Dress to Impress

Rukia yawned. Turning on her side, she pulled the blanket closer to her. She was very content. A warm bed back in Soul Society. She was happy to leave Hueco Mundo, the place gave her the creeps. She rubbed her eye. Rukia's hand stifled a yawn as she sat up.

A new day to start in the Kuchiki household. She opened her eyes. She blinked making sure she was seeing correctly. She was not in her bedroom nor in Ichigo's closet. Her eyes wandered the room. It was fancy like any Kuchiki room but she knew this wasn't part of her home.

The memories came flooding back. She was fighting some arrancar that lead her into a trap where she got captured. Green eyes floated in her mind. She remembered she got captured by the one of the espada. He brought her to a small, white room where she couldn't escape. Why was she not in the other room? Did someone bring her here while she was asleep? Rukia didn't remember anything after laying down on the small white bed in the first room.

Rukia paid more attention to her surroundings. This room at lest had a little more color. The colors lavender, black, blue, and white were sprinkled around the room. The only thing that broke the color scheme was the bed. It was a rich emerald color. She sighed in relief. Now she wouldn't go insane by looking at only white all day.

She took a mental note of the furniture and where things located. 1 vase, 2 sofas, 1 coffee table between the two sofas, table, 4 chairs surrounding the table, 3 paintings, 2 lamps on each side of the bed she was laying on. All of the furniture looked expensive.

Rukia noticed a large window framed by curtains across the room from her on the west wall. It took up one third of the wall, showing a large view of outside. It was the night sky of this world she seen when she first set foot here. The crescent moon hung in the sky casting a soft glow on the sand.

Rukia got up. Slowly she walked up to the window, putting her hand on it. Like the other room, she guessed this room had precautions on it so she could not escape. The window also must be protected. Still, she thought, I have to try. Rukia threw one of the chairs at the window. The window was unaffected. The chair also survived. Rukia sighed and left the chair on the ground.

Was there anything else she missed? A quick scan of the room and she saw two doors. One door on the south wall while the other was directly across from the first door, on the north wall. Rukia walked to the one closer to her, the northern door. She grasped the knob and turned it, revealing a bathroom. It was westerner styled. A sink tinted gold and a oval mirror laid next to a bath. The bath tub could of held five Rukias in it. Very high class for a bathroom.

Rukia walked back to the main room. There was only one door left. It must lead to the rest of Hueco Mundo. She should keep an I on that door since it was the only way anyone can enter or exit there. she contemplated whether to try opening the door. Without a doubt its locked, so why bother.

Rukia walked back to her bed. She plopped down, staring at the celling. She went through some scenarios in her head. She could: A) attack someone when they enter the room, but then she would be lost in the halls and be at risk of being caught; B) Wait and see what happens; or C) kill herself, If she was still alive, Aizen must need her alive for whatever he has plan.

The door creaked open and closed. The same arrancar that captured her walked in. She didn't know his name. If anyone did tell her the name of the green eyed arrancar, she wouldn't be able to recite it from her memory. He had something in his arms. Cloth? Could it be clothes? Rukia made no movement. She closed her eyes and ignored the intrusion. She was sure as hell not going to bother acknowledging his existence.

Silence. It covered the room like a thick fog. He just stood there. What the hell isn't he going to say something? Rukia tried not to be irritated. Seconds passed like hours, minutes passed like days. He didn't move, he didn't speak. He just looked out the window.

Finally, Rukia had enough. Her impatience got the better of her. She sat up, glaring at the arrancar. "Well?"she said in a very annoyed voice. Just hurry up and get out already.

Without turning he spoke.

"Aizen wishes for you to join him for a meal." His voice was emotionless, like his face.

"Tell him I'd rather not." Rukia retorted. As if she would even humble him with her presence.

"Its not a request." His voice had a sharp edge to it. "Wear this." He walked to the bed and placed in down. He rather just throw it at her and leave.

"I am definitely not wearing that." She huffed. The moment she accepted something from them without a fight was the moment she was defeated by them. She clenched her hands into fist.

Ulquiorra stared at her. His eyes cold. "I will dress you myself If I have to." Rukia's eyes showed shock. He, touch her? No way in hell.

"Your bluffing." She glared daggers at him, her voice icy.

He took a step forward. His voice drip with venom, "I assure you, this is no empty threat." Rukia knew he wasn't lying. She took the clothes and raced to the bathroom, slamming the door. With a click the door was locked.

Ulquiorra turned his attention to the window again. What a stubborn one. He admit that she did have guts to stand up to the enemy even though she was totally alone, all her allies out of her reach. Irritation ran through his head. Why didn't this one realize she was in no position to act this way. She should have her tail between her legs. By far she was the most idiotic filth he dealt with.

Rukia unfolded the clothing. She quickly took of her own clothing and put on her new ones. She folded her clothing from soul society. She gently patted it, lovingly. How she missed soul society. She shrugged on the new clothing.

A white dress that ended at her thigh. It sleeves barely there, black trim. Her collar also was trimmed with black. At her waist was a large black lace which was tied in a bow. Below the lace was a large triangle like shape, filling the middle of the lower half of the dress black. The bottom of her dress was also trimmed in black. A pair of black fingerless gloves trimmed with white on both ends encased her arm up to the elbow. she put on black socks that stopped at the knee. She slipped on the arrancar stander sandals.

She inspected herself in the mirror. It did look good on her. Arrancars' have style, she admitted to herself. She just wished the dress wasn't so short. She pulled on the hem of her dress. With one last look in the mirror, she fixed her hair. If I'm going to see Aizen, I might as well look damn good.


Ulquiorra was tired of waiting. That shinigami was taking too long. How dare she waste his and Aizen's time. He almost felt like destroying the door and drag her by her hair to Aizen.

She finally came out. She did look nice...for a shinigami. She fidgeted in her new clothes. Her hands constantly on her hem, gently pulling it down. "It will rip." Ulquiorra stated.

Rukia stop pulling on her hem. "Oh, I guess so." She didn't look happy with her new clothes. She was just wasting her brain cells by worrying about something as stupid as clothes.

Ulquiorra opened the door. "Follow." was all he said. Walking down the stairs he didn't bother slowing or looking back to see if the petite woman followed him. Walking down a long corridor he took a turn when he came up to a fork in the road. He took the left hall.

"Tch."

"What?" His voice sounded bored.

"Leave it to Aizen to make a maze." She then snorted, "I bet some of you mighty arrancars get lost."

"Unlike you, most Arrancar are not of low intellect." He stated. He did think of a certain blue headed espada who did get lost.

"Bastard." She muttered following him.

It took five minutes to get to a large door. They took many hall ways and many turns. Once, the little shinigami lost track of him. He had to turn back and look for her. After finding her he held on to her wrist, dragging her until the reach there destination.

Ulquiorra opened the door and pushed her inside. Rukia body shook a little. She tried to steady her nerves and look as noble and fazes as she could. She held her head high and straighten her back.

"Welcome Rukia." a silky voice floated across the room. She turned her head to the source. She stared into the eyes of the enemy, "It's nice to see you again." Aizen gave her a smile.

This chapter is kinda boring, but the next chapter will be better. I promise! Rukia's arrancar outfit doesn't really fit the arrancar image, but I think it sounds cute. Plus its different, right?