Your anger at not being able to figure it out made you get up and pace your room. **I want to KILL something.** you thought, eyeing your door. **How about that stupid Pink-Haired bastard?** you bashed open your door to see Stark standing before your door.
"Hello, missus." He yawned. "Just dropping by to say welcome, I didn't expect to be nearly hit in the face by a door."
A girl came out from behind him. "Stark! Be polite!"
"Shut up, Lilinette."
"I'd love to talk. But I need to do something." You said, and blew past him.
You had one thing on your mind – murder. You hadn't felt this feeling since the day you had died, and you saw him walk past you without glancing up. You didn't care if he couldn't see you.
You reached the end of the corridor when you realized you had no idea where he resided. **SHIT!** you thought, and took a guess and ran right. You kept on taking turns and you ran head-on into Noitora again. "Noitora! Where is Szayel's room?!"
"What makes you want to know?"
You grabbed his throat, shrugging off that he could probably kill you. "WHERE IS IT?" you demanded.
He grinned. "No need to get feisty! He's down this way, take two lefts, and it's the third door on the right."
You let him go and used his directions. You dashed down the hallway, took two lefts, and ended up in your own hallway. "What the—" you said, and went to the third door on the left. You wrenched it open.
Szayel looked up from where he was standing, which was by his table, and he seemed to be conducting some type of experiment. "What?"
You drew your sword. "Fight me."
"What's this all of a sudden?" he asked, drawing his sword as well.
You took a few steps forward and you clashed zanpaku to. "This is payback for being a douche." You said, side-stepping his attack and slashing his arm.
"You seem fairly good with a zanpaku to for never using one before today."
"Shut UP!" You said, flames dancing in your eyes. You grinned wickedly, and Szayel did the same. He started laughing manically. "What's so FUNNY?"
"You can't win! That's what's funny!"
You were quiet as you both fought with skill. You saw an opening soon after you began, and you took it. "LIKE HELL I CAN'T!" you said, plunging your sword into his heart.
He looked down at his chest, and then looked at you. "It's where you severed your life, isn't it?" he asked, gasping for breath.
"What?"
"Anybody powerful enough to become a Vasto Lorde committed suicide in their human life. Their hollow hole is where they cut the ties to life." He coughed up blood. "And I thought you couldn't beat me." He smiled, and then fell to his knees. The man fell forward to the ground and lurched one last time.
You thought for a moment. And then you felt over the fabric on your clothing. You had known it before, but your hole was indeed over your heart.
You sheathed your sword and turned on your heel. You opened the door, and walked out. Ichimaru-san was standing there, grinning as always. "Dead, is he?" he said, with an Osakan accent.
"Indeed."
"Then I welcome ya ta the Espada." He held out his right hand. You looked at your blood stained hand and wiped it on your hakama. You then shook his hand.
"Thank you." You said, releasing his hand. This guy looked creepy, but he actually seemed okay as a person.
"Walk with me." Gin said, doing a half-pirouette and walking the opposite direction. You figured what could it hurt?, and followed him. He led you to a room with a monitor and many controls.
"Sit down." Gin said, and you sat on one of the many chairs in the room.
"So, what's up?" you asked, feeling completely better now that you knew you had power over much of Hueco Mundo.
"Nothin'. I just wanted ta see what ya were like an' all." He sat down on the middle chair near the board of buttons and levers.
You two sat in silence for a few moments, him turning a few knobs and watching the computer screen.
"So why did you come here?" you asked, not wanting to sit in the silence while you could be out doing something else, though you were kind of thankful for the company.
"I could tell ya, but then I'd hafta kill ya." He turned his head and you could see his smile wasn't nearly as creepy looking anymore. In fact, he looked kind of sad. "Anyways, I can see ya hunger for power. As do all of the Espada." He sighed.
"Mmm." you brought your legs up to rest under you and you pushed off the desk and spun around on your chair. You sighed loudly and closed your eyes.
"Yer makin' me dizzy just watchin' ya." He laughed, and you hit the wall.
"AHH!" you said, and you fell out of your chair. Your nose had hit the ground incredibly hard and you sat up and rubbed it. It was bleeding and felt like it might be broken. You heard the door open and Gin's constant laughter at your expense, but you didn't look up.
"You seem rather accident prone, Raine-san." You heard the gravelly voice of Grimmjow, the guy who had scared you and made you fall off of the beam in the ceiling earlier.
"Shut up, you caused it the first time."
"So ya already know each other?" Gin asked, grinning wider and getting up out of his chair. "I'll leave ya be to take care of yer business, then." He glided over to the door and closed it after walking out.
Seeing a hand appear in front of your face, you stopped rubbing your nose and took it. Grimmjow helped you up from the floor. "God damn, you hit your face hard." He laughed wickedly.
"Shut the fuck up! I'll break your nose too!" you reached your arm up to punch him, but he stopped your hand in mid-air with his own hand.
"So violent so early in the day?" he chuckled, letting your hand go and sitting down in the same chair Gin had just vacated.
"Early in the day?" you asked. "How can you tell? The moon is always out."
"Did you not see the sky in Los Noches? It changes in coordination with the time of Japan."
"I wasn't paying attention." You mumbled, and leaned against the wall you had just hit. "Isn't there a medic you could take me to?" you asked, looking straight at him.
"Say please."
"Not this."
"Yes this. Say it."
You sighed. "I'm not in the mood." You said.
All of a sudden, he was in front of you, pinning your arms against the wall.
"I said, say please." He grinned.
"Fuck you."
"Wrong answer." He brought one of his arms away from your wrist and punched you in the nose.
The pain seared through your face. "THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?" you screamed, punching him in the gut. You tried to take back your hand, but it was stuck.
He laughed. "Good job, fucktard, you got yourself stuck in my hollow hole."
"What'd you do, shoot yourself in the stomach or something?"
He stopped smiling and looked at you. "Who told you…" he said, staring straight into your eyes.
You stared straight back. Straight into his gorgeous blue eyes. You opened your mouth to answer, but he had you captivated. It occurred to you somewhere in your brain to shut your mouth because you probably looked like a retard.
"Never mind. We're going to the medic." He started to walk towards the door, which was insanely hard for you, because you had to twist your arm and run to keep up with him.
"Slow down, will you?" he just walked quicker, if anything.
It only took a short while to reach the medic, though it took an amazingly long amount of time while you were at the medic. A few hours, at least. They got you unstuck and they patched up your nose and gave you some pain killers. As soon as they had gotten you unstuck, however, Grimmjow left without saying anything.
"What's his problem?" you asked the medic, but she didn't answer. You figured she couldn't speak.
You got up to leave when Ulquiorra and Yammi walked in, Ulquiorra holding a giant arm and Yammi missing one.
"The fuck happened to you?" you asked, giving them both a weird look.
"That fucking orange-haired kid cut off my Goddamn arm!" Yammi replied. The medic immediately grabbed the arm from Ulquiorra, whose face remained completely emotionless.
You watched for a little while as the Medic lady disinfected the severed part and started to heal it back on, but your curiosity overtook you.
"So who is this orange-haired kid?" you asked.
"Ah yes, you were not told of the meeting of the 20 highest Arrancar. Here, I shall show you." You watched him as he pulled out his eye and broke it into a million pieces. You started to see something and you closed your eyes so you could see it more vividly. The events of that afternoon unfolded before you. You saw as Yammi got his ass whooped and you saw when Ulquiorra and Yammi got back to the meeting place.
"Oh." Was all you said after you were done watching it all.
The medic was still sewing on the arm and you were all silent.
"So, umm…." You said, trying to find something to say. "Uhhh…" and then you thought of how Grimmjow got all huffy as soon as you mentioned him killing himself.
"How did Gri--" you started, but were abruptly cut off by a huge noise. You looked over to see the medic woman slammed up against the wall, her jacket coated in blood. Her own blood, you noticed, as Yammi pulled his arm back and yelled something about it not working as well as before.
You scoffed, and Ulquiorra and Yammi got up and left the room. Your question still lingered in your mind. You left the room as well, and you tried to find the room where the 20 strongest had met, hoping Aizen was still there.
You wandered around for not even a minute when Aizen appeared before you. "Hello Raine-san." He smiled kindly, even though he was an evil man. And evil man with enormous power you lusted for and at the same time respected.
"Aizen-sama." You bowed. "May I ask you a question?"
"Of course. But first let me welcome you to the Espada. Now you may ask you question."
"I heard from Szayel before he died that all Vasto Lordes committed suicide. Is that true?"
"It is. But why did you want to know?"
"Well, I asked Grimmjow about how he killed himself and he got highly pissed off and I was wondering why? And how DID he die?"
"Grimmjow is very temperamental. It is not my duty to tell you how he killed himself, that is his business. I do not know until my Espada tell me, anyways."
"Oh. I killed myself because I was dying anyways and I was in extreme pain. I stabbed myself through the heart with a piece of broken glass."
"Hmm. You are my first Espada to tell me how they died." He started to walk, but not in a rude way, his body language said to walk with him, and so you did.
"Really?"
"You sound surprised. Did any of my Espada seem eager to tell their darkest secret to somebody?"
"Darkest secret?" you wondered.
"You took your own life, that is the ultimate crime. And yet you are not punished by becoming weak and groveling at the feet of others. You were rewarded for daring to take a life that belonged not to somebody else, but to yourself. This is why I came here, to make the powerful more powerful. And to keep them as allies when I am the God of all three worlds."
You said nothing, just reveled in his awesomeness. But you wondered why a shinigami would want to control his own species as well as two other classes of living creatures. Was he crazy?
"I have work to attend to. I will be seeing you soon." He broke away from you and walked down a separate corridor you didn't even see until he walked into it.
You wondered how each of the Espada had killed themselves.
You sat down on the side of the hallway, having nothing better to do. Watching as different arrancar passed you, you wondered and thought of all that you had been told, and you ached to know how you had all killed yourselves.
The black man you had seen at the Espada meeting passed you. You jumped up and walked alongside him.
"Hello." You said.
"Yes." He said, not looking at you.
"I saw you at the Espada meeting. What rank are you?"
"Seven." He said without hesitation.
"Oh. Cool. I'm Eight. I killed Szayel."
"Thank you. He was a prick."
You looked at him and he smiled. "You don't seem like the type to make jokes."
"You don't know anything about a person until you give them opportunities to show you."
This guy seemed pretty cool, even though at the meeting he seemed like he had a stick up his butt. "Good point."
You two walked along in silence for a few minutes, passing people as you went along.
"Is this a main corridor or something? When I was wandering earlier, I barely saw anybody."
"No, it is just that nobody under the rank of 30 or was a previous Espada is allowed in some of the hallways. And since there are only that many, and a lot of us are in our rooms or traveling someplace that does not require us to travel those hallways, you saw very few people."
"Oh. So I can go wherever the Hell I want and I won't get in trouble?"
"More or less."
"That's awesome." You smiled.
"I must leave you. I am sorry." He left and went into a dimly lit room.
You kept on walking and ended up in another deserted hallway. You sat down and put your head in your hands and recalled what had happened to you so far today. It was certainly more interesting than not being an Arrancar.
You lifted your head up to see Ulquiorra standing in front of you. "Get up." He commanded. You got up. He had a strange power over your actions. "Follow me."
You pattered after him. "I know you have questions. I am here to answer them."
You looked at him strangely. He navigated you down the hallways and you ended up in another extravagant room much like your own. "Sit down." He said. You sat down on the bed, and he sat across from you on the couch.
"So, questions, huh?" you said. "Well, first off, how did you know I had questions?"
"All new comers have questions."
"Oh." You sat there and pondered for a little while. You were about to ask another question when he started talking.
"You were not randomly picked up today. Aizen-sama has been keeping an eye on you since you became a Menos. He knew you had the potential and so he waited for you to become a Vasto Lorde until he made you into an Arrancar. See, being an Arrancar, it's not only glory. There is the drawback of not being able to move up on the scale anymore. If you were and Adjuchas when you became an Arrancar, you would remain an Adjuchas until the day you died. Aizen-sama knew what you had done while you were alive, he could feel your obvious thirst for power that no other Hollow has except those of us who took our own lives."
It was quiet for a few moments while you took in what he said. It made sense, so you went on. "If you don't mind me asking, since this is a question session and all, um, how did you kill yourself?"
He had no hesitations. "I slit my throat after being told my younger sister had died. My foolishness led me to believe I would join her in the world after death."
"So does everybody who slit their throat have a hollow hole there or what?"
"First off, not all people who slit their throats become hollows, as I am sure you know." He re-adjusted himself on the couch. "Secondly, anybody who slit their throat will have a hole there. But for the most common way of suicide, a hanging, a hollow hole can be anyplace on the body, and there is no reason to it. So if you stabbed yourself in the heart, you would have a hole over your heart, thus rendering you heartless and the worst kind of person." He grinned wickedly, showing the first sign of emotion since you had met him.
"How did you…" you stuttered.
"Simple observation and my being there when you killed yourself is all."
"You were there?" you gasped, entirely shocked. You tried to think back to the scene of your death, but you didn't remember him being there. Oh, but of course, you couldn't see spirits while you were still living.
"Yes. Passing by."
"That's crazy weird…." You muttered. "Well, anyways," you said, gaining control of yourself again, "Why did you become a hollow? I mean, you killed yourself because you sister died, right? How could you have regrets because of that?"
"I became a hollow because as I drew the blade across my throat, my sister appeared in the doorway, crying her little heart out. Which I ended up ripping out after I became a hollow. Her heart, I mean."
"I tore the heart out of the guy I liked from my Thursday morning class. I had the regret of never telling him I loved him."
Suddenly, your anger washed over you again. Who the fuck did you want to kill in the human world? If you could remember that the first person you ever killed was from your Thursday morning class, then why couldn't you remember who it was you intended to murder?
You stood up. "I need to go." You swiftly walked over to the door.
"You know, Arrionero became an Espada right before you? And look where he is now."
"That's nice, but I can't handle this anymore." You closed the door hard, not meaning to be rude to Ulquiorra, but having to much rage in your system caused you to slam doors.
You tried to open up a portal to the real world, but could not. You figured that if you killed everyone you could remember about in your human life, that you would feel better when you killed the one you ached to kill. You again tried to open a portal, but could not. "What the FUCK?!" you yelled in frustration.
"Calm down, you fucking loudmouth." You turned around to see Grimmjow again.
"What the hell do you want?" you said, but your anger seemed to ebb down majorly with the sight of him. Maybe his rage made you happy?
"I just saw Ulquiorra lead you into his room and I followed. I wanted to see if you two got it on or not." He grinned. He seemed to have cooled down from earlier.
"Oh yes. It was so hot, Grimmjow. You should have been there." You rolled your eyes.
"Oh really?" He was in front of you in a second again, pinning you up against the wall by your wrists, like he did before.
"Let me go, Grimmjow."
"So we're on first-name basis, Raine?" he said, his grin turning sadistic.
"Ugh, just let me go."
"Like I said before, say please. We wouldn't want to have to break that pretty little nose of your again, would we?"
You sighed and closed your eyes. "Please."
"Please kiss you? Okay."
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. It was a rough kiss, but it turned you on insanely quick. You responded by kissing back.
His tongue was in your mouth without you even noticing. You played tongue wars for a few seconds, but he won in the end. You earned dominance in less than a minute, though.
He let go of your left wrist and raked his hand through your hair. You pushed your body against his, grinding hips with him. He let out a soft moan and hooked his hand in your hair.
His left hand freed your right one, and his right hand pushed up your shirt, trailing along your side and across your stomach. You pulled away.
"Grimmjow, we can't be doing this."
"Why not?" he asked, kissing your neck.
"Because. It's weird. And Ulquiorra is in the room right behind us. It's just awkward."
"We can go to my room and make it less awkward." He took a step back from you, his hand coming down from under your top.
"No. We just need to stop."
"Fine." He said.
You just gave him a look that said "Maybe next time" and started to walk away.
He came up beside you and walked with you. "So where are you headed?" he asked, grinning like crazy.
"My room. Now that I'd made out with two guys in one day. Even though one was a mouth rape and the other wouldn't have happened if I had a say in it."
"Two? And who is this other man?"
"Why, Noitora of course." You reached your room. "Good bye, Grimmjow."
"Wait." He put his hand on your door and kept you from closing it.
"What?"
He pulled you into a quick kiss on the lips, and then he walked away.
"That is one hot guy." You heard. You looked out your door to see Noitora standing there, towering above you.
You sighed. "And what do YOU want?"
"Hah hah, not like I can make you kiss me for directions to your room again, huh? But I was sent here to tell you there's an Espada meeting in 5 minutes in the meeting room."
"Okay." You answered, shutting the door in his face.
You sat on your bed and looked at your reflection in the mirror sitting opposite your bed. It was nothing you hadn't seen before.
After 2 minutes you opened your door again to be greeted by silence. **Finally, there's nobody around to bother me.** you sighed in thanks and walked to the meeting room.
When you entered, there were four places yet to be filled at the table. Grimmjow's, Arrionero's, Aizen's, and your own spot still had yet to be filled. You sat down between Barragan and Zommari, near the middle, and across from Noitora.
Arrionero walked in briskly and took his seat, and Grimmjow bolted in, and as he sat down in his seat, Aizen came in.
"Please listen, my Espada. As I'm sure you have noticed, Raine-san is our new 8th Espada." You looked around and nobody was looking back at you. Whatever.
"And second of all, we are under attack."