Disclaimer: Don't own anyone but Seika and Miaka.

And any of my Crossworlds readers, please be patient! I'll have Chapter 2 up as soon as possible! Enjoy this one in the meantime! ^.^

Prologue

A deep colored portal appeared inside Hueco Mundo's castle, releasing two teenage girls. The older of the two had shoulder length light purple hair and rich dark brown eyes. Her hair was put up in a short ponytail to avoid getting in her eyes.

The younger girl had floor length blood red hair that was put up in a ponytail to avoid dragging, and piercing emerald green eyes.

"Ow, that hurt! Hey, Seika, where are we?" the purple haired girl asked looking around.

"I'd say some sort of castle. We've apparently breeched the inside judging from the alarms," the other replied, standing up. " Come on Miaka, we should get moving."

Before the two could do anything, they were surrounded by warriors in white and black clothing.

" So the intruders are nothing more than weakling little girls?!" came a sneering voice.

Seika turned to see a tall, lanky black haired man with an eye patch over his left eye standing not too far away from Miaka.

Miaka jumped up and backed away just before a few blasts came at her from an unknown source.

Seika appeared in front of Miaka throwing her arms out to block the blasts, which disintegrated before they came within three feet of her. A glare crossed Seika's face before she pointed in the direction of the blasts and fired very similar attacks. "Don't you dare touch her!" she growled.

"Heh, interesting," a smooth, wicked sounding voice said behind them.

They turned to see a silver haired man walking up to them, a huge grin plastered on his lips.

Seika instinctively moved to protect Miaka from the newcomer.

'Hmm, these two girls have interesting abilities, though I cannot tell what they can and cannot do,' a pale black haired, green eyed man thought watching the scene before him.

'Well, this is amusing. The light haired girl has hidden, untapped abilities and seems to be able to hold her own in a decent fight,' the silver haired man thought looking over Miaka before turning his gaze to Seika. " And this girl, she has raw, unbridled potential and hidden abilities she is probably not even aware of. She also seems to be able to be a very powerful fighter….'

Seika felt a presence approaching and put up a barrier as a strong spiritual pressure pressed down on them and filled the air. Seika looked around, seemingly unaffected, just before her barrier shattered.

'What?!' she thought and then heard a small noise escape Miaka's lips before she collapsed to her knees. She bent down and hled her close as if to shield her before a man with pulled back brown hair and piercing brown eyes made his appearance, walking casually up to the gathered group.

He looked at the two girls with a smile on his face before greeting them, "Welcome to Las Noches, ladies."

Nobody said anything as Seika and Miaka looked over at the man with suspicious eyes.

He smiled again without taking his eyes off of the two girls and ordered the others, "Capture them."

The warriors surrounding them closed in and Seika tried to fight a few of them off while protecting Miaka, but after a few minutes of fighting, she ended up captured by three powerful warriors. One of which had pale skin, black hair, and piercing green eyes had taken a hold of her arms. A fuchsia haired man who wore a pair of squared glasses and a tight uniform held her legs, and a man with shaggy brown hair held her fists so that she could hurt no one.

The tall, lanky, black haired man took a hold of Miaka, which resulted in Miaka screaming as she was dragged away, "Seika!"

"Miaka! Miaka!" Seika yelled struggling in her captors' arms and miraculously pulled away from them and ran after Miaka and her captor. She didn't get far as she bumped into the leader, who had appeared before her in an instant, and fell back slightly, only to be caught easily in his firm grasp.

"Quite the fighter aren't you, little one?" he asked smiling down at her.

"And you're quite the arrogant dick headed bastard!" she yelled and kicked his left side with a powerful right kick.

He barely flinched before his face became serious and in the next instant she had her hands tied behind her back, her legs bound together, a cloth wrapped around her mouth, and she was thrown over his shoulder. "Grimmjow," he said to a blue haired man with a mask on his right cheek, and then to the pale skinned man with black hair and green eyes, "Ulquiorra, follow me," he said and walked off.

Seika surprisingly didn't struggle. She knew she couldn't, not as long as this man was around. She closed her eyes and didn't bother looking at anyone.

'Miaka," she thought.