The next few weeks passed in a suicidal, depressed, oddly hopeful, and completely dull manner. As the time of my death increased, my hope of Ichigo saving me decreased. At some points in time, I honestly thought that I would die from sheer heartache. Through it all, I kept my chin high and spirits high as I could while I was in front of anyone besides Ulquiorra.

The night before my wedding, or as I mentally called it, my funeral, I was trying on my wedding dress, "Ulquiorra, my dress is too tight. I can barely breath,""

"That's because that's the underlayer,"

I snorted, "More like one of the implements of my death,"

"He won't kill you imediately," My friend and ex pointed out.

I sighed and pulled on one of the loose straps that hung from my waist, "I know. He has found some way to reproduce, hasn't he?"

"You know I'm not privy to that kind of information,"

"Then that's it. I wonder how though, considering we're all dead," I mused over it, which brought on a full wave of misery.

There was a brief, curt knock on the door. I knew who it was, so I quickly put on a robe over my under dress. Once I was set, Ulquiorra opened the door and let Aizen in.

"Ulquiorra, leave us," Aizen said before he was even in my room.

He left with a quick bow and closed the door behind him so we could have privacy. I looked at Aizen and he stared straight through me.

"Why are you here?" I hid behind my mask and became even more void of emotion than Ulquiorra.

Aizen stood directly in front of me, "Now is that anyway to treat the man who's going to be your husband in only a matter of hours?"

I was silent and simply looked him.

He shook his head undeterred, "Well, I suppose you know your new job,"

I tilted my head quizically, "You mean the one where I just lay on my back and pop out kids?"

"So you do know,"

I held my tongue, "Just tell me how,"

"Well shortly before leaving the Soul Society, I stumbled upon your father's work. Work detailing how he made a serum that regenerates the dead for a certain time,"

"So, while you only have to use it once in a while, I'll have to use it constantly!"

"Actually, no, since you are half-living, you may not have to take it at all,"

I plopped down on my bed, the weight of this conversation hitting me, "I can't believe it,"

Aizen sat next to me and started to rub my shoulders. I would have shied away, but I was far too distracted to notice what was happening and what will be happening to my body.

Ichigo's POV:

I fell down, wounded not only by my injury, but the shock of who inflicted it. I mean, how could Haku do that to me? I thought she loved me, so why? It hit me in my unconscious state. She needed to tell me something, so clearly it involved Aizen and the Arrancar. She must have been acting when she left, to save me. It explains why I was hit in a fairly harmless location. But still, the thought of Haku doing that to me. Well, obviously she was going to tell me, but she was stopped.

As my pain and unconsciousness ebbed, I remembered her telling me that her real name wasn't Haku Taiyou. Remembrance dawning on me, so to did the urge to save her at all costs, but I knew that I'd have to wait for at least two weeks to train and to heal, just like when I saved Rukia. Kisuke Urahara, surrounded by his companions, sat before me with a look confirming my thoughts.

"Ichigo, as I'm sure you surmised, I'll help you get Yasu back, but in the meantime, I'm going to train you while I ask a few favors or some old friends," Kisuke got up and headed to the door, "If you have any questions, just ask Tessai or Yoruichi,"

That said, he left like the freak that he is.

"Oi, Ichigo, I bet you want to know about your little girlfriend, so I'll tell you, but you may not like what you hear," Yoruichi, thankfully in clothes I might add, sat before me scowling deeply.

I nodded knowing that what ever it was, I'd forgive her.

"Yasu Kurotsuchi, or Haku Taiyou as you know her, is the daughter of Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Captain of the 12th Division, and the Quincy woman Asami Unoichi. She grew up as an on-going experiment, so her powers are still unknown. During an experiment, she was expelled into Hueco Mundo where she had relationships with Aizen, Grimmjow, and possibly Ulquiorra, who was the one who brought her to Aizen and who oversees her. We are unsure of a great many details, but it is known that she is Aizen's assassin and was sent here to kill you and your friends, and possibly everyone else with even a shred of spiritual powers. Kisuke and I, among others on Aizen's side, kept tabs on her and only remained inactive due to her strange behavior. So, Kisuke thinks that she really does love you, but is unable to do anything about it,"

"Wow, that was quite the report," I shook my head in amazement.

"What can I say?" She shrugged, "So, get better so you can save her,"

I nodded, "I wouldn't dream of doing anything else,"

I vowed to myself that I wouldn't leave Hueco Mundo without her, even if I had to drag her back by her hair with my own two hands. And if I couldn't bring her back, I would find a way to stay with her.

Ok, as I promised, here is the next chapter. I know, this one just seems to fly right by, but I like it as is, so it will stay as is. I will work on pacing the story better in the next chappy! I promise! I thank you for the two new reviews, so thanks again, and you know who you are, so give yourself a pat on the back!

Oh, and I might not own Bleach. Ok, you caught me, I don't own it, but it would be cool if I did!