The first thing I felt was pain, not intense pain but enough pain to make me wince. It had to be the middle of the day because even under my eye lids the sun was blinding. I fluttered open my eyes, I wasn't in the Urahara shop or Ichigo's house, it had to be somewhere completely different. The room was small and the walls were wooden. The doors were traditional Japanese style and looked like they could be torn like paper. I was wearing a plain white kimono that was really comfortable to wear. I was lying on a quilt folded a couple of times to make it comfortable. There was a light sheet thrown over me, the room wasn't hot or cold. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. My chest, left leg and left arm were bandaged.
Suddenly I heard vices outside the door, one was vaguely familiar and the other I had never heard before.
"So did it work?" The unfamiliar voice asked. The voice was calm and cool, it was soothing to hear and it lulled me into a false sense of security. I sat up to hear the convocation better.
"Yes it did Aizen-sama, would you like to see girl?" The familiar voice asked, I couldn't place where I heard the voice from. A few moments later I realized what they had said, I quickly lay back down, jarring my back. The door slid open and just before the people could see that I had my eyes open. Luckily I closed my eyes; I saw a flash of one of the people before I closed my eyes. The person had shoulder length pink hair and gold eyes; he was holding the door open for the other person. A spark went off in my brain; I knew who the person with the pink hair was!
"Ah, it seemed like it worked." The soothing voice said. The pink haired guy replied unemotionally,
"Yes but I'll need to monitor her to see if it has any side effects." This confused me; I didn't get that comment at all.
"Ok, do what you need to do but remember that she needs to stay alive." The cool voice said, obviously bored.
"Yes, Aizen-sama." The pink haired dude said finally. I heard footsteps leave the room and echo down a corridor. The person was still standing in the corner, he sighed and said,
"You can open your eyes now, he's gone." The pink haired dude said flatly. I sighed and opened my eyes; the pink haired dude was already out the door and in the other room. "There's clothes in the bathroom, you can change into those but you'll have to stay here for monitoring." The dude yelled from the other room.
Is slowly sat up and looked around my room, my neck was stiff and all my muscles were sore. Behind me was a door that I figured led to bathroom. I stood up slowly, my left leg was still painful to stand on but I gritted through the pain because I didn't want to look like a weakling in front of a stranger that probably could kill me in one blow. On the bench next to the sink was an outfit. It was the same colours as the pink haired dude but a different style.
It was a short white dress with black stripes where the seams would be, there were long white gloves that went up just past my elbow. There was a hook that would go on my middle finger so it wouldn't have to be an actual glove. It was in the shape of a v from my middle finger to my wrist on the top. The dress came don half way between my knees and waist. On the ground was a pair of black and white boots that came up to just below my knees. On top of the pile of clothes was a black belt. I quickly got changed without looking in the mirror, I unraveled all the bandages. My arm and leg were almost healed, although I assumed that it had only been a couple of hours since it happened. I stood in front of the mirror inspecting the uniform like clothes when I looked up at my face. On my face was a bone mask. The mask covered my right eye; it came down to the tip of my nose and went all the way up to my hair line. There was a hole for my eye, my eye had changed colours. Usually it was green but now it was gold and the bit that is usually white was now black, the other eye was the same colour though. There was a green outline around the eye hole; there were also three darker green shapes, almost like a sharks tooth below the eye hole.
In shock I lifted my hand to touch the mask; it was incredibly hard, harder than anything I've ever felt. I tried to pull of the mask but it was stuck on my skin, the harder I pulled, the more painful it became. My chestnut hair was surprisingly glossy and smooth; I had imagined it to be stained with dry blood. I pulled on the boots and gloves just as I heard people talking,
"Where is she?" A voice said, I had heard the voice before but I couldn't quite place it.
"What are you talking about Ulquiorra?" The pink dude asked, sounding bored. I walked out of the bathroom, slightly in pain but I was too intrigued to care.
"You know what I mean, Szayel Aporro Granz, the girl, Kurosaki Ichigo's friend." They seemed to be having a faceoff with each other's names. Ulquiorra! I know where I've heard that name and voice from! He was one of those Arrancars that came about ten days ago.
"But I need to monitor her for side effects." Szayel argued. I could see through the paper thin walls the shape of Szayel and Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra was significantly shorter then Szayel but Ulquiorra edged closer, trying to intimidate Szayel.
"If there are any side effects you will know about it." Szayel opened his mouth but Ulquiorra cut him off. "Are you questioning my authority, Szayel Aporro Granz, Octava Espada?" Ulquiorra asked, deadly silent. Szayel backed off a bit,
"No, Ulquiorra." Szayel replied, defeated. Ulquiorra slid open the door to the room I was in, he stood at the doorway and said firmly,
"Come." With my head hanging down I briskly walked out of the room, past Szayel. Once we had entered the hall I sighed,
"Thank god I'm out of there." Ulquiorra turned around to face me; his face was hard and scary.
"Speak only when you are spoken to, is that clear?" He asked. Again I hung my head down,
"Yes Ulquiorra." I said quietly. He didn't take his eyes off me though.
"It's Ulquiorra-sama."
