepped closer to her, easing his existence on to her, "I need to know where my friends are!"

She stood quiet.

By now tears streamed down his face, eyes shut together from a failed attempt of stopping them, his breathing calmed, soother, "At least tell me I'm not the only one that survived,"

Her voice was low, a sedative much in comparison with an beguiling ode, "You were the only one who came here,"

He fell to the floor on his knees, tears harder than they were. If he had a stronger will to keep going, maybe he would have saved everyone. If he could not complete such a task, he was going to die trying. That was his own law, putting everyone before his well-being. But it was selfish. Everyone loved him dearly, sacrificing himself for the sake of others and not caring about his own safety would prove to get a punch on the top of his head from Renji.

"Just be grateful you're alive," she spoke in a cruel tone.

He heard her move to the glowing waters, snapping his head up to see her walking across the watery surface, "Wait!"

She did not stop and continued walking forward, ignoring the plea that was almost heard in his shaky voice.

"I said wait!" he yelled with much malice in his voice.

She kept forward, unmoved by the tone of his voice. He ran after her not caring if he drowned again, oblivious to the fact that he was walking on water to grab her arm, yanking her to look at him, "Where…am I?" expressing a glare of his own.

Her gorgeous face expressionless, "You're in Glory,"

"G-Glory?"

She yanked her arm free, rolling her shoulder, "It's a place that only…a higher being can go to,"

"And what do you mean by higher beings?"

She brought a hand above her head slowly descending her hand just in front of her face to where her succulent lips were, where a skeletal material roofed over her skin. He stared at her, engrossed in amusement with a touch of sorrow. Quickly she swiped her hand away, making the magical mask disappear.

Pupils dialated, "What was that?"

She turned walking off to her destination before he ran past her stopping in front of her, "Answer my damn question!"

Glaring at him once more before her low voice filled the space between them, "You'll figure it out sooner or later. That is if you're not dead in the next hour," attempting to continue her walk but he did not move, bringing a frustrated scowl to her façade, "I answered your question what else is it that you desire from me?"

"Help me find my friends,"

The begging was clear in his eyes but the pride in his voice would not show that, she could tell, "They are not my problem. I only saved you because I thought you were our kind," bumping his shoulder to walk by him somewhat surprised that he did not halt her movements.

She heard the water splash then punches that found no specific target. The yelling afterwards made her stop to turn midway, staring at the man on all fours berating himself into the water.

Pathetic.

Welcome

A man crying must mean that they cared for something dearly. That is what an elder expressed to her in the briefest advice. What she could not do was watch him weep like someone who lost…everything.

"They should have been there," pointing to another tree on a different island after walking down a grassy path.

"Where else do you think they might have gone?"

She turned, walking away once again, "This is the only place they should have arrived,"

He studied the pond before considering the thought of jumping in. Was it safe? Who knows? He obviously did not care and just wanted to see a familiar face. He jumped, diving in headfirst immediately swimming to a destination he had no clue where. He searched coming up for air every minute. The estimated time it took to find absolutely nothing, was approximately 30 minutes. There was no exit to this watery dead-end, just more grass and stoned walls.

Swimming back to the surface with failure heavy on his mind, he seen the woman crouched down to his level, "They're gone,"

As much as he wanted to curse her to his death and deny that his friends are dead, he could not do such a thing, because he started to believe that it was true.

"Come," she stood up looking at the morose plastered on his sulking face for a moment before turning away. She called back when she did not hear any movement, "You'll get lost if you wait too long,"

He moved, slowly but it was a start, following behind the slightly shorter guidance in front of him.

The long moment of cold silence filled the ambiance of the mysterious yet stunningly scenery around him, only her bare feet walking across the grassy plain and his shoes mashing the plantation echoed. The walk was lengthy and he found himself tripping over his own feet, not from the bumps and small rocky dunes and mountain, but he wanted to give up. Why was he always stuck with the short end of the stick? Here he was, the only survivor of a shipwreck against the wonderment of Mother Nature's tropical storm, lost without anything to familiarize with.

He looked at the woman before him, climbing down with ease while he needed the support of other inanimate objects around him, "Where are we going?" he asked, sadness quickly turning to anger when he stubbed his finger on the rock nearby.

"To my village," stopping in front of him, "first and before we go any further. Take off your clothes," turning to face him.

His eyebrow rose, "For what?" a smile crossed his lips, "shouldn't you ask me on a date first?"

She looked at him confused for a moment before he waved it off. Joy, it was a start somewhere, whether it was talking to himself in his head or mocking the rare woman before him. Although reluctant to do so, he grabbed the end of his shirt, lifting the fabric above his head. She should be amazed by what his body displayed, suprisingly she was anything but impressed.

Walking closer to him as he held his shirt, she ripped it to a design dropping pieces in different places of the trail then handing what remained back to him. She then went for his beige pants but he quickly jumped back, "Hell are you doing?"

"Do you not trust me after saving your life?" looking up to him from her hunkered stance.

"So that shadowy figure was you?"

"I guess," moving to his pants once again until he jumped further back, "why are you so fidgety boy?"

"B-because you are…you are trying to…" He caught on, "so they did survive?"

"I do not wish to give you false hope but this is only to be sure," she crouched to the bottom of his pant leg, ripping the seams to the point that they were no longer pants but shorts that fit his tall figure.

She stood up, too close to his face as her green orbs stared intently into his amber spheres that a blush spread across his nose to his cheeks. He stepped back once again, "U-umm did you get enough?" looking around him scratching the back of his head.

Certainly, she did collect enough. It pained him to discard what was keeping him warm but it was for his friends to meet him here, the greater good in his case. She told him to take off his shoes since he was not going to need it where they were about to go and he obeyed though he was not good at following orders, it was something he had to sacrifice, something small that could lead to something far more larger.

Another long walk and her spreading about the fabrics, they made it to an opening that appeared to be a dead end of rocks piled together, "Great it's a dead en—"

She walked closed to it, her ear on the rocky surface as her hands moved to find whatever it is that she was searching. The gliding over the blunt and hard surface ended when she found the cleft, moving her hand inside to where small symbols glowed on one small rock causing a extraordinary light to show.

"Come boy,"

Being the man he was, had a greater admiration with this strange place, he is someone who enjoyed the strange things in life. This was far beyond what he can comprehend. She walked in, and he followed coming to a grassy cave with weeping willows that glowed to their favor.

"This is…paradise?" looking to scenery of huts built from either straw, driftwood, or stones on different parts of the island, people walking about with their own distinct tribal tattoos glowing with different colors than the woman's own, dressed in attire that was hand woven.

Turning to look at his amazed expression, she too let out a fragile smile, "It is. More specifically called Hueco Mundo. It is where our kind has migrated. Most of us did not make it out alive since they killed us for our land," She walked further in front, as if watching over the land, "our ancestors' souls never seized to exist. They brought us to this place, where we have been living for hundreds of years,"

He pinched himself dozens of times. This was not real. It cannot be real, people surviving in a cave. For centuries they been here? In this modern age? Nah. Total bullshit if someone had asked him. There were homes larger than others exceeding into the back of the vast cavern, the only lighting being the water that flowed from the small waterfalls around the mystic an humble palace and the body of water surrounding them.

"Come now before you are seen,"

"Right," he stuttered, "…I want to thank you…for what you did back there," walking closely behind her.

Carefully examining where she stepped, "It was nothing,"

"What is your name?"

She turned to look at him. His face gentler and so was hers, "Tier,"

"I'm Ichigo," he smiled. If only the circumstances of getting here were different then this would have been something that was heaven sent. Still, the weariness in his heart would stay until his friends showed their faces. And he could not help by going off what she did by leaving a trail.

She nodded her head continuing her walk, "Welcome to Hueco Mundo Ichigo,"

A/N: I would love to hear your thoughts on my fic foreign or not. Reviews drive me! they are awesome and what Author wouldn't want to hear any constructive criticism? hehe I would like to better myself as a writer so I'm counting on you guys. Overall I hope you enjoyed.