*817 words before the rewrite, 2,163 after.

4.20.12: I decided to add more to this chapter, and plan on doing the same with the second chapter. I remember trying to rush through it was as a result, the first two chapters were icky and short. Now that my writing skills have improved a little, it should be a lot better than the first adaption.

I do not own Bleach; only Kokoro and this plot.

Chalky blackness stretched across the fake sky, making the sand appear whiter than it had been. The silence was golden and filled the air easily; even the slightest movement could be detected if one stood still. A young woman lay against the sand on her back, her dark raven hair cascading underneath her. She crossed her arms behind her head and started above her. Not a cloud was in the sky, as always; just a seemingly endless pitch - black void.

Her bright cyan eyes closed as a scowl tore from her lips. Time was running slow for her, and, unfortunately, she had actually realized this. Not a couple months earlier she'd been born, or reborn, for that matter. After revealing her name, she was given clothes, a room, and a rank; a fracción. She was ranked underneath one of the ten Espada so quickly, it somewhat relived her that she wasn't starting out as a mere Numerous. Thankfully Aizen had realized how strong she was and set her in the stack of the arrancar that served the Espada first hand. Though, on the negative side, she would have to actually serve someone. The thought made her cringe. Even Aizen himself made her blood boil; she had attacked him when she first laid her eyes on him. She knew that she wouldn't be able to do it a second time, and if she did, consequences would surely follow.

In fact, that was the reason she was even outside of Las Noches on the first place: To meet and greet with her 'comrades'. A while after her rebirth, the 8th Espada decided that he'd be the one to take her. He had claimed her without as much as a greeting, or knowing who she was. Whatever the Hell his reason was, she wasn't all that convinced it was going to be a walk in the park. If he was so eager for another fraccion, then obviously his strength wasn't all that grand. Apparently, this 'Octava', was like her master, so that would mean she had to call him as such. With a frown, she flicked her eyes opened and sucked on the silver stud pierced into her tongue, thinking bitterly. Master? Does that mean I have to follow him around everywhere like a lost dog? Bullshit, whoever this prick is, they ain't even getting a Mister or Miss out of me. I run my own show; I don't have time worrying and bowing down to someone else. Not even that damned Aizen.

At least she could customize her clothing. The regular hakama that were provided was too much for her to handle. They were heavy on her body, and when she moved around the sleeves would get in her way. So she decided to alter the top, shortening it so the hem stopped just below her chest and making the sleeves skin – tight. She made sure the top went up most of her neck. The sleeves covered her whole arms, even hiding her deformed hands from view. Her hollow fragments weren't on her face and neck like the other arrancar, and for that reason she had decided to hide them. Instead the bones were on her hands, shaping them like that of a raven's talons. They were ridiculously sharp, and the cloth at the tip of her fingers constantly needed sewing. Gripping the hilt of her sword required more effort than usual, as her fingers and palm would scrape together and felt all but satisfying for her; she had to learn how to hold her sword slightly differently in order to prevent it.

Her eyes trailed down to her zanpakutō, which was resting close by her. It was a normal – sized katana, with a cross – shaped hilt to match. She's only released it once, and it was a pain afterwards, but that sudden rush of power was worth it. It felt good, having this electric energy intertwine around your body, go through your insides, then back out again. She couldn't help but grin at the thought. It had only been a test of how it would feel, and she couldn't wait to release it again. Part of her wanted to battle it up with one of the top three Espada, just so she could have the excuse of using her release form in battle. At the same time, what would make the three want to fight her in the first place? Maybe if she ambushed one of them…

"Yer fucking kidding me!"

The female flinched and rolled over to her knees, heart pounding against her chest. She whipped her head up, only for her eyes to grow twice their size. There stood a man with dark hair, similar to hers although shorter, and he was no doubt over seven feet tall. He held an expression that wouldn't show anyone mercy. There was a shorter, dirty blonde by his side, and he looked all but assertive like the other. They both held opposite expressions: the male, whom she guessed to be the other fracción, was surprised, his mouth open just an inch, while the 'more superior' was gritting his teeth in anger, his grip on a rather large sword tightening.

An eerie silence surrounded them as sets of eyes stared down at what was in front of them. The first thing that stood out to her was the Espada's height and body structure, next in line being his sword. Their features she could care less about, since she's seen stranger arrancars in the past. Said arrancars were just glued to her; she could feel their eyes raking down her form. The two sets of eyes roamed to her attire, up her stomach, passed her covered neck, up to the cyan markings on her cheek bones, into her jet black layered hair, and only one beady eye going down to her breasts.

"A woman?"

She could feel her anger rising already. So much for the introductions, it seems they were off to a horrible start. It looked as if they needed to learn some manners. Opening her mouth to retort, it was then the smaller one noticing the pierced accessory in her tongue.

"Of course I'm a fucking woman, are you blind?"

She was surprised herself; her tone was less demanding that she had interpreted it to be. The sandy blond looked up to his superior nervously, as if almost afraid to speak to him. Immediately she had guessed that their relationship wasn't stable in the least.

"Nnoitra – sama, Aizen – sama had said the newest arrancar was female."

"Shut yer hole, Tesla! If I knew that, I wouldn't be here!"

But at the same time, that is how it should be. Espada should bring fear upon their underlings, and show that they are ones not to be fucked around with. She herself even respected them to some degree, but at the same time strength was everything to her, physically and mentally. Espada were Espada for a reason, however if they appeared weak minded or not worthy, she was not going to respect them in the least. At the same time, she hated being controlled and kept on a leash, so of course this Espada wasn't going to get any cooperation with her. If his attitude was better, things might have turned out differently. Espada needed to prove how mesmerizing they truly were. Some numerous and other arrancar thought otherwise, unfortunately. There was being respected, feared, and just absolute pitiful worship. This, she thought, was pathetic. She leaned forward on her elbows, still on the sand. This fraccion pitifully worshiped his master; she could see it in his eyes.

She would rather be seen as an equal to an Espada, not their slave girl.

It was her turn to violate their essence. First she glanced over to the one named Tesla, who was spurting out apologies like a fountain. He was plain and didn't interest her in the least. For a brief moment she glanced at his sword, which was fastened safely by his hip. He sure looks like a fraccion, all right. Simple and bland were the two words she thought of to describe him. Next she stared at the Octava himself, who in her mind should be more to look at. Immediately she scrunched her nose in disgust and dismissed that thought. His eye patch, rectangular teeth, curved shoes, wide pants, and scruffy black hair seemed like they didn't work together at all. Not to mention that beady little snake eye that was now slithering back toward her way; it made her shudder. She hated it already.

"The hell are ya lookin' at, ya stupid slut?"

She snarled, holding her expression. He seemed to be just as hot headed and resentful as she was, but she would have none of that. It may have been hypocritical, but the female arrancar was not just going to let herself be snapped at for the hundredth time that day. Arrancar pissed her off! Before saying anything, she stood, sword still on the ground next to her foot. With a cross of her arms, she scowled towards him, voice dropping.

"Who the Hell else?"

Nnoitra returned her sour expression, lifting his sword a couple feet from the ground. She couldn't help but take a glance at the structure of it. Even the blade was tremendously abnormal, but nonetheless unique. She'd give him that.

"Watch yer mouth before I rip yer tongue out."

"I'd like to see you try!"

The tall man took a menacing step toward her, a foot away in less than a second. He had to look down at her since she only came up to his chest, if not lower. She frowned and craned her neck up, hands going to her hips. They stayed still for a while, and Tesla was beginning to grow anxious. Both of them were sending each other silent glares that held death threats behind them.

Tesla felt a bead of sweat running down his temple. If he didn't get between them soon, things could get ugly. He knew his master; Nnoitra wasn't one to take backtalk, especially backtalk from a woman, no less. This particular one seemed to thrive off of it. It didn't help that she seemed to have a temper, either. Before she even opened her mouth, her spiritual pressure gave off a viscous vibe that Tesla would rather stay away from. She was walking trouble, and Nnoitra had fallen into her trap. Not that he was worried about the Octava. He was more concerned for the woman trying to intimidate him. He didn't know how strong she was, but his master was an Espada. Nnoitra would mutilate her before she even had the chance to comprehend what was happening.

"I'm waiting!"

"Don't order me around, pest!"

"You said you'd rip out my tongue," she stuck it out toward him, "go on!"

Nnoitra's hand twitched, but Tesla made his presence known before his master could act upon the persuasion.

"M-Master Nnoitra! Aizen – sama wouldn't be pleased if you injured the new arrancar!"

"Ya think I give a shit about that? Shut up, Tesla!"

"But, sir-"

"Did ya hear me?"

She rolled her cyanic eyes, withdrawing her appendage and fingers digging into her sides. She wanted to dig her bone infested hands right into that damned Espada's eye sockets! He was pissing her off, which was never a good thing to do. Blood was starting to build up from the sharp tremors on her hips. Nnoitra noticed this, and he was back to teasing her.

"HA, is the weakling woman angry? Go back inside where ya belong and stay there until yer needed!"

She snorted, "and let you stupid brutes do all the dirty work? Bullshit!"

"What else are ya good for? Nothing!"

"I can do all the things you can, motherfucker!"

In a second she felt a slender hand snake up towards her neck, forcing her body to slam into the sand beneath her. She grunted as his lanky form hovered above her.

"There's only one thing a woman's good for."

She glared up at him, wriggling around in the soft dirt in an attempt to get away. Nnoitra grinned at this, tightening his fingers around her. Her hollow hole was sensitive to touch, and with the beast's palm there, it was making the situation more flustering for her. He didn't seem to notice the absence of skin there, thankfully. Eyes met, the Octava's narrowed dangerously as he leaned close to her ear.

"Pleasurin' us brutes."

Woo~. Now on to rewriting the second chapter!

Please review now that it's better!