A.N: This is a sequel to Soldiers. More or less. More like a sequel to Tragic Love chapter. And I will incorporate Trea Schiffer series from SickDrabbles. You know the lines, "Can I have a little brother?" I will stick that in the story somehow.

You have to read Soldiers in order to understand why they act the way they do. And to understand my rather strange way of writing.

This is an AU from soldiers mixed with Tragic Love. What happened was…they didn't have a coup. So Aizen is still alive. The Espada have their eccentrics. This starts off after Trea is kidnapped and Orihime is back in the Living World with amnesia. I need a good place to put her. Can't be Japan because they'd find her there. Or it could be…still thinking.

As warning, this will be tragic and funny. And somewhat weird.

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The room was sterile, white, just what an operation room is supposed to be. It was strongly lite by many lights. It made the room brighter, whiter and it made Szayel's pink hair pale in comparison.

On the white table, lied Trea his eyes wide and unseeing. He was stuck in a state of hypnosis as Szayel did his work. The small child looked so frail on the big table, innocent and weak.

On one wall was a two-way mirror where observers could view what was happening. Ulquiorra watched detached, wondering why he felt so bad for this to happen to his son.

"Ulquiorra." The soft-spoken words jolted him out of his musings. Ulquiorra turned to see Aizen, his lord and master.

Aizen walked in easy measured steps next to Ulquiorra, peering through the window before turning back to the cuatra Espada. "Having second thoughts?"

"No sir." Ulquiorra ducked his head, eyes closed as if it would erase the memory of what he was condoning.

"You know I don't like being lied to Ulquiorra." Aizen said gently. "Speak your mind."

Ulquiorra looked up at his leader. "Aizen-sama, is this really necessary?" He was referring to what was going to happen to his son.

Aizen nodded. "Yes." He adopted his fatherly mask, the one that allowed him to hide in Soul society so long. His best was the dork mask; good for making himself look harmless. "Your son needed help an intervention as the humans call it."

Ulquiorra thought back at Trea's first few days at Los Noches and the violent reaction that occurred. Trea was being ripped apart in Los Noches from the inside out. Aizen was correct, his son needed help.

"I must go Ulquiorra." Aizen went to the entrance of the room, pulling the door open.

He went into the room, taking out a small orb. Szayel had left the room, giving Aizen room to work. With the Orb of Distortion, Aizen will heal Trea and conveniently give him amnesia.

He activated it, while the power is not as strong as before it would suit his uses. What a shame to lose Orihime, Aizen mused as he used his reiatsu to trigger the orb. As the energy traveled from the orb to the patient, Aizen watched with a creator's sense of glee.

He drew his sword and dispelled the hypnosis over Trea. The child closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

"Have a nice sleep." Aizen whispered as he sheathed his sword. He purposely made his voice to be confident and calming. He exited the room. "Ulquiorra."

Ulquiorra snapped to attention. "Yes sir?"

"The boy is under your dominion. You're going to be a great father." He said the last part like a concerned parent, a doting father.

Ulquiorra bowed. "Of course."

Aizen turned and left through the door, the end of his coat swaying as he moved. He had other matters to deal with. One does not become God by sleeping or sitting on ones ass. His plans has not changed much, it will need some minor tweaking but other than that. It was perfectly fine. He will become God.

Ulquiorra pivoted, walking into the room surveying his sleeping son. He picked him up with one hand. For a second he fumbled, not knowing the correct way to hold the boy. After a review of his memories, he simply grabbed the child by the scruff of his shirt. After seeing how the child dangled ungracefully, he switched positions. Instead, he carried the boy under his arm.

Ulquiorra walked back to his room in silence. The others were doing their own things. As he walked, he passed by Orihime's room. He paused, sparing a glance at the empty room. For a second he imagined that she was still in there, making something or just gazing at the moon. He immersed himself in memories of her laughing, memories of her pestering Grimmjow or just simply existing. He missed her, deep down inside his icy façade.

He felt anger at Soul Society for making Orihime forget him and banishing her away. Once he finds out who made the decision, then he will be the one to rip out their heart. She never did explain what heart was. He still wanted to learn.

The brief lapse into memory faded as his feet carried him towards his room. When he go there, he walked into another room. There, he placed Trea onto it or tried to. Sometime during the walk, Trea had grabbed a piece of his jacket and would not let go. Ulquiorra was reluctant to injure or yank Trea's hand away from his jacket. After a few tugs, Ulquiorra finally decided on a method in which to satisfy himself and Trea. He settled down on the bed, shifting Trea a bit so that they would both be comfortable.

After a few hours, Trea's grip loosened and Ulquiorra wiggled out. He took the blankets and wrapped them around Trea. When he looked at Trea, Ulquiorra noted how much his son resembled him with the hair and the eyes. Ulquiorra wondered what Orihime thought when she saw Trea the first time.

Ulquiorra went to the door and closed it. He walked out. He had business to do all of it centering around his son. Another thing he would have to do is draw up a list of things and people that he doesn't want his son near at all.

Seriously would you let your son or daughter near Nnoitra? Or Grimmjow? Or even Gin?

No fucking way.

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The following morning, Loli was ordered to awake Trea and send him to Ulquiorra. She knew what would happen to her if she played with the kid.

"Hey kid, wake up." A sharp nasally voice said obliviously disgruntled. "Can you hear me brat?"

The lump under the pillows wiggled for a few seconds before stopping. The arrancar scowled. "Get up, you little pest!"

Trea poked his head out of the set of covers he wrapped himself in, fixating a glare at the arrancar. "Go away." He disappeared beneath the covers again. Trea didn't want to wake up. This place was scary and his head felt fuzzy.

The arrancar growled, before marching over and yanking the blankets away angrily. "I am not going to take the fall if you're late for your breakfast with Ulquiorra-sama."

Trea stuck his head out again. "Tell your master to screw himself." Strangely, the name Ulquiorra meant something to him. Which was strange since he never met Ulquiorra.

In a flash, she grabbed him by his hair dragging him out. "Listen brat, why don't you tell him yourself."

Trea pulled himself up, ignoring the pain in his head. He bit down hard on her wrist. She yelped in surprise as his sharp teeth sank into her arm. She instinctively let go, throwing him aside into the wall. She wiped away the tiny splotch of blood, furious that she let a baby injure her.

When she looked back at where she thrown Trea, he wasn't there. Alarmed, and a bit ticked off she looked around the room trying to find a place where a small child would hide. After searching the entire room, upside down and right side up it was then that she noticed the door was open.

"Shit."

Trea wandered around the halls, finding some way to get back home. The problem was that the walls all looked the same. Within minutes of running, he was utterly lost. First things were first, find mom. But he couldn't smell her anywhere, any scent he picked up were old and intermingled with another. That must mean she was still in Soul Society and that he should invest all his energy to get home.

This place was dangerous; he could feel it in his bones. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled and Goosebumps ran up and down his arm. Trea tiptoed through the halls keeping an eye out for any being who would impede his way.

Why can't he have a zanpakuto? Something big and strong like Ichigo's or something with tons of abilities like Byakuya's. Was he not worthy yet?

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, he wasn't paying much attention to his surrounding and as such ran into someone. With a cry of surprise, he crashed onto the floor. Something wet, but tasty fell on his head. It was chocolate; in fact, it was a chocolate cake.

Trea looked up at the huge person, the chocolate cake sitting on his head like a dilapidated hat. The big man wore a Love the Chief apron with a chief's hat on his head. He didn't look like a person of much intelligence but he looked scarily strong.

"Ulqu.." The big man blinked, and scratched his head several times. "No you're not Ulquiorra, you sure look like him just pint sized."

With a huge hand, he grabbed Trea by the back of his jacket. The cake fell off his head, leaving pieces in his hair. He was dangled unceremoniously off the ground, unable to do anything to stop his current predicament.

He was dragged to a big door numbered with a huge archaic four. The big man knocked. "Oi, Ulquiorra open up." He banged on the door.

The door slid open, Ulquiorra stood there looking disapprovingly at the big man. "Yammi."

Yammi grunted. "This is yours, right?" He held up Trea.

Ulquiorra looked at Trea, stared as the chocolate cake crumbs fell out of his hair and onto the pristine white hallway. "Thank you Yammi." He grabbed Trea, taking him from the tenth Espada.

"I have to get back to cooking, ruined my last batch." He lumbered off back to the kitchens.

Ulquiorra closed the door, taking the silent Trea into his inner sanctum. The room was very bland, it was a Spartan arrangement, and there was almost nothing for any luxurious item. Tera half expected the bed to be made of rock. Ulquiorra opened another door to what seems to be a bathroom; it had a sink, a huge tub and towels.

Without a word, Ulquiorra dumped Trea into the tub and turned on the faucet. The water and it scalded his skin. He was unused to such treatment, usually with Mom he would make his own bath and put bubbles in it. It would smell nice and would be so warm he would sometimes fall asleep.

A splash of hot water dashed him away from his fantasies. He was in a hot water where the retarded clown dumped him in. Said clown was staring down at him. "Strip, clean yourself and the servant will have a fresh set of clothes for you outside."

Trea flushed a dark red. "I'm not going to have sex with you."

"What?" His words came out a bit squeaked. Ulquiorra knew what sex was but why did he expect him to have sex with his son? Don't tell him that Nnoitra already got to him. If Nnoitra did, the fifth Espada is going to find himself less of a man in the most painful way he could.

Trea shook his head vigorously. "You're one of those perverted men who would get their jollies by having sex with little boys." He learned all this knowledge from eavesdropping from his mother's friends.

Again Ulquiorra was shocked. He placed a hand on his forehead. "I will leave but make sure to wash up." He left the room, closing it behind him.

It was time he had a long talk with Nnoitra about rumors and strange sexual practices and mentioning them around his son.

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Somewhere in the world, one woman woke up eyes wide. It was raining and she was getting soaked. She sat up, confused. After a bit of thinking, she concluded. "I was kidnapped by aliens!" She declared with much seriousness.

She then started searching herself for any sort of alien metal or piercing or artifact. Sadly she didn't find any.

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And..that's chapter one. I hope you guys like it. And please give suggestions to where to plop Orihime down. What country, city…whatever.