The night was black and the wind was biting. What few street lights worked were blinking and far apart. A lone girl walked along the sidewalk, her strawberry hair whipping her face and making it almost impossible for her to see. She wrapped her thin jacket closer to her small frame, shivering uncontrollably.
Watching from the shadows was a figure, his green eyes following her. He was on a mission. A very important mission assigned by a greatly respected person. To the green-eyed, black-haired male it was a great privilege.
The girl was fast approaching the man's hiding place. Her red curls bounced on her shoulders, the bags weighing heavily in her hand. Her senses were telling her someone was near, but she could see no one. It was a very eerie feeling that made her hair stand on end. She turned the corner, stopping in her tracks as she caught sight of the man.
His bright green eyes locked with her cerulean one. She was frightened, he could tell, as she dropped her shopping bags. He stood where he was as the girl looked him over, her frame shaking slightly.
The man before her was reasonably tall, his black hair shining under the dim street light. His outfit was white, his obi black. His face was possibly just as pale as the rest of him. Dark, tear-like marks made their way from his eyes and down his cheeks and stopped at his jaw bone. He had something on his head that resembled a broken helmet with a horn. It covered the top half of his head, extending to cover much of the left side of his head.
"Who are you?" The girl asked, already knowing the answer. He was an arrancar; half Hollow and half Shinigami. It was evident by the broken Hollow mask atop his head and his white clothing was just the opposite of the Shinigami.
"None of your concern." Was his reply, his own eyes watching the girl. Red hair, blue eyes, unusually large chest…Just as the others had described. This had to be her. The Hollow who thought she was a Shinigami: Chiharu. It must be.
"What do you want?" She reached for the hilt on her sword just in case she needed it. However, the man did not seem inclined to move. That's when she felt it; a barely concealed presence behind her.
She turned around just in time to block the second man's attack. He towered over the girl, a smile on his face as their swords clashed. This man also had a broken Hollow mask, though his was on his chin. Odd, red markings covered his cheekbones. He was larger than the other man, not just in height but in bulk as well. The other man was slight compared to his friend. Not to mention all the more pale.
"What do you want?" The girl repeated.
"You." The big one answered, their swords hitting at an unreasonable speed.
"Me?" She repeated dumbly.
"Yes." The black-haired man stepped forward, halting the fight. The girl turned to attack him, but the bigger man knocked her out before she could as much as blink.
The big, tan man picked up the motionless girl while the other opened the portal. A rip in the sky similar in looks to a zipper when open and it made the same sound while being opened, too. They walked into the darkness; the unnamed girl swung carelessly over the burly man's shoulder, and made their way to Los Noches.
The surrounding area was filled with nothing but white sand and scattered crystalline trees. Barely any wind was blowing and a bright moon was low in the sky. That was the first thing the girl noticed upon waking up, her head hanging limply over the large man's arm.
"Oh…" The girl groaned, sitting up to rub at her sore neck. She tried to wriggle away, but the man held her fast. With a sigh, she gave up.
"We are taking you to Aizen-sama." The green-eyed male said, voice monotonous. She opened her mouth to object, but one glance told her she had no choice. She was defeated. For now.