Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. AN: Finally I've separated this story from 'Sounds.' This is no longer a one-shot. Enjoy.
Fraccion pt.1
The girl, as he looked at her, gave off a distinct note of sorrow. Well that wasn't surprising, he thought, ignoring Gin Ichimaru's cheerful voice explaining about his new Fraccion. Most former Hollows had no memory at all about what they were previously, in this girl's case; a former Shinigami of the Thirteenth Division.
Kuchiki Rukia.
Her black hair was short, the tips pointy. Her eyes were a peculiar blue-violet, large in her thin face, staring shyly up at him as he stood before her. The white top, cap-sleeved bared her bony arms, a thin sash much like his was tied around her middle securing the hakama pants and visible beneath the wide bottom, white sandals and black socks.
"Ulquiorra-sama," she said, sinking into a curtsy. Her voice sounded hollow much like the way she looked, as if the mildest breeze might blow her away completely. "I don't need a fraccion, Ichimaru," he turned to the silver-haired Shinigami watching him with narrowed eyes.
"It was Lord Aizen's wish that you have somebody to serve you. She was found specifically for you, Ulquiorra. Unless you would like to take the matter up with Lord Aizen directly-?"
Green eyes creased in the corners, glaring slightly at the corner in which he'd been driven into. To refuse this girl would be refusing Lord Aizen and his thoughtfulness. "No. Tell him I'm very pleased to have this—girl as my fraccion." He looked back at her pale form and empty eyes.
"Follow me," he said abruptly.
"Yes, Ulquiorra-sama."
~~~*~~~
"What is the name of your Zanpaku-to?" he asked as they walked along the corridor leading to his quarters. By decree, any Fraccion the Espada chose to have were required to share their Master's rooms, he didn't in particular like this, but since he was stuck with her…
"Manga de nieve blanca," she answered promptly, her eyes straight ahead, her body rigid. "Sleeve of white snow," he mused. They reached his door, the girl stood a few feet back respectfully letting him go in first. "And where is your Zanpaku-to? I don't see you carrying it?"
"Right here, Ulquiorra-sama," she indicated a red-hilted Zanpaku-to lying on his bedside table. "Ichimaru-san said I should have my things moved in right away so as not to interrupt your rest later on," she glanced around the small room and immediately went toward the bed where as he'd left it that morning, was messy and the covers were thrown in disarray. She smoothed these out with him watching then she clasped her hands respectfully before her, "is there anything you require, Ulquiorra-sama?"
He left his station by the door and sat down, drawing his body up, "no. But if you will take yourself from my presence…then I will be pleased."
The Fraccion didn't bat an eye at his dismissive tone nor shrink from his cool glare as she slowly sunk into a bow and backed away, closing the closet door quietly behind her. So she had positioned herself in his closet…oh well at least she didn't expect to stay in his bed. Halibel's three, he had heard shared her bed and often fought over who got the pillow. But this trash was more submissive than them.
He sighed, rolling over on his side. Fifty years, Ichimaru had said, this girl had wandered Hueco Mundo. Alone.
~~~Flashback~~~
"Captain, let me go first," she said, her hand on her Zanpaku-to. Kaien made a noise as if to interrupt but she turned to him, smiling a sad reassuring smile, "no, Kaien. Allow me to avenge Ms. Miyako's death." The dark-haired man seemed taken aback but then leaned against the trunk of the tree that they were standing on, "good luck, Kuchiki. Make him pay."
She nodded. Their Captain looked slightly worried but bowed his white head in acquiescence, "be careful." Was all he said warningly. "I will," she said, jumping down to meet the hulking dark shape, its face covered by a large white mask.
"So, it's you first, eh, little girl?"
***To be continued***
AN: AU. Thanks for reading. No flames and reviews are always appreciated.
