Aizen was humoring them. He was attempting to make himself seem better than he was by giving Kana the free ability to go see Orihime whenever she wanted. The Arrancar from before, Ulquiorra, led Orihime and herself through the halls of Las Noches to a wide room. There was a small caged window that showed a gorgeous crescent moon, a couch on the far side, a rug in the middle, it honestly wasn't so bad.

"This is your cell, woman. This one will have the ability to enter and leave alone. Should you follow her out I will kill you." This one? So she didn't even get a name? Great. Plus this guy was a fucking killjoy. Orihime would be depressed in seconds if left alone to deal with this asshole. She'd have to visit as often as possible. Well..as often as her training would allow anything. Which reminded her, she'd need to talk to Aizen soon about that. She turned to ask the emo kid to take her back to Aizen to do so but he was already walking away.

"Oi!" Kana grunted as she gave a tiny flash to catch up to him.

"Fuck're we going?"

"I am taking you to your rooms as Aizen-sama instructed." Well she obviously hadn't been paying enough attention. Ulquiorra turned to face her with his usual deadpan expression and she frowned, staring right back at him.

"Are you faster than the woman?" She was a woman too but fuck it.

"Yeah."

"Good. Follow." There was a strange warping sound as he turned back around and vanished. Kana blinked once before following his reiatsu trail with a few flashsteps. She hadn't been expecting anyone here to be this fast! Fuck, she hadn't even thought hard on what the people here could do. She'd have to re-evaluate what she could do in comparison or she'd likely make a fatal mistake. She came to a stop a few feet away from where Ulquiorra was staring blankly at her. His hand slid over a slightly darker spot on the wall and a door sized space slid open beside it. She gestured for him to go in ahead of her with a smirk and a grand sweep of her arm and he looked like he would have rolled his eyes if he had the energy to do it. He clicked the light on as he entered and Kana frowned at the room.

It was nicer than Orihime's, which wasn't hard considering there were no bars on the window. Like everything else both the walls and furniture were white, a couch and coffee table on one end, wardrobe and bed on the other, desk ahead of her below a high window. The floor was the same black marble as the hallways but had a large fluffy white rug. It was so monochromatic it almost hurt, but she wasn't sure how she would get any colour into it. Chances are she wouldn't be spending a lot of time in here anyway.

"Aizen-sama would like you to change and return to him in the throne room." Kana blinked, turning back to face Ulquiorra.

"Change?" She followed his hand as it gestured to the wardrobe and she sighed.

"Alright. I know my way back so I'll be there as soon as I'm ready." Ulquiorra stared for another second before nodding and leaving. Kana rubbed at the back of her head with a frown. She didn't really know her way back of course, but she felt like she could feel Aizen's reiatsu from a hundred miles away. She threw the doors of the wardrobe open, scowling at the mirror and more monochromatic clothes filling the shelves. She moved to get changed quickly, not wanting to waste any time playing dress up, though she did enjoy the outfit.

The bottoms settled low on the hips, flaring out in a weird puff before holding tight at her ankles. The sides had long slits on the outside from ankle to thigh. Instead of sandals she had little black booties with a tiny chunky heel. The top took her a few seconds to figure out it had so many weird cutouts and extra fabric. The sleeves were tight and stopped to a diamond point at the center of her hands, with diamond type cutouts at the elbow and shoulder. The bottom of the top tapered down to a point that ended just above her belly button. The part that made her the most uncomfortable was a diamond shaped cutout across her cleavage, a thin black mesh barely pretending to conceal it. The collar dipped down to the point of the diamond before curling up around her neck and flaring slightly. The entire thing, of course, was stark white and outlined with black.

There was one piece of colour she kept, the thick purple obi that, instead of cinching tight around her waist, she left to hang lose with a sloppy bow around her hips to her thigh. She looked at herself carefully in the mirror before closing the wardrobe. She felt more exposed than she ever had so like most things here, it would take some getting used to.

"Who the fuck designed this slutty outfit anyway..." She mumbled to herself before turning the lights off and heading out. She brushed against the door with her reiatsu so she could find her way back again before taking off with a flash to the roaringly rich reiatsu in the center of the massive palace.


"Kana." Aizen's voice washed gently over her ears as soon as she entered the open doors and came to a stop at the foot of the staircase that led to his throne. Her face flushed slightly and she scowled as her knees went weak. She locked her legs and crossed her arms in a slight huff to get control of herself.

"It pleases me to see you in the outfit I've chosen for you." Oh good. So Aizen was a fucking pervert. She wished knowing that would make her heart calm down and get rid of some of this nervousness. Time to do what she always did when she doesn't know what to do-be a smart ass.

"At least one of us is pleased then." Aizen's smirk widened and Kana's scowl deepened, clenching her fingers against her arms. What the fuck was wrong with her? She needed to get a hold of herself or she'd never be able to defeat this asshole. There was another gust of wind and she found Aizen stood in front of her, just within arm's reach, reiatsu curling around hers which she held tight like a shield. Annnnd there goes her heart again. Normally her heart only raced like this when she was fighting. It was easy enough to figure the pressure of Aizen's reiatsu was brushing against hers like this. It made her want to flare out, knock his smug ass smirk out of place.

"Time flows differently in the depths of Las Noches." The scowl lifted from Kana's face as she made eye contact with Aizen, way too excited to hear his words.

"Heuco Mundo always flowed slower than the time in the world of the living and the Soul Society. But I myself changed the time flow of my palace."

"Which means by the time Ichigo and them do something stupid like come to rescue Orihime..." Kana words trailed off as she looked at Aizen expectantly. He gestured for her to follow him before turning and passing his throne pedestal. Kana refused to trail along like a puppy, instead taking long strides to walk at his side. He still made her anxious, but the more time she spent with him the easier her heart would rest, right? Plus she wasn't about to become just some servant. She'd die fighting before that happened. Anything she did for Aizen while she was here she would do on her own terms. Her own lips twisted into a cocky fanged grin when Aizen blinked at her, looking slightly surprised for a brief second before his confident smirk was back in place.

"Kurosaki Ichigo has already discovered yours and the girl's disappearance. He will be leaving the land of the living tomorrow night for him, which is 3 weeks for us." Kana whistled, shaking her head slightly.

"Holy shit. Three whole weeks? That's fucking impressive." Aizen's smirk widened in a way that said 'I know.'

"So if he leaves in three weeks for us when would he be reaching the palace?"

"If all goes to plan, about 2 months. After that we won't have the benefit of bending time to my will." Kana fell quiet again as Aizen stopped at the far wall, brushing his hand against it to open another sliding door. Kana didn't hesitate to follow him in, watching the rows and rows of monitors on the wall. A chair in front of them turned to reveal a wide closed eyed smile. The wall on the far left slid open and the other guy...the dark one...Touken? Tousen? That one sounded more familiar, approached to stand by Ichimaru Gin.

"What can we do ya'fer, Aizen-sama?" Gin's voice sounded mocking and slid the same way a serpents body would. That settled her inner debate between fox or snake then.

"I came to introduce you to our newest partner, Kana Takahashi." She gave a tiny awkward bow with a frown, looking at Aizen questioningly.

"Partner? Not a servant?" Kana scoffed, hands on her hips as she sneered at the snake faced ex-captain.

"It doesn't matter how powerful Aizen is, I'm not gonna be anyone's servant." Gin's smile fell a touch before perking right back up.

"How interest'n. Careful there girly, Aizen-sama might bite." Kana's retort was stopping by warm finger tips resting on her lower back, a jolt shooting up her spine and her face flushing.

"Gin, play nice. I'll only bite if she asks." Kana's face went from pink to cherry red, and she shifted to either run or hit him she didn't know which, but was stopped by his hand sliding along her back to rest with his finger's curling around her hip. She wasn't sure of the outfit before, but now that Aizen's hand was resting on bare skin she thought for sure she should hate it. But some tiny part of her still protested that it wasn't bad.

"Call Grimmjow to the third arena." Aizen ordered Gin who nodded and turned back to his monitors. Tousen gave a tiny bow before heading back to the other room, and Kana found herself being led by Aizen's hand out of the room.

"My training?" Fuck why was her voice so quiet?

"A test, first."

"And Grimmjow is the test dummy?" Better but still not there.

"He is. It's likely Grimmjow would approach you on his own to establish his dominance." Kana gave a small sound of surprise before cackling slightly.

"Dominance!? I don't fucking think so." Aizen's lips twitched in amusement and he dropped his hand from around her waist. She ignored the lonely chill that rushed through her body, doing her best to convince herself it was her imagination.

"I look forward to seeing what you can do." Her face got warm again, and Kana kept her gaze down the rest of the walk to the third arena. Until she figured out what the fuck was with her reactions to Aizen's presence, she refused to let him see that visibly affected her.