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Warning: This story may contain spoilers for the anime/manga.
Full summary: Byakuya Kuchki used to have a twin sister named Nashiya. She was killed by a hollow. Centuries later Byakuya comes across an arrancar that looks just like his sister. The girl has just lost the only person that she has ever cared about as much as her brother, and is dead set on revenge. Will the two recognize each other after so many years? If they do will they be able to heal the scars in each other's souls? A/N Sorry, I am terrible at writing summaries.
Hello this is my first time writing one of these stories. I am sorry if it is bad or has any grammatical errors. This idea had been stuck in my head for a few weeks now, and I finally decided to write it down. I hope you enjoy reading it :)
Italics = thoughts
The writing in italics that is at the very beginning before the * is a memory.
Chapter 1
It is a void that surrounds me. Filled with an eternal emptiness that is broken only by the sound of his footsteps landing in rhythm with mine. The sound is so familiar
that it fades into the background. I can hear the rhythmic sound of his breathing as he walks beside me, in the same place that he always does. I cannot recall how
long it has been this way, with the two of us striding side by side, our silent companionship dulling the edge of the emptiness, of the void, that surrounds us.
Wherever one walks the other will follow, wordlessly, soundlessly, but always there. I have never known the sound of his voice, never heard the utterance of his
name, never seen the face behind that mask, just as he has never seen nor heard mine. I know nothing about him besides the familiar sound of his breath as his
footsteps fall in rhythm with mine. We are strangers. No, we are more. We are all that the other has in this empty void of a world.
The artificial sun of Las Noches beats down on the warm desert sand that coats the ground below. I close my eyes and lift my face to the soothing warmth, allowing a
faint smile to grace my usually expressionless face. The smile flees from my face as I detect the increase of a familiar spiritual pressure. My brow furrows slightly as I
try to pin point the location of the spiritual pressure's owner. There. It is coming from the roof. What are you doing up there my old friend? Who caused you to use
your resurrection form? The spiritual pressure increases even more and my eyes widen slightly. Why would he do that? Who could possibly be strong enough to make
him use his second release? Unless of course he used it simply to frighten his opponent, yes, he does enjoy doing that occasionally. Usually when his hollow hole is
being especially painful. I breathe in and realize that I had been holding my breath. Foolish. It is ridiculous to be worried. None of the intruders are strong enough to
kill him. I shake my head slightly and berate myself for my ridiculous human like concerns. Yes, even now I can feel his opponent's spiritual pressure fading. He must
be dead already. How pathetic. I expected more from that substitute soul reaper. I yank my eyes from the ceiling of Las Noches and force myself to focus on the book
I had been reading before the battle began. It was an intriguing book about how the human mind worked; under most circumstances it would easily capture my
attention. However, right now I was having trouble keeping my eyes focused on the pages, they kept flitting upwards towards the roof where he is fighting. His
enemy's spiritual pressure has disappeared completely now. I know my concern is entirely pointless, after all the battle is over, yet I just can't shake this feeling that
something is going to happen. I growl inwardly at how pathetic I'm being. Sitting down here and fretting like some ridiculous human. Even as I berate myself for this I
find my feet moving of their own accord, traveling closer to the hole in the roof where he is. I sigh inwardly and admit defeat; my annoying emotions are obviously
getting the better of my rational mind. I force myself to walk at my normal pace, trying to convince myself that I am simply taking a leisurely stroll. Suddenly I freeze
mid-step, my head snapping up to stare at the roof, my eyes widening in surprise. What is this? There is a new spiritual pressure up there. It feels like that of a Vasto
Lorde, no, it feels much stronger than that of a Vasto Lorde. Will it attack? If it does will he be able to defeat it? I feel a slight panic rise up inside me. This new
spiritual pressure is massive, and it is filled with such malice I am certain the creature is out to kill someone or something. If it were to attack him I am not certain
that he would win. I need to help him. I need to be there. I wrench my gaze away from the roof and force my face back into its normal expressionless mask before
taking off at full speed towards the location of the fight. I am on the opposite side of Las Noches from where he is fighting, so even with sonido it will take a few
minutes to get there. I am almost there when I feel the mysterious Vasto Lorde's spiritual power shift and turn into that of the substitute soul reaper. That makes no
sense. How could that human turn into a hollow? He was dead wasn't he? As soon as these thoughts flit through my head I feel his spiritual pressure fluctuate and
then fade away. I skid to a stop, dragging my feet through the sand until I trip and fall to my knees. I look up at the ceiling as a wave of unbearable shock and grief
washes over me. If not for the many years I have spent repressing emotions and maintaining an expressionless mask, I would have broken down right then and
there, sobbing my heart out and screaming my unbearable pain to the world. As it is I cannot stop the single tear that seeps through my emotionless façade, sliding
down my cheek to moisten the sand below.
"Ul-qui-orra" my voice is broken as I whisper his name. I close my eyes and raise my face to the world, "Farewell my old friend, may you finally find your peace." I can
barely repress the tears that are threatening to fall down my cheeks, wanting to follow the tear lines etched in my skin. Tear lines that are so similar to the ones that
mark Ulquiorra's cheeks. Why? Why did you have to die? Why did you kill him? I lower my head and clench my hands into fists, hard enough for my nails to draw
blood. When I raise my head again, my emotionless mask has slipped, and my eyes are swirling with the mixture of grief and anger that is slowly filling my entire
being. I know who is responsible for your death, my old friend. I know and I am not one to sit idly by with such information. This world has become an unbearable
place without you in it. Soon I will find a way to follow you into whatever lies beyond, but first, first I will have my revenge.
"Yes, I will have my revenge, and then I will follow you into the true void. The one that lies beyond."
Thanks for reading :) I plan on continuing this story and will try to post the next chapter soon. If you want to review it would be greatly appreciated. If you don't that's fine too.