Note: This is my first time writing fan fiction, so if I am too abrupt please let me know. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: The characters and everything else you recognize is the property of Kubo Tite.
Chapter 1
Her head felt so heavy as she struggled to open her eyes.
Why does it hurt so much?
Slowly, wincing with pain she got up, opening her eyes forcibly and gasped. Crowds of people, shinigami and humans were cramped into a room with high ceilings. Frantic grey eyes searched for a familiar face as her bewildered mind tried to comprehend what was happening. Ignoring the pain in her ribs, she staggered through the crowd, panic rising with each unknown face, each pair of eyes reflecting the same horror she felt was present in her own.
Unable to bear the pain any longer, she leaned against the wall and forced her pounding head to think, to remember.
Flashback
The sky was littered with strange people, their movements too fast for her eyes to follow. They all seemed the same, despite the stark contrast in their clothes, brandishing swords that could do strange things. She had watched them, frozen in her place on the ground, a nameless dread gripping her. She had watched in horror as one by one th-
She was jolted out of her thoughts when someone slammed into her side, bringing in a sharper wave of pain and dizziness. A shaking hand felt to see if her hairpins were intact. She had never known where her power had come from. When she saw the people in black garb, shinigami she remembered the people in white had called them, she had felt a strange sense of solidarity with them. Many a night she had lain with hazy images of a monster with a mask, her brother her mind whispered, and a shinigami who had protected and saved her. The memories were fleeting, teasing her and ultimately slipping through her grasp.
Months later she had encountered another one of those creatures, and this time something far more amazing had happened, her hairpins, a gift from her beloved brother had saved her. She had imagined uncountable times how it would feel to be a superhero, but she hadn't felt anything like that, she hadn't felt confident and happy. If anything, it had fueled her sense of confusion and unease.
She was shocked out of her reverie by the door slamming open. Her eyes widened and she instinctively shrank back with the crowd, taking in the huge sword, if it could even be called that, the feral grin.
"Well aren't you the lucky few?"
His grin widened taking in their varied reactions. Without warning, he grabbed a blonde woman from the crowd.
"Guess you will do well enough"
"Nnoitra sama we were asked to wait for orders from Aizen sama"a blonde man intervened . In a blur of movement, the man was thrown against the wall.
"Who the hell asked your opinion?"
"My deepest apologies Nnoitra sama" the man said, as he calmly got up to follow the black haired man who was dragging the woman behind. As the door shut behind them, the silence they left behind was deafening.
For the first time in her life, she wished she was dead.