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Evolution

Summary: What if things went a little differently when Ichigo's mom died? What if there were others who died that day, including Ichigo? Follow Ichigo and company through their evolutions from hollows to arrancar. Ichi/Ori/Nel.

"Hello"- Talking

'Hello'- Thinking/Thoughts

"Hello"- Yelling

Chapter 5:

Batallas Arrancars e Espadas

(Battles and Arrancars and Espadas)

They all stood, looking out over the desert. Las Noches was an impressively large city. It was covered in a large clear dome, no doubt to keep out some of the weaker, mindless hollows. It was so big it screwed up their sense of distance. Nontheless, it was an incredible sight. The large, cylindrical towers looked as though they touched the sky. Some leaned slightly, reminding them of the famed "Leaning Tower" of Pisa in Italy. Some were colored red and white. Not to lose too much time, they continued forward, preparing to enter Las Noches.

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Sousuke Aizen looked down from his marble throne. He looked at the Espada, such perfection. His creations were very powerful, it was incredible. The amazing thing was they were born like that. They didn't need to train to become powerful. Once he transformed them, they received a massive boost in power, along with their Shinigami powers. He only transformed Menos class hollow. Either Menos Grande, Adjuchas, or Vasto Lorde. If he turned Menos Grande, they had to be sentient. He didn't transform the dimwitted Menos because those always ended up autistic or retarded. He didn't take the weak, normal hollows because he needed his army to at least be as powerful as seated officers in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Still, he marveled at the Arrancar. At first glance they felt unique, but no one ever analyzed their spiritual pressure. If one paid attention they would realize that they were fifty-one percent hollow, and fourty-nine percent Shinigami. The spirit signatures blended together perfectly to create a hybrid, an Arrancar. The same could be said for the Vizard. His brows furrowed together at the thought, whatever happened to them anyway? Regardless, a Vizard was a Shinigami who gained hollow powers. Their spiritual pressure was different, yet similar to an Arrancar, almost backwards. A Vizard's spiritual pressure was fifty-one percent Shinigami and fourty-nine percent hollow. Despite the fact Vizards and Arrancar were, theoretically, equal in power, he himself would prefer to be a Vizard. As a Vizard he kept his Shikai and Bankai, and simply donned a hollow mask for extra power. He liked his Zanpakuto the way it was. He'd hate to have only one release, like the Arrancar.

Aizen decided to end his thoughts there, before he forgot the reason for calling the meeting. Once again, he looked over the Espada. There were ten of them, the lower their number, the higher their power. There was Stark his Primero Espada, lazy as ever. He looked over to Barragan Luisenbarn, His Segundo Espada, looking astute and ready for anything. Then there was Tía Halibel, La Tercera, calmly sitting there. He looked at Ulquiorra Schiffer, his most loyal espada, El Cuarto. El Quinto Espada, Nnoitra Jiruga, sat there obviously impatient and discontent. El Sexto, Grimmjow Jaggerjack, also sat there with a bored expression. El Séptimo, Zommari Leroux, sat there obediently awaiting instructions. El Octavo espada, Szayel Aporro Granz, sat there eager to get back to his experiments. El Noveno, Aaroniero Arruruerei, also sat there obediently. And finally, his secret weapon, El Décimo, Yammy Rialgo. When Yammy released his Zanpakuto, Ira, he became the most powerful Arrancar in Aizen's army, becoming El Cero, even if the rest of the Espada released their Zanpakuto's. So, technically, the Espada went from Zero to Nine. Though, this was only in the event that Yammy released his Zanpakuto. Aizen spoke out in a clear, firm voice.

"Members of the Espada, welcome." He stated warmly, he was never a jerk. He may be pure evil, but he was always polite. "In the past week, I've received word of two extraordinarily powerful Vasto Lordes in Hueco Mundo. They are said to be powerful enough to take on a member of the Espada, and possibly achieve victory." At this the Espada paid attention. "Actually, according to my sources, they are heading towards Hueco Mundo. Along with these Vasto Lorde, there are two high-class Adjuchas, and three Arrancar." Now this was getting even juicier to the Espada, even Ulquiorra was leaning forward slightly in anticipation. "These three arrancar have been identified as former Tercera Espada Neliel Tu Oderschvank, and her Fracción, Dondochakka Bilstin and Pesche Guatiche." All of the Espada's eyes widened. Nel was returning? When she disappeared everyone had wondered what had happened to her. There was no evidence of a battle or struggle, and even though everyone suspected Nnoitra, nothing could be proved. Nnoitra however was inwardly pleased. 'So Nel, you've returned. Finally, I will defeat you!' He thought to himself. His initial intention when he got rid of her wasn't to kill her. No, it was to make sure that he would be powerful enough to destroy her when she returned. And now he had his chance, he was far more powerful than he was back then. Aizen continued with his announcement. "With these new developments, I think it is of the utmost importance to convince these four incredibly powerful hollows to join us. They would make fine additions to our army, especially if two of them are Vasto Lordes." Aizen was careful to emphasize the "our army" bit. They still needed to believe in his cause, and if he alienated them in any way, they may turn on him. "Of course, we will also need to welcome back our former Tercera. We must make sure her disappearance wasn't a betrayal." Nnoitra was laughing to himself. No one seemed to notice. Aizen continued, "Well, with this news out of the way, I believe we must move on to other business. As you all---"

CRASH!!!!!!!

A massive explosion blew away the back of their meeting room, leaving nothing but rubble and dust clouds. An incredible spiritual pressure swept the room immediately, all of the Espada weaker than Five went down. A figure leapt out of the dust, it went straight for El Quinto, Nnoitra. 'Neliel?!' Everyone thought, surprised. Instantly, a beautiful teal haired woman grapped Nnoitra by the throat. If looks could kill, the look the woman was giving El Quinto would have set him on fire. Nnoitra grinned.

"So your back, Neliel." He said simply, as though expecting all of this to happen. She glared at him with her light-gold eyes.

"We've got a score to settle, Nnoitra." Nel said angrily. She vanished, along with Nnoitra, only leaving behind the static buzz of Sonido. All of the Espada looked to the settling dust, not knowing what to expect. Slowly six figures came into view. Most of them recognized Pesche and Dondochakka, but, of course, the hollows were new. The first Vasto Lorde was terrifying. It looked, like what they imagined, like Satan himself must look like. His gaze washing over them made them feel uncomfortable. Even the ever melancholic Ulquiorra seemed a bit troubled. The second Vasto Lorde got the attention of all of the males in the room (which was nearly all of them). Her body was absolutely feminine, and sexy. The "halo" seemed to add innocence to her, an innocence that they knew she did not have. The third in their party was a small fox. It was white and brown. The last member of their group was a massive King Cobra.

"So, these are the Espada. I'm disappointed. As powerful as you all are, I expected more." The Satanic-looking Vasto Lorde claimed. He genuinely looked disappointed. His statement pissed off the Espada, but they knew better. He was trying to rile them up for a fight, even Grimmjow wasn't impulsive enough to fall for it. The Espada are the epitome of the Arrancar, none of them were stupid enough to---"

"Hey you little shit, you can't talk to us like that!" Well, there was always one idiot among the elite. Yammy looked pissed. "We're the Espada, we're better than you. You may be a Vasto Lorde, but we have achieved a status higher than that." The Espada silently agreed. The Vasto Lorde craned his neck slightly to the right. It would have been cute if he wasn't so fucking terrifying.

"Did you say something? I had something stupid in my ear." Orihime laughed lightly, her gentle giggles resonated throughout the large room. "From what I can sense, you're the weakest one here." Ichigo continued, addressing Yammy. "But, at the same time, you're the strongest. It's faint, but the power sealed within you surpasses everyone here, except, of course, the Shinigami." He finished. Yammy pushed out his chest in pride. "You know what that means?" Ichigo asked.

"It means I'm better than you!" He yelled boastfully. Ichigo chuckled.

"No. It means. . ." Ichigo vanished in a great display of speed. "You're the one I have to kill!" He shouted from behind Yammy. Before he could even react, Ichigo delivered a powerful scissor-kick to Yammy's ribs. He was launched out of the building, leaving another large hole in the wall. Ichigo vanished in a Sonido. The Espada were shocked speechless. This Vasto Lorde, not only managed to sense Yammy's sealed power, but he managed to catch him off guard! Catching an Espada off guard was a feet in itself. Not one to miss out on a fight, Grimmjow sonido'd towards the large opening in the wall, before he could actually exit, Orihime appeared before him in her own sonido. He hesitated for a second but he continued.

"Outta my way, woman!" Grimmjow yelled, running passed her. This time, he hit a wall. Orihime had sealed the opening with her shield. 'WTF' Grimmjow thought. Aizen watched the exchange with interest. He'd never seen a hollow with powers such as these. Perhaps he should accept them into the Army. Aizen called out, getting everyone's attention.

"Fellow Espada, calm yourselves. You will not harm our guests." This got everyone's attention.

"B-but Aizen-Sama! They destroyed our headquarters, and if we don't do anything Nnoitra and Yammy could end up dead!" Grimmjow yelled. Aizen's sinister smile never left his face.

"Our palace can be rebuilt, Grimmjow. Besides, didn't you notice how Nel only targeted Nnoitra? I believe it is safe to say that Nnoitra was the reason Nel was thrust out of Las Noches. This makes Nnoitra a traitor, and as such he must be executed. If he survives his battle with Nel, he is to be killed on sight, understand?" He waited for the Espada to agree. "And regarding Yammy, he was always been a loose cannon. His power will be missed, but we could go on without him. Besides, if he loses to normal Hollow, regardless of the fact it is a Vasto Lorde, he doesn't deserve to be in our ranks." Aizen answered coldly. 'This is one cold bastard!' Orihime, Masaki, and Sora thought to themselves.

"Y-yes Aizen-Sama." Grimmjow responded. It was rather unenthusiastic; he probably really wanted to fight. "But what do we do now?" He asked. Aizen smiled.

"Now, we wait. We will wait until these battles are over and we shall reward---and perhaps punish---the victors." He answered. They all remained in the massive hall, waiting.

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They ended up in far outside the dome of Las Noches. The barren wasteland was decorated with large, jagged boulders and dead, brittle trees. Oh yeah, this was the perfect gravesite to a bastard like Nnoitra.

"I never expected you to be back so soon, Nel. One hundred years, seems like yesterday I broke that mask of yours." Nnoitra taunted. Nel wouldn't bite though, she was a warrior, she knew anger could mean death in a battle.

"So tell me, Octavo, what's been happening while I was gone?" Nel asked in a faux interested voice. She couldn't care less about what happened, Nnoitra hated being regarded as insignificant.

"Actually," He stuck out his tongue revealing a number five tattooed on it. It was in a gothic font. "I'm el Quinto now. Don't get cocky, Nel. All of the Espada got stronger while you were gone, some moved up in rank, that three on your back means nothing now Nel." He lunged at her. He brought down his massive double sided, crescent moon shaped blade, fully intent on splitting her down the middle.

CRASH!

When the dust cleared, Nel was perfectly fine, she held up her own katana parrying the blow. It was lodged between the center of Nnoitra's weapon, right where the two opposing "crecent moon" blades met. (A/N: Open up a new tab or window and go to youtube. Type in Dirty Little Thing by Velvet Revolver. This is Nel's theme song. Listen to it while she fights to make the fight cooler. It think it fits her:)

"It's true that the Espada have grown more powerful. But you are still weaker than me, Nnoitra!" She pushed forward, and flared her spiritual pressure, pushing Nnoitra back several feet. "What you did to me, what you did to my friends, you will DIE for your sins, Nnoitra. Though, before I kill you, a small part of me wishes to thank you. If you hadn't done what you did, I would have never met my new friends. I would have never met Sora-Kun, Masaki-Chan, Orihime-Chan, or…Ichigo-Kun." Nnoitra dusted himself off lightly. He eyed Nel with caution, after all this time, he was only her equal?! He had hoped to be more powerful than her by now. Well, that was fine. He may only be her equal in terms of spiritual power, but he wasn't an Espada for show. He had become more cunning in her time away, and he wasn't stupid. He would have to outsmart her, or kill her quickly. Suddenly, Nel disappeared in a Sonido, appearing to his left. She sung her sword to the right, aiming to slice him in half horizontally. Nnoitra caught the blade effortlessly.

"Have you forgotten, Neliel? I have the strongest Hierro of the Espada. You can't cut me!" He swung his own blade, attempting to decapitate her. She stopped it with her wrist.

"You're not the only one with Hierro, Nnoitra." She said. In his stupor, he never saw the punch coming. Nel caught him in the chin, sending him flying backwards. In another Sonido, she appeared behind Nnoitra, delivering a scissor kick that sent him flying in the opposite direction. She continued this, effectively using him as a human pinball. 'Enough, I have to finish this!' Nel thought. When she appeared behind him, she lifted her sword, ready to pierce his heart. This time however, Nnoitra disappeared in his own Sonido. Nels eyes widened, and then she felt the blunt side of Nnoitra's blade hit her from behind, sending her flying. Shaking off the pain, she looked up. Nnoitra was worse for wear. His clothes were tattered, and torn. And he was bruised up severely. He was obviously angry.

"Enough of this! I'm going to kill you Neliel!" He stuck his tongue out. At the tip, a gold-colored cero formed, before firing. It went high-speed towards a calm looking Nel. She brought out her hand, blocking the Cero. It collected before her. A cero was a blast of concentrated spiritual pressure. It was very fluid like in the sense that it could be blocked, redirected and even contained. Sure a hollow or arrancar could make it intense enough to disintegrate things, but if the target was just as powerful as the enemy, all gloves are off. Nel looked at the collected gold energy before her. She began to inhale, absorbing the Cero. She seemed to tense for a second before launching her own Cero. Nel's cero was different than most, not only did it have a unique purple color, but the way it formed was different too. Usually a Cero was collected into an intense sphere, then launched. Nel's cero was built up in her stomach and esophagus, than launched from her mouth. There was no collected sphere of energy visible when she used Cero. Her purple Cero launched from her mouth, speeding towards Nnoitra. There was some gold in her Cero as well.

CRASH!

Nothing could describe the pain Nnoitra was in. It was probably the worst pain on this side of hell.

"I forgot about that, your Cero Doble. It's a good technique that is unique to you, eh, Nel. You absorb your enemy's Cero, then fire your own potent Cero on top of it, effectively doubling the damage." Nnoitra felt pain clouding his senses, he needed to release his Zanpakuto. "I won't lose to you Neliel! I AM THE STRONGEST ESPADA!" He held his massive weapon in front of him. "PRAY, SANTA TERESA!" A flash of bright light blinded Nel for a moment. Then she gazed upon Nnoitra. All of his wounds were healed. He grew two extra arms, having four in total. His arms became rather insectoid in shape, and they were made of pure white hollow-bone, their only human trait was five pointed fingers. From the sides of his head he sprouted sharp horns that curved upward, that, from a frontal view, looked like a crescent moon. He had four massive scythes, one in each hand. He was very menacing. Not wasting any time Nel released her own Zanpakuto. She held her own sword before her.

"Declare," She began. Her zanpakuto began to glow, and what looked like steam began to emanate from it. Nnoitra saw what she was doing, and charged. He wanted to stop her before she released her Zanpakuto. He was too late. "Gamuza!" Nel finished. The effects were instantaneous. After a loud explosion of dust and spiritual pressure, there stood Nel. Her Arrancar mask changed slightly. The horns grew longer, and curved downward. Her shoulders and neck were covered in an armor that seemed to be made of Hollow bone. Armor also covered her elbows and hands. Her arms were covered in a black spandex. She held a massive double-sided, and sharp looking, lance in her right hand. Her biggest and most noticeable change, was her lower body. From the waist down she had the body of a Chamois. Her fur was a light brown. Her tail fur was black. She resembled a warrior-like centaur.

"This is one hell of a battle, eh Neliel?" Nnoitra said. He had a sadistic grin on his face. He looked excited, but his eyes were dull. He, no they both knew only one of them would survive this battle. Nel didn't respond. Gone in a Sonido, Nel appeared before Nnoitra and brought down her lance. Responding quickly, Nnoitra used two of his scythes in an 'X' formation to block the blow. The two extra arms he had swung forward. He severed her two front legs. She paid no mind to the pain. When Nnoitra thought he had the upper hand, a powerful Cero hit him in the chest. In his Shock and pain, he didn't notice Nel had thrown her Lance at him.

"LANZADOR VERDE!" She cried. Nnoitra didn't have a chance. The spinning lance sped towards him, releasing purple tendrils of energy that contradted it's name. It pierced Nnoitra's chest, pushing him backwards and pinning him to a boulder. Using the strength of her hind legs, she maged to Sonido in front of Nnoitra. She had to end this, she wouldn't give him a chance. She gripped her lance, and pulled it from Nnoitra's chest. Before he could make a move, she shoved the lance into his throat. Even though she could care less about Nnoitra, a small part of her was saddened at the fact she had to stoop to his level. She shook that off though.

"You feel the most alive when you're gargling your own blood, right Nnoitra?" She asked coldly. The light left Nnoitra's eyes. 'Even though I lost to a female, at least I died like a warrior.' He thought, trying to comfort himself. He slumped to the ground, dead. Nel re-sealed her Zanpakuto. In her normal form, she was missing her left leg. She felt the pain of the battle catching up with her. She, slowly, made her way back to Las Noches.

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Ichigo looked up at Yammy's Resurrección. He grew to a monstrous size. Like a small mountain, or large hill. He resembled an Ankylosaurus, with cylindrical protrusions on his back and elbows. He also had a bony tail club. The number one on his 'ten' tattoo flaked off, leaving the zero. (A/N: If you want to know, Ichigo's theme song in this fic is Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold. Open a new window/tab and go to youtube and play it if you'd like.)

"I am Espada zero, Yammy Rialgo. I am the only Espada who reaches full potential when his Zanpakuto is released." He stated. "Now you know you don't stand a chance!" Ichigo looked on.

"You're wrong." Yammy looked confused. "Your release made you more powerful than I. But the fact is you just handed me the victory." Now he looked even more confused. "Even if you're stronger and faster than me, you're also bigger than me. Way bigger than me. Because of that, you won't be able to see me half the time. Your large size guarantees that." To show him what he meant, Ichigo sonido'd out of Yammy's line of sight. Yammy desperately looked around, trying to find him. He heard a voice whisper in his ear. "Frankly, you're no threat to me like this." Not wasting any time, Ichigo charged a Cero. The Cero pierced Yammy's head, exiting from his forehead. Yammy slumped foreward, lobotomized. Looking at his handiwork, he Sonido'd back to Las Noches, finished with Yammy.

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Aizen tried to coax the intruder's to reveal what their intentions were. They didn't respond. The only thing he could get from them was, 'We must wait for the others.' The buzz of a Sonido filled the room. Everyone looked towards the broken entrance; there stood a badly beaten Nel. The worst of her injuries seemed to be her missing left leg. They all felt the fluctuations in the air. They all knew Nnoitra and Yammy died. Frankly no one cared. Aizen was about to order the Medics to help clean up Nel, but he suddenly stopped. He saw the female Vasto Lorde use some technique; it covered Nel in a yellow glow. He decided to observe. He saw Nel's wounds began to heal, and, remarkably, her missing leg began to re-grow! 'She's not healing her; she's rejecting the wounds from ever having happened! I could use this ability.' He thought to himself with a sinister smile. Once Nel was completely healed, Ichigo arrived in another Sonido.

"Welcome back you two." Aizen said. "I must say that was impressive. To be able to defeat two of my Espada, simply amazing. Because of the condition Neliel arrived in, I would rank her power to be equal with Nnoitra's. And you, you could be my top officer. Would you join my cause and serve under me? In exchange, I will convert you into Arrancars." Aizen offered. At last they could finally escape the torment of living in hollow bodies. They would finally be able to appear human again.

"We accept your offer, Aizen…Sama." Ichigo stated, speaking for his group. Aizen's sinister smile widened. His army was becoming more and more powerful. He gestured for the four hollows to come forward. They all stood together (or tried to, Sora had to wrap himself over a couple of times to fit). Aizen snapped his fingers and a large clear case of spiritual energy contained them. Aizen stepped before the case, and inserted a small black marble into a slot on the front. He placed his finger on the marble and began to charge it with massive amounts of spiritual energy. Small tendrils came out of the marble and burrowed under the skin on Aizen's finger, temporarily fusing them. Suddenly a wave of black energy washed over everyone in the case. There was a flash of light, then the case dissipated, leaving behind four newborn Arrancar. Before each of whom, was a sword.

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Ichigo stood up, very dazed. The process wasn't painful just…different. It felt like a part of him was ripped out, but he could sense it. It was in the form an enormous sword. No this wasn't a sword, it looked like an overgrown butcher's knife. The blade was five feet long, and the handle was a foot long, totaling in six feet overall, just like his height. It didn't have a hand-guard, it was just handle then blade. It was totally black except for the sharp edge of the blade, which was silver, and the handle, the handle was wrapped in a pure white cloth. This was his Zanpakuto. In the silver edge of the blade, he saw his own reflection. He looked to be about fifteen years old. He was well built, with broad shoulders and muscular arms, legs, and stomach. (A/N: Watch the beginning of episode 163, the scene where Ichigo is lifting the rubble off of himself, he looks like that just not roughed up.) The hair on his head was spiky, but it was also long, in need of a cut. The hair that fell from his head was straight, and oily and dirty. He needed a shower. He was handsome. Not in a pretty boy kind of way, but in a rugged kind of way. His jaw was set and manly, his chin was pointed. His dark brown eyes were narrow, and shone with intelligence. His nose wasn't too big or small, nor was it bulbous or narrow. It was perfect. Then he noticed he was naked. He had never seen himself naked like this, for he died a prepubescent. He knew what his organs were for, and how they were used. Being the son of a doctor did that. He knew what to expect but didn't think it would be like this. His testicles were larger than they were before, and his penis grew in length and thickened. It was about six inches long and one inch thick. It hung limply, due to no arousal or excitement. He also had hair. His orange pubic hair curled and rested just above his genitalia. He felt the top left side of his head, feeling a wide protrusion there. It was his hollow mask remains. His once long horns had disintegrated and all that was left was a small broken root on the left side of his head. His hollow hole rested in his chest as well. He felt much more powerful than before. He turned and looked at his companions.

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It took a second for Orihime to shake off the nausea. On the ground before her was a straight-bladed katana. The handle wrap and steel sheathe were orange, same color as her hair. The hand guard wasn't normal though. It consisted of six protrusions, resembling flower petals. The butt and hand guard of her sword were silver. She unsheathed the katana slightly, admiring her reflection. She still had large, expressive eyes, and orange hair. She appeared more womanly, more mature. She was beautiful. Finally she noticed herself. She looked at her hands; they were a fair, creamy color, definitely not white! She had normal looking skin! Her fingernails were rather long, in need of a cut. Her straight hair was down passed her butt. Her hollow hole rested where it's always been, just above her bellybutton. Her hollow mask remains consisted of her "halo". It was a ring that wrapped around her head, like some accessory. She looked down at her body. Well, she was definitely a woman now. Her breasts were huge! It looks like they grew in size. If she had to compare them to anything, they would be large cantaloupes. But, they looked good. They didn't sag under their own weight, they stayed up and perky. Her areolas were hot pink and quarter sized, and her nipples stuck out due to the cold air. She had hair as well. Ugh, she would have to get rid of that. How was Ichigo-Sama supposed to mount her---uh, enjoy her company if he knew she was so unkempt? Her body was toned, not muscular. Her stomach was flat, her waist narrow, and her hips wide. Her butt was large and heart shaped, and tight. Her legs and thighs were very shapely and attractive. She was sexy.

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Masaki admired her reflection in her katana. It was a standard, curved katana, with a brown grip. The sheathe was a metallic brown. The butt and hand guard were silver. The hand guard was shaped into a three pointed star. Her hollow mask remains consisted of a tiara that sat on her head. It had two protrusions that were shaped into small, triangular fox ears. They were white. Just under her D-cup breasts, her hollow hole was there. She was still as beautiful as ever. Though, she needed to get herself cleaned up.

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Before him was a standard katana. The hand guard was shaped into a hexagram. The butt and hand guard were silver in color, while the grip of his katana was white, along with the sheathe. Sora felt his face, he needed to shave. Somehow, he grew a full beard. His hollow mask remains started under his left eye and stretched down to a little past his chin. It looked like a broken fang. His hollow hole remained dead center of his body. He was muscular, but thin. He was thinner then Grimmjow, but more muscular then Ulquiorra.

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Aizen gazed upon his newest creations. His plans would come into fruition very soon.

"Szayel, would you please take our guests to the infirmary to get them cleaned up." Aizen asked. Szayel complied, leading the newborn Arrancar and three banished Arrancar to the infirmary. After they were gone, Aizen looked to the Espada. "It seems that we will have to make new arrangements." He stated. "Espada, follow me to the exit."

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Szayel led them to another tall building. Inside was a sterile environment. Szayel gestured to a row of doors to their left.

"All of those are washrooms. They have everything you need to cleanse yourselves. They will also provide clothing." He left in a hurry, not wanting to keep Aizen or the other Espada waiting. Everyone entered in their own washroom, except Nel, she followed Orihime.

(A/N: There is a slight lime here. If you're squeamish of the human (Mainly Female) form, scroll down until you see End Lime)

The automated door shut behind them with a slight 'whoosh.' It was a large room, though it was longer than wider. To their left was a white marble toilet, and to the toilet's left was a marble sink. There was a large medicine cabinet mounted on the wall in front of the sink. On the other side of the room, was a large bathtub. There was a silver showerhead on the wall, and it had several shampoo's and body lotions. Orihime turned to look at Nel, who had just removed the rags she had been using as clothes. She stood nude. She was a very beautiful woman, sexy too, Orihime noted. Her long, teal, wavy hair cascaded down her back, her face was smooth and womanly, certainly very attractive, and her body was to die for. Like Orihime, she had impressively large breasts. Her quarter sized nipples were a coral red, and stuck out due to the cold, sterile air. Her legs were long and shapely, her arms and shoulders slender. She had a narrow waist, and large, curvy hips. Her stomach was flat and toned, not muscular. Her vaginal regions were obstructed by thick, teal curls. Though, if Orihime's guess was correct, she would get rid of that.

Orihime walked over to the medicine cabinet, searching. Finally, she found several supplies that dealt with manicures and pedicures. She handed Nel a nail clipper and hand file, no doubt to fix their long hand and toe nails (A/N: Yeah, right now, they're hairy and dirty and they stink. I don't think Shinigamification actually cleans them up, just makes them human looking.). Orihime leaned backwards on the sink, clipping her fingernails.

"So Nel-Chan, what did you want to talk about?" Nel looked at Orihime with slight shock. She already figured out that she wanted to talk? Impressive. Done with their fingernails, both Orihime and Nel began clipping their toe nails.

"I wanted to talk about Ichigo-Kun." Orihime gave herself a knowing smirk.

"Oh? What about Ichigo-Sama?" Done with her toe nails, Nel began to file the sharper points down gently. Orihime did the same.

"I love him." Orihime smiled. "From the moment he first rescued us, back when I was trapped in a child form, I loved him." Nel chuckled a bit. "Of course you remember several instances when I snuck between the two of while you slept, and how jealous I acted whenever he would spend time with you." Orihime giggled.

"Oh yes, I remember. Though, it only seemed like a harmless crush. What changed?" Orihime asked. She turned and walked towards the large bath tub. She turned on the water, making sure the water was nice and hot.

"I think that as a child, I was incapable of expressing romantic love. I always made sure to vocalize how much I loved you all. Dondochakka and Pesche are like rowdy younger siblings, even though I suspect them to be much older than I. Sora-Kun is like an older, more reliable brother. Masaki-Chan is just like a mother. You I love like a sister. And Ichigo-Kun…" Nel stopped there.

"Like a lover, right?" Orihime finished. Nel looked nervous, as though she was looking for her approval. "Don't worry, I'm fine with it. I don't mind sharing him if it's with you Nel-Chan. I do love you like a sister, and I could never have Ichigo-Sama turn you away if you love him." Nel leaned in and hugged the smaller woman. Their breasts pressing up against the other's giving the illusion that they got bugger. The intimate gesture did nothing for either of them. They were straight. They would never actually do each other, but if Ichigo asked, well, we'll see. After they released the hug, Orihime took out some scissors, and proceeded to cut her long hair short. Instead of down to her knees it fell to the small of her back. Nel cut her hair as well. She left it just a little bit passed her butt. When they finished, Orihime pulled Nel into the hot shower, letting the water run over them. They showered together, in order to save time. After scrubbing their bodies clean, Orihime grabbed a razor, and began to shave her underarms, Nel imitated the action with another razor. Orihime went to shave her more private area, but was confused as to how to begin.

"Um, Nel-Chan? Little help?" Orihime asked. Understanding immediately, Nel nodded.

"Sure, but you have to return the favor." She said. In agreement Orihime sat on the floor of the tub. She lifted her leg onto the ledge of the tub, for better access. Her entire lower body was exposed, her vagina was obscured by the orange pubic hair, but it was easily visible. About half an inch below her vagina, the flesh of her anus was scrunched into a pink asterisk. Nel leaned forward, bringing the razor to the pubic hair. Gently running it downward, she removed the hair. Finally, her more intimate parts were in full view. The lips of her Labia Majora were plump and smooth, her Labia Minora were pink. Her entire lower body was cleanly shaved. Nel had left a small oval patch of pubic hair about an inch above her Vagina. Orihime repeated the process on Nel.

END LIME(If you could call it that.)

After finishing up cleaning themselves, they stepped out of the shower feeling much cleaner than before. Then they took care of other necessities, such as brushing their teeth, applying lotions to their dry skin, etc. Orihime ran a comb through her hair, ridding it of clumps and knots. Nel chose to leave her hair in it's natural curls.

"Say," Orihime spoke up. "Szayel said there would be clothes, where are they?" Nel smiled and led Orihime to a computer screen on the wall opposite the sink.

"Stand here." Nel gestured to the platform before the screen. When Orihime stood on the platform, it seemed to glow for a second. A metal drawer seemed to pop out from the wall. In the drawer was a pair of white panties that were lined with black stripes, along with white hakama, a black obi, and typical black and white arrancar boots. She put them on. The lower half of her body was dressed, but the top wasn't.

"What about my top half?" Orihime joked. Nel chuckled, but proceeded to press her pointer finger to the glowing screen. Two options popped up, male or female. Nel clicked 'female'. Immediately, several clothing designs popped up. There was a downward facing arrow on the bottom right corner of the screen. Orihime pressed her finger to it, scrolling down, looking for something she might like.

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Nel and Orihime exited the bathroom into the main hall of the infirmary. Nel wore her original Espada outfit, from before the Nnoitra incident. Her Zanpakuto, Gamuza, rested on her left hip. Orihime's outfit was a mix of a tight fitting top and a cape. Her top covered from her neck to the backs of her hands. It went down and covered her stomach, then wrapped around her legs, creating a makeshift "dress". The shoulders were puffed out slightly, and from her neck and shoulder's fell a cape that went all the way down to about three inches from the floor. The inside of the cape was black while the outside was white. Her outfit was totally white except for some black trim (A/N: It's the same outfit she wears in the manga and anime, just no hairclips.). Around her waist was a black obi sash, through it rested her Zanpakuto on her left hip. They looked to the waiting area, there on the couch, sat Masaki and Sora. Their outfits were simple. Masaki wore a white form fitting, long sleeved top. It left everything to the imagination. Of course she also wore the standard obi, hakama, and boots. Her Zanpakuto rested at her left hip. Sora wore similar clothing. He simply wore a white zip-up jacket (A/N: Like Ulquiorra, just without the "tails"). And the standard bottoms. Behind the couch stood Pesche and Dondochakka. They too wore the exact same outfits from before the Nnoitra incident. Finally, on the other side of the room, stood Ichigo. He was resting up against the wall, his eyes closed. Both Orihime and Nel couldn't take their eyes off him. He was so handsome! He cut his hair, it was now short and it jutted out in orange spikes. He too wore the standard Obi, hakama, and boots. His top seemed like a cross between a Haori and trenchcoat, and cape. It was form fitting, hugging his muscled upper body. It came down and met at his lower stomach, exposing his chiseled chest and gaping hollow hole. Then the coat opened once again and fell down to about an inch above the ground. The hem of the coat seemed to have been worn out, looking torn and jagged, but that was merely the style of the coat (A/N: It's his bankai outfit. The closest thing I could compare it too is when Ichigo fights his inner hollow, and it uses bankai. It looks just like his inner hollow's bankai outfit.). His massive cleaver Zanpakuto was wrapped from butt to tip in a white cloth. It was mounted on his back. Masaki noticed everyone was finally together.

"Well now, everyone's all together now!" Masaki said. Everyone centered around the couch.

"It feels good to be all washed and clean, don'tcha know!" Dondochakka exclaimed. Everyone nodded at his statement. Before they could continue, an arrancar ran into the waiting room. He immediately bowed to the seven newcomer's.

"I bring a message from Aizen-Sama! He requests the presence of Ichigo Kurosaki, Orihime Inoue, and Neliel Tu Oderschvank. I am to escort you." He stated. Sighing, they followed him.

"I wonder what that was about." Pesche thought out loud.

"We'll find out soon enough." Sora said. They decided to go ahead and wait there for the time being.

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They all stood outside of Las Noches. The Arrancar that escorted them was ordered to leave. The only ones there was Aizen, his two lackeys, and the remaining Espada.

"Dear Espada." He addressed. "Due to some new developments, I have decided to reorganize the Espada." The Espada looked shocked. They were gonna be evaluated!? Aizen continued. "You must all activate your Resurrección, then release as much spiritual power as possible. That way I can organize you according to your level." He looked specifically at Ulquiorra. "You must release all of the way." Ulquiorra nodded to himself. They all drew their swords.

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After from returning from the tattoo artist, the Espada returned to the, now fixed, throne room. Aizen once again looked upon his Espada.

"For our newcomers, I want all of the Espada to stand, state their name, rank, and aspect of death. We will go from Décima to Cero." He nodded, signaling them to start. The first one to stand was an odd looking arrancar. His face was covered by a mask.

"My name is Aaroniero Arruruerie. I am the Décimo Espada. My aspect of death is Greed." For some reason, there were two voices when he spoke. Another arrancar stood up. This one had pink, shoulder length hair.

"My name is Szayel Aporro Granz. I am the Noveno Espada. My aspect of death is Madness." He sat back down. A large, black man stood up.

"My name is Zommari Leroux. I am the Octavo Espada. My aspect of death is Intoxication." He sat back down. A handsome blue haired man stood up. He seemed upset at his new rank.

"My name's Grimmjow Jaggerjack. I am the Séptimo Espada. My aspect of death is Destruction." He sat back down in a huff. Nel stood up next.

"My name is Neliel Tu Oderschvank. I am the Sexta Espada. My aspect of death is Mercy." She sat down gracefull. A black, blonde woman stood up next.

"My name is Tía Halibel. I am the Quinta Espada. My aspect of death is Sacrifice." She finished. A small black haired man stood up.

"My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer. I am the Cuarto Espada. My aspect of death is Nihilism." He sat down without another word. An elderly man stood up.

"My name is Barragan Luisenbarn. I am the Tercero Espada. My aspect of death is Old Age." He too sat down immediately. A tall man with shoulder length brown hair stood up.

"My name is Stark. I am the Segundo Espada. My aspect of death is Loneliness." He sat down, and rested his head on his arm lazily. Orihime stood up.

"My name is Orihime Inoue. I am the Primera Espada. My aspect of death is Good Intentions." She finished and sat down swifly. Ichigo stood up.

"My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I am the Cero Espada. My aspect of death is Life." Ichigo sat down with his brothers Espada.

Aizen smiled.

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A/N: Man, I'm sorry about the wait you guys. I've just been having trouble in school. Three AP Classes, I must be crazy!

You guy's must be thinking: That lime wasn't sexy!! Well it really wasn't meant to be. I was trying to show the maturity between them now. I mean, do you guy's think the Canon Orihime would do something like that? Probably not. That was an important scene to show the maturity in the characters. It was also meant to establish the pairing, which is Ichi/Hime/Nel. I had to have Orihime accept Nel into the loop. By the way, special thanks to Bruuz for letting me use the Life aspect for Ichigo in my story. Seriously you guy's go read his story NOW!!!

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