The dust cleared out the now decrepit throne room with a gust of wind, allowing the sun to fully shine on the poor girl.

The new Orihime Inoue looked more mature then old one. Her hair was fuller, and wavier. Her bangs had been pushed to side, hanging over her ears. Her bust was fuller, her back straighter and her other curves more pronounced.

Under her eyes, red half circles adorned her like bags. A couple fragments was all that remained of the mask. Ragged, twisted white Swatstika's were the only remnants of her hairpins, fused to her temples like molten steel. Her Shun Shun Rikka had clearly been fused with to her with neither of the kind fairies in sight. Her face was no longer an innocent one instead replaced with a Lascivious smirk and lewd eyes.

"So, Inoue san, how do you like your new powers?" Aizen asked, his satisfied smirk unmistakable.

Orihime purred at the compliment. "They feel good Aizen-sama! Almost too good…" Orihime ripped off her sleeves, tore open the top of her outfit to show some of her large cleavage and slashed open her skirt to show some of her legs. Orihime moaned at the feel of cool air of skin, and the thought of the look on Kurosaki Kun's and the rest's faces when they saw her. Don't worry, once I teach you a lesson, I'll play with you for a long time, Kurosaki Kun! Sado kun, I wonder how kind you'd be a gentle giant when you learn what happened to me! And Tatsuki, you useless bitch, I don't need you anymore! Orihime giggled like the teen she once was, savoring her thoughts, as she planned what she would do with her former "friends".

Aizen showed no interest in Orihime's exposure. Instead, he examined her with scientific lenses. Her reiatsu was definitely magnicent, almost worthy of being placed in a rank above the top five Espada. To his surprise instead of one zanpakuto there was two, one a black tanto, the other a white daito, with the tsuba shaped into a flower. Patterning the hilts were black skulls and red teardrops, a clear indication of the weapon's purpose. These were not used to protect but to kill.

Aizen was curious about her change of personality. He thought that she would be a vegetable like Wonderweiss or that he would have to use Kyoka Suigetsu to reprogram her. Instead she had come subservient and loyal like an abused puppy. This is a human's true form. Once you break them, they are no different than hollows.

He and the hogyoku must have a similar, cruel sense of humor. This caricature of Inoue was nothing like the old her, almost night and day when compared to the old one, a sick and pale imitation the opposite of everything she once was.

Aizen laughed inwardly at the thought of the look on her friends faces, but regained focus. Now with Inoue a hollow she wouldn't just be some useless ploy. She was now a slightly useful pawn like the rest of them.

"Aizen sama? What do you want me to do?" It was an innocent question for someone who was far from it.

Aizen decided it was time for a change of espada. Grimmjow and Nnoitira were a liability. He needed one of them to go.

Besides, he needed another guinea pig to see just how powerful Inoue was.

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The sands were quiet with nothing but the twilight slowly breaking into dawn to hearken Nnoitira and Tesra back to their lodgings. They were both too brutal to appreciate this, but not too primitive to sense a fight incoming.

"Do you sense them? I'll take care of them if you-

Nnoitira slapped Tesra. "What the fuck I tell you about making me look weak? Do it again and I'll cut your head off." Tesra silently took the punishment and went out of his master's way. Nnoitira was excited. Perhaps Starrk or Barragon had finally got off their lazy asses, or even better maybe Harribel was there. Oh fuck yes, let it be that cunt.

He thrusted his index finger towards the ground, generating yellow waves towards his targets. Sadly, it appeared that he was going to be disappointed. They were five of them, but weren't espada, or even Fraccion. They were just five numeros. Four men and a woman.

Nnotira smiled with his naturally unsettling grin. Perhaps he could have some fun.

It didn't matter. If he just used his natural senses, he wouldn't have needed pequisa to judge how weak they were. By the way their reiastu flowed, it was clear that they have much control over their reiastu. Nnoitira

Two of the men were slashed open with their entrails dirtying the pure white grains before they could even release their swords. One managed to release his Zanpakuto, his body changing into a cobra right as he was cut vertically in half. The fourth one ran away, but not before Nnoitira cut his legs off.

"Oh Fuck my Legs! Please I'm sorry, I won't attack you again, just please have mercy!"

Nnoitira spat in his face and turned towards the bitch. He had no intention of finishing the coward off. He had already forgotten what they had looked like, bored out of his mind by how easy it was to take care of them.

Instead he faced the bitch. She looked barely thirteen with her short black hair and spectacle shaped mask remnants. She was even dressed as a boy, probably to fool herself into thinking she wasn't just useless like all the other cunts.

"What the fuck er you doing here?" Nnoitira spat at the girl. To his surprise the girl didn't back away in fear, but instead stood her ground. That pissed him off.

"I said what the fuck are you doing here!" He raised his reiastu finally getting the result he wanted when she fell to her knees and started shaking. Nnotiira chuckled. "Hmm, just like a woman to cower from the man. 'Why don't you go back to your dolls cunt?"

The girl looked up at him, gave him a nasty glare and spat.

Nnoitira's blood boiled as he stared at the dumb bitch. Who the fuck did she think she was? He was the strongest yet some bitch was treating him like she was nothing? Nnoitira was so angry he didn't even use sonido. The Bitch was so weak she couldn't even attack back or run away when he kicked her.

The breath was knocked out of the girl as she flew backwards a few hundred feet before skidding on the sand. The girl tried to breathe only to find frothy and copper tasting stuck in her throat. She couldn't even move below her neck as she began to feel drowsy, her body lighter than a feather as the blackness hit her…

"What's the matter Nnoitita Kun? Do killing ants really make you feel like a man?" A familiar voice spoke behind as Nnoitira was about to laugh in victory.

Who da the fuck do you think you a- Nnoitira stopped in the middle of rage when he saw who exactly was behind him.

Standing tall and austere was the girl who Aizen had brought into Las Noches, no longer weak and cowering. Nnoitira was aghast. How the fuck did she escape? Weaklings. Fucking weaklings who couldn't handle one woman! At the same time, he was relishing the opportunity to teach "Pet-Sama" a few personal tricks. Perhaps Aizen would let him guard her now that she had proven herself most untrustworthy.

When he took a closer look, he realized something was up. For one, the girl had white stars on her temples and sheathed swords…

Swords!

Aizen had turned the cunt into a arrancar. Why the fuck Aizen would turn her into one of them? It didn't matter though. He would just consume her like the rest!

"Heh, so Aizen was stupid enough to think you were useful to us. Did you roll over and suck his cock when he gave you those swords?" Nnoitira didn't need to go all out for this weak bitch.

Inoue made a pouty face. "You shouldn't talk about Aizen-Sama like that. No wonder he asked me to kill you!"

Nnotira was taken aback. What the fuck did she just say? Huh. She must have gone batshit insane. Like Aizen would ever replace him with her!

"Why are you just standing there?" Orihime said irritated. "I want to kill you! Don't tell me your scared!"

Nnoitira snarled and yelled incoherently. "You, dumb cunt! Who d'you think you're talking to! He threw his enormous double bladed scythe at her watching it billow in the wind as it was shot towards her like a bullet. Yes, I'll take you out in blow, and if you're alive I'll teach you some of the tricks I had planned! You'll know your place when you're calling me master!

Nnotira blinked and she was in front of him. With the look of a teacher about to punish a naughty student, in a blink of the eye horizontally slashed Nnoitira's cheeks open.

Orihime giggled. "I think that's a better look on you. At least you look prettier!"

Nnoitira just froze disbelieving. She cut through my hierro?

"What? Are you so stupid that you thought no one could ever make bleed?"

"No this isn't happening! No one can cut through my hierro! Especially A women!"

Inoue responded with a vulpine smirk. "Your move hun."

Nnoitira screamed enraged to the heavens. He dragged the chain of his crescent blade back towards him till he picked up the hilt. He hoisted the blade over his shoulder and sprinted to Inoue.

"YOU CUNT." Nnoitira swung his heavy blade at Inoue but she teleported behind him and slashed his back. Nnoitira turned around and kept swinging his blade uselessly at the dodging Inoue, not so much as cutting a hair on her lovely skin.

Inoue had no such problem. She masterfully dodged every blow (some with Sonido, others with just her natural reflexes) cutting and prodding his flesh as if he was a voodoo doll. When he thrusted his blade at her neck she simply tilted to the side and stabbed him in the shoulder. When he aimed for her legs she simply jumped and cut open his face, removing the eyepatch and showing his mask fragments. She hopped a few yards backwards when Nnoitira tried to cleave her in half with one big swing.

Nnoitira grunted, licked the wounds on his right arm and stuck his tongue out. Golden energy ebbed in a spiral as a Gran Rey Cero formed. Nnoitira wasted no time firing it. He was too mad to wait for it to properly charge. As the Cero sped towards Inoue, she cut it in half with her Daito without even blinking.

Nnoitira watched in horror as Cero fragments each exploded a few feet next to her creating enormous craters. "No! I've gotten stronger! How are you still standing?"

"Well obviously you're not strong enough to kill me. You really are a disappointment. I picked you over Grimmjow because you're supposedly the strongest. But it appears you're just as weak and pathetic as I thought you were."

Nnoitira laughed, refusing to believe the truth. He wasn't going to die to her! It would never, never be a woman who kills him!

"Pray, Santa Teresa!"

A golden aura filled the air and shockwaves kicked up sand as Nnoitira released his true power. His wounds were sealed shut and his energy returned. He pulled out the scythes so reminiscent of the pincers of a mantis and once again sprinted towards Inoue.

This time she had to block his strikes. Up, Up, Down, Left, Right, it didn't matter he was winning!

Or so he thought when his scythes finally struck her. Instead of cutting off her head, they all just shattered into millions of little shards.

"Are you done?" Nnoitira just stared at the ruins of his weapons his mouth agape as he struggled to process what had happened. "Still shocked? I think it's time I smashed you like the worm you are!"

Orihime quickly and elegantly stabbed Nnoitira Gilga in the stomach. The blade glowed a golden aura as Nnoitira felt something explode in his guts. Nnoitira Gilga, Fifth Espada finally fell to his knees, at the mercy of one of the things he hated the most.

"You finally get it do you? You were never a match for me. I was playing with the whole time, and you didn't surprise me once. You really are a pathetic man. Now wait here. I need to find someone to cut my hair."

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That was seriously the most awesome fight I had ever written! It's even better when you listen to the Tokyo Ghoul theme!

Anyway I know I'm a filthy liar, but I could resist! After I saw it explode with 5 favorites and 11 follows I had to update this!

So How did you guys like this chapter? I honestly hope you are as satisfied as I was!