Trea scowled, scuffing the floor with his foot. He hated this place with the white walls and the white clothes. It was stupid. White was too bright, too bland, too white. He liked back home where he could wear whatever he wanted and sometimes he would steal other people's clothes and try them on.

He was older now, just a year but much wiser. Living in Hueco Mundo hardened him, made him more mature. He still had his innocent side, a part of him that this dratted place could never subdue but even that was slowly withering.

His father was impassive, cold as always but he was protective. Ulquiorra drove his son to be stronger and to be a fighter. There was much strength Ulquiorra wanted his son to have. Like any parent, Ulquiorra wanted his son to live. He just wasn't very good at conveying it.

Ulquiorra's attempts at toughening his son extended to long training hours would leave the younger bruised and bloodied, dumping him in hollow infested lands and having him spar with other Espada.

It was only to Trea's tenacity and a fair amount of good luck that he hadn't lost any limbs.

Trea sighed, rubbing bandaged arms tenderly. Nnoitra had caught him unaware in the hallways. The fifth Espada was in a particular foul mood and vented his frustrations on the boy. It was only the timely intervention of his father that allowed Trea to leave with his limbs intact.

Trea still collected a fair amount of injuries, enough for him to go to Szayel and get it healed. He was waiting in the room, as his father and Szayel got into yet another argument.

"Hey." Trea whirled around just in time to see a strange materialize into the room.

This person wasn't human or shinigami or arrancar. Maybe he was just like Trea, a hybrid. The person was male, tall with a warm smile and gentle eyes. But his eyes, they were old. They were full of knowledge and they pinned Trea down with invisible knives.

It is only after smelling the air, did Trea realize who he was. This person was a hollow, a voste lorde looking so human he didn't seem to be hollow.

"Hey, kid." Trea snapped back to reality, realizing he had drifted off. His father would be so ashamed of him.

"I'm Sora." The hollow introduces himself. "I've been looking for a kid called Trea. I saw this other white haired person called Trea but he wasn't the person I was looking for."

"Oh, you most likely met TREA. He's an android that Szayel-ojisan made." Trea informs the stranger. "Why are you looking for Trea?"

Sora smiles lightly. "My nephew…well a very distant nephew but someone who is a relative. I didn't know of his existence until…well…until now really. I've been busy with other things and I haven't been in contact."

Trea's heart skipped a beat. He had a uncle? But why was his uncle a hollow? Sora was a normal name for boys and his mother even had a brother called Sora but he died.

"Is…is.." His throat clogs and he struggles through the next words. "Is your sister called..Orihime?"

Sora smiles again, face crinkling. "Yes. How did you know?"

"Trea-kun." Szayel calls out, entering the room halting as he sees the intruder. Ulquiorra was right behind him, eyes narrowed quite ready to blast the intruder into oblivion.

The change was fluid, eyes become dangerous and a face full of arrogance. "Ah…arrancar…how you doing?" He sounded confident, he even felt confident.

There was concern in both Espada's eyes for Trea, who was next to Sora and a fair distance from arrancars. If Sora meant to hurt Trea, he could and get away. Which was exactly what he did, except for the hurting part.

He vanished, his speed so great he easily bypassed both Espada and disappeared. He reappeared miles away from Los Noches. He placed Trea down, almost chuckling at Trea's slight wobbling movements.

"You'll get over it." Sora advised, watching Trea regain his balance. "See."

Trea groaned. He felt nauseous. He rarely felt like this.

"Trea." Sora knelt down to Trea's eye level. "Happy Birthday."

He handed Trea a gift before ruffling his hair. "It was nice seeing you kid."

Sora vanished, seconds later TREA appeared. "You are SO lucky Szayel built me with a tracker." TREA started before staring at Trea. "What's wrong, you're crying."

Trea shook his head, wiping his hand over his eyes. "Nothing TREA. It's nothing."

TREA shrugged. "We better get back before your dad goes blitzo." TREA grinned. "He already beat Sponny-spada into the ground."

Trea nodded. "Yeah." He clutched the gift, smiling all the while.

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Ah, Trea Sciffer part 3….

If you recognize Sora, he's from Soldier making a cameo. For Trea. Yep.

Whee…short…. I'm using most of my brain for my new POTC fic!!..

Again, cause it's fun and people like it. Give a shout if you want more. A REALLY BIG SHOUT!

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