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Chapter Two

Las Noches

A few days later

"Now, please enlighten us, Ulquiorra. Show us everything you saw in the human world. Do not leave out a single detail."

"Yes sir." Ulquiorra replied before removing his left eye and crushing it in his hand. Dust blew from his hand, creating mental images for all the arrancar and three shinigami present of what transpired in the world of the living. Including three arrancar that were hidden in the shadows near Aizen's throne.

It wasn't that they weren't to be there. On the contrary, they had be ordered to attend the meeting and to hide themselves from the other arrancar. The reason for these three arrancar to hide themselves was simple. Only Aizen and his lieutenants, Gin and Tosen knew about these three arrancar and that was how Aizen wanted it for now. As it would be an inconvenience if one of the arrancar during an incursion into the human world, mentioned the newly born arrancar to those who opposed him.

Mizuiro closed his eyes, or rather his two main eyes. As his mask fragment, which covered most of his forehead and extended slightly down the sides of his head, had three small glowing hollow eyes which he couldn't close.

He watched Ulquiorra's memories with a mixture of interest and disappointment and an extremely small amount of sorrow. Interest at the sight of two of the Espada, the strongest of the arrancar in action, whose level he and his two companions now aspired to achieve. But his interest was overshadowed by his disappointment in Ichigo and the others' rather poor showing, especially after hearing what happened in the Soul Society over summer break.

'Summer break. Seems like it ended a lifetime ago rather then a couple of days.'

In may ways, it was another lifetime. A life when they had been just three fairly ordinary teenagers, unaware (at least for Keigo and himself as Tatsuki had some idea what was going) of spirits, hollows, soul reapers and everything else that made up the spiritual world. Now they were arrancar, hollows whose masks had been removed and gained the powers of soul reapers.

He had been a fool to be so afraid when he was first brought to Los Noches. Though the physical and emotional pain of dying and becoming a hollow intense to say the least. Then there was the hunger, the insatiable, unending hunger. He never wanted to experience that pain and hunger again and would kill to avoid experiencing again.

He recalled the day Aizen and his lieutenants turned them into hollows. After the transformation, they had no memory of who were when they were alive. Aizen had them thrown the into a vast, mist-filled cavern full of hollows fighting and devouring each other. The hollows in pit must have sensed something about the three of them as most the hollows charged them a shortly after they landed in the pit.

Naturally they fought back. At first, they just fought the hollows till the hunger got better of them and they started consuming hollows as well. Mizuiro had to admit that hollows had been pretty tasty and growing stronger with each hollow they devoured, made the taste even better. Yet they didn't attacked each other despite the fact at the time they didn't remember anything from when they were alive. Looking back on it, he figured that it was a small part of their subconscious that remain after the transformation.

After a period of time of fighting and eating hollows, a second transformation occurred. They grew larger, their bodies became cloaked in black robes and lost most of their conscious thoughts, but somehow retained control over their bodies. Becoming near mindless beasts, almost entirely driven by hunger and instinct, was without a doubt, the most bizarre experience he ever had in both his life and afterlife. They had become gillians, the first level of the menos.

With the second transformation also intensified their hunger. In fact it was the increased hunger that pushed almost all rational thought from their minds.

Without pausing, they continued feeding on the hollows. They even devoured a few gillians that had been attracted by the number of hollows in the area. In fact, the gillians tasted better then ordinary hollows. Probably because they were made of so many hollows.

Eventually after consuming several gillians and countless hollows, another transformation tore through their bodies. They became smaller in size, regained the ability to think clearly and grew even stronger then before. They reached the second level, Adjuchas-class menos.

It was then that the endless tide of hollows stopped. And after they finished off the remaining hollows, Aizen, Gin and Tosen appeared before them. Aizen congratulated them on completing the first part of their training. Aizen then proceed to use Hogyoku to turn them from hollows into arrancars.

Their masks broke, their hollow holes shrunk and moved. Tatsuki's was located where her navel was, Keigo's was just to the left of his right shoulder and his own was now on his throat. Their bodies changed back to their human forms, and their memories of when they were alive, completely restored. But that wasn't all. They were now more powerful then they could ever have hoped to become while they were alive. And there was the freedom that this power brought. The freedom to do anything they wanted, to kill just about anyone as though they were a fly.

Of course, Tatsuki, Keigo, and himself were currently among weakest of the arrancar, due to the fact that they had no actually idea any of how to use their new powers. That would change with the training Aizen planned to put them through. Although Aizen did say that the training would be brutal, and that it was possible that they wouldn't survive it.

'We'll survive. We're no longer a bunch of weak and pathetic humans.'

He had changed dramatically over the past few day. Most people who knew him when he was alive would say it was for the worst but he found that he didn't care what anyone thought of him, even if they were probably right. He now realized that human morals and ethics, ultimately humanity itself, merely got in the way and should be discarded like garbage. Those who had known him when he was alive, would no doubt say that kind of thinking was evil.

'Evil. What a joke. Evil is a point of view, nothing more. Belonging to those who didn't have the will or the power to do what is necessary to achieve victory.'

No doubt when Ichigo and the others found out what happened to them, try would try to convince them to come with them so they could find a way to turn back into to humans or find a way to "purify" their souls. Or maybe they'd even try to get them to go to the Soul Society.

He felt a chuckle crawl up his throat, but he suppressed it before it could escaped his mouth. What a joke. Why would they ever want to go back to being weak humans? And purifying their souls? It made them sound like they were a bunch of disgusting hollows. As for going to Soul Society. That was an even bigger joke. They didn't belong there any more then soul reapers belonged in Hueco Mundo.

'I wonder what they're gonna do. Will they try to save us or will they try to kill us? Guess it doesn't matter at the moment, as we won't be leaving Hueco Mundo till at least the end of the month if not longer.'

Mizuiro turned the focus of his hollow eyes to Keigo and Tatsuki, observing their reaction to the images of Ichigo, Orihime and Chad being beaten up pretty badly by Yammy.

Keigo's mask fragments consisting of a triangular piece on both cheeks with a single horizontal dark blue line running through the middle of each piece and a pair of fangs hanging from each ear like earrings. Tatsuki's dominated the right side of her face. It stretched from her forehead and ended with a row of sharp teeth at the top of her upper lip and stretched from the middle of her nose to just before her right ear. A pair of diagonal red slash marks extended from the right side of the eye hole of the mask, looking like someone had carved half of an X on her mask.

Both of them, like Mizuiro, were wearing standard arrancar uniforms, much to Keigo annoyance. He complained several times already about the outfits, claiming they lacked "personal style". He probably would kept on complaining if he hadn't pointed out to Keigo that they could personalize the outfits later and of course Tatsuki threatening to beat the crap out of him if he didn't stop complaining, helped.

'Same old Keigo.'

Their reactions to images was unsurprisingly similar to his own reaction, though he notice when Orihime was being beaten by Yammy, Tatsuki's left eye twitched. He briefly wondered whether she still desired to protect Orihime or if she was jealous of Yammy before returning his attention to Aizen and Ulquiorra.

Aizen, his eyes still closed, spoke, "I see. Then that means the reason you chose not to dispose of him was because you felt he was worthless?"

Tatsuki quietly snorted. Having known Ichigo the longest out of the three of them and having sparred with Ichigo numerous times since they were four, was no doubt irritated at the idea of him being thought of as worthless.

"Yes" replied Ulquiorra in his ever emotionless, monotone voice. "Since there was no possible way he could have stood between us and our goals, I felt it pointless to waste further time with him. In addition to that-"

"Don't give me that shit!" a loud voice interrupted him.

Everyone turned to the speaker, the sixth Espada, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

"If I ran into such a weak bastard as that, I simply would've eradicated him with a single blast." continued the Espada.

Ulquiorra silently stared at Grimmjow, allowing him to continue to rant.

"No matter what kind of junk stands in your way. The word 'kill' was in your orders, wasn't it? Then you should've simply killed without any hesitation! Right?!"

One of Grimmjow's Fraccion, whom Mizuiro didn't know, added, "My sentiments exactly. This applies to any enemy. Let's say they are not worth killing. If that is so, then isn't it worthless to let them live as well?"

Grimmjow nodded before glaring at Yammy and said, "More importantly...Yammy! How dare you try to lie straight to my face like that!"

Yammy glared back but didn't saying back at higher ranked and stronger Espada.

"He wasn't worth killing" my ass! What you mean to say is "I failed to kill him", right?!"

"Hey Grimmjow, don't go talking trash when you have no idea what's going on. I was too busy taking care of the sandal dude and that dark bitch. The kid was outta my hands." the tenth Espada said in defense.

Grimmjow laughed and replied, "Are you even listening to me, dumbass? Like I said before, I would've gotten them both in a single blast."

Tatsuki, in a low voice, said, "What an arrogant asshole. He makes that dumb brute Yammy look good."

Keigo quietly chuckled and before adding, "Yeah, he and his goons must have a combined

IQ equal to Yammy's. Betcha he's gonna piss off Aizen-sama or one of the higher ranked Espada and end up demoted or dead. Course, his replacement will probably a just as bad."

Mizuiro nodded and said, "He's likely to take his Fraccion and try to kill Ichigo and the others without permission. So he can make Ulquiorra and Yammy look bad."

Keigo shook his head, "No way he's that stupid. Hell, even if he did succeed, Aizen-sama would take his head for going to the world of the living without his orders. Even if he hated Ulquiorra as much we've heard, he won't do it."

Mizuiro turned to Keigo and simply said, "Wanna bet?"

Keigo grinned, "What's the wager?"

Mizuiro smirked, "Winner decides."

"You're on. Tatsuki, you're the witness, in case loser tries to cheap out on the bet."

"Whatever." she shrugged, her attention back to arguing Espada.

Mizuiro and Keigo as well turned their attention back to the meeting, both confident that they win their wager.

They watched the Espada argue until Aizen stepped in and agreed with Ulquiorra's decision. Needless to say Grimmjow didn't like that and looked like he wanted to skin Ulquiorra. Leaving no doubt in Mizuiro's mind what he would do next.

He whispered to Keigo, "Last chance to back out."

"No way."

"Suit yourself."

Several weeks later

Karakura Town

Sunday 8:30 pm.

A number of tears opened up in the sky over Karakura, disgorging a dozen hollows into the city. All of the soul reapers currently residing in Karakura immediately responded, completely unaware of smaller opening forming in city which then closed a second later. All except for three ex-captains, two of whom were currently standing outside the Urahara Shoten.

Urahara scratched his unshaven chin and turned to woman standing next to him. "You felt that too didn't you?"

Yoruichi nodded and asked, "I couldn't pinpoint the location though, were you able to?"

Urahara's gaze turned back to the sky. "No. It wasn't open long enough and there isn't any kind of foreign spiritual presence except for the hollows." Urahara sighed before continuing. "And I believe we're only ones did sense it. Which means the hollows are a distraction for what ever came through that portal."

"Should we tell the others?"

Urahara shook his head, "Not till we know more."

"What's going where? Its been almost a month since an Espada has been in an attack and since then Aizen has only sent a few groups of Numeros."

Urahara nodded. The attacks by the Numeros had been difficult but were easy when compared to the first two attacks. It didn't make sense. Why bring your heavy hitters early on then pull them back and send out pointless, weaker attacks that had little to no chance of any kind of success? Though Urahara wasn't complaining. The lull had given Ichigo and the others a chance to train and prepare. More importantly it gave Ichigo a chance to get his inner hollow under control.

But Urahara was no fool. Aizen was preparing something, something bad. What said thing was, he could only guess at.

Urahara turned back to Yoruichi. "We'll keep an eye on things, more so then usual anyway. Its about the only thing we can do."

Elsewhere

In an alley inhabited by a lone homeless drunk, a trio of teens, each with a suitcase, appeared seemingly out of nowhere, or at least thats how it would seem to the majority of the people living in Karakura.

Keigo snorted in disgust at their surroundings. "I know we're suppose to be discrete and all but you'd think they would have chosen a better place for the Garganta to open up at then some filthy, rat infested ally."

Mizuiro shrugged. "Sounds like Gin's sense of humor. Or perhaps it was Luppi, Nnoitra or Grimmjow. They certainly hate us, especially you, Tatsuki."

Keigo chuckled and responded, "Thats true. How did you piss those guys off anyway?"

Tatsuki struck a pose like she was in deep thought before answering. "Lets see, well for Luppi, like you guys, I first mistook him for a girl and have been calling him names like Sissy and Girly Boy ever since. For Nnoitra, its a little more personal."

Keigo nodded. "Oh yeah. I'd forgotten. You humiliated him by beating his Fraccion, and spared his life in front of the other Espada."

"Don't forget, I cut out that Fraccion's eye too. What was his name again? Tesla or something like that. And of course you both why Grimmjow hates me so much."

This time all three teens broke out into laughter. It was true. Ever since the two first met, they hated each other. In fact, the first words Grimmjow said to them were, "What's so special about 'em? They look like a bunch of weak kids to me." To which Tatsuki replied, "Better to be a weak kid then a stupid, useless one-armed cripple."

Needless to say, the two hated each since. No doubt Tatsuki was at the top of the ex-Espada's list of people to kill, alongside Ichigo and Luppi.

'I still can't believe he actually thought he'd get away with it. Ah well, at Mizuiro hasn't called in the bet yet. Hell, he's probably forgotten.'

"Oh Keigo, I almost forgot. Thought of something you could do for me."

'Dammit.'

Mizuiro leaned over and whispered to Keigo. Keigo's response was his jaw dropping and his eyes becoming as large as dinner plates.

Tatsuki raised an eyebrow and said, "What did you say to him?"

Mizuiro smile and answered, "I told him for losing the bet, he has to greet Ichigo like he always does while we're on the mission."

The two of them then started laughing uncontrollably.

"Aw come on. Its bad enough that I have to deal with my sister and two soul reapers in the same building and this stupid gigai. But that too!"

Mizuiro rolled his eyes and replied, "Do you want them to get suspicious of us?"

"But-"

CRASH!

The three immediately stopped and turned around. Behind them was a homeless drunk, who had just dropped a bottle of alcohol and was staring at them.

Keigo sighed, "Looks like this wasn't as discrete a place as they thought."

He raised his hand and prepared to fire a cero, only to have Mizuiro grabbed his arm.

"Remember what Ulquiorra said. The seals and our gigais mask our spiritual presence so long as we don't do anything other then sonidos. Ceros and balas will alert everyone to our presence."

A sheepish grin formed on Keigo's face and he replied, "My bad. I forgot."

Instead of blasting the bum with a cero, he sonidoed behind him and before the drunk could react to Keigo's sudden disappearance, Keigo snapped his neck like a twig.

After tossing the body into a rusted out dumpster and devouring the man's soul, he vigorously shook his hands and spat a couple times on the ground. "Ewww. He was really dirty."

The other two snickered at his comment.

Tatsuki glanced at her watch then grabbed Keigo's suitcase and tossed it to him. "C'mon, we have to get to the airport before the flights start arriving."

"Yeah, yeah." he replied in a lazy tone, slinging the suitcase behind his back.

The three disappeared leaving a brief static buzz behind.

Karakura International Airport

30 Minutes Later

Keigo stood outside the baggage claim area, waiting for his parents to arrive. Their flight had been on time, which was surprising considering the small airport regularly suffered from delays in both arriving and departing.

Keigo watched his parents arrive with the other passengers and wait for their luggage. He couldn't help but marvel at Aizen's plans. He had targeted and removed relatives that lived overseas but were close family wise. For Mizuiro, it was his grandmother, both Tatsuki and himself it was an aunt and an uncle. This meant that their parents had to deal with their estates and other family matters. And of course, they received a suggestion of when they should return from Aizen and his zanpaku-to.

'All that attention for the three of us.'

They weren't fools. Aizen was using them for his own proposes. In the end, they didn't care. Aizen took them and remade them, stronger, faster, and just plain better then they were before. So why not fight for him. Of course, he was likely to win this war and become a god. Why fight that, when you could instead profit from it. Of course, should the tides turn against Aizen, they would slip away into Hueco Mundo until the war ended.

His thoughts were interrupted by his mother's voice, "Keigo? What are you doing here?"

'Dammit. I should pay more attention to what's going on.'

Pulling out the memory modifier from his pocket, without pausing in slightest, he used it. His parents' eyes glazed over for moment as the device worked its magic. When the daze wore off, his father said, "Come on Keigo. We have to catch a cab."

He simply nodded, looking like he was tried from the long fight and followed his parents.

'That was easy. But now the real challenge begins. Living under the same roof with two soul reapers and the bane of my existence, my sister. At least compared to that, everything else will be easy.'

I'm gonna end it here. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review.