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Arashi wasn't going to lie to herself, she was happy that Aizen was back. The love that she thought was weakening grew stronger every time he touched her or whispered something sweet. His looks may have changed but the way he acted around her made the difference, the fight that they had previously lingered in the other's mind but it was figured that it was more important now that they could spend time together again. Aizen couldn't help but become confused, Arashi seemed like she was getting better; the fact that she was feeling healthier and looking it made him believe that it was just his absence that had been the reason for her sickness. However, he soon learned that her spirit was starting to diminish even as she got better physically. He knew what he had to do, but, didn't want to do it not after all the trouble he went through to get her there in the first place. It was a pain, but what was worth it was every night when she whispered that she loved him in his ear. 'A quick glance at Earth? Something that's relatively familiar to her?' He pondered one night but then shove those thought to the side. He would have to do something, for his sake at least, it was beginning to annoy him that she was so miserable all the time even if she didn't show it. One night he entered the room and heard the shower running, a small mischievous smirk played on his face and he entered the bathroom quietly. Faintly, if he listened close enough, he could hear her humming just under the hissing noise of the shower. Aizen shed himself of his clothes and slid open the door to the shower. She didn't notice, she was too busy washing the last of the shampoo through her hair with her eyes closed. Aizen closed the door after he stepped in and waited patiently for her to notice that he was there; he surveyed the way her body looked with water running down her curves and how gloriously beautiful she was. He couldn't help but scare her just a bit since she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, quickly he wrapped an arm around her waist and used his opposite arm to curve around her neck and cover her mouth, after he had that down he pulled her close to him.

Arashi hadn't expected it to say the least and struggled a little until she felt the recognizable build that was pushed against her back. She turned around and looked up at him, seeing how he was trying to hold back an amused expression but finally give in as he grinned. She let out a sigh and shook her head, "You scared me." She mumbled pressing up against him and resting her chin on his chest so that she could see him better.

"I apologize." Although it was already known that he wasn't sorry at all.

"Of course, I can see how sincere you are about it. What makes you think it's oka-" She was cut off by two smooth lips brushing against her own pair. Without a doubt she was rendered speechless for a minute when he pulled away. She rolled her eyes but smiled at him.

"I already know that once I see that smile you've forgiven me." Aizen then grabbed her sides and lifted her up. This caused her to squeal.

"Aizen! Aizen, put me down!" She scolded him, but nonetheless wrapped her legs around his waist. He shifted his hold to around her waist and she leaned down over him, her wet curls forming a sort of curtain.

"Hm. I don't think you want to be put down." He chuckled kissing her once more. He could feel her almost melt against him and he dropped her back down so she could stand. He went to kiss her once again but as she leaned up Arashi decided that she would also play the game and moved around him and out of the shower. Aizen stood there, partially dumbstruck and leaned over, and then straightened and looked toward where she was walking away. He made it his job to turn off the water and follow her out, reaching for a towel to wrap around his waist. She was there in the doorway looking at him with an affectionate gaze. He looked back at her and she blushed and looked away, embarrassed that she had been caught staring. A quick stride was all it took for him to be by her side, a small kiss on her neck and she giggled just a little. "Are you happy here…?"

She hesitated for only a second, "Of course."

"I've done something that you may like…"

"What's that?"

"I'll show you tomorrow." He promised.

"Fine." She pouted just slightly and Aizen walked past her toward the balcony. She didn't follow but instead busied herself with getting ready for bed. The night had very little difference that the first night Aizen had put Arashi here, it was still warm and only a slight breeze brushed against the exposed skin of his upper body. He found it hard still that she couldn't be happy her and wished that she was dispose of those feelings for those shinigami. He had fashioned an outfit for her that she wouldn't wear and it annoyed him, even if those of the Soul Society were to see her again they would kill her. He knew they wouldn't listen to her pleas of innocence and how she had been dragged into this whole plan, the moment they would see her beside him she would be marked for execution. There was something that Aizen felt, he knew deep down that Arashi knew this but she still wanted to go back. A low sigh sounded out of his lips and he rubbed his forehead. "Sousuke?" She called from inside. He turned around and saw that she was making her way toward the balcony but he couldn't help but smile every time she said his first name, it was so rare that it was still sweet to his ears.

"Right here." He called back, walking back inside before she could head out. A glance at her and he chuckled just slightly, "When did you start dressing in my clothes?"

"Whenever I got lonely."

"You're not lonely tonight…"

"I'm comfortable in them."

"They're twice your size." He smirked and tugged at the loose articles of clothing.

"The easier for you to take them off?" She offered.

"Is that an invitation?" He questioned.

"It's whatever you make of-" Arashi was cut off with him lifting her up and placing her gently on the bed. The last time he had bothered to touch her was when he left her there to rot. He seemed distant lately, not wanting to spend time with her anymore and passing her off to Tosen. To her relief she had stop seeing Gin, maybe Aizen had heard of what happened last time and how she preferred the blind man to come instead. This was a change though, his hands were already removing her clothes and Arashi decided not tonight. Just out of the blue wasn't going to do it for her. "Aizen…" She started, cupping his face with her hands.

He looked at her and waited, "Yes?"

She shook her head, "Not tonight."

Aizen raised an eyebrow and looked slightly annoyed, "What do you mean?"

"Just… not tonight." The repeated answer frustrated Aizen just a bit and when he saw her hand reach for his borrowed shirt he grabbed her wrist to stop her. Her heart skipped just slightly in no pleasant way. "Aizen, what're you doing?" She asked, he could see her hiding the look of nervousness under her features.

"I don't understand." He said simply, rolling onto the bed next to her.

"Don't understand…?" She asked curiously. He didn't answer her. A look of concern crossed into her eyes and she lied on her side, looking at him. Aizen had been looking over her at the balcony but his gaze shifted down to her and bore into hers. 'Always with that look… Like he needs to know why I act the way I do so he can learn to control it…' She thought to herself sadly, but on the outside she smiled and drew herself close to his chest. He tucked her head away under his chin and draped on arm across her waist, letting her use his other arm as a pillow. He couldn't stay disappointed, looking down at her while she was like this. It was driving him insane and she didn't notice nor did she care if she did. Arashi never tried to understand the full depth of what he was doing. He wasn't sure if she was afraid of the answer, but it almost seemed like she was content with what she knew and what he gave her. A person who just went with the flow, even if they didn't like it. His exact opposite. She started to lie to him not too long ago about the way she felt and if she was okay with things; he could tell when she did lie like for example: she never looked him quite in the eye, or she'd pretend to be busy with her hair or distracted in some sort. He was indeed growing tired of her 'pity me' games. Aizen never took his eyes away from her, but he could feel sleep trying to pull them down. She had fallen asleep some time ago so he decided to follow her lead.

The next morning Arashi had been the one to wake up first, she didn't touch the white outfit designed for her and put on her shinigami clothes from before. Despite herself she tried the door and found a pleasant surprise. It was unlocked. Nervously, she glanced back at Aizen and saw that he was still asleep so she decided that this may be one of her only chances to exit the room. She ran outside of the door and into the rest of Las Noches, the feeling was heavenly. She kept her giggles to herself and explored around, knowing where some things were already thanks to Aizen, and enjoyed the fresh air she had been given. However, not paying any attention to where she was going she bumped into an object. The only problem was, it wasn't an object per say; she looked up and saw a tall man with medium length black hair, an eye patch over his left eye, and wearing a white outfit designed differently from him. For the briefest second she thought she was staring at her Captain, but quickly shook her head of the image and backed up. "You've stumbled 'ere a long way from home, shinigami." The man grinned, taking a step toward her. Arashi took a glance at what he was holding and her heart froze, a weapon, a large crescent shaped blade that was double-sided with a chain attached to the end. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he raised the blade up and her hand darted to her backside for her Zanpakuto only to find it wasn't there. Realization dawned on her when she remembered Aizen had taken it away from also when they had first gotten there, afraid she might do something irreversible while he was away. Kido, flash step, and her strength were the only things she would be able to count on now. Without any warning he threw his weapon at her and she ducked down and lunged forward, a kido spell in her hand,

"Destructive Spell Number 67: Jagged Cross!" She shoved her palm against his chest and made a back flip to watch for any counter. He stood still however and looked down at her with a mild expression, then he grinned widely. The wound she had left him was virtually invisible despite a slight redness on his exposed chest. She knew for a fact that she wasn't the strongest at kido, coming from the 11th Division and all, but that was one of the strongest spells she knew, there should've been at least some blood spilt. He licked his lips greedily and she noticed a '5' tattooed on his tongue.

"Such a lowly weakling as yourself should be put down, no woman deserves to even try to bring down a man, you should learn some respect." The next thing happened very, very quickly that she hadn't the time to react. He raised his blade up but disappeared that it took her two horribly long seconds to realize he was behind her but she knew that she was two late when she could feel a slitting sensation across her back and the momentum pushed her forward and onto the ground. Another pair of feet in front of her had been walking toward them at first but then flashed out of her sight. There was yelling and a loud growl of pain and she felt two slim but firm arms pick her up and rush her away. Arashi looked up to see who had saved her, but green curls was all that she could make out before she saw black start to spot her vision until it overcame her.

When Arashi awoke again, she was in a room she did not recognize. Panic overcame her and she shot up from her bed to feel like her back was splitting open and she cried out in pain, her hand bent backwards that hovered over her back where she could feel heat generating from it. "It's best not to move." A feminine voice said gently. Arashi looked over in a flash and saw that her savior was taking a seat next to the bed she had placed her upon. "Please, don't be frightened. I know who you are." The woman reassured her.

"Aizen-"

"Aizen-sama is awake and knows of what happened, he is currently punishing Nnoitra, the Espada who attacked you."

"Espada…?"

"… I see, Aizen-sama hasn't told you many things. I do not think he'll mind me explaining to you. I'm Neliel Tu Oderschvank, but you may call me Nel. I remember seeing you for the first time when Aizen-sama made Hueco Mundo his permanent home, you were close to his side. I was a hollow then. Now I am an arrancar. Do you know what that is?" When Arashi nodded, Nel continued, "An Espada is basically the highest form of arrancar, perfectly made. We rival, if not pass the Captains of your Soul Society in power."

"He made you like this?"

"Yes."

"Well, I can see why he thinks I could be confused." Arashi mumbled, lying back down gingerly, "What about your heard, that looks like a hollow mask."

"Oh, that's what's left of my hollow mask when it was pulled off, it's part of the process of becoming an arrancar… May I ask your name?"

"It'd be ungrateful of my not to give it to you, I am Arashi Tanaka." She replied, smiling at Nel.

"Tanaka-sama, then?"

"Oh no!" Arashi giggled, "Please, just Arashi, or if you must, Tanaka-san."

"Why do you dress like that? Others could mistake you for an enemy."

"I feel… awkward without my shinigami uniform. I didn't want to come here in the first place."

"Aizen-sama forced you to come?"

"If that's what you want to say." She paused, "It was an accident, I happened to overhear he and Gin talking and I was dragged into this mess. No offense, but I'd rather be back in the Soul Society."

"If I were you, I'd dress in a white outfit from now on, if there has been one designed for you. It'd be better."

"I'll take that to heart, now that I've seen what's happened."

"I'm confused, Tanaka-san."

"How, Nel?"

"Why would Aizen-sama risk you like this? Your spiritual energy is immensely weaker than the rest of us, could that be a reason why I don't see you walk the halls?" Nel asked, leaning forward in her seat.

"That'd be the reason yes, and probably because the hollows could use me against him, or so I think." She replied. "How many Espada are there?"

"Ten."

"Is there an order?"

"Yes, by power. We all have a number tattooed on us to represent what level of power we are, one being the strongest and ten being the weakest. The order from the weakest is Yammy, Aaroniero Arruruerie, Szayel Aporro Granz, Zommari Leroux, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, Nnoitra Jiruga, Ulquiorra Schiffer, myself, Barragan Luisenbarn, and Stark."

"So, you're number three?"

Nel nodded, "It's on my back. We all also have fracción who are like are subordinates."

"Who are yours?"

"My fracción are Pesche Guatiche and Dondochakka Bilstin." Arashi could see the way her face warmed when she thought of them and knew that she cared about them. "There have been Espada that have been replaced before though, they're called Privaron Espada. They're just not as powerful as the current Espada and Fraccion, but they still are part of his army."

"So much information…!"

Nel laughed a little, "I know, perhaps I should let you rest."

"Nel, I just have one more question."

"Be my guest."

"Why don't you try to kill me?"

"You're special to Aizen-sama, and now that I've met you I can see why. I'm supposed to let him know when you're awake, I'll do that now. Pretend like you were resting!" She ordered smiling, then left the room. Arashi wanted to ask if Aizen were mad at her, but, she decided not. She'd find out soon enough. When she closed her eyes it wasn't long before she had to open them again.

"Well now… That little stunt cost you didn't it?" Aizen said sighing as he took Nel's spot next to the bed.

"Where am I?"

"In Neliel's room. She brought you here, now, why did you leave the room this morning?" His tone. Arashi didn't like it at all, it seemed belittling toward her and condescending.

"I wanted to get out of there, you know how much I hate it in ther-"

"You're never allowed to leave that room. Not unless I say otherwise." Aizen cut her off with a glare.

"I was fine!"

"You almost died. How close must you be to death to understand that this is a very dangerous place for you?"

"If it's a very dangerous place, send me back home where I belong."

"You know what they'll think-"

"That was before you left the Soul Society because of your precious little plan! Now you're here, you can send me back home, what's stopping you now?!" She snapped at him, but regretted it immediately.

"You honestly want to go back home?" He was lost its bitter tone and replaced with something she didn't recognize.

"Yes."

"Then your wish is my command, princess." Aizen replied simply, standing and reaching over to her head. Arashi thought briefly that he was going to stroke her face but his hand continued and grabbed a fistful of gray hair and pulled her up roughly. She cried out from the pain of her hair being pulled and the sudden movement that her body made went into a chain reaction that caused her back ache again. She was in such a painful position that she could feel the stritches straining to keep together and not rip, she knew she couldn't stay like this.

"A-Aizen...!" Arashi pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to pry his hand off of her hair, her voice full of pain and sadness.

"Enough. I don't want to hear another word, thank you." He replied in that same indifferent tone as he began to pull her away from the bed and toward the door. She stumbled to her feet when her legs met the floor and tried to keep up. Nel was down the hallway back to her room when he saw Aizen dragging Arashi by her hair, however his hand slid down to the back of her neck where he squeezed. It was definately more excruciating from the grip and he had forced her to move upright. Nel looked shocked at first, but then worried. The both of them hadn't the slightest idea that they would ever see each other again.