"W-what's he talking about, Fakedo?" Orihime asked, trembling.
Fakedo sighed, "Orihime, Chad, the rest of you... there's something we have to tell you guys." Grimmjow smirked.
"Fakedo? Are you sure?" Maseko asked her orange-haired friend, putting her hand on Fakedo's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm sure," She replied, "Everyone, we aren't like Orihime and Chad. We... are actual spiritual beings. I'm a--," but she was stopped. A strong spiritual pressure washed over everyone in the group. But, it wasn't a hollow, or just one person. It was a few, maybe 2, or 3. Everyone immediately felt that they were arrancar. Just then, Grimmjow chuckled, opened up a Gargantua, and stepped into it, waving good-bye to Fakedo.
"Hey, aren't we finished with arrancar already?" Ichigo exaggerated.
"That's what we thought, too." a voice said. Everyone turned around to find Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin.
"Urahara!" Ichigo yelled, "What are these arrancar doing here? And why isn't Grimmjow dead?"
"I can't help you with the Grimmjow part, but these arrancar were apparently not under Aizen. I don't know how they became arrancar, but they weren't associated with him." Urahara answered, lifting his hat so his eyes were visible.
"Of course, that's just a theory. For all we know, they could have been under Aizen, but they just escaped from us." Yoruichi chimed in.
"Case in point, your friend Fakedo, there." Urahara pointed out, "She could have easily slipped out of our reach and escaped. We have no way of knowing."
"I was never under Aizen's control. He was just a weirdo with a god complex. Nobody liked him. Not even Stark." Fakedo confessed.
"Ah, so you were just lucky. To tell the truth, if you were ever under Aizen, you'd probably be dead right now." Urahara replied.
"Well, aren't I just the luckiest girl in the world?" Fakedo said sarcastically.
"Fakedo-sama!" Fakedo heard a feminine voice yell.
"Wait..." Fakedo said, listening harder, "I know that voice from somewhere! But it's been a long time, though..." she mumbled, jumping up, and running in mid-air toward the noise, "That's..." she said to herself, "Morado! and Pendenciero!" she yelled, running faster. She finally found her way to the origins of the voices, "Morado! Pendenciero! It's been a long time!" she yelled, looking at a small girl with short, black hair, and a man with slicked-back, bright red hair.
"Fakedo-sama! We finally found you! I missed you so much!" Morado said, pulling Fakedo into a tight embrace.
"Nuh-uh. I missed Fakedo-sama more!" the man, Pendenciero, said, throwing Morado off of Fakedo and grabbing her into an even tighter embrace.
"Um, guys, I can't breathe." she stuttered, grabbing his arms. She then saw Maseko and smiled, "Hey Maseko!" she yelled playfully, "Help!" she laughed.
"Sorry, Fakedo-sama, but that's the point." Pendenciero said, gripping her tighter, almost choking her.
"But, Pendenciero, Morado, you guys are my fraccion! Why would you do this to me?!" she asked, trying to get out of Pendenciero's grasp while Morado opened up a Gargantua.
"I'm sorry, Fakedo-sama, but Aizen-sama wanted it. He made an offer that we couldn't refuse." Morado said, stepping into the Gargantua, along with Pendenciero.
"Maseko!!"Fakedo yelled before the Gargantua closed.
"Fakedo! Where are they taking you?! Where are you going?! Fakedo!" Maseko yelled, falling to her knees and sobbing heavily into her hands.
Ichigo appeared behind her, and leaned down beside her, "Maseko, what's wrong? What happened?" he looked around, "Where'd Fakedo go?" he asked, concerned.
"They took her! I don't know where they took her, but she's gone!! They took her away from me! From us!!" Maseko yelled, looking toward Ichigo.
"Who's 'they'? Where'd they take her?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing further.
"I just said I don't know! Maybe to Hueco Mundo, maybe not!" Maseko stressed, banging her fists on her thighs.
"Why would they take her to Hueco Mundo? Does she have any business there?" Ichigo asked.
"Well, she tried to tell you guys earlier... But we aren't like Orihime and Chad. She's an arrancar... and I'm a Bount. We didn't want to tell you guys because we knew that your kind doesn't like ours. So we just pretended to be like Chad and Orihime. Our best bet is Hueco Mundo. If she isn't there, than we're pretty much screwed. I need your help. Just to get to Hueco Mundo. Then I can handle the rest on my own. I just need your help this once, so please." Maseko said, averting her eyes to her knees.
Ichigo held up his hand, as if telling her 'stop', "No. I'm in this together with you. Thick and thin, okay?" Ichigo said, helping her up.
Maseko's eyes got big and shiny, Fakedo, I told you I was falling for him!!!!, "Okay, but when you get yourself killed, don't come crying back to me, okay?" she said nonchalantly.
"That doesn't make a lot of sense, Maseko." Ichigo said, raising his eyebrow.
"I don't care! Now is not the time for pointing out my not making sense! We have to save Fakedo!" Maseko yelled, grabbing Ichigo's arm and pulling him down to the ground.
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Urahara Shoten
The gang, excluding Ichigo and Maseko, were already at Urahara's small shop, wondering where the three missing persons were.
"I wonder where they are." Orihime said, wringing her hands together, frowning.
"Yeah. You and all of us, too." Lileen replied. Just then, Maseko walked in, very red-faced, Ichigo's arm in tow.
"What happened?" was repeated about 17 times, until Chad spoke up, "Where's Fakedo?" he asked seriously.
"Finally, someone asks the million dollar question. All hail Chad's intelligence. She was kidnapped. We don't know where they might have taken her," Maseko stated, "But our best bet is Hueco Mundo. If not, then we'll just search for her. Well, I will. I don't know about you guys. That's what I came here to ask. But there's something you guys should know before you answer," she hesistated and turned to Ichigo. He nodded, a small smile on his face, "Well, we're not like Orihime and Chad. We're... slightly different. Well, maybe a lot different. But we're not shinigami either. I'm... a Bount." Gasps resounded in the room, "And as you may have already guessed, she, Fakedo's, an arrancar. We didn't want to tell you guys... because we know you hate us." she finally finished, looking down at her shoes. She looked around the room, amazed to see that everyone was smiling. Her eyes were wide with shock.
"Don't worry, Maseko-chan. We'll get Fakedo-chan back." Orihime said, a warm smile on her face. Maseko smiled back. She looked toward Chad. He held up a thumbs-up, she flashed one back. She looked toward the three mod souls, Lileen, Nova, and Cloud. They all held up thumbs-ups. Maseko smiled, looking lastly toward Urahara.
"Well, because you and Fakedo are such pretty girls, I just might help you. You have to vow that you won't betray us, though." Urahara said sternly.
"I vow. And if I do, Fakedo does." she said, bowing slightly.
Urahara's eye widened a bit, "Okay then. Let's get this portal open." he said, smiling slyly.
"Thank you. So much." Maseko said, still bowing.
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"Where the heck are you guys taking me? If you're taking me back there, I swear, I'll-" Fakedo yelled, but was silenced by Pendenciero's hand.
"Of course we're taking you back. Aizen needs to talk to you." Just as Morado's sentence was completed, they reached the end of the gray path that was the Gargantua. It opened up again, and they were now in Aizen's "throne room". Just as Fakedo remembered, he sat in his chair proudly, his chin rested on the top of his hand while his elbow rested on the arm of his chair. Pendenciero set Fakedo down, but still held her arms, making sure she couldn't escape.
"Hello again, my dear Fakedo." Aizen said calmly as Fakedo scowled.
"I'm not you're dear anything, Evil Jesus." she growled.
"Hmm?" he questioned at the apparent nickname she gave him.
"I called you Aizen, what are you talking about? God, you're hearing things." Fakedo said, rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, I've called you back for an offer." he said.
"What kind of offer?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"An offer you couldn't possibly refuse." Aizen said, smiling weirdly. Fakedo raised her eyebrow, "I want you to rule Las Noches with me. Since Tousen and Gin were killed during the war, I'm sort of lonely. I need someone to rule with me. And you're the only person I thought of." he clarified.
"What about Ulquiorra?" she asked, scowling.
"He only subbed for me. Now that I'm back, I don't need him anymore. He was a reliability, nothing more." Aizen finished coldly.
"Wow, and here I thought you weren't a completely heartless man. But I guess I was wrong." she said, shrugging.
"I'm not completely heartless. If I was, I wouldn't have called you back here. All I want you to do is rule with me. Keep me company. Give me your opinion on issues. Things like that." he finished, "So, how about it?" he asked.
"Eh, I'm not so sure. I will admit, you're pretty hot, but you don't have the personality of the kind of guy I would like." Fakedo commented, shrugging again.
"Well, thank you, Fakedo, but your opinion isn't needed on this matter. You have two choices. You can stay here and rule with me, or I could kill Maseko and that Chad fellow. Your choice." he proposed. Fakedo's eyes widened in surprise, and she almost choked on her own spit.
But she quickly tried to cover it up, "Why would I care about that Chad guy? He's just a lowly human. Nothing more." she lied through her teeth.
"Don't lie to me, Fakedo," Aizen said, smiling maliciously, "I've been watching you and Maseko since you arrived. I saw it when you touched the edge of the blanket the same time Chad did. And I saw you blush. A touching moment, really. But jealousy quickly set in, so I had to have you back, my dear Fakedo." he said, a scowl flashing on his face. Fakedo growled angrily, trying to wriggle out of Pendenciero's grasp, but to no avail, "So, until you make your final decision, which, I'm not taking 'no' for an answer, you will be held in captivity in one of our luxurious rooms. You will have the best accommodations, and you just have to let me know if any of the remaining Espada give you any problems. It was nice to see you again, Fakedo. I look forward to hearing your decision." and at that, he dismissed all three of them. The two arrancar, that were formerly her fraccion, dragged her out of Aizen's quarters to a room maybe twenty minutes away. Fakedo had to admit, it was a beautiful room, with a large bed and smooth, white furniture. She then remembered that this was her old room when she was Segunda Espada. She looked at her finger, her right index, and saw that there was no '2' on it. She remembered, Oh yeah, I'm wearing my gigai. She took the charm out of her pocket again and shoved her body out of the gigai, running her fingers through her short, choppy, purple hair.
Fakedo looked at herself in a mirror, "Dang, I forgot I was so hot." she whispered to herself, grinning. Her "shoulder pad", actually her hollow mask fragment, was still the way it used to be. Her outfit was unique, though. She skirt fell just above her knees, to avoid a panty-shot went she bent over, and her shirt was a vest, that cut down the middle and went down to her mid-stomach.
"Yeah. I remember when you were here. You were damn fine then, too." A voice said from her doorway. She swiveled quickly, to find Grimmjow leaning up against her doorframe.
She scowled, "What do you want, Grimmjow?" she stated grudgingly, crossing her arms.
"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to say 'hi'," Grimmjow started, grinning, "Just a little catching up."
"Whatever. You and me both know you don't just 'catch up'. What do you really want, Grimmjow?" she asked again, raising her eyebrow dangerously.
"You'll find out soon enough. For now, I just hope you're comfortable, because soon, you won't be. So enjoy it while you can, babe. Check ya later." Grimmjow said, smiling his signature insane grin, closing the door behind him.
"We can officially change the state of emergency to whatever color represents HOLY SHIT, I'M SCARED OUT OF MY FREAKIN' MIND!" Fakedo yelled to herself.