A/N: OMG! I'm so excited and so nervous at the exact same time! This is going to be my first story that's going to be rated M at the very beginning. It's also a romance with alot of detail (wink wink). Hope you like it. Pleeeease tell me if it's totally lame...I'm not very good at writing romances. -XOXO, Sakura-chan

The girl stood on the rafters as the battle below raged on. She felt for the girl on the sidelines. To have to watch as your loved one fought a losing battle...she felt cold tears roll down her face. Oh well, she thought, trying to shake the depressing thoughts from her mind. The boy will be dead soon. He doesn't stand a chance against Master Ulquiorra. She was about to leave the fifth tower, when he called for her.

"Castiel, come down here."

Ulquiorra's voice was as cold as ice. She had no choice but to obey. She wiped the tears from her face and launched herself off the beam she was standing on. She landed with a muffled thud against the stone floor.

"Yes?" She asked impatiently, after a moment's silence.

"Dear sister, would you be so kind as to help me with this troubling matter?" He called her 'Dear Sister', yet his voice was far from sincere.

Castiel paused for a moment, before replying.

"I refuse." She turned to leave. She could have sworn she saw the boy eye the number etched into her side. The number eight. She fiddled with the charm hanging off the hilt of her sword as she prayed for the girl. "I will not dampen my soul with the blood of humans." She heard the girl's gasp before she felt it. The cold steel that had peirced her skin. She did not feel anything. She did not see anything. It was all grey.

"You continue to refuse my request?" Questioned Ulquiorra's staticy voice. She felt the slightest twinge of pain as the blade was pulled out. It all went black.