The Servant of the Fallen Angel
Summary: Aizen, years ago, began his prototypes of Arrancar. However, what he didn't realize was that the most powerful was never made with the Hougyoku. When Gin gets his hands on her, Aizen is too blinded by his own love to notice the growth of power.
Disclaimer: Arashi is owned by my good friend NiteVenom. She was gracious enough to let me use her since I loved the character so much. Also, I do not own BLEACH. That is Tite Kubo's. I own nothing but my own characters!
A/N:
Well, I got two comments / reviews in two days. Not bad, huh? I'll have to post this up later, though. Happy Mother's Day! I hope I get it posted up in time! Also, I realized that my method of separating sections didn't work. Therefore, I'm redoing that. Also, nobody guessed right! I'm rather surprised...
As it stands, these are the story's pairings. If you win a contest, you may be added to the list…
Aizen / Arashi (NiteVenom)
Gin / Mija (MINE!)
Tousen / Kajisasa (MINE!)
Stark / Dlareme ()
Barragan / None
Halibel / None
Ulquiorra / Sato (FireFox)
Nnoitra / None
Grimmjow / None
Zommari / None
Szayel / Maiya (MINE!)
Aaroniero / None
Yammy / None
Warning: A bit of bad language in here, thanks to a certain Kitty…And a bit of gore as well.
Chapter 2
Cracked Fire
"We are soldiers, stand or die."
--Rise (Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex)
Defensively, Arashi began to scoot back on the bed. She was attempting to get to a point where she could run around the man and run out the door. He grinned at her maliciously, blue eyes flashing in the light. There were green markings along the bottom, like eyeliner almost in an odd way. Arashi rose slowly as the man's hands slipped into his pockets. His right cheek was covered by the teeth of a mask, but she knew—from explanations of arrancar—that this was a hollow mask. She narrowed her eyes. Another arrancar? She glanced at him, knowing he didn't look all that tough. He wore white hakama, black sash, black tabi, and silver sandals. However, he only wore a three-quarter sleeve jacket that only covered his pectorals, leaving his strong torso to be viewed with ease. He stalked toward the shinigami, who looked at the door, which was open. Arashi thought about her chances. After all, she ran often. How hard could it be to evade him? As he took another step, she ducked away from him and bolted to the door. She was caught by the arrancar. "Hey, you can't escape me, little bitch," the arrancar said, "I'm the sixth Espada. The Espada are the best of the arrancar."
"DLAREME TO THE RESCUE!" A shout declared from the door. A flash of maroon and white collided with a surprised Grimmjow, who released Arashi. At that point, a quick chain of events happened. Arashi flew across the room and landed on the bed, which sunk further into the floor as its support beams collapsed and Arashi became trapped in the mattress. Dlareme had bitten Grimmjow, and he was shaking his arm furiously to get the arrancar off. Of course, the Espada had no luck. Mija had entered to watch what was going on with an expression that conveyed that she believed the inhabitants of the room were crazy. Well, not Arashi. She seemed to be the only sane one. "DAMNIT, YOU FUCKING BITCH, GET OFF!" As Aizen had concealed his reiatsu, no one had been able to sense him approaching. He leaned on the wall outside of the room to hear what was going on. Mija sighed, catching Dlareme as she finally let go of Grimmjow, who rushed out, not even noticing his lord. Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, Aizen continued to listen. Mija set down the somewhat smaller arrancar, Dlareme Vorl, who'd flown across the room. She had long maroon hair that was held in a low ponytail and wide, bright green eyes. She was hopping slightly. Her uniform consisted of a jacket that was cut so one side had a short sleeve although the hem went to her knee in length, while the other side had a long sleeve and the hem only went to her midriff. It revealed her collarbones with the high collar and the hole was, as opposed to Mija's abdomen, in the column of her throat just above the collarbones. The remnants of her hollow mask covered from her right cheek, under the chin, and stopping along the left jaw. She wore the rest of the normal uniform—white hakama, black tabi, black sash, silver sandals—along with a red zanpakutou. Mija looked at the mattress and walked over, pulling Arashi off of it and helping her to a chair. Her legs were shaky as they were numb from the bed's pressure.
The smaller of the female arrancar was bouncing a bit as she studied the girl in the gown. Then she gave her a thumbs-up, much to Arashi's confusion. Mija sighed slightly. "We will probably be in charge of defending you from the more hostile and brainless such as Nnoitra, Grimmjow, and Yammy. Nnoitra and Grimmjow are more worrisome than the big lug Yammy." Mija shrugged. Dlareme was grinning slightly. "Don't worry, though. You haven't lived until Grimmy's gotten bitten by you!"
"That makes no sense…" Mija mumbled after a pause. "Gotten bitten…It should be gotten bit…Or got bitten."
"Stop being OCD!" Mija was seen as obsessive compulsive for many reasons by many people. However, it only bothered her when her 'friend' called her OCD. She shook her head and spoke. "I'm not…I'm acting under Tousen-Sama's influence." It was well known that Tousen was even more obsessed with details than Mija, so this was a rather good refute.
"Ah. Well, that cannot be argued with. But still, Mija-Chan! I'll say whatever the hell I want to!"
"Mija. Dlareme." The deep voice of their lord caused both to silence and look at him. Dlareme frowned slightly, while Mija faced him. "Why are the two of you tormenting my guest?" He asked conversationally, reiatsu slightly flared with annoyance. Mija stepped ahead of Dlareme. "My apologies, sir. Grimmjow got in and I was intercepting him before he managed to injure the girl. It is my fault." The arrancar bowed, and Arashi looked in amazement as Aizen approached her. "Hm. And how did Grimmjow gain a key to my room? You, myself, Tousen, and Ichimaru have them."
"Ichimaru-Sama may have left his lying around again. He is notorious for that." Mija bowed in apology as Aizen smirked. "I will allow you two off with a warning. Be sure that next time, Grimmjow is stopped before he makes it to the door…" Mija and Dlareme both bowed and exited. Mija glanced at Dlareme, who was hyperly speaking. "And did you see how I bit him? I didn't let go and he freaked out!"
"Do me a favor and shut up…"
"I thought you wanted an intelligent conversation!"
"Intelligent being the operative word."
"Are you saying I'm dumb?!"
"If you assume that I mean you are stupid when I say that you are not intelligent, perhaps you are."
"Why you—!"
"I'm dropping you off at daycare…" Mija picked up Dlareme, hauling her over her shoulder despite the kicking and fussing. "LET ME GO!" Mija did not reply. She walked down the halls towards the Espada dormitories.
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As soon as the girls left, Aizen shut and locked the door. He looked at the bed and a rush of annoyance came over him. "Hn." He turned his gaze to Arashi, who shrank in the chair. She was defenseless without her zanpakutou, and she couldn't think of a way, even with her zanpakutou, to fight against this man. He was a traitor, yes, but he was a powerful traitor. She glared at him venomously instead. Aizen smiled his 'innocent' smile at her. "And what have I done to earn so much hatred?"
"That should be obvious. You ruined what everyone thought of you and betrayed your home!" Arashi flinched as he chuckled. He placed a hand on either arm of the chair and leaned forward until his forehead was against hers.
"Arashi-Chan," he purred lowly, "what did you think of me? You can't have loved me if just a betrayal wrecked that affection that you felt for me." He smiled charmingly, reaching up to cup her cheek. She glared at him, no matter how difficult this was becoming. "You're not who I fell in love with, Sousuke." Aizen's smile fell for a moment and he pulled away from her. "You shall learn to appreciate what and who you have, Arashi-Chan. Sadly, I am awaiting a report from Ulquiorra, so I must go to my throne room. No doubt Mija Padmilla will be lingering. She will be sure that you are fed, clothed, and taken care of." With a flurry of his white jacket, he walked out of the room. The sound click of the lock made Arashi aware of just how much of a prison this room really was. It was luxurious, yes, but still a prison.
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Sato was meandering the halls. She spotted a silver-haired arrancar carrying a fussy arrancar over her shoulder. Quickly, Sato ducked out of the way, looking away from the girls. Mija paused and turned to her. She waited, but no words were exchanged, they simply continued along their way after a few seconds. Sato wondered where Mija was taking Dlareme at the same time that she didn't want to know. After all, it was an odd relationship those two had. Mija was liable to dump her in the sands outside of Las Noches' gate. Shaking her head, Sato continued along her way.
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Still carrying Dlareme (who had stopped fussing now), Mija stopped in front of a set of double doors. She pushed them open, knowing well that the inhabitant wouldn't be answering the door. Her dull gaze traveled over the bare room, and she spotted a mass of white and brown on the couch. "Stark!" She called loudly, just to wake him up. Dlareme started, not used to Mija using a loud voice. Stark rolled off the couch, sitting up sharply. "Wha…?" He trailed off with a yawn. Mija shook her head at him. "You are not to sleep. You will stay awake and watch Dlareme until I return. I have things to attend to…" Stark groaned, looking at Dlareme as she was set down. He nodded in dull acceptance, not that he had a choice. The lazy Espada watched Mija walk away, and then he noticed that her heels didn't quite touch the ground. It was close, but not quite. Looking at Dlareme, Stark ran a hand through his messy hair. "So," he mumbled sleepily, "what did you do to get her angry this time?"
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Grinning, the fox made his way through the hallways as he searched for his newest toy. He could sense her, and she was going towards Szayel. Szayel, he knew, took care of the clothing for new arrancar and guests, not to mention anyone who manages to wreck their clothing. He was grateful to the Espada for his choice in Mija's outfit. Keeping his thoughts on his task, he waited outside of the room with his reiatsu masked. As soon as Mija's conversation with Szayel was over (mainly the specifics for the clothes for Arashi), Gin grinned wider. Mija had walked out with her eyes closed. She didn't realize he was there. She turned on a well-known route of hers, the opposite way that Gin was standing. Therefore, the fox found it easy to follow her. He was stealthy, waiting for the perfect opportunity to surprise Mija.
Of course, due to bad luck, the opportunity didn't come. Mija had opened her eyes in time to see a furious-as-hell Grimmjow swing his sword. She couldn't move, a slight paralyzation. After all, he would be able to cut anyway. His reiatsu was lower than—
Gin drew Shinsou, lengthening it to a proper length to counter Grimmjow's zanpakutou. Mija was shocked, so perhaps his plan had worked. She glanced over her shoulder at the fox, who was walking closer from his position a yard behind. He got close enough to wrap an arm around Mija and rest his head on her shoulder. "Mm? Yare yare, yo' tryin' ta 'urt my Mija-Chan?" Gin asked, frowning slightly. Mija was fighting back a blush, which slightly escaped. "Ichimaru-Sama, if I could—"
"No, Mija-Chan, yo' cannot."
"…Yes, sir," Mija replied. Grimmjow growled at the two. He sheathed his zanpakutou and Gin also sheathed Shinsou. For the second time, the Espada had been foiled with the same arrancar involved. He glowered at Mija before going to prowl the castle, annoyed. Mija's gaze followed him until he turned a corner. "Ichimaru-Sama…?"
"Yes, Mija-Chan?" Gin asked, pressing his cheek against Mija's. He was grinning now, knowing that her cheek was warmer than the cool skin of her stomach—which, coincidentally, his hand was on—due to a blush. Mija shook her head, noting that she had nothing of importance to say. Gin decided to be silent for a moment, allowing a few servant arrancar to pass while shooting odd looks towards the "couple." "Mija-Chan, why were yo' blushin'?" He asked conversationally. Mija gazed at him evenly. "It's your proximity, sir. Might I ask if I am your new playmate?"
"Yup!" Gin nuzzled her cheek and pat her head. "Yo' gittin' too smart." He pulled away from her. "Go 'bout wha' yo' want." He offered a grin to her, but she wasn't looking at him as she bowed. He shrugged off the formality and turned, walking off to his room. He was amused by her reactions to his fooling around—he couldn't wait to begin messing with her mind! Of course, he'd start that tonight. His grin turned sinister and he used shunpo to go to his room and prepare. For a while after his departure, Mija stayed still and stared after the man. As soon as he was gone from her sight, she sighed, in mixed emotion. In depression, in relief, in annoyance…It was rather representative of whatever she felt when he left. She shook her head and turned to continue along her way to Aizen's room.
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Upon arrival, Mija noticed that Arashi remained in the chair. She looked up sullenly as Mija entered and a certain angry fire entered her eyes. Mija shut and locked the door behind herself, gazing evenly at the shinigami. "Don't worry yourself on my account, girl. I'm only here to fix the bed so he won't get pissed again. That turned out to be rather horrid the last time." She slowly went about her business, Arashi watching carefully. If Mija made any odd moves, Arashi would be bolting to the nearest exit…Whatever it was. Mija folded the bed linens so she could watch them later and then lifted the mattress from the wood below. She clicked her tongue at the wood that supported said mattress. Shaking her head, she leaned into the bed area, pulling the wood to its correct places and using heat to make it completely smooth. Soon after, the mattress was back on the wood and Mija was at the closet to get more linens. She placed the cleaned ones on the bed and stacked the dirty ones. She bowed to Arashi politely before walking out and locking the door again. Rather quickly the arrancar arrived where she needed to drop off the clothes and placed them on a growing pile before returning to her own room to await a summons.
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Stark and Dlareme were sitting in the living room, and Stark yawned for the umpteenth time. "Do you think she forgot about us?" Stark asked, holding up his cards. He sat shirtless without shoes, and Dlareme was missing her tabi and sandals. She nodded. "It wouldn't be odd. Stark set down his hand and Dlareme did the same. She gaped at Stark's royal flush and he yawned. "Okay, something else comes off." Dlareme pouted and untied her obi before unwrapping it. She set it on top of her socks and sandals. Stark rolled his shoulders before dealing the cards again.
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Captain of the Third Squad, Nakayama Maiya, stared at the wall. This was a pastime of hers when she was thinking. Aizen Sousuke. He betrayed one month ago, but his plans began years ago. It's hard to think that everything happened according to plan. However, with his control over the hollows and Hueco Mundo, he could gain access to the ones just above Rukia Kuchiki's ability. That is how this happened. However… She shook her head. Her lieutenant looked at her with his sad puppy dog look, but she didn't notice. What would this Arashi have to do with him? I will have to ask Yumichika if they knew each other, or I would have to investigate this all for myself. I'm going for the latter. My own instincts and investigations could never lie. Rather quickly, she rose. Hmm…Is it possible that this Tanaka Arashi would betray the Soul Society? Well, yes, it is possible, but it doesn't seem like she went willingly. What do you think, Rinko?
"Maiya, you think too much. However, I could sense an emotional struggle. That is what our problem is. There was an emotional struggle of one person, but I think there was one more who had no emotion. That is odd, but not entirely impossible."
Thank you, Rinko. Maiya looked at the ceiling, then absently at Kira Izuru. "Kira-Fukutaichou," she said, watching him flinch from her edgy tone, "I'm going home for the day. I have some investigations to pursue about the Eleventh Squad in relation to Aizen Sousuke." She paused. "How do you feel about your old captain? Truly, I do not care what your true opinion is. I'm just curious."
"I was…A lot more familiar with his joking attitude than with your seriousness," Kira replied quietly, looking at her from his one visible blue eye. Maiya stared back. Her gaze softened. "I see," she said before walking out. Kira shrank slightly in his seat. Maiya slung her haori over her shoulder, not wanting to put it on. It was a warm day, which made the black uniform all the more unbearable. She pulled on the jacket as soon as she stepped into the streets, navigating the twists and turns with expertise. Humming a tune, she decided a small ditty would certainly lift her spirits. "There's a face that we wear in the cold light of day; it's society's mask, it's society's way and the truth is that it's all a façade."
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Arashi had been alone for a little while, but soon enough the door opened again. She looked up and saw Mija pushing in a cart with one hand. Mija walked the cart over to the chair that Arashi hadn't moved from. The smell of food was rather nice. Mija pulled the silver dome off of the plate and Arashi peered at what was there. It was a nicely cooked steak, steamed vegetables, and broth. A cup of tea was set on the edge of the plate. Mija stepped away so that Arashi could eat, which the shinigami did. She couldn't remember her last meal. After all, she hadn't eaten before being taken and she didn't know how much time had passed. "How long has it been?" She asked the arrancar, who tilted her head as though she didn't understand. "Since you took me."
"One day, three hours, seven minutes, and approximately 39 seconds," Mija replied. Arashi blinked. "I'm not counting, I just have a good sense of time and a very exact memory," Mija said to the unspoken question. Arashi nodded, going back to her meal. Mija watched quizzically, expression not showing any emotions. The shinigami finally finished and Mija moved the cart away to pick up a package from the shelf underneath of it. She set it on Arashi's lap. "This is your new outfit. You will be required to wear it, and you will have clothing washed every five days. Just in case, there will be ten outfits placed in the closet in the space that Aizen-Sama has allotted for you—"
"Why do you follow his every word?"
"—And the same goes for your gowns. This is as Aizen-Sama instructed. As you asked the question, I shall reply. I follow his every word because it means death otherwise. I have been alive for three years since my becoming a hollow, and I will not discard that so quickly. I have also been told to answer all of your questions, should you have any," Mija replied. She added the last statement as almost an afterthought.
"What level were you?"
"Pardon?"
"Of hollow."
"I was one of the Vasto Lordes…"
"What can you tell me about what the first moments as an arrancar was like?" Arashi asked curiously. Mija's eyes dulled slightly as she thought back on it.
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Aizen Sousuke appeared in front of the several Vasto Lordes. He studied them, and they regarded him with little concern. What would he be able to do? Finally, he smiled as he found the one he wanted. That was when they noticed the two with him. One had dark skin, and they could immediately sense his blindness. That made him far less of a threat, the brainless creatures assumed. The one with silver hair had disturbed reiatsu. He also seemed to lack quite a bit. Therefore, he was discarded. The only thing that could be a threat was the dark-haired man now approaching her, but what could a lone shinigami do? She hissed at him as he reached a hand toward her, and howled as pain surged through her. The pain radiated from her face as she heard her mask fragment. The shinigami's hand had dropped to his side and he was watching with a smirk. The reiatsu of the Vasto Lorde became almost tangible and a black claw reached out in an attempt to garner revenge. However, a louder howl pierced the air and soon became more like a scream. It was shrill; a woman's. As the reiatsu fell, Mija Padmilla panted on her hands and knees, the pain having taken a lot out of her. She felt her face, confused as she felt no mask. She could think far easier, and also, this shinigami seemed much more formidable. Her consciousness wavered and the last thing she knew was that she was being lifted.
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Snapping back to the present, Mija glanced at the door. Arashi was almost there. "Attempts at escape are unwise. The others are not so forgiving to your presence as me…"
A/N: 3,568 words. I'll be improving slowly. Originally, I wanted to get it out on Mother's Day. That didn't work, so I have to settle it for my birthday (May 12). Hope it's not bad. Read and review!
