"Is she asleep?" Aizen's voice whispered in the darkness; causing me to stir a little
"Yes, I believe so. Shall we prepare for injection?" Master Ulquiorra. . .
"Yes. Szayel,"
"Yes sir." The pink haired man's voice echoed in my mind.
Voices, I could hear the slightest whisper of voices somewhere off in the distance of my eternally black dreamscape. Why can't I dream properly in Hueco Mundo? Why is it black and infinite? Suddenly, a cold sensation warped through my body.
My neck- what are they doing to my neck?!
My cobalt eyes shot open to see Szayel standing over me, with a bloody syringe in hand. Without even thinking, I jolt up, grab his arm and flip him onto the bed; a tactic in which he didn't see coming. I straddled him and wrap my pale and pristine hands around his neck. The little bastard!
"Ayame," I heard Lord Aizen's voice call out to me from somewhere inside the room. I look over my shoulder and find him smiling at me leaning against the bedpost.
"Yes sir?" I squeaked out, I swallowed hard. This is the one person that I knew I was truly afraid of.
"Please, remove yourself from my subordinate, and allow me to explain." He calmly responds. Cautiously, I release my hold of Szayel's neck and drag my weak body off of his. I sit on the corner of the bed as Szayel sits up.
"Shall I continue?" He asked, holding the needle up to my neck, I quickly suck in my breath; panicking. I never liked needles. I hated them. They hurt like a son of a bitch, and they were pointless in my opinion. Aizen crouched down to my level and placed his large hand over my tiny one. I couldn't help but imagine his hands eating mine. It was a scary thought.
"Not yet. Ayame, you see, in order to become one of us, we must inject you with Arrancar blood, in this case, Ulquiorra's," he gestures to my master who crossed his arms and glared at me with disgust. I avoided his gaze."Szayel got the idea that perhaps introducing Arrancar blood into a human would result in them inheriting and copying their powers. I ask that you participate in his experiment. I want you to be the strongest, most powerful Arrancar in my army, Ayame. Please allow this." I thought about this for a moment, this was just an experiment? There is a 50/50 chance that this doesn't even work? And what if it kills me? What should I do?
Then it hit me- what choice did I have? What would happen if I refuse? A shudder crept down my spine at that horrible thought. I have to play by their rules- not mine. I have to be the obedient dog right now, I have to agree.
With a small sigh, I gave a curt nod while my eyes flutter shut. Aizen pats my hand lightly.
"Szayel, proceed." He commanded. I held my breath as his giant shadow cascades over my tiny form, I tried to make myself as tiny as I possibly could, I did not like this sort of attention- well, that would be a lie. I would love this sort of attention from anyone, but not from these people. I hated how they looked at me with sickening interest in their starving eyes.
Szayel pushed some of my hair to the side; revealing my skinny pale neck to him. I didn't have to look to know the silly smile he had on his face; oh, he must love this. He must really enjoy the pain I'm feeling right now. I heard him give a tiny school-girl chuckle before sliding the needle through. I winced, the blood. . . No, it wasn't blood. It felt like pure acid.
"Stop it please! It-it's BURNING ME!" I screamed and clutched the pink haired scientist's wrist.
"It burns?" Aizen smooth voice questioned. I screamed out once more, it ran through my veins; spreading the pain like a wild-fire throughout my entire body. "Ulquiorra, hold her down."
"Yes sir," I felt hands wrap around my wrists and ankles as they pinned me down to the bed.
W-why would they do this to me?
Suddenly, I stopped screaming. I bit my bottom lip as silent tears streamed down the apples of my cheeks.
"Beautiful, truly magnificent." Aizen said, after he removed his grasped from my ankles. "I suppose it's only fit to call her sister now, Ulquiorra."
What were they talking about?
"My, my! The resemblance is almost scary!" Szayel dramatically said. I sat up glancing down at my figure- my eyes almost falling out of my head! My beautiful skin. . . It was now paperwhite and very rough to the touch. My hands though, my nails were foreverly a shade darker than night itself. Oh God. . . I jump up to my feet and made a run for the bathroom. I hold myself up by my weak elbows as I glance in the mirror.
A sob broke through my system. I looked like him. . . My eyes had the tiniest glimmer of green in the oceans of my eyes, my upper lip was relatively a shade of black while my bottom lip held a blood rose red color, and did my boobs get bigger!? I'm at least a DD now! I looked so lifeless, so inhuman. . .
"Why would you do this to me?" I cried out to myself.
Speak for yourself, do you have any idea how much that brat's blood hurt me?!
"Go away. . . I don't need you right now. . . Ichigo, oh Ichigo!" I cried even harder, my hand covering my mouth. How was I going to survive this place? When they just keep breaking me down and building me up.
Buck up child! You promised yourself, you were going to become stronger and this is your opportunity to do just that. Now you either accept it wholeheartedly, or just allow yourself to get killed. Either option is better than hearing you cry all the fucking time!
For once, she was right. I'm stronger than this.
With newfound confidence, I strode out the bathroom door; all eyes on me.
"All better, Princess?" Szayel mocked my feelings, serves him right to. I didn't deserve to cry like that, crying only exposes weakness.
"I was just a little startled from the transformation. That's all." I say, strongly and proudly and cross my arms.
"Well, if that's all, then get changed and join us in the dining hall for breakfast." With that said, they left; leaving me to my thoughts. I was going to be brave, I promised myself, yet tears began welling in the corners of my eyes. I have to be strong, but I can't help the thought. . . What would Ichigo think about my new body? Why does that even matter? He's not even here!
A heavy sigh escaped past my red and black lips, I turn on heel and retrieved my folded uniform from the mahogany bedside table before turning into the bathroom. I sat my clothes on the corner ledge of the sink, when my reflection caught my eye. I stopped what I was doing and observed my reflection. I didn't even know who I was anymore. I've changed so much over these past couple of days, enough that I couldn't even recognize myself. I was becoming this they wanted me to be; the enemy Ichigo hates.
But I had to admit, I was fucking sexy! I lifted my black nightgown over my head and my new breasts bounced right out! I got a closer look at my new body, every curve was perfectly sculpted, my ass and legs were maliciously toned and crafted, my tummy fat was gone and replaced with the light outline of my abs and my breasts! I could imagine Ichigo's nose suddenly bleeding at this.
Ok, enough, I thought while putting on my uniform. But I couldn't but admire how my outfit outlined and highlighted every curve of my new body. I walk out of the bathroom with a new smile on my pale attractive features; nothing could take away my new confidence.
"Wow!" That voice again. . ."Who would'a thought you could become more beautiful. . ." I crinkled my nose at his disgusting compliment. I froze in my place, I couldn't breathe. Just his mere presence is enough to chill to the very core. He stalked toward me like a predator stalks it's prey, that sickening look in his eyes just like the night before.
"What are you doing in my room?" I ask coldly, eyeing his every move.
He shrugs. "Heard you were finally injected and wanted to see how you were, but," I could feel his green-lined eyes travel every inch of my new body. "Clearly the injection was very successful." He smirked darkly down at me. I didn't hold back.
Slap!
My hand came in contact with his pale features. Hard. A small grin perched on the corners of my midnight and vermillion lips, I was honestly proud of what I did. Serves him right for thinking he could treat me like that. I felt so strong. I've never felt this way before. I like it.
But all at once that moment of glory was taken away from me. The fire in his blue eyes returned, he gritted his teeth and pushed me up against the wall.
"You little bitch," He growled at me, as he pinned my arms above my head. "You think you can just treat me like that? Huh?!" I clenched my jaw to keep the tears from leaking out. I was truly terrified but I refused to let it show; especially to an Espada. "How do you like it, bitch?" He slaps me right across the face with enough power to leave a purple hand-shaped bruise on my paperwhite flesh. I whimper slightly at the pain, as he suddenly grips my chin with his forefinger and thumb; looking deep into my soul. I know he could see it- the sick pleasure I was feeling when he hit me.
A smile curved onto his face,
"I going to have so much fun with you." He whispered, before gently kissing my bruised cheek, and inhaling my scent. Of course, I did nothing to stop him.
"Come on darling. They're waiting for us." He tugged at my wrist and pulled me out the door,
XxXBroken FateXxX
Breakfast this morning was rather peaceful. It started off sort of rough- some threatening glances at Grimmjow from the other male Arrancars, probably from the way he dragged me into the dining hall. A brief yet polite greeting from Lord Aizen. I bowed my head and paid my respects to the other defect captains as well. One of them, Gin, I couldn't help but notice the way he strangely smiled at me. . .
"Fracciòn, concentrate!" Ulquiorra's cool voice rose, immediately snapping me back to reality. After breakfast, Master Ulquiorra decided it was best to get some training in. He set up some targets for me and set out some throwing knives. I held the blade in the crease of my hand, the sharp edge slightly jagging my skin.
"Wait," He suddenly calls out as I was about ready to throw my knife. He slowly approaches me and I caught my breath in my throat. "Which is your dominant leg?"
"Umm-"
"What leg feels more comfortable to stand on?"
"My right."
"Place it behind you," I did what I was told without question. "Now place all your weight on your dominant foot. And keep your hips square." He places his hands on my on my hips to adjust them, it felt weird but it was only for a second. "Now when you throw, you throw it straight. Not like how you would throw a ball." He took me through the motions on how to throw it, it felt really simple but I knew better than to assume something like that. He steps back away from me and cross his arms. "Now try it."
Ok, I cautiously step back on my right foot and take a deep breath. I know I can do this. I have to. I close my eyes as I exhale, my eyes locked the yellow center. Just do it already! I throw the knife. . .
"Well, it's a decent start." I look up and see it landed a few inches from the center. Just as I did the night before. "We'll work on your aim some other time, I want to get you comfortable with the basis of your Zanpakuto."
Wait, what?!
I know, pretty boring chapter, but it's all I got. :) Hope you guys enjoyed though, finals will be over next week so I will have more in store for you guys!