Mana's POV

I was still sitting next to the black haired kid. After licking up the side of his face he had recovered and told me his name. Yumichika Aysegawa. He was cool. Only for the fact that he insulted everyone at the table. That and he kept giving me those stick things. He would only give up one at a time though. It was like he was worried that I was going to eat them all in one bite. Which honestly that didn't sound like such a bad idea. I felt like myself. I felt like a bird. I watched them in the mortal world. They would follow a hand for food. Despite how silly it was it was nice to feel the way I once did.

He hands me another one, an amused smirk tugging on his lips. "How long has it been since you've eaten something?" he asks, a slight laugh on the end of it. As I munch on the chocolate covered stick I think about it. How long had it been? I was living the last time and I had been a hollow for how long? Several hundred years at least. That's what Aizen had told me. I had asked him my age once. He said I wasn't exactly young.

"Awhile," was my simple answer. He didn't need to know anything. I snatched another one of the things out of his hand, not noticing as my sleeve fell slightly, the bottom of the numbers showing. I pull the stick out of his hand, dropping my left arm to my lap. I shift uncomfortably for a moment before deciding no one noticed. That was until I shift my eyes across the table to find the same red haired freak looking at me.

"Isn't baldy there talking to you?" I ask him, pointing a finger to the man who was currently trying to get his attention.

"What are you even doing here?" he asks, ignoring the bald man next to him who promptly gave a grumble and leans on his hand. I'm not completely sure what the parameters of his question is. Is it why am I in this room? Then I would ask the same back to him. He wasn't in the eleventh. Or why am I there in general? That would be harder to answer. I wasn't supposed to be there. I certainly didn't want to be there in all honesty. I was tossed around like a rag doll by a psychopath because I was more afraid of him telling everyone what I was. There were days when I listened to people talk about my people. They called us monsters. They said we all needed to die.

There was something about that that now hurt. They didn't know how it felt to live the way we did. There was nothing this or any world held for us other than the need for something more. There was rarely an emotion other than anger and then with Haru possessiveness. That I think only spawned from the fact that I could be taken away by Grimmjow in a blink of an eye to cure his loneliness. There weren't any large emotions toward anyone or anything. We tried to get the feelings back. Tried to feel full again. They knew the basics of us. We had holes because we were empty. They didn't know what empty felt like though. The never had to feel that. Maybe the orange haired strawberry kid did, the one with half a hollow in him. It wasn't…it wasn't the same though. He only had to feel that for moments in his life.

This is, was, an everyday thing for me. Even now, sitting here, staring at Renji, I could barely breath. The weight of everything was pressing down on my chest. "You're right. What am I doing here?" I say standing up. I give a smile to the room before remembering something Mayuri wanted the Spikey haired oaf to know. I made my way over to him, forgetting about the crate setting next to him. Thus leaving me to kick it over. The small body of a girl tumbled out, a groan slipping from her lips as she woke up. "Tch…." I say kicking the crate out of the way. "My moron of a captain said that old man Yamamoto wanted to see the captains next week about the Hogyoku," I say, crossing my arms over my chest and looking down at the girl.

"Hogyoku isn't a problem. It's locked up," Kenpachi says. Alright. My lack of respect for everyone in this room was apparent but I didn't laugh at them. At least not until…now. It started out with a small giggle before becoming a full scale round of laughter. With a grin on my face I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I ask, the grin weaving its way into my voice.

"Who are you?" the girl laying on the floor asked, finally sitting up and looking around the room. She gave a sleepy yawn, rubbing her eyes slightly. She looks up at me and blinks her eyes several times. I scratch the back of my head and give a shrug. I hadn't quite figured that out yet.

"I'll tell you when I figure that out," I say. I hear a familiar set of footsteps coming, belonging to my captain. I quickly drop to my stomach and roll under the table. I didn't want to deal with him. Nemu's feet quickly retreated before Mayuri could arrive. I waited a minute, listening to the idle chatter of the small girl and the thick headed captain behind enough I felt safe enough to wiggle my way out from under the overly low table.

I slid out from under it and back to my spot next to Yumichika. My pale hair is falling everywhere, most of it in front of my eyes. I blow it out of my face to no avail, finally settling on pushing it behind my ears. I rub my neck, my fingers catching on the large white bandage. I pull it off with a yank, grimacing slightly as I do so. I fold it up and throw it in the trash can by the door, pleased with my ability to throw that far. I run my fingers over the new needle wounds. They formed lumps under my skin from whatever he put in through them. It felt like pebbles under my skin. I would believe that if it wasn't for the fact they had this nasty habit of bleeding. A couple hours and they would be gone though. I'd be fine and they'd be just another scar. I pull my hair over my shoulder, covering them from other peoples view. I really…I just didn't want to think about this. I missed my old life, even with Haru being a jerk.

Matsukis POV
It's one thing to be rudely awoken in a place you know but to be rudely awoken in a place you don't know…it just sucks. I look around the room to see that everyone but the pale haired girl is looking at the large man that was sitting at the end of the table. I looked up at the pale haired girl for a second before she seemed familiar.

"Who are you?" I asked. She looked down at me for a couple minutes before she answered.

"I'll tell you when I figure that out," Her back suddenly went straight before she dropped to her stomach and rolled under the table. I shrugged and looked at the big man by my side.

"Did you bring me here?" I asked. My voice sounded like a kids, still. Who am I? Where are my mother and father, WHO where my mother and father? I see these little snippets of memories…I think but it's not enough to tell me anything.

"Yes." He answered roughly.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked tilting my head to the side.

"No." He answered just as roughly. I sighed and looked at the girl under the table before a man with weird eyes stuck his head into the room. He looked around the room both his eyes going in different directions before he sighed and left.

"Who was that?" I asked softly afraid that he could still hear me.

"Captain Mayuri." The man stated again.

"What's your name?" I asked this time watching as the girl rolled back out from under the table to sit with the man with feathers on his head.

"Kenpachi." He stated simply. I watched as the pale haired girl pulled some bandages off of her neck and throw them into the trashcan. How do I know what all these things are called yet I can't remember who I am? It's annoying I'll tell you that.
The girl prodded her neck with her fingers and I saw little lumps being moved when she poked it. She pulled her hair over her shoulders before I could get a better look. I yawned again before I stood and walked over to the girl.

"What's your name?" I asked tugging on her sleeve.

"You can just call me Mana. It's too long for you to be able to pronounce it." She stated. I huffed and looked down at my feet.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked this time keeping my eyes on my feet. She simply stated "No" before taking another stick from the feather man. I sighed and made my way back to Chichi. Yes I just came up with that so don't ask I like it. I looked around the room as I walked noticing that most of the people were men. Only two were girls. The pineapple head kept on looking at Mana. He's in love I can tell. Halfway back my tummy growled loudly and I stopped where I was looking down at my stomach and I was sure that I was blushing.

Mana's POV-

I watch as the girl returns to her spot by Zaraki. Seemed like she had already attached herself to him. I give a slight shake of my head before seeing another one of those sticks drop in front of my face, dangling from the fingers of Yumichika. I give a smile before reaching up and taking it from him. I place the tip of it between my lips, holding it there while I situate myself back into my spot. I fold my legs up under me and look at the stick balancing between my lips. It was going to break if it wasn't careful. Which it was about ready to fall.

As the thing tumble down from its spot nestled inbetween my lips I catch it with an outstretched hand. I shake my head slightly before breaking the thing into pieces and placing it into my mouth. "So what happened with the Hogyoku?" Yumichika asks, leaning down close, his words nothing more than a whisper in my ear. I blink my eyes twice images flashing through my head. There's me looking up at Haru. Him patting my head then him smiling as he leaves me in the hands of Mayuri.

I gulp, swallowing the emotions that were floating up. "I'm sure he'll tell you later," I say with a shake of my head and a slight smile. Subconsciously I rub the place on my shoulder. I give my hand a shake and let it drop back to my lap like nothing happened. It was a normal movement. Completely normal…not. Of course not. Overthinking things again aren't i? "Positive he will," I say picking the cup up off of the table. I wasn't sure what was in it. I didn't really care. I needed something to occupy my mouth. I was starting to notice how easy it would be to slip up and say something more than incriminating.

I place the rim against my lips and take a drink, cringing as the flavorless liquid flooded down my throat. Several drops escaped from the slight parting of my lips as I sit the cup back down on the table. I lick my lips to remove the excess water that was starting to drip off of them and down to my chin. I still didn't like water but at least it wasn't terrible like tea. Tea was awful. I pull myself up to my feet, arching my back listening as it cracked in multiple places.

"I should get back. Crazy doesn't like it when he cant find me," I say with a nod. A couple guys shift uncomfortably where they sit. Ah. Right. I have a lack of respect. I give a glance across the room, never landing on any face too long. I turn my body and head out of the room. I had rounds that night. Mayuri was curious as to how I would handle them. He loved seeing how I acted with other people. Sometimes it'd just be me though. As I slide the door to the eleventh division open I glance back behind me, my own purple eyes locking on to the muddy brown ones of a certain man. I scrunch my eyebrows up slightly before heading out the door.

Renji Abarai made me feel something different than everything else. He made me mad, he made me frustrated. In the three conversations I'd had with him two of which I'd wanted to punch him. He was infuriating to me. He treated me the way i…well I do treat the rest of the world that way. I suppose that's it. He made me feel something different. Yumichika did the same thing. He made me want to laugh. That was different than anything else though. I cant remember the last time I honestly laughed. I never did when I fought or when I danced. I couldn't laugh with Haru and I never felt the urge to do it anywhere else.

The trip back to the twelfth division was a short one. The large building grew in front of me, the gold gate glistening in the late afternoon sunlight. It was large compared to some of the other divisions, probably just for the fact it also held the research center. The place is nice. It'd be nicer if it wasn't run by a lunatic but, well, I have a good history with them. With a creak I push the door open and slip inside. The courtyard was empty, like usual. Everyone stayed inside for the most part. Now I just had to creep into my room and get to my bed. I'm not really looking forward to the rounds tonight. They were mundane and nothing ever happened. Part of me hoped I would see Haru, different reasons of course.

Not love. Hate. The same feelings he held toward Aizen for all that time. I understand more why he did what he did. I didn't like it but I understood it. I slip into the building after crossing the courtyard. The soft thuds of my feet could be heard if anyone was paying close enough attention. I'm praying no one is. I cringe when a floor board creaks. I'm so close to my door. If I can just make it to my door. After a moment I give up on being sneaky and dart toward the screen. I slide it open far enough for me to get in and then shut it swiftly behind me. "Victory," I congratulate myself, my hands on my hips. I back up several steps and let my body fall down onto the bed, luckily. I had a bad problem of thinking I was going to land on the mat only to collapse onto the floor in a lump with a groan. I didn't really move when that happened. I shut my eyes, my hair falling around me on the pillow, I'd have to brush it when I got up. As I feel my body start to shut down I have a passing thought of who I was going to be stuck with on rounds. It was never the same person twice. Apparently I wasn't the most enjoyable person to do rounds with.