Out in the sands of hueco mundo, the wind gusted fiercely sending the white sands flying. The area rather empty and desolate. No hollow rather alive as of now, well...

She has eaten them.

The lilac haired woman sat in the sands reminiscing on her hollow life in hueco mundo. Of course she had no human life considering adjuchas and vasto lordes are thousands of souls all made up into into one super natural being. But her hollow life has been going about the same for years now, eating hollows, feeding on reiatsu that consists the whole of hueco mundo and running away from from the more evolved powerful hollows. Not like she had something or a goal to live for, she didn't want to die. She looked rather more human as she had been feeding on more upper class hollows such as some menos. Although her whole face and head was covered with her mask, the mask resembling that of a dragon. Only her eyes were shown through the mask making her look all the more mysterious, but her velvet hair still flowing down her back. Her back laid against a rock as she sensed abnormal amount of spiritual pressure nearing. Her amber eyes widening in apparent fear and shock. In her whole hollow life, has she ever come across such suffocating pressure. She suddenly couldn't breathe. Her breath hitched and she clutched onto her chest in pain. With all will power a hollow could possess she clumsily got up.

No! Not yet. I don't want to die just-Not like the spiritual pressure was killing her but the fact she knew the being with such amount of spiritual pressure would kill her for sure. Why would her life be spared? She would die like how every hollow was supposed to and she would most likely not go to soul society but to the ends of hell for eternal damnation where she will be punished for all her sins and atrociticies as a hollow. Sad? No! She wasn't sad, but rather expecting her death soon enough. She was a hollow, they didn't live forever. No matter how strong a hollow was, there was a stronger one and they would die one day even if they lived for centuries.

That energy...it's closer than before.

She was still clutching onto her chest, struggling to breathe. Her head was hung low and her right arm was leaning on the white cold rock for support. Apparently her body could not function well anymore, all her senses were closing in on her as she fell on the white sands of hueco mundo her breath slowly escaping her. Her velvet hair splayed across the sand, her mouth slightly parted in shock. Her whole body was in pain as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

Like the being decided to have mercy on her the spiritual pressure lessened. Her breaths were ragged and hectic. What incredible power! A large shadow engulfed her and she didn't even bother to twist her head to her doom as she knew she was destined to die right then. She could have guessed she looked as helpless and pathetic as a human.

"Just when we thought there was no fish in the sea." A sly voice commented. It's like she could even see the grin on his face.

Just take me already.

"Hmm, did our spiritual pressure affect you that much." Another voice said, his voice rather smooth. Our? so there was two of them? or more?

She tilted her head slightly to take a look only to widen her eyes in apparent shock and horror.

Humans? no! It can't be. Shinigamis? How on earth? They were three men.

The man in the middle with the most spiritual pressure apparently. So her assumptions had been wrong. They were not hollows but shinigamis. She had confirmed that by glancing at their zanpakuto by each of their waists. She couldn't beleive her eyes. They were shinigamis. The last time she had encountered one was when she had gone to the human world to feed on some souls which was decades ago. She had almost died then by a shinigami but managed to escape...badly injured. This though didn't make sense as shinigamis didn't go out of their way to come to Hueco Mundo to kill hollows. That was insane. She was gawking at them like her life was on line. The only thing that happened to be a little strange was their outfits. She wasn't completely dumb not to know a shinigami's outfit as the men were all clad in a black and white uniform but different styles of clothing. The man in the middle had brown hair with a strang carelessly dropping at the middle of his face, his eyes distant with a tinge of evil intent and interest. Like a tool. That's how he was gazing at her. Like she was something he has been looking for. By his sides were what she assumed were his subordinates. One with an almost face-splitting smile and a dark skinned man with some type of glasses over his eyes. His face completely impassive.

"Who... are you?" she managed to speak. She suddenly got up on her feet quite ungracefully but she could care less. Her scared and frightened face now replaced with a hard glare. She knew she would most likely die if she were to challenge him but it's not befitting of a hollow feighning fear.

His already wide smile grew wider.

He stepped closer, almost too close. She stepped back eyeing him skeptically.

"You don't have to be afraid..." His voice held no concern, still smooth but straight to the point. She would be lying if she said she wasn't. How would she not? He held his arm out, his grin still fixed in placed.

"I have a proposal to make to you." his voice confident. She couldn't beleive her ears. Wasn't he supposed to kill her? End her life? Her existence? Her mind couldn't comprehend his words.

"You may be confused as to why I would propose an offer to a hollow I should most definitely kill. However..." his smile widened.

"Those are not my intentions...You see I have an offer that can stir you away from your misery...I can give purpose to your so called 'life'" He began.

She clenched her jaw in apparant anger. She did not need pity or sympathy. Especially from a shinigami. Although now that she thought about it, he may have not actually been showing her sympathy. He had a goal. A mission. He wanted something and she wanted him to get straight to the damn point. She didn't like beating around the bush.

"And who told you I'm not satisfied with my life? I don't need anyone's sympathy." She spat. Golden eyes shown with anger and disgust. She didn't need help, most definitely from a shinigami.

His dark-skinned subordinate was quick to retaliate. He stepped forward trying to deem intimidating.

"You shall not address lord Aizen in that manner. We are your superiors, who you shall obey without complaint and contradictions. This is just an understanding we are trying to give not a negotiation." His deep voice scolded her. That only made her all the more angry. If there was something she hated, it was being controlled. Although she probably wasn't being disrespected considering they were obviously stronger than her. She didn't want to serve anybody as she was never used to that kind of way of living through out her hollow life. She had always been on her own, an independent hollow striving to survive. She didn't need a master or some 'Lord Aizen' to look up to. She also didn't need anything except...

Although seeing the way the situation was turning, things were most likely not going to go her way.

The so called 'Lord Aizen' chuckled in amusement. "It is normal Tousen, for these hollows to act how she's behaving. I wouldn't blame her. No need for repremanding now, we have time for that... " he smiled widely and stepped closer making the woman step back and take a stance for a battle she would most likely lose in.

"There is no need for that. I didn't come here to fight. It would completely be a waste of time..." his voice now portraying all manner of seriousness.

She knew he didn't come here to waste time. Even though she knew she had no choice in whatever proposal or offer he had to give her, she decided to hear him out.

"Wh-what do you want?" she cringed internally at her voice betraying her.

The brown-haired man smirked. "Very well... I can give you more power and purpose, you won't have to reside aimlessly in Hueco Mundo without having something to be driven at." He started. That irked her slightly.

"Are you calling me a mindless hollow?" she growled despite herself.

His dark skinned subordinate stepped forward once again before Aizen held out his hand in front of him in some way of telling him 'not now.'

His other subordinate who has been grinning madly the entire time smirking. "Quite a feisty one we got here Lord Aizen." he mused. The glare on the woman's face intensified. "Not exactly but your not a fully developed hollow yet judging by your unstable spiritual pressure." The so called Aizen man stated. Power? She had always craved for it for as long as she can remember but she got more of it when she began eating on other souls and hollows. Getting massive amount of power didn't sound too bad but she knew for sure it wouldn't come to easily. There had to be something he wanted right? She knew he felt nothing close to pity ot concern for her, so what did he want?

"And what's the catch?" she asked standing more up straight in an attempt to hear his motives. He grinned once again. "I'm glad you want to listen...you see I have an army of arrancars. They are all my subordinates that serve at my very best...We all have a similar goal I will further explain to you once you cooperate with us..." he replied, his grin now widening.

"Therefore you will have to serve in my army." he finished like that was the last of the matter. His eyes boring into her very soul as if challenging her to contradict him. She looked downward in shame and anger. So she would have to be subject to this worthless soul reaper, but she would at least gain power and that was the most important thing. Plus it's not like she had a choice. She didn't want to further complicate things so she would do as he pleased. No matter what plans or goals he had, she would not interfere with them. She didn't hate him as he indeed gave her purpose but she still detested him cause of the mere fact: he was a shingami, and she was most probably merely a tool to reach whatever goal he had set in his thick skull. She closed her eyes and bowed on one kneel, head hung low.

"As you wish...Lord Aizen." She surrendered. She felt like she could feel his satisfied smirk on his face. He sighed in satisfaction as if he's business here was done.

"Very well, hollow... what is your name?" he demanded in his smooth tone. She raised her head to face his eyes that unsettled her very soul.

"Se-Serelah." She voiced out.

"Serelah Aneeqa."

The woman couldn't even begin to explain how much pain her body was feeling. Her head specifically. Serelah had never felt such pain before and she wanted to just die that moment. But for some reason, the pain didn't stop. She could hear voices close by. With the small amount of energy she had, she managed to open her eyes taking in her surroundings. She tried to tilt her head but regretted the action immediately seeing as it added to her already aching head. The ceiling was white, she assumed she was lying on some bed with strange wires plotted into her skin. She felt drained.

She remembered she had followed the three men back to las Noches quite silently and peacefully. When she had entered the building which looked palace in her perspective, her whole vision suddenly went black and she couldn't frame any memories of what happened afterwards.

Was all that Aizen had said been a lie. Was he some demented shingami who sweet-mouthed hollows into stealing their energy or powers. Although that had to be the worst case scenario and probably ridiculous. She could not be too sure.

She moaned as the throbbing in her head continued. Someone should rid her of this pain already. She lifted her hand up to plug out the wires but stopped as she heard a voice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice commented. That voice! Aizen-no Lord Aizen. Despite herself she snapped her head into the direction of the voice. There he stood smiling smugly to himself as some shorter servants walked around the room nervously trying to set things in order. Apparently they feared him and his presence. One of the (what she assumed) arrancar women came beside her and injected some liquid into her system.

She thought she would just black out but apparently the substance gave her more energy and life than she expected.

She also noticed her face was cold. Her breath hitched and she panicked. Her mask! Has it been broken entirely? She could now feel cold air slap her face. What had that man done to her? She glared at him as he stood standing calmly. She wanted to wipe off that smug grin off his face.

"What did you do to me?" Her croaked voice spat out despite herself. The man's smile widened and he walked forward.

"I see you're awake, that's a relief. You still have to be introduced to your fellow family." he stated, clearly ignoring her question.

Family? Anyway, that was the least of her problem right now. He still dodged her question though, aggravating her. "That doesn't answer my question! I can't move, my spiritual pressure is unstable, I'm in pains and my mask... " she trailed off. She still couldn't beleive it was gone. The only thing that identified her as a hollow was gone. How would she live with herself? Did she still even have hollow powers? She never knew what would happen if she were to tear open her hollow mask. Not like she hasn't thought of it. But she figured it would be painful and thought nothing good would have come out of it.

"That is a result of the hogyoku." he said simply. Hogyoku? He could see the confusion lacing her features so he continued.

"I told you I would give you power if you joined my army...that power has been bestowed in you. Therefore it has made you an arrancar." he explained.

"Arrancar?" she voiced out.

"Yes, the result of a hollow who has torn off it's mask and has acquired shinigami like powers... zanpakuto." he stated. Interesting. So she now wielded a zanpakuto. To her knowledge, a zanpakuto is the reflection of a shinigami's power and soul. She never thought there was a hollow who could do such: gaining a zanpakuto.

"Your zanpakuto holds the core of your former hollow aspect and power. Which is why your spiritual pressure will slightly change when you use your resurrección: like how a shinigami possesses bankai...your hollow mask is not completely gone, you still have remnants of it on your head still signifying you as a hollow." he finished.

She now perfectly understood. So she most likely looked more human now and her former hollow self had been suppressed into her zanpakuto making it what he called her resurrección form. Interesting indeed. Maybe this wasn't a total bad idea: joining his army and gaining more power.

She found she could shift more now and the headache had subsided although not completely.

"When can I get out of here?" she asked clearly not liking her condition.

He smirked once again.

"Are you excited to attend to your duties Serelah." The way her name rolled off his tongue. She hated it. Almost taunting.

She sighed.

"I simply just want to get out of this pathetic condition so I can fulfill my duties to you...Lord Aizen." she said, smirking inwardly as her voice was monotone and straight. She didn't want to appear weak and craven. That certainly did not suit her nature.

"After you are fully taken care of and have enough energy to walk, the arrancar will do the rest, meanwhile...sleep." he commanded

She frowned at his order. "I'm not sleepy though, I can very well much walk." She complained. His face no longer smiling widely but slightly. "I don't need a slugish arrancar fainting every few minutes." he repeated. Serelah knew better than to open her mouth again.

In less than a second she felt something being injected in her once again and she blacked out. The last thing she saw, a sword on a table.

The arrancars sat in their quarters joblessly trying to find something to entertain their minds with. Apacci and Mila Rose bickering over whose fighting style was better when training with Harribel, Harribel her self was sitting by the side of the room clearly agitated by the non-stop bickering of her subordinates ready to reprimand them. Sung-sung sat idly by herself tired of having to live with two senseless women. Harribel was just seconds to scolding them before a knock interrupted the four. Harribel narrowed her eyes. Judging by the familiar spiritual pressure, she knew who it was.

"You may come in." The door loudly creaked open and there stood Loly and Menoly with their fixed glares. Loly and Menoly turned to Harribel and bent down respectively.

"Harribel sama, Lord Aizen seeks for all espadas presence." Loly stated.

Harribel uncrossed her arms and stood up making her subordinates do the same. "Do you know the reason he has called us." She demanded. Loly and Menoly stood back up straight. "According to my observations, Lord Aizen has found a new arrancar... a woman." Loly seethed, staring at the ground in disgust. "I heard he wants to appoint her as a fraccion to one of the espadas. Although we don't know which one yet." Menoly added.

"Is that so?" Harribel said as if processing the information. "...very well, Loly, Menoly. You are dismissed." Harribel stated. They bowed once again before scurrying to leave the room. Harribel faced her fraccions. "As you have heard, I will be leaving for the espada meeting. I won't be long." She glanced between Apacci and Mila Rose. Her stare sharpened. "Behave." she finished, an intimidating edge to her voice. The two fraccions looked at each other before sung sung glared at them and they all bowed down curtly. "Yes Harribel sama." They said in unison. With that Harribel turned and walked out the room quietly.

"Hmph." Sung sung mused, her over sized sleeve covering her mouth as she thought over the whole ordeal about the new arrancar. Interesting indeed.

"Would you guys quit fidgeting and get me some damn clothes." Serelah yelled at the servants as they scrambled back and forth looking for different clothes to put her in. The lower-class arrancars had spent quite some time trying to find the perfect clothing for her, but she had refused a ton seeing as they were not suitable to be in. When she woke up, she found she had more energy than before, the injection had worked and she had felt more fervent than ever before. When the servants saw she was awake, they told her to wait that they'd be coming back to get her some clothes. Unfortunately, for god knows how long now, the servants have seen nothing that she liked and suited her.

All the clothes seemed to be so damn revealing and whore-ish. Who make these clothes anyway? She was sitting impatiently on the bed glaring daggers at the arrancars. One arm covering her modest breasts and her left arm covering her most private part. Fortunately when Aizen had been around, there had been a covering over her. In her hollow life she had been so used to shielding herself as her hollow mask covered almost her whole body, she wasn't used to too much skin being open. Clearly Aizen prefered the arrancar wearing such indecent clothing.

An arrancar rushed over to her side with a new set of clothes. Serelah figured the arrancars were only afraid of her cause she was much stronger than them, not that she was a strong hollow, the servants were just very weak hollows with spiritual pressure very pitiful. The arrancar outstretched it's hand for her to take the clothes, she looked the servant over skeptically before hesitantly taking the clothes. She quickly covered her breasts once again glaring at the arrancar.

"If this outfit deems inappropriate, I swear-"

"We were able to find one that may be to your liking." The arrancar said quickly. Serelah rolled her eyes as that was like the fifth time they've said that to her. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Just leave." she said lowly. The female arrancar and others left the room immediately. Once she felt their spiritual pressure further and further away, she sighed once again and got up from the bed. She held out the folded cloth and got a good look of the outfit.

Fairly covered and not too skimpy as it was just some simple white long sleeve jacket with huge black buttons, seeing as there was no inner-wear, that was probably the top. It came with some white pants that were obviously bigger than her legs but didn't look too bad. There were black leggings and silver sandals they left for her by the side. The whole outfit colour pattern was similar to that of Aizen's and his other two subordinates as their's too was white and black. She couldn't beleive it took them this long to find a proper outfit. While she wore the black leggings and pants clearly in a haste, she grabbed the top and wore it quickly making her hair disheveled. As she buttoned up the outfit, she noticed her belly showed, she didn't realise the top was cropped, well she didn't have a problem with that as it was still better than the other slutty outfits they offered her. Just as she wore her sandals the door abruptly opened. The same female arrancar from before came. Serelah caught as her eyes looked her over before returning back to her face.

"I see you like the clothing." the arrancar awkwardky commented. Serelah walked to stand in front of the arrancar, crossing her arms over her chest. "Take me to Lord Aizen." she demanded ignoring her comment as she didn't want to waste anymore time in this claustrophobic room... or cell... or lab... whatever it was.

The arrancar nodded quickly. "He even requires of your presence...he wants you to meet the espadas. I came here to fetch you to his throne room." the female arrancar explained.

Serelah nodded her head, suddenly feeling nervous to meet some other arrancars. She still had a question though.

"Who are the espadas?" she asked confounded as she seemed to not know a lot of things in this place.

"Huh? well..." The female arrancar fidgeted nervously. Serelah blinked slowly waiting for her to answer.

"They are the strongest arrancar in Lord Aizen's army." the woman replied shortly. Serelah nodded her head in understanding. Although not seeing why she needed to meet them, she just wanted to meet Aizen to know what duties he would assign to her. "Very well then... lead the way." She stated getting impatient already. The arrancar nodded before saying.

"Please follow." The arrancar turned and walked out the room while Serelah followed closely behind her, they didn't even reach five steps before the female arrancar asked.

"Have you retrieved your... zanpakuto?" she asked curiously. Serelah's eyes widened before quickly running back to the room to grab it. Her eyes wandered the room before she spotted it lying idly on the table. She walked slowly to the sword before reaching her hand out slowly. The golden and white hilt of the sword glazing brightly. She handn't felt this feeling before but she felt was like she was somehow drawn to it. Yes, exactly, she was drawn to it, her eyes set on the zanpakuto. Her gaze looking almost hypnotized. She felt her spiritual pressure flare and she almost felt like the zanpakuto was crying out to her. She couldn't pin point what exactly, but there was something ringing in her head repeatedly, but not loud and clear enough.

pav-

"S-Serela have you found it yet?" the female arrancar voiced out. Serelah gritted her teeth in annoyance as the female arrancar barged in. Serelah clearly annoyed faked her smile through gritted teeth.

"Yes, let's get going shall we."

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Woo hoo! End of chapter one. *coughs while sipping tea* that was some long chapter. I'm sure to update soon so don't hesitate to comment on the story. I have always wanted to make a fan-fic. This is my first so pls don't judge me. I wanted to make sure I portray every character correctly because I so hate OOC's. Serelah is just a name I made up and her second name is just some Spanish meaning...not gonna tell you so it can be mysterious... or you could just check it out. Next chapter is sure to be juicy. Anyway watch out for Chapter 2 : Discovery.

bye!