Author note: Yeah, so family problems are still prominent...but, my cousin was found but he tried to OD, but he's safe...but refusing treatment...SO! Writings really takes stress off and I'll try to update as much as fast. Like stated previously the chapters are coming and Summer for college students is close!

Warning: foul language and derogatory terminology I do not agree with...it's all what I think the characters would say and act like.

****=flash backs

italics =thoughts

All eyes honed in on the anomaly that Gin was dragging behind him.

It was a young boy with large, innocent, emerald green eyes that shown only terror and confusion, which would be understandable seeing as he was surrounded by 12 very imposing unknown figures, one dragging him into possible certain doom.

The boy looked absolutely comical as his clothes blanketed his body, looking like a child playing dress up with his father's clothing. The boy attempting and failing to break Gin's iron grip upon his wrist, digging his socked feet across the white floor having lost his sandals along his march towards certain doom (well, more like drag towards doom). One hand holding up his hakama while his top's unzipped collar showing he was missing his iconic hollow hole at the base of his throat. His messy, short, midnight black hair was speckled with white dust and bone fragments where his half helmet formerly resided.

The boy's alabaster skin seemed to ashen to a sickly white the closer they got towards the table till he resembled his formerself's complection with a tint of green, his thick eyebrows scrunched up as he began to nervously sweat. Gin, savoring both party's reactions plunked the young boy in the seat beside Stark, making sure to scooch his chair a bit closer to Aizen, whom still had yet to say a word upon the situation.

Now seated the boy's trembling became more apparent as he seemed to scrunch up, trying to be as small as possible. A resounding gasp seemed to echo in the meeting room as the boy's jacket slunk down revealing on his left pec was a faded gothic four. The tattoo's appearance only seemed to further stress the awkward situation.

"I'd like to introduce y'all to my new bestie, Ulqui-kun!" Gin said as he smushed the terrified teen towards himt, his cheek resting on his head as Ulquiorra was pressed against his chest.

"Lil' guy was adamant on mee-"Gin. Tousen. Follow me, we have much to talk about. Our "guest" is not to be harmed in anyway until I return with my decision." Aizen said,interrupting Gin midjoke his voice supremely calm, despite what was taken place right before him.

The two second in command followed after their curly-haired dictator after Aizen had given Ulquiorra a smile and a pat on his head. Both actions doing all but reassure the terrified boy.

The klack of the three general's waraji echoed through the utterly silent room the only thing louder being the door closing behind them, sealing the human boy's fate. Gin mockingly blew him a kiss like a mother leaving their child at school, instead of with bloodthirsty soul-eating monsters.

The room was so silent one could've clearly heard a grain of sand hit the floor.

…

"GAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!" Grimmjow cackled loudly, his fist banging on the table so aggressively while one hand combed through his hair, grasping sky-blue strains as he laid his head on the tabletop gasping for air.

"This is...interesting to say in the least." stark slowly drawled out, glancing at the boy who had taken to making sure he was the furthest away from the still cackling blue haired maniac, while still remaining seated.

"So, this is your doing Szayelaporro?" Harribel's cool voice stated trying to blocking out Grimmjow's neverending continual laughter in the background.

"Me?!" the Octava Espada said shocked the bizarre occurrence was his fault, despite knowing this was the result of one of his millions experimentations.

"Well, duh! Who else has scientific shit that'll do that? Cause it ain't any of the other dumbasses here?" Nnoitra said not removing his gaze from Ulquiorra, his sneer sharpening at the weak creature the fourth had been rendered to.

"Wait, that's Ulquiorra?" Yammy dumbly said, flicking the bugger he'd been picking at the wall behind him.

"No, lardass it's Tousen's long lost, albino bastard son. OF COURSE THAT'S ULQUIORRA! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, SHUT THE FUCK UP SEXTA!" Nnoitra snapped, muttering about inbreeding and Aizen's choice in warriors being worse than that of a woman's.

"I didn't do it! I was in my laboratory all day, knee deep in the perfection of a new formula to make me more perfect than I am already! Hell, the only time I took a break was when...GRIMMJOW WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE FROM MY LAB?!" Szayelaporro screeched as he finished connecting the dots in the mystery of who'd done it.

"I- HAHA! I...I took one of the bottles of your shelf while leaving after you tried duping me with dud potions! If I wanted colored water I would've played with my own piss, yah pink fag!" Grimmjow said, flipping off the four-eyed man, "But DAMN! I didn't think it'd have such an effect on the almighty fourth! I mean, LOOK AT HIM!" Grimmjow jabbed his finger in the fourth's face, "he's so...so weak and scrawny! Like damn! I've heard of anorexic but, this is just too much! Kid looks like he's close to pissing himself in fear any moment now!"

"Yeah, he does look like a subservient lil' bitch...well, more so now than he originally did. I'm going to enjoy being the fourth after I be-head your snow-white ass!" Nnoitra began reaching for his weapon, eyes locked on the trembling boy.

"Aizen-sama, stated so beautifully we are not to harm our "guest". How about you act worthy of your position in power and think before acting." Zommari said, his eyes closed in meditation.

"The hell you just say, asshole?! I could murder you on the spot Septima! Don't think I won't!" the barbaric Fifth threatened.

"What does this mean for all those assignments and extra duties Ulquiorra originally held because I'm not wasting my time or my fracción on Aizen's needs...being the king as we all know." the Baraggan said to noone in particular.

"Better question being did that potion leave the drinker mute? Perhaps the Fourth would chime in, give us some insight on how you became like this Ulquiorra?" Harribel said in a gentler tone, hoping to calm the boy a bit as his heartbeat had gotten so loud it was audible to her ears.

All eyes shot back to Ulquiorra, the timid creature flinching at the 16 eyes honed on him. The boy slugglishy processing the words, blinking in what seems the first time since enter the room, yet still looking like a terrified fawn.

"U...um...I-I-I...I'm sorry! I r-really don't know or understand what's going on!" a not soprano yet not the usual heavy baritone voice rang out from Ulquiorra. Whom took to looking at the marble countertop of the desk, not able to look anyone of them in their eyes. "I...I just appeared here! I didn't mean to! Please believe me miss...miss...What's your name?"

The room once again became deathly quiet, the Espada shooting each other glances having a silent conversation unbeknownst to the human boy. Ulquiorra continued glancing at the table, too self conscious and scared to see their pointed stares. Ulquiorra couldn't help thinking back on how this all began, how in just a few minutes his life had been uprooted.

My eyes open to find I'm no longer in my AP Math class, listening to the teacher drone on and on about imaginary numbers and how important the concept is for the one or two jobs that actually use said calculations. No, Instead I'm in a completely stark white hallway with every few feet (or so) an archway. I tilt my head left and right, my head throbbing with what must be a migraine.

CRASH!

I whip my head to and fro looking for who caused the sudden commotion only to find it wasn't someone, but something. Looking down to my left I saw the sound had stemmed from some shogun-like skeletal, helmet hitting the floor and smashing into literally dust. The pieces disintegrating in my hand no matter how light the touch was, making any attempt at gathering the pieces futile.

After a long debate of back and forth, weighing the various pros and cons or either staying where I am or investigating the strange catacombs I'd been randomly and spontaneously dumped in. The later choice ultimately wins and I'm off to get some semblance of where the hell I could be.

…

Okay. have I been down this hallway or...no, this had to be new, right? Who the hell makes everything the same shade of fucking white!

I grip my hair in frustration as when I turn the corner I see the sandal I'd dropped earlier.

"I've gone in a circle, haven't I?" I mummer while dragging my hands down my face in pure frustration, as I stomp over to the piece of footwear, almost face planting for the 17th consecutive time because of my stupid oversized clothes.

"GRRRRAAAH!" I hurl the shoe down the hall before slumping down, my forehead resting upon my knees and my arms wrapped around my legs, letting the true gravity of the situation sunk in.

I'm tired. I haven't a single clue where I am and I just want to go home.

Clack...clack...clack

A sudden chill ran up my spine at the sound of sudden footsteps, feeling like my day was going to go from bad to worst in T-minus 5...4...3...2…

"Well hello there, lil' guy. What're you doing out here, all alone?"

My blood runs cold from just hearing the mysterious yet friendly voice for some inane reason, my head refusing to turn toward whomever was trying to talk to me despite my brain commanding it to. I whip my body around superfast, hoping to catch the stranger off guard...only to find no one's there.

"Wow. a lil' jumpy aren't we now? You'd better calm down, unless you want to attract some more "friends", you lil' faucet of reiryoku, you."

I slowly turn to come face to face with a fox-faced man doned all in white smiling at me so hard his eyes were slits. Alarm bells spring to life in my mind, blaring loud and clear that this is a person I should stay as far away from as possible.

"Ahhh, what's wrong? Are ya' sick? Sore throat makin' you unable to talk to your good ol' pal, Gin Ichimaru? Well, shucks…" the silver haired man, whom apparently is named Gin, said with a pout.

Before I can even open my mouth to speak he's was yanking me to my feet, an iron grasp upon my wrist as he drags me down the hallway, "I know! I'll take ya' to see Pinky, our handy dandy doctor, won't that be fun? In fact! Let's go meet the whole gang while we're at it? they're quite the welcoming bunch, if I do say so myself!" Gin says in a sort of singsong way, picking up the pace despite me already struggling to keep up.

~Moments later~

He skids to a halt in front of two gigantic white doors, that looked to weigh a thousand pounds each yet Gin flings them open like they're made of paper.

"Something tells me he isn't human…"

Before I can object he's dragging me into some room that appears to be for meetings or briefings, in it are 12 very imposing figures staring right at me.

Despite being completely different in looks size and generally demeanors, they had to be related or "batting for the same team" as they are all sporting the same white clothing and some sort of bone-like feature upon their bodies. Well, at least 5 of them were from what I could see.

The first one to catch my attention was a muscular man with blue hair that was the color of blueberry cotton candy, the type you get at the carnival. Glued to the right side of his jaw was a bone fragment that looked to be made of the same substance of that helmet I broke, right before being brought to this room of death. A constant storm of rage seemed to boil in his sky blue eyes as he furrowed his brow trying to understand exactly what he was looking at as he stared at me.

To the left of him was what looked to be a punk rocker turn Buddhist or something along the lines of that as his white Mohawk and piercings seemed to imply he had a dark side before finding the cult that seems to control this white Hell.

Besides him had to be the man Gin was talking about as he had the brightest pink hair I'd ever seen! That paired with some glasses, making him look the most like a doctor out of the whole lot of them. Like the others he had an expression of surprise yet in it was a tinge of guilt like this was his doing somehow.

Next to Pinky was the eldest of the whole group, upon his face a bushy Yosemite Sam, white mustache and thick white eyebrows. The most noticeable feature being the thick scars running over his wrinkled face from what I could see as the man instantly turned back towards the table. Supposedly to say that he didn't deem me worthy of his glance let alone his consideration.

At the end of the table was a mammoth of a man picking his nose with his pinky as he rested his elbow on the table. Strangely, the oddest thing about the dude wasn't his size or the the bone piece running along his jaw; no, it was what looked to be a hole in the center of the sternum! In fact, the angry bluenette had a similar thing except in the center of his torso!

I think I'm going to be sick...

To the side of him was what looked like a human Pez dispenser hybrid dressed in Mozart like clothing. That would sum up whatever or whomever I was looking at.

I don't want to know what's behind that mask...helmet...thing.

Well, it's a good thing to know they're not sexist as I saw a beautiful caramel-skinned, blonde woman with chilling eyes. Wearing quite the oddly designed top which barely covered her well endowedness. I felt my cheeks redden as I struggled to direct my gaze towards the other occupants in the room. (So, Sue me I'm a normal teen boy!)

Beside her was a gangly mantis-looking man with leery eyes or eye seeing as he was wearing an eyepatch. Who seem to have a fetish for cutlery as his clothing look to be the costume for a mascot that's a spoon. it was so comical I could almost laugh but his whole demeanor screamed "laugh and you died."

Though that scary demeanor sorta wilted due to who he was sitting by. Out of all them, he seemed like the most approachable one or the most likely to not attack me at any second. Looking like the typical stoner in college or some sort of surfer.

Despite all the danger and animosity radiating off these individuals was dwarfed...no, swallowed by the aura radiating from the thing sitting at the head of the table. If perfection or nightmare was made in the mold of a man, you'd get whomever sat in that throne. The man hadn't done anything yet, his presence was poison that screamed treachery and manipulation was the only game he played, the pawns people's lives and dreams, and he played to win no matter what the cost. Such a flawless exterior, yet a disgustingly twisted and sullied interior. He wasn't a wolf in sheep's clothing no...he was a dragon in sheep's' clothing.

I physically and mentally freeze up, to terrified to move and seeing the wide grin upon Gin's face, he knew exactly what I was feeling and he was loving it. That's all I remember up until the blond haired, high-collared woman addressed me, my mind and body shutting down as fear finally drowned it.

Something I've always struggled with as since I was born. Too much of something and *BANG!* off to la la Land...well, that's what the doctors said. I needed to get out of here! Find a safe, quiet space! Shit! What did I say...I rather have them speaking then all these knowing looks.

I can feel another spell coming as the silence stretched longer in the previously deafeningly loud room and the longer knowing glances switched back and forth between his captors.

"Can I please go home!" I blurt out (or squeak out is more like it)

"But, you are home, Ulquiorra." a calm voice rung out, I feel my heart sink into my stomach, the feeling getting stronger as I feel their leader seamlessly scoop me up. Only to sit down with me now on his lap like Santa. "Tell me Ulquiorra, what do you remember? Do you know where you are? Who we are?" Aizen said smoothly,

"Ah...no wonder you're so scared. I'll leave it to them to explain all this" Aizen chuckled as Ulquiorra flinched a bit.

"But, know you're perfectly safe and will remain that way until this "mishap" is fixed. I've made my final decision upon this and seeing as you're too much of an asset as a subordinate and warrior...in your "normal" form. That being said, I'm leaving you as the Fourth Espada, that's final but, some like to disregard my orders" he said this as his eyes shot to the Blue-haired ruffian and spoon, " I'll leave you in the capable hands of some selected servants I ma-"

"Uh, Aizen-sama? May I make a suggestion or minor tweak to the original plan?" Gin said, dangerously interrupting Aizen, Ulquiorra felt his chest strain as a sudden spike in pressure seemed to happen.

"Yes...Ichimaru? What, would you like to suggest?"

"Well, I think instead of some lousy Arrancar we leave him with the ever capable Espada? They'd perfectly guard em' and I believe they all share some blame in this current coinkydink were in, right? And this would strengthen the family bond we have in our lil' home with a shared responsibility. If one of em' fails...well they all fail." Gin said as he leaned over the table making a sweeping motion towards the 9 Arrancars, " You reap what you sow."

"...this is why I pick you and Tousen, Gin. Always bettering my plans when I least expect it. Yes, I agree. Szayelaporro, your one and only objective now is getting Ulquiorra back to normal, while the rest of you will make sure Ulquiorra is safe and well while he's in this condition, making sure his needs are met...or else."

"Wait! Sir, not to question your judgement in any way but, are...are we babysitting him? Like...feed and whatever else humans need or do?" Stark braved, though already having a idea what the answer was.

"Ooooh! That's even better! Thanks Starkey, I'll make sure to tell any and all servants all his needs are you guy's responsibility." Gin pulled a cookbook out of nowhere from his sleeve and slid it in front of the baffled Primavera, while the other 8 glared at him.

"Thank you, Gin. Now, being the fair god I am, I'll let you all decide upon the order of responsibility. I must now find substitutes for the many tasks delegated to my Cuatra Espada." Aizen said as He plunked Ulquiorra down on his throne, another ruffleing of his hair before disappearing, Tosen close behind him.

"Uncle Gin has to go, but you all understand that if you fail, you won't be demoted, you'll be humiliated and executed...painfully." Gins eyes opened, causing all the Espada to cringe in fear, "take care of my precious Ulqui-kun! TOOTLES!" Gin ruffled Ulquiorra's hair aggressively before picking him up and placing him in the center of table, like a human centerpiece.

*slam*

All was silent again, none really knowing what to say or even do. After what seemed like a millennium the silence was interrupted by Stark looking through the cook book gifted to him,

"Wait...the hell is water?

We're going to die.

To be continued….