Orangette Destiny

The mysterious G.G.

Disclaimer – I don't own Bleach or Code Geass. Bleach is the property of Tite Kubo and Studio Pierrot and Code Geass is the property of Sunrise and Ichiro Okouchi.

Warnings – Strong abusive language, strong violence, Orihime possibly OOC, possible yuri (unsure yet) and possible lemons (again unsure)

The girl ran down the corridor as she made her escape from those… demons… or were they something else entirely? She did not know what her captors were. All she knew that they took on the forms of men when in reality they were really just evolved versions of strange creatures that, despite being mostly unique in appearance; all shared white bone like masks as their faces and holes somewhere on their bodies; mainly between the chest and stomach region where the heart should be.

In all honestly, the girl didn't know what to make of them. The ones who evolved and assumed human forms all seemed to have retained remnants of their masks and some even retained their holes, though in some cases, the holes had vanished completely. However, they all seemed to carry around some weapon on their person; mostly katana like swords, though she remembered seeing one tall guy carrying a huge black staff with two crescent-shaped blades at the end meeting back to back and at the other end were a few rings. It was a strange weapon and one of the likes the girl had never seen before. Even the inward crescent facing the staff had a blade, except at the part where the staff and blade met. She didn't know why this was… neither did she particularly care. All that mattered to her was freedom.

Freedom… how long had it been since she had experienced that? Over a hundred years, she reckoned. She could still remember the day she had practically signed off her freedom to that monstrosity of a man, Sosuke Aizen.

"Aizen," she spat, practically growling the name; her tone laced with venom and revulsion as if the name was of the devil himself.

Back then, she had been young, naïve, gullible and rather stupid. Desperate to change the lives of her world's people for the better, she had entered a contract that granted her a special power that her contractor said would help her in her quest… and it did. Her contractor had not been lying. However, her life had started going downhill when it had come time for her to fulfil her end of the deal. Her contractor, as it turned out had been immortal and it was his wish to die… that had been the terms of their contract. He'd give her the power she needed to fulfil her quest and in exchange, she'd grant him his wish.

Unfortunately, granting his wish had meant him passing on his immortality to her, allowing him to die. It also meant giving up the power she had been given and she could also bestow powers upon others just like her contractor had done and forge similar contracts of her own. At first, she had gladly accepted without so much as a second thought, but it wasn't long before she had discovered the downside of her immortality.

Her aging process had been frozen; she reckoned now that she was over a hundred and twenty-two-years-old and yet, she still looked as if she hadn't lived a day past her early twenties. Also, she had discovered that her immortality had rendered her unable to bare children, a major blow since she had wanted to become a mother at some point in her life and that had been ruined.

However, that wasn't anywhere near as damaging as the blow she received from her own family and friends. As she could no longer age, everyone around her had come to fear her, believing her to be some kind of witch. As they aged, she remained young and beautiful and eventually, her family had cast her out and she was left at the mercy of the fearful people who proceeded to try and kill her.

It was then that she discovered the true nature of her immortality. True; she could be killed, but her body would always revive itself and it would be as if nothing had happened. The people tried burning her at the stake, throwing her of a cliff, crushing her to death with a boulder… heck, they even tried decapitating and dismembering her, but somehow her body had managed to come back together. So the people decided that if they couldn't kill her, they'd make sure she never returned and they'd also ensure that she never walk freely in the world and had thrown her into a rather deep hole they had dug, effectively trapping her.

She cringed at those memories. How she longed for death. She had lost count of how many times she had cried herself to sleep; knowing that unless she found someone to enter a contract with, she'd never get her wish and yet, with all the pain she had suffered, she found herself unwilling to pass on her curse to another person as she knew they'd end up suffering the same kind of pain.

She honestly could not remember how long she spent down there in that accursed hole… days, weeks, months, years… decades perhaps, she had lost track. However, eventually it had seemed as if fate had decided to smile upon her as someone had come and rescued her. That man was none other than Sosuke Aizen… the man who now threatened the very fabric of existence itself and whom she vowed to stop.

Back when she met Aizen, she had believed him. He had told her that if she pledged her alliance to him, he'd give her a reason for living and eventually fulfil her wish. He seemed nice enough and had one of the kindest and most caring smiles anyone could possibly have; the sort that was impossible to say no to. Yes, he appeared kind and caring and even comforted her when she had broken down over how everyone had betrayed and abandoned her. There had been something about that man that the girl believed she could trust. He was like the incarnation of an angel.

However, eventually, she had discovered that everything she thought about Aizen had been nothing more than a careful constructed and organised façade. However, she had to admit that Aizen was a genius at hiding his true self. One look at his kind and caring façade and it would be impossible to imagine that that man could do anything wrong. She had been fooled; heck, Aizen's so-called allies had all been fooled. She knew that Aizen had built a reputation as one of the most popular people in the Seireitei because of his supposed kind and caring nature. However, the girl had learned that it was all nothing more than a cleverly executed ruse.

In truth, Aizen never really had any intentions of helping her. He only rescued her for his own benefit and he had forcibly forged a contract with her, gaining a power that she knew he would use to his own ends. Afterwards, he had brought her into another dimension and had given her to some mad scientist by the name of Mayuri Kurotsuchi who proceeded to perform unspeakable experiments on her and since Aizen had informed him of her immortality, Kurotsuchi didn't have to worry about her dying like most of his other "research specimens" and could do whatever he wanted to her without restraint.

That man was sick and cruel. He viewed everyone and everything round about him as nothing more than material for his sick and twisted research. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her every time she remembered her time with that man… no, monster was more like it. She constantly heard the screaming of Kurotsuchi's other "specimens" as he performed who knows what on them and she felt phantom sensations of the pain she had felt while with him.

She had no idea why a man like that was allowed to roam freely among society. He was clearly insane and had a complete and absolute disregard for his "specimens'" safety. Heck, he even treated his assistant like a slave; constantly yelling and beating her for even small insignificant things. If she asked him a question that he was unhappy with, it would earn her a verbal lashing or a brutal beating depending on his mood at the time.

"How can that poor thing possibly stand for that sort of treatment," the girl thought, cringing at how the poor girl would just apologise and do nothing about it, "Are his superiors even aware of what he does?"

Anyway, eventually those "men" had come and took her away from that psychotic madman and just when she thought her life was finally looking up; she had been shocked to discover that they were in fact in league with Aizen, who had openly betrayed his people and altered her outward appearance somewhat. No longer did he wear those rectangular glasses and he had swept his hair back with just a strand running down in front of his forehead between his eyes, though appeared to be close to his left eye.

Since then, she had been sealed away in a room in this barren palace… Las Noches, she believed Aizen had called it. However, it seemed as if luck had finally decided to side with her as when one of Aizen's subordinates came to check up on he, they had apparently forgotten to close the door behind them… well actually, they did close the door, but it had stopped before closing completely and was left ajar with just barely enough space her to squeeze out.

The door itself didn't have a lock, but with it being as heavy as it was, for someone like the girl, the door didn't need a lock. It was just too heavy for her to move by herself, though those men… demons or whatever they were could easily open and shut it. It was clear that they were stronger than normal humans and despite her immortality; she was unfortunately no granted with super strength along with it, thus making her room the perfect prison cell. The bars on the window that oversaw the endless desert in the endless night didn't help dissuade her observations.

"You were right Aizen," the girl said aloud with a humourless chuckle, "You have given me a reason to live just like you said. Just not in the way you believed I thought because my reason for living is to put a stop to you and your twisted ambitions. I'll make you regret forcing the power of Geass out of me for your own ends."

She continued to run along the corridor; each step hardening her resolve to bring down Aizen for what he had put her through at the hands of that nutcase, Kurotsuchi.

Tres Cifras was an area of Las Noches that Aizen showed no interest in whatsoever. It was an area where many Arrancar that Aizen has lost interest in resided; namely those Arrancar who had once held the rank of Espada and had been demoted due to the arrival of stronger and more skilled Arrancar. Since Aizen had created the Espada, there had been a change in membership as stronger Arrancar came along and the Espada found their ranks lowered and those whose rank was at the bottom, they were no longer considered an Espada and given a three-digit number. Those former Espada were known as Privaron Espada. Some of those who once held the title Espada died.

The Privaron Espada were pretty much left to themselves since Aizen was no longer interested in them, though many desired their old ranks back. The Espada were Aizen's closest subordinates and were privy to his most of his deepest secrets. However, since the Privarons were no longer Espada, they had lost that privilege. Aizen was only interested in strong Arrancar; not weaklings like them. They were done and dusted, past their sell-by date, used cars cast aside in favour of newer more state-of-the-art models. Since Aizen acquired the Hogyoku, naturally born Arrancar were quickly falling out of favour in light of the newer, artificially created Arrancar.

Anyway, the peacefulness of Tres Cifras was suddenly disturbed when an explosion occurred in one of the rooms that made up the area creating a huge hole. However, no one was around to notice and no one seemed aware that they had been breached.

"Ha, finally came to a decent looking place this time," came the voice of a young orange haired man; the one who had caused the explosion.

Fifteen-year-old Ichigo Kurosaki smirked at he emerged from the dust that fell from the explosion he caused when he burst through the wall. He along with his friends, Uryu Ishida, Yasutora "Chad" Sado, Renji Abarai and Rukia Kuchiki had come to Hueco Mundo in order to rescue their captured friend, Orihime Inoue from Sosuke Aizen after she was captured during an Arrancar invasion of Karakura Town. The invasion itself had simply been nothing more than a diversion; to direct the Soul Reapers' attention away from their true objective. Not only that, but Ichigo knew that Orihime had visited him before leaving. He had just been beaten again off that Arrancar, Grimmjow and when he awoke the next day, he found that his wounds had been fully healed; evidence that Orihime had been there.

Unfortunately, that old guy, Yamamoto believed that Orihime had turned traitor willingly and had rather harshly abandoned her without hesitation, feeling that a mission to Hueco Mundo would be suicide and that the lives of the populace of Karakura Town were more important than Orihime. Basically, he felt that they should be concentrating more on the upcoming battles than saving the life of someone who may have possibly betrayed them and even if he was wrong, he clearly felt that Orihime was a lost cause. The needs of the many far outweighed the needs of the few… or in this case, the needs of the one.

Yet, despite knowing that logic and how true it was, Ichigo simply just could not just sit back and accept it. He knew in his heart that Orihime would never betray them and guessed that Yamamoto's assumption was what Aizen had been hoping for. Even though he didn't know Aizen all that well and never really had a proper conversation with him, he knew Aizen from what Renji, who had once served under him in squad five of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, had said enough to know how he thinks. He knew from Aizen's actions after Rukia's failed execution enough to know that he had everything well thought out in advance. Aizen was someone who didn't fear failure. In fact, he pretty much prepares for it and finds ways of turning it into success. With that in mind, Ichigo deduced that Aizen planned for everyone to believe that Orihime had gone willingly and betrayed them, therefore making it easier to gain her loyalty as Orihime would undoubtably believe that she had been abandoned and would see Aizen as the only source of comfort.

"Not if I have anything to say about it, jackass," he thought bitterly as his look hardened; glaring ahead at the corridor in front of him.

"A crossroad," Uryu's voice came, bringing Ichigo back to reality.

"How do we know which door to go through?" Renji asked, causing Ichigo to look around and study their surroundings.

The room itself was pretty big with a dark blue titled floor and huge high-rise yellow walls. In front of the group were five huge doorways; each one highlighted by an old medieval style torch above them and bluish grey lines that ran from the floor up to the ceiling between the doorways. The fiery torches were held in place by red circular outcrops in the wall.

Before anyone could answer Renji's question however, everyone suddenly felt the familiar sensation of the air round about them becoming heavier… an indication of powerful spiritual pressure. None of them knew who it belonged to… in fact, it felt like multiple spiritual pressures combining together giving off the illusion of one immense spiritual pressure.

"Nel," Ichigo said as he turned to face a small child with bluish green hair and greyish brown eyes.

However, as he opened his mouth to continue, he suddenly became aware of the sound of footsteps that seemed to be getting louder and from the sound of it; whoever those footsteps belonged to was obviously running.

"Damn it," he thought as his grip on his zanpakuto tightened, "We don't have time for this."

He had been about to tell Nel and her two Hollow friends that it was dangerous for them to remain with them due to the immense spiritual pressure they felt. After all; they could not fight at their full strength if they had those three to worry about. Aside from Nel's hair and eye colours, she only wore a brown ragged cloak over her small body and a white cartoonish mask of what looked like a human skull atop her head with a crack-line on the left hand side. Nel also had a strange scar between her eyes that looked like some kind of mark than anything else and she also had what seemed to be red paint running underneath her eyes along her nose from the end of one eye to the end of the other.

As for her two Hollow Friends, Pesche Guatiche and Dondochakka Bilstin… they seemed too stupid to be Hollows and left Ichigo wondering if perhaps they were rather stupid when they were still human and their stupidity carried over into their personalities as Hollows. He also had to wonder if their stupidity had made them outcasts in the Hollow community. After all; they certainly didn't act like Hollows and no doubt the other Hollows probably viewed them as disgraces to their kind.

"Probably too stupid to realise that they're supposed to devour souls to sustain themselves," Ichigo grumbled as he briefly glanced back at the odd trio.

Pesche was long and skinny with blonde hair and his mask seemed more like a cross between a horse and an insect with small curved horns at the top and what appeared to be mandibles at the bottom. His right eye was covered over with a small dark purple cloth, leaving only his left eye visible, which was yellow. He appeared to wear a dark purple jumpsuit with a lighter purple loin cloth round his waist along with white body armour on his upper torso with a semi-circle at the centre of the bottom where his Hollow hole was in his stomach area. He also wore white boots that went up to his knees and white arm guards that went from his wrists to his elbows and his hands seemed to be white or perhaps he was wearing gloves; Ichigo couldn't be sure.

As for Dondochakka, he looked as if he was an absolute joke. He was short and rather pudgy with white skin and unlike Pesche, was barefoot and seemed to wear a yellow one-piece pyjama suit with huge dark greyish green polka dots on the back. His mask looked a lot like it was some kind of tiki mask, not to mention it looked as if it were obviously fake with red markings round about the eye areas and down the centre of the chin. The red markings also ran round the mouth, giving the appearance of lips and the eyes were yellow with small vertical lines running down them with a small black circle in the centre of each eye that appeared to be more like eye-holes than pupils. In short, he looked more like a clown than a Hollow.

In any case, Ichigo brought his attention back to the centre doorway, where the footsteps were coming from and, clenching his hands round the end of his zanpakuto, he got ready to lash out at whoever would emerge.

"Who do you think it could be?" Chad asked curiously as he transformed his right arm and gather spiritual energy in his fist.

"I don't know, but when they appear, they're dead meat," Ichigo replied as he raised his zanpakuto above his head, "Getsuga Ten…!"

As he was about to bring his zanpakuto down and release the spiritual energy he'd gathered at its tip, seeing the person running towards him caused him to stop in his tracks… not because it was someone he recognised, but because he was surprised to see that it was a girl who; though she was dressed in the same kinds of clothes as the Arrancar, she had neither a Hollow hole nor mask remnants on her person.

"A… h-h-human…?" Rukia spluttered in shock.

"What the hell?" Renji added, just as stunned as Rukia was.

"Most interesting," Uryu stated simply ad he readjusted his glasses slightly.

"This is… unexpected," Chad simply stated, unsure what to make of it

"Just what's going on here?" Ichigo asked no one in particular.

The girl herself, who looked desperate to get out of the place, had long bleach-blonde hair that ran down behind her to her ankles and she also had deep purplish blue eyes. Like the Arrancar she wore white clothing with black outline. Her clothing consisted of a white sleeves shirt with a black line running down the centre to highlight the zipper and a circular hole in the lower abdomen area showing off her navel. Everyone guessed that that was where the Hollow hole was supposed to be. Round her waist was a thick black line at a slightly diagonal angle going upwards from left to right. This was supposedly a belt, Ichigo figured. Anyway, the girl also wore a white wavy skirt that went down to her knees and sandals along with black tabi that went up the length of her lower legs.

However, what was most shocking of all was that the girl had a foreign look about her, indicating that she was of seemingly western origin.

The girl suddenly came to a stop once she noticed that her path was blocked and her expression became fearful as she took a few steps back.

"W-who are you people?" she asked in a terrified tone, as she was clearly about to turn and run back down the way she came, "Are you friends of "his"?"

Everyone present couldn't help but flinch as the amount of hateful venom laced in her voice when she said the word, "his".

"If ya mean Sosuke Aizen, then you're wrong," Ichigo said in a rather dark tone with an infuriated look in his eyes, "He ain't no friend of ours."

"That's right," Renji spoke up in agreement in a somewhat insulted tone, "That deceivin' bastard's no friend of ours; not after what everything he's done."

The girl studied their facial expressions, unsure whether or not to believe them, but the disgusted and insulted looks on their faces told her that they were being truthful and it was clear that they were offended that she had thought them as Aizen's allies. In all honesty, she didn't mean to make that assumption, but considering the situation she was in, she could not trust anyone as trusting the wrong person could very well land her back with Aizen.

"Y-you hate him t-to?" she asked as if the possibility of others hating Aizen was impossible.

"Yeah, we hate him," Rukia said in a disgusted voice with venom dripping from her voice, "Bastard tried to have me executed because I unknowingly had something he wanted and I didn't know what until he revealed his true colours."

"He also kidnapped a friend of ours and we're on our way to rescue her; that's why we're here," Uryu put in, deciding to explain their presence here to ease the girl's suspicions.

"Who are you anyway?" Ichigo demanded, staring at the girl with a suspicious glare.

It was clear that he was just as suspicious of the girl as she was of them.

"And why shouldn't he be?" the girl thought to herself, "For all they know he probably suspects a trap meant to lull them into a false sense of security."

That thought pretty much disgusted her… that they'd believe she was in league with that horrible man, but then again; she believed the same of them and knowing how smart Aizen was, she would not put it past him for him to use ordinary people secretly loyal to him to spy on his enemies. It was clear from the young man's suspicious glare that he was no lackey of Aizen's. She scanned his features, looking for signs of deception and found none and from the looks of it, he was doing the same.

"My real name has long since died since I was cast out by my family and people," she replied to Ichigo's question, "I am now only referred to as G.G.."

"G two?" Ichigo said in confusion before his glare returned, "What sort of a name is that? It's more of a codename than an actual name."

"Like I said, my real name is dead," the girl, G.G. replied with a shrug, "I am nothing more than an outcast; feared and despised by my people."

There was an evident amount of sorrow in her voice as she spoke with a small hint of anger laced in with it and Ichigo and the others could not help but sympathise with her. Especially Ichigo, since he knew that she would have a lot in common with Shinji Hirako and his gang of Vizards who were all once Soul Reapers who became outcasts because of their involvement in Hollowfication research.

Even though he didn't know the story of the Vizards, he guessed from the way they talked about it that like him; they didn't get their Hollow powers by choice. He could tell by the bitterness in their voice whenever they talked about it during his time with them. He didn't know how they became Vizards, but because of it, they had become outcasts and he could understand their hatred towards the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, which was why he didn't trust them. The Vizards were clearly against Aizen, but they had no love for the Soul Society either. Why would they after the persecution they suffered? There was only one possibility and that was that the Vizards were on no one's side but their own as a third party group and Ichigo could not help but wonder if they had some ulterior motive in mind.

Anyway, he knew that suffering similar persecution, this G.G. would probably fit in quite well with the Vizards.

"Your real name's dead?" Renji asked with a look of confusion on his face, "What was your real name then?"

"It doesn't matter," G.G. said, shaking her head, "Besides I don't like talking about my past. I only have one purpose in life now."

"Which is?" Uryu asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

"To bring down Sosuke Aizen before his plans bring about the Apocalypse," G.G. replied with a determined look on her face, causing everyone to gasp in shock.

"Bring about the Apocalypse?" Rukia said; her tone a bit fearful, "Surely you exaggerate. I mean, his plans are centred round Karakura Town."

"Yeah, I don't see how creating the Okan can cause the end of the world," Ichigo said in agreement as he remembered Orihime coming and telling him what Yamamoto had told her about Aizen's plans, "All he needs to do is sacrifice a hundred thousand souls as a specific point in the world; a Jureichi and he can create a key known as the Okan that enables him to travel to the King of the Soul Society's dimension so he can kill him."

"That's just the tip of the iceberg," G.G. informed the group, "His plans run far deeper than that.

Everyone else's eyes widened at G.G.'s statement.

"I don't know what they are for sure," she went on, ignoring the startled looks on their faces, "But I do know that if he's not stopped, the consequences could be more catastrophic than humanly thought possible. I'm talking about the destruction of the fabric of existence itself."

"H-how do you know this?" Ichigo asked in a tone of disbelief and a look of shock on his face.

"Because, he's experimenting with the concept of inter-dimensional travel," G.G. replied without hesitation and with conviction in her voice, "As I said, I don't know what he's up to, but it involves inter-dimensional travel and messing with dimensional fabrics could prove disastrous. I come from a world different from yours."

"Inter-dimensional travel, ha," Ichigo scoffed, waving it off as utter nonsense, "That's so sci-fi. I'll admit that recently I've come across things that I thought only existed in people's head, but inter-dimensional travel… that's a bit much."

"You really think so huh?" G.G. said, giving a glare, to which Ichigo nodded with a boastful look on his face.

"Idiot," Rukia muttered, clearly annoyed at Ichigo's dismissive attitude.

"I am from another dimension," G.G. stated unwaveringly.

"Whatever," Ichigo sighed, clearly bored, "Listen, I don't mean to change the subject and all, but do you know where Orihime's kept?"

"Orihime, you mean your friend you're here to save?" G.G. said, deciding to drop the previous subject as she knew arguing would do no good; this boy was just too darn stubborn and would not be swayed without irrefutable proof.

"Uh huh," Chad said in confirmation, "She has long orange hair, grey eyes, big boobs an wear two snowflake hairpins, have you seen her."

G.G.'s eyes widened at the "big boobs" comment and Ichigo and his group just looked at him in surprise.

"I never took you for the kind of guy that would turn out to be a pervert Chad," Ichigo said, unable to keep the astonishment out of his voice.

"I didn't mean to sound perverted, but you know that Orihime has bigger than average… assets," Chad said in his defence before looking directly at G.G., "I do apologise for that remark Miss G.G.. I quite assure you that I'm no pervert."

G.G. just shook her head.

"Think nothing of it," she said in a dismissive tone as she waved it off, "However; I'm afraid I haven't seen her."

"What?" Ichigo said in a shocked and somewhat demanding tone as he glared at G.G..

"Ever since I arrived here, I've been isolated in one of the rooms here," G.G. explained with a bitter edge to her tone as she remembered her time in her "cell", "I honestly didn't know Aizen had another prisoner. As far as I knew, I was his only one. I only managed to escape because the guy that checked up one forgot to check if the door was closed properly."

"So you've been isolated here since you arrived here?" Rukia asked in a shocked tone, "But what could Aizen possibly want with you?"

"I'm not sure," G.G. replied with a cringe, remembering what Aizen had forced her to give him, "He forced me to give him power and afterwards, I believed that my usefulness to him expired, but he must clearly have some use for me if he's keeping me around, though what, I don't know. I don't even know how long I've been here. Most of my life was spent in isolation after everyone else betrayed and abandoned me. I lost my perception of time long ago."

Ichigo and the others could not help but feel a pang of sympathy for the poor girl and they noted the sadness in her tone as she spoke. It was clear that whatever had happened to her was painful for her to remember.

"W-why did your people persecute you?" Ichigo asked hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter anymore," G.G. replied with a sad sigh, "All that matters is stopping Aizen before it's too late."

Ichigo opened his mouth to protest, but a glare from G.G. shut him up. It was clear that she didn't want to talk about it. He remembered lashing out at Rukia when she told him the possibility that his mother was killed by a Hollow before learning the truth. Back then, Rukia had been so insensitive and he knew that if he persisted in trying to get the truth from G.G., it would make him just as insensitive, if not more than Rukia had been that day. Just as he nodded as if to say, "Fair enough", he suddenly noticed a strange looking mark on the side of G.G.'s left arm near the top where her shoulder was. The mark consisted of two diagonal lines moving downwards towards one another and once they were so far, they became two straight lines that when downwards for a distance before becoming diagonal again, moving downwards and meeting up and forming a point.

G.G. looked down at it, noticing that Ichigo had spotted it.

"Probably just a birthmark," Ichigo said aloud in a dismissive tone as he shrugged his shoulder upon noticing that G.G. noticed that he had spotted the mark.

It seemed to clam G.G.'s jitteriness over the possibility of having to dodge explaining something that she didn't want to. However, Ichigo knew that it was not just a harmless birthmark. He didn't know why, but he sensed something about that mark and wondered if it was part of the reason as to why she was persecuted. Curiosity had worked its way into his mind and the mark had peaked his interest. The mark itself looked as if it were a crest of some kind, though Ichigo could not be sure.

"Just what are you G.G. or whatever your name is?" he thought, giving her a serious look, determined to unravel the mysteries that surrounded her, "Could we have found a potential ally in you or are you simply out for yourself?"

"Hey G.G., now that you've escaped, what will you do now?" he asked, giving her a curious stare.

Everyone else stared at her with the same curious look on their faces.

G.G. looked somewhat surprised by this question and found herself spluttering to answer.

"Are you offering me an alliance?" she asked, once she regained her composure, giving the group of five a serious stare.

"No," Ichigo responded, shaking his head, "We're simply curious as to what you plan to do now that you've escaped from your room."

"I-I-I don't know," G.G. replied in a low voice, realising that she had not given it much thought at all.

All that had mattered to her was escaping from Aizen. Nothing else seemed to matter to her. She had prioritised her escape above all else that now that she thought about it, she did not have any sort of game plan as to what she was going to do afterwards. She knew that she would have to face Aizen eventually, as it was clear he still had a usefulness for her and would no doubt come after her once he learned of her escape and with no plan as what she was going to do, her recapture would undoubtably be inevitable.

"You don't know?" Uryu said in confusion, "Do you realise where you are?"

G.G. just shook her head and remained silent; unable to find the courage to speak.

"You're in Hueco Mundo, the dimension that exists between the World of the Living and the Soul Society," Uryu went on to explain, "There's no way out of here unless you can create a Garganta. Hollows can do this naturally, but for people like us, a special machine is needed. A friend of ours helped us get here with one of those machines. There's no where to go here. Even if you managed to get outside the walls, there's nothing but an endless desert in perpetual night and underneath the desert if the Menos Forest where most Hollows reside. I'm sorry, but without the means to create a Garganta, you're stuck here in this hellish dimension."

G.G.'s eyes widened in shock over that revelation. Not only had she not planned far enough ahead as to what she was going to do once she was free, she also realised that she hadn't thought about how she was going to escape the dimension she was currently in. She had just assumed that there was a portal somewhere that led out of the dimension. She hadn't considered the possibility that she could have been wrong and now as the reality of her situation started to cave in around her, she found herself falling to her knees as depression started to set in.

"I can see that you didn't really think this through," Uryu commented, somewhat harshly.

"Hey come on Uryu, cut her some slack," Ichigo spoke up in G.G.'s defence, "She's been Aizen's prisoner for who knows how long. I'd certain wouldn't be thinking clearly if I was in her position."

"So what do you propose we do about it?" Renji asked curiously, having remained quiet this whole time.

Ichigo sighed as he rubbed his temples.

"I guess we have no other choice," he said, shaking his head, "She's going to have to come with us."

Author's Notes – Well that chapter took a bit longer than I thought… so long that I couldn't get everything that I wanted to cover in As many of you have probably guessed, I set this just as they broke into the main area of Las Noches and came to the multi-path room. Just how will G.G.'s presence affect things? As for G.G. herself, I know I gave her back-story right away. However, there are things I left out, still giving her that air of mystery about her. Anyway, no Orihime or Shirley this chapter. I wanted to concentrate on Ichigo and co as well as introduce G.G., who'll have a secondary role in this story (Orihime and Shirley will have the main roles) along Ichigo, Lelouch, C.C. and their friends and no, it won't be Orihime or Shirley becoming super strong and beating Aizen. Anyway, as you probably already know, Aizen already has the power of Geass and I'm planning on having Ichigo having a Geass as well. Next time, Ichigo gets his Geass and the rest… you'll have to wait and see.