To any of you that may have read my other stories, I have returned from the dead- and started a fresh. Sorry about that. Please enjoy this story and feel free to leave a review telling me any ideas that I could incorporate into my new story.

Here's just a little something I want to do. Basically, it's going to revolve around the normal plot line of Bleach.. but I'll be focusing on the lives of the Espada (in particular Neliel and Grimmjow). There are spoilers ahead, so you've been warned. And I'm holding as true as I can to the plot line, so.. epic yayness and what not.

Disclaimer; I do not own Bleach or its story line or its characters or blah blah blah. But seriously.


Neliel walked at a brisk pace down the white halls of Las Noches, her chin pointed high and her posture held in an elegant fashion as the taps of her dainty, sandal clad feet resonated off the sterile white walls around her. Her slim waist and large chest were wrapped up in a modest white uniform that covered the entirety of her body; the only thing unkempt about her was the mane of wild, green hair that cascaded down her back and to her waist. Neliel was secretively very proud of her unique hair, percieving it as one of her prominent features, alongside her pink facial tattoo and hazel gold eyes.

She was in a hurry. Master Aizen had called for a gathering of the Espada to witness the birth of what Aizen had referred to as a "very savage Arrancar". Neliel hadn't witnessed the birth of any Arrancar yet, and to be honest she was quite excited. The fact that she had been especially asked for by Aizen himself sent her reeling with curiosity, and thus had decided to leave her room early and walk to the hall as opposed to using sonido and getting there in seconds. Walking took her mind off of things, and that is exactly what Neliel needed right now, as she concentrated on the movements of her delicate feet across the grey tiled floors of Las Noches.

A dark reiatsu suddenly exploded from behind Neliel, making the hairs on the back of her neck bristle and goosebumps appear on her conviniently covered arms. She could feel the tiny, purple pupils boring into the back of her neck, and already she could picture the sneer that consisted of blindingly white teeth on the face that she detested most. Bringing her step to a halt, she turned slowly, her eyes dropping in a nonchalant fashion.

"Nnoitra." Neliel inclined calmly, looking up at the much taller man who loomed over her smaller figure with an obvious formidabilty about his posture.

"Neliel." he replied smugly, looking her up and down in a leering and perverted gesture, attempting to make Neliel feel uncomfortable. Of course, this was their usual routine; Nnoitra would go out of his way to seek Neliel out and antagonise her in every way possible, to which she would either ignore him completely or sonido away, also ignoring him completely. The silence between the two extended to the point where it was becoming awkward; usually Nnoitra would continue taunting her, and Neliel found with a pang of irony that she preferred his constant taunts to his unnerving silence.

Neliel looked up at Nnoitra briefly, and quickly sighed in disgust as she saw his gaze fixated in a hypnotic stare upon her breasts.

"Nnoitra." Neliel said calmly, but with a sudden edge to her voice. As if snapping out of a trance, Nnoitra looked up, his eyes narrowing to slits as he replicated the same seething anger that the Tercera Espada beheld on her face.

"I would prefer it," Neliel began, "if you did not sexually harrass me so obviously in the company of others." Nnoitra looked up slowly to spot a group of Arrancar hovering around a nearby doorway, watching the conflicting tension with unsuppressed curiosity.

"What do you think you're lookin' at?" Nnoitra drawled in a deadly tone, his hand tightening threateningly on the hilt of his sword. The Arrancar, sensing their near death, scattered in a split second, leaving not a trace of life behind. Looking back to where Neliel was standing, Nnoitra glared in annoyance as he saw that the Espada had already continued on her way down the hall. With a burst of reiatsu, Nnoitra appeared in front of her, halting her journey a second time.

Neliel took in a deep breath, before exhaling patiently, and looked back to Nnoitra. "You aren't usually so annoying, Nnoitra." she said coldly. "What do you want?"

A grin crept across his face at the sound of Neliel's exasperation. "You ain't usually this talkative, Neliel. Could something be bothering ya?"

"I don't have time for this today, Nnoitra. Move now, or I'll pluck that perverted eye of yours out of your head." Neliel snapped in reply, moving to push past the Octava Espada. An iron grip grasped her left arm, dragging Neliel back. Scandalized, she whipped her head around, her hair flying out behind her as she reached for her sword.

"You dare?" she hissed, staring into the eyes of her antagoniser, her insides recoiling in disgust as Nnoitra drew her face ever closer to his, his other hand coming up to grab her face in a tight, vice- like grip.

"Don't go parading around so high up in the clouds, princess." he spat, menice flashing in his vivid eyes, "Should something go wrong and you just happen to slip.." he trailed off, his grin fading, replaced by a look of pure murder. Neliel's breath froze as Nnoitra's hand slid down her face, his finger tracing her clavicle lightly..

And then she was suffocating.

Neliel gritted her teeth as Nnoitra's hand clamped in a death like vice around her neck, the blood in her veins pumping madly as she felt adrenaline coursing throughout her body. Snapping from her normally refined facade, Neliel swung her free right arm out in a movement so fast that it blurred even to the trained eye. The punch connected with Nnoitra's jaw, and a sickening crack echoed down the hall before he was flung into the wall, the crash resonating powerfully throughout the building. Chest heaving slightly from the chaos of emotions her mind was pulled through, Neliel straightened her back, before walking toward the rubble in which the leecherous Espada had been flung into. Her hand dove in amongst the ruins, pulling Nnoitra out by the hair until his face looked up into her own. His jaw had been dislocated, and the black blood poured from his mouth and his nose as his half closed eyes focused on Neliel's own.

"If you ever touch me again," Neliel hissed, fury seeping like acid into her voice, "I will end you." She pulled Nnoitra's hair until it started to come out of his head, listening with savage glee as he grimaced in pain, his teeth bared in agony as he glared up at her. Dropping his dislocated face and hearing it smack to the floor, Neliel straightened her shoulders again, and turned to walk away.

"You dead fuck." Nnoitra raised his head to look at the frozen back of the Tercera, whose calm facade was still fragile from the burst of rage she had unleashed. "No matter how hard you pretend to act otherwise, you're just like the rest of us. An absolute monster." He laughed bitterly, before choking on his own blood. After a his coughing fit died down, Nnoitra looked to where Neliel had been standing.

She was gone.


The room was dark, the only source of light coming from the Hogyoku, which was emmitting a calm, blue aura. Neliel had long ago forgotten the conflict that had occurred between her and Nnoitra, and she could make out his shadow on the other side of the room, where she could feel him glaring daggers at her. The shadows of all the other Espada hovered around the room, though Neliel could make out her former master, Barragan, much more easily than the others due to his immense throne and army of Fraccion. She was quite afraid to approach the old man; he was one of the most powerful Vasto Lordes she had ever come into contact with, and recently he had gone through a couple of major upsets.

First, there was Aizen, who had come in and conquered Barragan's kingdom by force, digracing the former king by having him become one of the ten swords. Initially Barragan had been the Primera Espada, but then Stark and Lilinette had come into being. The two had proved themselves as worthier warriors than the former king and took his place as the Primera, disgracing the king even furthur. Barragan was hardly approachable these days; if anyone had the misfortune of running into him on the grounds of Las Noches, it meant a certain, slow and torturous death.

The order of Espada had run smoothly for at least a month or so now; 1st Espada Stark and Lilinette, 2nd Espada Barragan, 3rd Espada Neliel, 4th Espada Ulquiorra, 5th Espada Dordonii, 6th Espada Cirucci, 7th Espada Gantenbainne, 8th Espada Nnoitra, 9th Espada Teresa and 10th Espada Aaroniero. Recently the 9th Espada, Teresa, had gone on a mission into the deserts of Las Noches in order to find more powerful Arrancar to bring back for the army. Instead, an armoured panther with piercing, blue eyes brought her back in the form of a tattered corpse, which both pleased and disturbed Aizen at the same time.

Said panther was now pacing uneasily within the glass barrier that Aizen had set up for the transformation. Neliel felt a pang of pity for the creature as it became more and more claustrophobic within the box, its ears flattened to its skull in anger as its tail twitched with irritation. However, the panther had killed an Espada, and the necassary precautions were being made to keep the feral beast contained.

A loud click resonated through the deathly quiet room, and all the Espada looked up expectantly. The large, white doors rolled open slowly, and in walked Aizen, flanked by his subordinates Gin and Tousen. "Good evening, my dear Arrancar," he began, his calm voice both powerful and intimidating, "I am sorry to have made you wait."

Aizen walked over to the glass barrier and placed the Hogyoku in the box on top of it. The panther watched warily, and began to hiss when Aizen stepped back to look at it. Aizen raised an eyebrow. "Well, you've certainly got some fighting spirit in you." he commented nonchalantly before he raised his index finger to the Hogyoku and touched it. A loud, crackling sound exploded through the room, and Neliel watched with wide eyes as the panther began to transform. Paws turned into hands, hind legs transformed into limbs, and slowly the panther began to transform into an Arrancar. After about a minute, the crackling stopped, and the Arrancar looked around the room warily, and went to stand up.

Then the screaming started. Neliel closed her eyes as she felt true pity for the creature, who would at this time be experiencing a pain like no other. The thing with becoming an Arrancar was that it wasn't just a magical puff and a more powerful being appeared. When one was given power, they must give something back in return. Neliel thought briefly of her Hollow hole and shuddered once, listening to the screams that echoed throughout the room.

Finally, it was quiet. Fog settled around the room, and the naked being slowly got to its feet, trembling. When the fog cleared, Neliel's eyes widened a little at the strange Arrancar before her.

The first thing that stood out to her about him was his hair. Electric. Blue. Hair. Looking down at his legs, she stifled a smirk when she realised that he was an a la naturale blue. Then there were his eyes. They were a striking blue that pierced through everything that they saw, shifting quickly around the room and taking in all the other Espada. Those eyes met Neliel's own briefly, and she felt her pulse quicken as he continued to stare at her. Finally, he looked away, and Neliel let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding. She continued to observe him shamlessly; he had been created with tattoos that decorated the corners of his eyes that matched his blue eye colour, and a strong, handsome face, which was half obscured by an odd jaw fragment of his hollow mask. Every inch of his body was lithe and well muscled, as was expected of an Arrancar that had previously spent its life in the deserts of Hueco Mundo struggling to survive. Neliel's eyes rested on his stomach, and felt sick for the Arrancar. A dark, black gaping hole had been made in the middle of his stomach, black blood still framing the outside of it from the fresh wound.

Aizen stood before the Arrancar, watching as he observed his human hands. "What is your name?" he asked simply and calmly. The power in his voice caught the Arrancar's attention as he looked up quickly. He considered Aizen for a moment, becoming defensive and wary.

"That depends. Are ya powerful?" the Arrancar drawled slowly, his deep voice filled with a sense of feral power. Aizen smirked briefly. "Am I?" he returned in response, looking quietly at the Arrancar. The Arrancar narrowed his eyes momentarily, and Neliel held her breath and bit her bottom lip as a tense moment passed. Then, he bared his teeth in a savage grin.

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez."


There, just to get the ball rolling. Feel free to leave a review, and hopefully you enjoyed reading!

Thanks :)

~Gracie

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