I finally got this up! Yay! I do not own Bleach, otherwise this wouldn't be fan fiction.

CHAPTER 1: The Abduction

Karakura Town is a pretty strange place. Sometimes there were people in black gee-like uniforms running around carrying swords. Other times there were sickening monsters with white masks that the people in the black uniforms killed with their swords. Around town, I would see transparent people with a chain broken off from a silver plate in their chest. I also got pretty freaked out when I saw people walking in the sky. I don't think they ever noticed me and I knew nobody else noticed them.

Anyways, I was walking home from school when I saw two normal people (normal being a relative term) floating in the sky. They didn't look like the people (if they are people) that I usually saw. Both were wearing white uniforms and had swords tied to their wastes. One of them had electric blue hair that stood out from even 100 feet away. The other was at least a head shorter with black hair. The on with black hair looked as if there was a helmet on the left side of his head.

I knew what I was about to do was probably a bad idea, but I did it anyways. "Hey! You two there, up in the sky! What are you doing?"

Both of them turned to look at me. There was surprise washed over the blue one's face, however, the black one just stared. The blue one opened his mouth to speak, but the black one did instead.

"It's just trash, Grimmjow," he said monotonously. "Pay it no mind."

Grimmjow turned away. Now, I'm kind of pissed.

"Hey! You with the helmet! I heard that, you know! If anything, I'm at least a recyclable!"

Helmet Boy turned around and shot me what looked like a death stare.

"Oh don't be so cold with me!" I yelled. "You're the one who is floating around calling people trash!

"Hey, Ulquiorra," Grimmjow said. "I think she can see us."

I continued my yelling rant. "Darn right I can see you. I see the others, too. You know, the monsters and the people in the black outfits with the swords. Not the mention the transparent people with chains!"

Now both of them were staring at me. Slowly but surely, they descended to my level. Something was telling me to run, but I knew I probably wasn't going to get another chance like this to have all my questions answered.

"It appears as if you can see us, girl," said the one named Ulquiorra.

As they both came closer, I saw that Ulquiorra was a pale Emo with teal tear drops coming from his eyes. There was also a horn coming from his helmet and there was a hole in his neck. Grimmjow on the other hand has blue tattoos around his eyes and had a huge gaping hole right where his abs should be. Then a realization hit me.

"Are you guys like the monsters I see around town?" I asked. "It's just that you have holes like them and wear their mask-like thingies."

Ulquiorra blinked. "A highly perceptive piece of trash, isn't she?"

Something told me I shouldn't, but I knew it would be fun to. "What did I say about the whole trash thing?"

"Well, Aizen sent us on recon," Grimmjow said. "Should we take her?"

Ulquiorra studied me carefully. "Do you have any extraordinary skills, girl?"

"I can see you. I think that's pretty special."

Grimmjow cocked and inclined his head towards me before speaking. "We're not here to play games. Quit wasting our time."

"Well," I said, looking at them both. "I'm relatively normal, much to my dismay. I can't even lick my own elbow."

Ulquiorra looked at Grimmjow. "Let's take her. I sense dormant spiritual pressure within her. Perhaps Lord Aizen will be able to activate it."

"Let's go, girl," Grimmjow said, grabbing my wrist.

I pulled away. "No, you didn't even ask nicely."

I had so many questions like; where are you taking me? Who's Aizen? Who are you? What is spiritual pressure? Why are you so mean? How long will I be there?

"We don't have time for this, Grimmjow. Just grab her."

"Wait, wha-" I never got to finish that sentence because Grimmjow had picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I screamed.

Grimmjow sighed, " Ah, no."

I squirmed as much as I could, but his grip was too strong. Perhaps elbowing him would work. No, anyone this strong wouldn't take damage. I would probably end up hurting myself instead. What about the eye? That might work.

I postured up as much as I could, pulled my finger back, and stuck him.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" he screamed. He dropped me as he clutched his eye. I sprinted away as fast as I could, only to be tackled by Ulquiorra.

"Crap," I cursed. "Since when did you become so fast?"

"It's called Sonido. It's a move we Arrancars and Espada use to move quickly. If you try anything like this again, I will break your leg."

I thought that over for a moment. If these guys were evil enough to kidnap me, then surely they are evil enough to break my leg. Ulquiorra doesn't seem like the kind of person who jokes around. He came of as serious and stoic.

I let out a deep, exasperated sigh. "Fine, just get off of me. Please."

He got off me slowly. I had a feeling that he thought I would try something again. Instead of standing all the way up, he picked me up with him bridal style.

"Oh, no," I said. "Don't strain yourself. I can walk."

Ulquiorra looked down on me with his penetrating gaze. Right away, I knew he was emotionless. Reading people was one of my greatest skills. His eyes are brilliant green. Everybody has some sort of tell and his eyes were his. Instantly I knew that he wanted to feel something instead of missing the point. To see through the hard mask he called his face, I would have to crack down on him hard. He wouldn't be one of those people who I could gently scratch away. I need to take individual blows over time to break him.

"Too slow. We need to get to Lord Aizen as soon as possible. Do not ask anymore questions, you won't receive any answers and I have no interest in small talk."

Brrr, does anybody find it cold around him? Ulquiorra is coming off the way I thought he would. Intimidation would only get him so far. He wants to come across as cold, to hide his inner yearning for emotion. I know they are inside of him deep down because he has a mind. Emotion exists within the mind. Perhaps he is unaware of that.

Grimmjow, finally recovered from his eye wound, poked his finger in the air. I heard a ripping noise and saw that the area he had poke was ripping. Inside I could see nothing but darkness. To be honest, I was a little scared. Whatever was on the other side was mind-boggling. A feeling of dread washed over we as we stepped inside.

Suddenly, we took off at a blinding speed. A light green path formed ahead of Ulquiorra as he led. Grimmjow followed closely behind him. Something told me that he didn't like the fact that Ulquiorra was running in front of him. That was another thing about Grimmjow; he likes to be dominant. Even though I had only known the two of them for three minutes, I could tell there was some unspoken tension between the two of them. Perhaps Ulquiorra resented Grimmjow.

I turned my head over Ulquiorra's shoulder to look at him. His left eye was squinted and he seemed pissed off over it. It bothered him to know that someone weak was able to do that. Another thing that I inferred was that he had a bad temper. I can see the rage in his eyes, just wanting to wail on someone. Something inside me wanted to help them. A strange thing to want considering they kidnapped me. Well, I'm not really a kid any more, taking in the fact that I'm 19.

My mind started to slow down as I turned my attention back to Ulquiorra. I began to notice how muscular he was. Despite his small frame, he packed on a lot of muscle. Good to know. I had a feeling that he knew how to use his height to his advantage. It would be good for me to know to never underestimate him. There was no doubt in my mind that Ulquiorra has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

Up ahead, I noticed a barren desert coming into view. In the distance there was a castle. It seemed small now, but it was probably a great deal bigger up close.

"Does this Aizen person we're seeing live in that castle over there?" I asked.

Ulquiorra did not look at me as he spoke, "Yes and you will address him formally as Lord Aizen."

"And we say lord in front of his name because..." I said, wanting him to finish my sentence.

"Because we exist only for the sole purpose of his use."

"Well, do you like him? Is he nice?" I knew I wouldn't get the straight forward answers I wanted, but aggravating was just as fun.

"Tch, nice?" Grimmjow scoffed. "I would hardly say that. He's more like a pain in my-"

"Enough, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra said, cutting him off. "I should cut off your tongue for speaking so poorly of Lord Aizen. As for you, girl, I might do the same if you don't stop asking questions."

"Well excuse me," I said, "for wanting to know where me kidnappers are taking me." Geez, why are these people so mean? They could at least tell me where I'm going because it's not as if we were still on Earth, well at least I thought we weren't.

The castle was starting to give me an idea of it's enormity. It was dome-like in structure with pillars at the corners. I did not like the fact that I probably wasn't going to be able to see the sky anymore once inside. The sky was currently nighttime now, and I had a feeling that it was going to stay that way.

This Aizen guy, Lord apparently, has a tight grip around these guys' necks. I don't know him very well and could be dead wrong. Although nice people don't have henchmen going around abducting people off the street. Since Ulquiorra said that I might be useful to him, I think that it means that Lord Aizen is planning something. Perhaps an army because he would need a lot of people and obviously had the room in his castle. Whatever awaited me, it wasn't going to be fun.