-Chapter One-

Ulquiorra was unsettled. Every night he was battered with strange, disjointed dreams filled with people he had never met. The strangest thing was, though, that he felt as if he did know these people and had strong bonds with all of them. Only problem was, that was impossible.

He shook his head to clear such thoughts from his mind as he continued along the bright white hallways of Las Noches.

'Such thoughts bring only weakness,' he admonished himself, 'I cannot afford to be weak in order to help Aizen-sama achieve his goals.'

Turning a corner, Ulquiorra ran into the Sexta Espada, Grimmjow Jaggerjaques. Quite literally, in fact.

"Oi, watch where you're going ya emo prick!" shouted Grimmjow as he spun around in anger. Ulquiorra simply continued to walk on, ignoring the teal-haired arrancar's threats and protests as per usual. He knew that responding to Grimmjow would only encourage his behavior. Such it went for all children. Eventually, he reached his destination and knocked on the grand doorway in front of him.

"Enter," echoed a voice from within. Ulquiorra lost no time in following the command, knowing his master's great impatience.

"Ah, Ulquiorra-kun. Right on time as always," smirked the ex-Captain on his grand white marble throne, "I have an important mission for you. A soul has been recently spotted in Karakura Town. No surprise there, of course, but the soul doesn't seem to be human, shinigami, or Hollow in nature. Reports state that it appears to have great brown wings upon it's back. I want you to go and find this soul and observe it. Should it have unique abilities and can be used, I want you to report back immediately with the specifics. Am I clear?"

"Hai, Aizen-sama."

"Good. You may go, then." Turning and briskly leaving the throne room, Ulquiorra began to think about his mission. It seemed simple enough, though there was bound to be a large number of shinigami from his recent apprehension of Inoue Orihime, but they could be easily handled. Ulquiorra was by far more interested in the target of his reconassaince mission, the brown winged soul seen in that area. 'I feel like I should know someone like that. I have certainly seen such creatures in my dreams of late. All the more reason to check it out, I suppose…'

Ulquiorra entered his quarters and got his zanpaktou in case the Kurosaki brat decided to attack him. Once it was safely attached to his belt, Ulquiorra opened the garganta and jumped through it to the living realm. Arriving where he and Yammy first made their appearance, he aimed his pequisa to locate the creature's reiatsu location. I took awhile to slog through the immense reiatsu of Kurosaki and his little nakama, but he soon found the odd signature and quickly sonidoed towards it.

Surprisingly, Ulquiorra began to feel apprehension rising within his chest as he neared his target, although he had no clue as to why that would occur. In mere seconds, he had reached his destination and ceased his musings. It was a small forest clearing where he found himself, and his large-winged target could easily be seen sitting on a tree opposite from himself and staring up into the night sky.

The strong sense of recollection that had hit him when he had been told of this mission returned with a vengeance. It was so strong that there was no doubt left in his mind that he indeed knew this man, perhaps have even once been friends with him. This confused Ulquiorra greatly, because nowhere else in his memory had he met this man and his very earliest memory was as a Vasto Lorde class Hollow roughly two years prior to that moment before Aizen had turned him into an arrancar. Pictures began flashing behind his eyes: the winged man with others including and often-seen young man with deep blue hair and eyes carrying an immense yellow-orange sword, a knight clad in silver armor with flaming red hair braided behind her back with a large axe held loosely in her hand, a huge mountain of a main with wild red hair clad in battle gear with a tail and cat ears accompanied by a much smaller man with light periwinkle hair also with cat ears and a tail. The other was quite clearly a battlefield, and he saw the man with great brown wings dive off of a high cliff before transforming into a giant hawk with a sharp beak and fierce talons ready to shred the bodies of his enemies at a moments notice.

As Ulquiorra snapped back to reality, he let out a ragged, unwilling gasp. The soul of the hawk-man's ears suddenly pricked up as he heard the sound and whirled around to see his stalker's face. His eyes widened upon catching sight of Ulquiorra.

"No, it couldn't be," he said in a shaky tone before his eyes lit up as if discovering some joyous piece of information, "It IS! What happened to you, my dear friend! You look so…different! All pale and wearing white too, how unlike you! And what's with those green marks on your face? They look almost like tear marks." At this, Ulquiorra took an automatic step back and placed a hand on his zanpaktou. The strange man's face adopted a look of sadness after observing Ulquiorra's actions.

"My, friend, what is wrong with you? Please tell me you have not forgotten. It is me, Tibarn, remember, Soren?"

Hah! I finally get around to typing this story! :D It's a crossover fiction with Fire Emblem 10, and I really am not sure where I got the idea for it. I think it was on the band trip, but who knows, neh? Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter and please remember to review. It motivates me to get the next chapter typed up faster. C ya'll later!