Dislaimer:

I only own Meghan, Sombra, Esme, Armaund, the phsyco Shinigami, and this plot

cherryblossom1217: Glad

Chrimson-Child: Aww dont worry you cant get rid of Sombra that easily.

rukia23: next up date yes, took a while though

Flarire: of course he would start reffering to Meghan as mine. He is possesive after all lol

silver0scorpion: Yes he said mine :), nah Orihime being taken just realy lets you know where you are in the story, and it ties into my evil scheme...

White Alchemist Taya: Youll just half to read and find out

Blue hair and Pocky


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Meghan stretched allowing her arms to creak and pop satisfyingly. She twisted in her spot and sat up groggily. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she blinked at the dull light filtering in through a boulder in front of her. She blinked again at the rock and recalled the day before.

+Flash back+

After Grimmjow's grand entrance and act of spiriting her away he pulled her through a black portal that sent them to a strange world.

"Grimmy!" Meghan lunged and clung to him.

"Get off woman!" He thrusted her off causing her to fall to the ground with a hard thud.

"What the hell do you think you were doing there?!" He demanded.

"At Urahara's?"

Grimm growled warningly and she quickly spat out another answer, "He was answering my questions."

"What questions?" Meghan could see him seething in his icy eyes and sharp features. She'd come to know him as brooding and violently impulsive but warning bells were going off in her head not to push it.

"He told me what hollows and the people in black were...um I think he said shinigi?"

"Shinigami," Grimm spat. A realization suddenly hit him like a sinking rock in his stomach. Did she not know what Shinigami or hollows were? Had she just found out? A deep tugging feeling lurched in his chest. Could it be...fear? Fear of what? No it didn't quite feel like fear, it was more align feeling.

Grimmjow lunged forwards and attempted to grapple her by the neck but again she evaded. He wanted to grab hold of her to throw her, to choke her; anything to hold her tightly even for a second to take away this straining want for something. He didn't know why but he felt like he had to. No he didn't need an answer for anything; he felt like it, he did it. There was no other reason.

Meghan was surprised at his sudden onslaught. He was prone to doing this around her and she would simply evade briskly but this time it was faster, harder, there was more malice behind his swing than ever before. He looked like a mountain's rising pressure ready to blow.

"Grimm, what's an arrancar?" She asked carefully.

She heard him take a sharp intake of air and all malice in his face froze. She thought he might choke but he snapped his eyes shut and bared his teeth before withdrawing to stand upright.

She waited patiently for him to answer as he sorted out his answer.

He opened his eyes, "I'm not just an arrancar," he gleamed at her, "I'm the sixth Espada."

He didn't know if it was meant to scare her away or if it was his own stupidity of boasting about his authority. But it felt like it had to be said, so he said it.

"Espada?" Meghan was beginning to feel excited. No longer was she perturbed by people never telling her anything but was fascinated about all that she heard. It was like a wholenother world was unfolding for her to feast upon. After a hundred and five years she thought that she had seen it all. But suddenly all of these unworldly things and feelings she had never heard of or experienced were swimming around in her thoughts. He turned around and pointed to his lower back which no longer harbored a scar but a black six tattooed in its place over perfectly smooth skin.

Meghan gasped making Grimm's smirk fall and saw her eyes glint curiously towards his arm.

"You got your arm back?" She got up and started gazing at his arm in awe.

"Damn strait I did." He snorted. He didn't know why but he felt strangely relived.

"Is that possible?" she asked curiously.

He crossed his arms and seemed almost smug. Why was he acting this way?

"You see it don't you."

Meghan began poking his arm to make sure it was real and tugged at it. That set Grimm off the edge. He had a strict no touching policy that even the smart Espadas know of and respected.

He wheeled around and was about to sock her out of impulse but she saw it coming and in a flash was out of the way. His eyes grew wide when he hit thin air and he stared unfocused for a moment.

Meghan waved a hand in front of his face, "Grimmy?"

He growled and shot a venomous glare at her. He took a threatening step towards her, "Don't touch me woman! And what's with the name? It's Grimmjow." He barked sharply.

She grinned widely.

Grimm's eyes narrowed, "Don't you dare."

Meghan poked him on the forehead with her finger and took off at a flat out run.

Grimmjow screamed absolutely infuriated and took chase. Nobody touched him and got away with it. What frustrated him more was that the woman was running all out this time and he could only stay about ten feet behind her; he couldn't keep up.

Meghan sprinted though the strange gray and white forest with her lips curled into a tight smile. She had no idea where this was or why Grimm had brought her here but it didn't matter as long as it was interesting. She clutched the red bag at her side to keep it from bouncing against her waist as violently and jumped over a large white root protruding from the ground.

Her eyes darted above her to the trees. She could have sworn that she saw something move. Focusing back in front of her she breathed a gasp though her panting and halted almost abruptly. Meghan stared awkwardly up at a grouping of strange creatures towering above the trees. They were all black except for their faces which reminded her of a witch with their long crooked noses and strange white spiked collars.

Unfortunately Grimm couldn't stop quite as quickly as her and crashed right into Meghan and sent the two of them spiraling out into the middle of the grouping of Menos.

He spat vulgar curses and pushed himself off of the stunned woman.

"You!..." Grimm had grabbed hold of the back of her neck when a very distinctive feeling of something charging its power caught his attention. A menos stared blankly at him with its black sockets and its mouth fell agape where a red ball began to form. The creature released its deadly Cero in a long crimson beam. Grimm blocked the deadly red beam with the palm of his hand the energies parted and scattered every which way blowing strong gusts of wind and leaving traces of its energy seeping though the air where it finally dissolved. A smile tugged at Grimm's lips exposing a fang. He released Meghan who was just now coming too and got up off of his knees.

"You've caught me on a bad day." Grimmjow released his own Cero and took pleasure at watching it tear right through the Meno's black body. The other Menos' gathered into two separate tight circles around Meghan and Grimm.



Meghan shook her head and nearly jumped out of her skin at seeing the tall black masses of Menos surrounding her. They were even cutting her off from Grimm. If it was at all possible she felt scared for the first time in her life.

She got up off of the ground and stared up at four Menos towering over her like a black curtain closing in and suffocating her. They stood rubbed against each other as they swayed back and forth in a tight circle leaving no room for an exit.

She heard Grimm's manic laughter and a loud crash sounded before the ground shook violently beneath her feet.

"Grimm?" She squeaked.

The Menos opened their large mouths lined with blocky white teeth and began charging dark crimson balls of light.

Meghan began to panic and looked around her and frantically began running around in a wide circle. She closed her eyes tightly and kept running around like a headless chicken and hoped that they would just keep missing her.

Air whooshed past her violently from the Menos' missing Ceros and she heard several distinctive thuds and cries of agony.

"What the hell are you doing woman?" Grimm barked annoyed.

Meghan opened an eye and saw that all of the Menos were lying around her dead with a second hole placed randomly going through their black bodies.



"Did you kill them?" She asked shakily.

"Hell no. I just finished killing those." He pointed over his shoulder to a mauled mess of dead Menos.

Meghan closed her eyes again and stared down at the ground while trying to retain the tears that were pooling in her eyes.

"What's wrong with you woman?" Grimmjow asked angrily.

A strange tug pulled at his chest and a strong urge to kill something began to surface. He didn't like it and the feeling was pissing him off. When Meghan didn't answer he jumped into the ring of fallen hollows that were still taping her and stood over her with a highly annoyed look.

"I said what's your problem?" He asked harshly. He was getting agitated from her reluctance to speak and was about to strike her out of agitation when she looked up at him.

"Grimm!" Meghan lurched forwards and clung to Grimmjow in a vice grip.

"Get off of me woman!"

Grimm placed his palm on her head and tried frustratingly to push her off. But she only clutched him tighter and he could feel hot tears cascading down his bare chest. Her trembles against him sent strange shivers up his body that surprised even him.

"I said get off!" He punched her in the head and she finally relinquished her grip. She dizzily fell backwards in a sort of daze.

"What were those things?" She asked when she had fully regained her vision, though her head still throbbed quite violently.

Grimmjow crossed his arms and closed his eyes to try and calm himself of the thoughts that shouldn't have been running around in his mind.

"Menos Grande. They cannibalize hollows."

"Where are we?" She asked while wiping away her tears. Meghan hated to cry but that last attack had scared her so much that it couldn't be helped. She had never been caged or trapped like an animal before and she hated it.

"Hecto Mundo." He scoffed as if it should have been obvious. He growled at her confused expression.

"Do I half to spell everything out for you? It's the hollow world. My world."

Meghan's eyes lit up in curiosity and pleasure, "Your world?"

Grimmjow decided for himself that that was to be a rhetorical question. He grunted and held out his hand withought looking at her.

"Come on I'm on a tight schedule."

Meghan happily took his hand and he pulled her up only half way before letting go and walking away. Meghan staggered the rest of the way to her feet and followed after him.

OOOoooooooooOOO

They didn't walk for very long when Grimm suddenly grabbed her about the waist receiving a squeak in protest and huddled the two of them into the air. He jumped off of a massive rock face as he climbed 

upwards and stopped at a small crevice in the rocky cliff. He practically threw her into it where she landed quite brutally among the rocks.

"Stay here and don't move," Meghan tried to open her mouth but he cut her off, "Unless you want more of those things coming after you." He smirked mischievously.

Meghan opened her mouth again to speak. "Stay," He commanded. "I'll be back so don't move or else."

Grimm knocked off a large boulder from the cliff by punching it off with his fist and shoved it into the cave entrance.

+End Flashback+

Though the light never changed and the forest remained in a dusk or twilight appearance Meghan was complacent and somehow found herself some sleep.

The encounter with the Meno's from earlier did shake her up quite a bit. Especially after Grimm left she shook violently and curled herself up into a ball. Her senses were strained and her heart beat so fast that it trembled in her chest. After what felt like hours she was able to calm down a little and even managed to get some sleep in.

Time was completely lost on her. She couldn't tell that anything had changed; the forest was frozen in a perpetual state that never changed.

Meghan got on her hands and knees and peered out a small crack that provided the white light. There was nothing but the sheer drop below and the towering trees that stretched up into a black ceiling. She sniffled and wiped away dried tears that more than likely put her to sleep and looked around for anymore of those tall black creatures. She knew that she had to be strong. Grimm told her that he 

would come back and she believed every word of it. He wouldn't abandon her and leave her to be gnawed by those creatures. She cracked a smile; he had left her on a rooftop once. She tried to convince herself that he wouldn't have done it if it were as dangerous as this place. Grimm did place her high up with a sort of barrier.

Mentally she shook her head vigorously. Getting hysteric or depressed was not what she did. Believing that her smile was genuine she laid down on her back and faced her feet towards the entrance of the crevice and gave the boulder a swift kick. It released itself easily and jumbled down the cliff in loud clatters.

Meghan knew that she needed to get out even if Grimm did tell her that she was supposed to stay.

"Ah! What the hell!"

Meghan blinked and confusion creased her brow. Carefully she looked over the edge and saw a Shinigami stomping around falling rocks in an extremely uncoordinated way.

After the last rock fell the man looked straight up at her and glared viciously. He was so far down the cliff that all she could really distinguish were the black clothes and a head full of black hair.

Her heart raced and she almost panicked but remembered that she was once almost friends with Shinigami. Instead of making another enemy she thought that she could try and play nice. It could possibly take her mind off of the Menos.

"Aww! I'm sorry!" She waved her hands in the air in a friendly gesture.

The Shinigami began to appear to be getting closer until she realized that he was scaling the cliff face.

He clasped the edge of the entrance to her small hole and hoisted himself in where he sat crouched on the balls of his feet.

"Who the heck are you and how did you get here?" He leaned forward and glared in a scrutinizing way.

He had plane brown eyes and onyx colored hair that looked as if it hadn't been brushed in months and had been badly cut by inexperienced hands.

"I'm Meghan." She smiled not really knowing what else to say.

The man's eyes widened in shock and an almost crazed look filled them.

"Me-ghan." He reached down to his waist and griped a katana hanging from his side.

She answered wearily, "Yes."

The man glared dangerously, "How did you get here?"

"I-I kind of woke up here...I need to go." She felt like she was in a bad spot and needed to get out of it immediately. The wild look in his eyes alerted her that something was not right.

"No!" He barked sharply, "No. You are not leaving. You're the reason that I'm in this hell hole!"

"What do you..." She was cut off by another venomous sentence.

"I was the one assigned to capture you forty years ago. It was my last chance to redeem myself for my last failed mission. But no, you eluded me every single time that I tried to capture you. Eventually they got tired of me so they banished me here to see if I could do any good when I was out of their hair!"

Meghan slipped quietly around him as he ranted and threw his arms up in hysterics. She had to admit that he did look familiar.

"Hay! Where are you going?!"

Meghan gasped and took off up the cliff. She climbed it as quickly as she could by grabbing sturdy rock with her hands and used them seconds later for foot holds. She thanked her usual habit of climbing up and down the vine on her apartment which gave her good knowledge of climbing up sheer surfaces.

Her hand caught a ledge and she hoisted herself up on to it. She was shocked when she found herself looking down a crack that looked as if it led out of a cave. She bent her head and scampered up to the crack that stretched about fifty feet across and jumped through it. A gale of wind swept over her face and blew her black bangs against her face. A vast desert cast in black and white stretched before her with small trees dotting the landscape. She didn't take time to observe the drastic change in scenery and used her feet to fly her across the sand as quickly as possible.

"Get back here you...Damn it!"

The Shinigami was hot on her heels and was spitting vulgar words her way and he called her every name that was probably possible.

If anyone were watching them from afar all they would see is two clouds of sand flying like wind streaks from a comet. But it seemed someone did.

Meghan passed right by a human looking figure that she left behind looking bewildered and confused in her wake. His black hair tossed back at the force of her running bye and the man smirked as the Shinigami came racing up next. He stuck his left arm out revealing it to be coated with white Armor. The Shinigami didn't even see it and rammed right into it with his forehead and fell back unconscious.

"Woops." The man said staring at the downed Shinigami with a light smile. He turned on his heels and ran after Meghan.

Meghan ran as hard and fast as she could, there was no way that that Shinigami would catch up to her. She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to fly faster.

"Um. Why are we running?"

The calm earnest voice right next to her caused her to open her eyes in shock and to trip over her feet. She tumbled to the ground and did several summersaults before coming to a cratering halt. Panting heavily she rolled over onto her back and a man with black hair tied into a short pony tail that just barely touched his shoulder blades and had milky gray eyes stared right into her own like a mirror.

"That was quite a fall. Are you alright?"

He held out a hand while smiling. Meghan hesitantly took it. She gasped when the hand she took was not flesh but bone. More so the underside of his hand was flesh but a white armor stretched over his fingers and the rest of his arm.

"Espada?" She asked hopefully. If he was then she could finally feel safe. It would be someone like Grimm.

His eyes grew wide and he opened his mouth a couple times like a fish then shut it and chuckled nervously.

"No, no. I'm number one thirty seven. Or you could just call me Armaund."

She blinked confused, "So you're a hollow?"

The man sighed and immediately ruffled her hair.



"What does that make you? Hmm? You still haven't told me your name."

She swatted his hand away with a scowl. "Meghan." She didn't want to be treated like a child.


Riku: It seemes that the story is getting a little darker...

You know i've noticed a trend that every chapter its about a thousand words longer then the last one...o well (random thought)