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Aizen pushed back his chair smiling as he watched the scene on the screen before him play out. It was all coming together, his plan. Standing he left the room as the soul of a women was consumed by a hallow as she protected her bright orange haired son.

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Hueco Mundo

Ulquiorra was wandering the desert that was Hueco Mundo. He had stopped for a while and was looking up at the moon wondering about why he was on this "world." He wasn't able to talk to anyone. All the other hallows either fled his presence, or tried to attack him. It was because of this that he was immensely powerful. It was because of this that he felt so empty. His mind was still wondering over the weight that was pressing on him when he felt the sudden rise in spiritual pressure off in the outer reaches of his range. He looked over in the direction of the spiritual pressure, but he wasn't able to see anything. He stood there for several more moments before taking off in the direction he had felt the spiritual pressure.

It was further out then he original thought it was, but he keep going. He was surprised when he finally ran into something; all he could see was what appeared to be a coat from the human world. He looked around but upon not seeing anything else, he reached down and picked up the coat. Underneath it, to his surprise, was a small orange haired child; the bigger surprise was that it was hugging what appeared to be a Zanpakuto.

He just stared for a while before looking around as if expecting someone to come and get the human child. After it became apparent that no one would come, he reached to push the child off the sword. As soon as he touched it though, faster than he thought possible, the child flipped over grabbing his finger and stared at him. It was at the moment that he realized three things: one, the child was a female; two, it wasn't human, but an arrancar; third, it was the being that he felt the spiritual pressure from. As she held his finger, he felt her spiritual pressure rush into him, bringing him to his knees. Just as suddenly as the spiritual pressure came, it vanished. He sat there on his knees for several seconds as he regained his bearings.

He tried to pull his figure back but the child would not let go, and would lift off the ground before resting back on the ground. He repeated this process several times, and, much to his frustration, she wouldn't let go! After the third time the child started laughing and giggling smiling up at him. What felt like hours later, he finally picked up the child, holding her as he once again tried to take his finger out of her grasp. Several minutes later, he gave up, sitting down on the sand and once again looking up at the moon.

He was startled out of thinking when he felt the child shifting around deeper into his arms. He watched as the child drifted back off to sleep as he stared at her. He had to think. As he watched her sleep, he came to know several things. This child arrancar was not possible, but yet here was evidence right before his eyes. He also felt that she had been born this way and was not an arrancar from the usual way of evolving. She was also immensely powerful, more powerful he would say then the pair of arrancar he had seen long ago wandering the dessert, much as he did. Lastly, as he watched her sleep, he felt the emptiness that was inside of him begin to fill. In many ways she appeared to be brighter than the moon in the sky. In this way he watched her sleep.

As she slept, he took a moment to really look at her; she was one of the most fascinating things he had ever seen. Her hair was a bright orange color that almost seemed unnatural, and yet seemed to suit her perfectly. However, part of her head was shielded by a partial mask that was defined by two little bones crossed in an "x" right in the center. Her skin was smooth, and her brown eyes, sparkled.

An hour later she was still sleeping, but he had a feeling that he needed to leave the area. With the girl safely tucked in his arms he sonidoed away. He was going to keep this child safe, and to do that he felt that he needed to provide a home for her. Wandering aimlessly in this waste land would not help her. He took her to the very edge of Hueco Mundo – a place where the world seemed to just stop and a large cliff was all you could see in any direction – where he once lived.

It was the place of his birth. When he had left here, he never thought he would come back. He looked around and also felt for spiritual pressures other than his own and the child's. He felt a few but they were all weak. He looked one last time at the cave before him; taking a step inside he allowed a little of his spiritual pressure to leak, lighting the cave. He nodded his head. It would do.

They stayed in the cave for several weeks. He watched in amazement as the child grew fast, from crawling to walking. She was less than two feet tall and would babble to him. He found that even though he didn't understand what she said, it brought a smile to his face. She smiled every time she saw him. She was asleep now, and he watched her. He found that he had a hard time taking his eyes off her for fear that his little sunshine would be gone when he looked back. His sunshine. She truly was the sunshine that allowed him to feel whole. Brighter than the moon in the sky, she was everything to him.

Even as he thought this he felt hunger rip through his being. He fell to the ground, holding his sides. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. All he knew was that he had been overdue when he had taken in his sunshine, and, even though the last several weeks had brought him happiness, he could not deny that he was on the verge of reverting back to an adjuchas. His hunger was so great that he found himself climbing towards the child. His hand was open to crush her head when her eyes opened, looking directly at him.

All of a sudden, he found himself outside, running towards the nearest source of spiritual pressure. The poor adjuchas that had wandered to the surface never stood a chance. Ulquiorra felt the cold blood run down his face as he feasted. As he stood, he was horrified with himself. He had tried to eat his sunshine! How could he ever think to do such a thing? He only had the sense to run the opposite direction before his hunger once again took over and he was on the hunt.

It was several hours later that he ran back to the cave. How foolish he had been! First he had allowed his hunger to become so uncontrollable that it had put her at risk. If he were to become an adjuchas, he wouldn't be able to protect her. Because of his hunger, he had been gone for well over seven hours; she could be dead. As he approached the cave; he felt the signatures of several strong hollows closing in.

At that moment, he moved faster than he ever had before; he was in such a fury that he didn't notice that the spiritual pressure signatures were being destroyed until he got there and found the cave empty except for her.

Upon seeing him, she smiled and walked to him, crying out happily. He fell to his knees, gathering her up in his arms and holding her tight. He sat there for a couple of minutes before pulling back and looking her up and down to make sure she was okay. It was then that he noticed she was holding what appeared to be a hollow mask. As he looked around the room he saw that their cave was full of hollow masks.

He looked down at her again then back at the room. She had done this. She had destroyed all the hollows he had sensed. She started to shake because of the way he was acting. Quickly he picked her up and they left the cave. He would find a better place, one where she wouldn't have to defend herself like that again. He hummed sweetly to her until she once again fell asleep in his arms.