A/N Here is the promised second chapter! Again, please review to let me know what you think of this story and my writing abilities! I am young and look forward to any and all opportunities to improve it.
"Ulquiorra, please escort Harry to the free room near Orihime-chan's," Aizen said.
"Yes, Aizen-sama," Ulquiorra said, turning to face me. "Follow me." The sallow-skinned arrancar with long black hair (A/N Bravest Man I Ever Knew lol) led me through the maze of hallways for a long time, eventually stopping in front of a door that was identical to every other room in every other hallway in this white labyrinth. He instructed me on how to open the knob-less door (wave my wand in front of it and it registers my magic, although he kept on calling it Reiatsu for some reason...) and hurriedly left the area. I entered my room and lay down on the bed to contemplate what had occurred back in the throne room.
"...right, Gin?" Aizen had asked, looking beyond my shoulder.
I whirled around and saw a tall, white-haired, grinning man standing an inch away from me. As I jumped back in surprise, the new man's (Gin?) smile flipped upside down to a pout as he looked up to Aizen, who had stood up and started to walk down from his throne.
"Why'dya bring his attention ta me?" Gin asked as he walked towards Aizen. "I coulda had some fun with him if ya hadn't!"
"I'm sorry for not wanting to share you," Aizen said after briefly kissing Gin. "You may have your chance yet, however, seeing how our new guest is staring at us with obvious attraction."
"I'M NOT STARING!" I shouted indignantly, wishing my face weren't as read as I assumed they were from the heat I felt.
"We seem to've flustered our dear Harry," Gin said with a pout, seeming genuinely upset. He made to move toward me but Aizen pulled him up the few steps that led up to the throne where Aizen sat Gin down on the arm of the chair and then plopped down on the seat of it himself.
"I apologize for my lover's rudeness," Aizen said. YYou have many questions, and I am confident that I will be able to answer many of them for you before you ask any. Grimmjaw, please come here and bring a comfortable chair for Harry."
Within a few moments, the blue-haired man and green eyed man from my dreams as well appeared, holding a very white but comfortable seeming chair. I stopped breathing when I saw the two men walk into the room and only started again when the blue-haired one pushed my down into the chair lightly by the shoulder. His scarred hand made me think that resisting him would only hurt me, if anything, although I hoped that Aizen and Gin wouldn't let the other two men in the room hurt me too badly...
"Thank you, Grimmjaw, Ulquiorra. You may either stay here or go back to what you are doing. It makes no difference to me, unless, Harry, you have any objections?" Aizen must have noticed the fact that I had stopped breathing before, that's why he was asking such a question. With a barely perceptible shake of the head to let him know that I had no qualms with our audience, Aizen started to tell a tale.
"The creature that killed you is called a hollow. A hollow is a human soul, such as you, that cannot go to the Soul Society. You may have called it a 'Heaven', different people call it differently. They usually look like monsters with white masks for faces. They usually feed upon the dead's life force, taking their spirit power, which is why what happened to you is such an anomaly. Unless this hollow was a relative of yours who has died, it is highly abnormal for you to have been attacked. The only way to 'defeat' a hollow and to send it to the Soul Society is to slash it through the mask.
"The Soul Society is run by the Gotei 13, thirteen separate squads of death gods, or Shinigami, with their own structural government. The whole Gotei is headed by the Captain-Commander Yamamoto Genryusai. Gin, Tousen (our other companion), and I were all captains of the third, ninth, and fifth squads respectively before we left the Soul Society in what has now become this massively blasphemous betrayal. We didn't betray, we left because we sensed their new 'savior' to be the true new enemy that they couldn't. Their savior is a sixteen year old, half-human and half-shinigami boy named Kurosaki Ichigo. We have to stay here for if we go anywhere else, the transient world where you came here from and the Soul Society both, we will be killed on sight.
"And now I must explain where this 'here' is. We are currently standing in the desert land of Hueco Mundo. This land is natively inhabited by hollows. Gin, Tousen, and I chose to come here because we haven't made enemies of the hollows by attempting to eradicate them like the other Gotei members have been attempting to for centuries. We asked the hollows to lend us protection and a safe haven. They gave us that along with their loyalty and only asked that we helped to make them stronger so they can avenge their lost family and friends. I have a creation that makes them much stronger, transforms them from beastly-seeming monsters into human-seeming creatures, good examples are the two men who are standing behind you."
"Is that why you called for us, Lord Aizen?" asked the wilder tone of the blue-haired man.
"Yes, it is," Aizen replied.
I sat in the chair that the hollows had brought to me, head spinning as much as it had when Hagrid had told me that magic is real when I was eleven years old.
"If you don't have any more questions, Harry, one of these two can show you to your room," Aizen finished.
"Erm...I still have one question. When I died, I was in England, speaking English. What happened to that? I've tried but I can't remember how to speak English, at all," was pathetically the only thing that I could get out of my mouth.
Aizen and Gin both looked sufficiently stumped so I chanced a glance up at the two 'hollow' men standing behind me.
The green-eyed man noticed that I had glanced up at them and said, "Well don't look at Grimmjaw, he wouldn't know."
"Oh and I suppose the great, amazing Ulquiorra would?" the blue-haired man (Grimmjaw?) seemed offended.
"I do know, actually," the green-eyed man (Ulquiorra?) said haughtily. "All souls automatically revert to the oldest language created by humans when they die and go to Hueco Mundo or the Soul Society. The language is supposedly much like Japanese."
"If that's all of your questions, Harry, would you like to go to your rooms now?" -I nodded- "Ulquiorra, please escort Harry to the free room near Orihime-chan's?"