For some unknown reason, I was sent to Hueco Mundo. Don't ask me why 'cause I really don't know. What I do know is that I am really not the right person for this job. Subtlety is not my forte and I am definately not coordinated enough to sneak undetected through a place like here I am. I admit, I have spent hours in front of the mirror practicing a convincing explaination for why I suddenly want to join the extermination of Soul Society. It was really tiring trying to get my expression just right. I just hope it'll be enough to fool Aizen. I am so gonna die. The sand is hot and it constantly shifts under my feet. Being my oh so graceful self, my feet find what could possibly be the only huge chunk of rock for miles and I land, of course, face first in afore mentioned sand. Before I can haul myself up, the sun which has been burning my poor skin for the last half-hour, is suddenly blocked by a large shadow. My fleeting relief for the shade is quickly crushed as I peer up and see the owner of the shadow. A very muscular and intimidating arrancar is smiling down at me with a rather unpleasant expression. Okay, maybe it's not a smile, but more like a blood thirsty grin. Comforting. I return the "smile" with what feels like a pathetic twitch of the lips and quickly run my eyes over the spiky blue hair and turquoise eyes set in a fierce, sharp face. "Uh..." was the only thing I could push past my numb lips. Intelligent right? The arrancar bent down and hauled me up by the front of my shirt. "Who're you?" he growled. I stared into those unusual eyes and felt a small frission of fear run up my spine. Those eyes aren't capable of mercy. He laughed at the frozen expression I felt on my face. His left hand rose, drawing even with my face. Blood coloured cero flashed in his palm. "Later shinigami." I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn't look away. "Grimmjow," a voice said from behind us. The arrancar turned, a dark look flashing over his features. "Ulquiorra," he spat. I stared as a second arrancar walked over to us and grabbed Grimmjow's arm, forcing him to release me. The two squared off for a moment, sizing each other up. Finally Grimmjow dropped his gaze. "Whatever." Ulquiorra turned to me. "You're the lieutenent Aizen-sama is recruiting?" he asked softly. I nodded and allowed him to lead me into Las Noches.
Aizen greeted me as I entered the meeting room behind Ulquiorra. "Sana. A pleasure to see you again. It seems you've already met a few of my espada." ESPADA? He smiled and it was as unpleasant as Grimmjow's earlier one but somehow far more frightening in the fact that it was unthreatening. I looked around and saw Grimmjow and eight other arrancar seated around a huge table. A mixture of blank looks and flat out glares were sent my way immediately, making me wish I could disappear. No such luck sadly. Gin and Tousen were standing a short distance behind Aizen's chair. Gin gave me a little wave and lifted an eyebrow as I remained stock still. "Please sit down," Aizen called to me. He motioned an empty chair to his left. I slowly walked over and sat uneasily. A hand under the table reached out and ran lightly over my thigh. My stomach turned and I resisted the urge to pull away. My wide eyes found their way to Aizen seeing his amusement at my reaction. To my relief he finally let go of my thigh and moved his hand instead to the table. He laced his fingers and gazed out over the assembled espada. "Now shall we begin?"