Where am I?
I don't know.
How long have I been here?
I also don't know.
Who am I, anyway?
Pft, how am I meant to know?
Do I actually remember ANYTHING?
Seriously, anything.
From my age to my Zanpakuto.
Hey, I have a Zanpakuto?
What is that, anyway?
Okay. Let's start again. From the beginning..
Firstly, what's the last thing I remember?
Uhm... Let's see here... I remember seeing that Emo Boy, he sort of... His hand... He jabbed it into me...Then I felt a shooting pain coming from my chest and running through my body as he withdrew it.
Secondly, what's my name, age, and occupation?
Uhm... Think hard, think hard... Chikara Konoe! Aged... Fifteen, in human years. Occupation... Third seat in Hitsugaya's squad as a substitute Soul Reaper. No, I did not steal my powers from some other suicidal bastard, I actually worked for them myself.
Thirdly, what happened?
I opened my eyes slowly and looked around... It felt like ages... I barely remember anything except seeing millions of Hollows and eating my way through them as a Hollow myself.
Strangely enough, my body was normal. Nothing ne- wait... If I was a Hollow, and my body is normal, I'm probably an Arrancar now... Oh damn.
I lifted myself up into a sitting position and glanced around briefly. I'm sitting on a bed... That feels like a rock. So is it a bed, or a rock? NOT THE POINT, FOCUS, CHIE! I slapped my forehead with my hand. That felt awkward.
I looked at my hand to check if anything was wrong with it. Nope, all normal. I felt around my forehead. It seems I have a new accessory. Fantastic. I'll have to check a mirro- how convenient!
Just across from the bed was a mirror. I stood up and strode to the mirror to examine my new accessory. A small circlet hidden under my fringe. How pretty!
Although I felt normal, I didn't hesitate to check if I was. Hm, same fair skin and almost abnormally thin body build. Same long, dark brown, curly hair that cascaded half way down my back. But the thing I was worried about the most- phew, my amazing aquamarine eyes were still there.
After the worry about my appearance, I just realised I was wearing nothing but underwear, so I head to the wardrobe. I opened the doors wide to examine the contents. So many different options...
In the end I had picked out a school-girl style skirt with a strapless top and knee-high boots. For extra accessories - because otherwise the outfit would be incredibly boring - I added a small cropped jacket with very short sleeves and these really long fingerless gloves that reached from about three quarters up my arm down to my fingers, all in white, with a very simple black belt.
I sauntered towards the mirror after putting the clothing items on, admiring my beauty. Suddenly, my door creaked open.
"Ah, you're finally awake." My head whipped towards the source of the sound.
A man with pink hair and glasses entered the room, "Oh, and kudos to you for getting yourself dressed aswell."
"What do you mean, "kudos for getting yourself dressed"?" I folded my arms grouchily and narrowed my eyes towards him.
"...Nevermind. Aizen-sama requests your presence," he said.
"I'm an Arrancar now, what more does he want from me?" I whined. He rolled his eyes and walked out. I tried flashstepping after him, but something felt wrong about it.
"What's wrong with my flashstep?" I asked the pink-haired Arrancar.
"You are an Arrancar. You do not use "flashstep" anymore, but sonido. They are very similar techniques, allowing the user to travel to different places more swiftly," he explained.
"Okay... Well, since I'm gonna be here until I think of a scheme to get out, and right now my brain isn't working properly, what's your name?" I asked as we walked through the many, never-ending, plain white halls.
"Szayel Aporro Granz, I am the Octava Espada," he answered without hesitation.
"Oh, okay... I'm Chikara Konoe, and I haven't got a clue what an Espada is. So where am I?"
"You're in Las Noches, in Hueco Mundo. And the Espada are the ten best Arrancar, hand-picked by Aizen-sama himself."
"How long have I been here?"
"Not that long. You advanced quite quickly as a Hollow."
After that was answered, we walked in total silence for a few moments. I broke it with another one of my questions. "What's a Zanpakuto?"
"A Zanpakuto is a sword used to seal away an Arrancar's power. A Ressureccion restores an Arrancar to its true form, it will usually transform their body into a Hollow-like form, allowing them to use all of their abilities freely. This form usually reflects what the Arrancar looked like as a Hollow, although to highly varying degrees, resulting in significantly various increases in speed, strength, stamina, durability and spiritual power, as well as allowing access to both more powerful variations of previous techniques and completely new abilities. Some Arrancar even gain new weapons as part of their released form," he explained, I stared off into the distance whilst trying to decipher what he just said.
Okay. So basically. Your Zanpakuto is where your powers are sealed, and when you release them you get a new form and more power. Yup. Sounds about right. Wonder what mine is... I'm curious. I honestly can't remember anything about my time as a Hollow. I vaguely remember eating other Hollows, but other than that, not a clue.
We soon arrived at the meeting room, where Aizen sat all king-like on his throne with Gin and the black dude by each side. Grimmjow stood before him.
I sighed heavily as I entered with Szayel. I don't want to see that freaking God again. And the other people here don't seem so nice... Except for Szayel and Gin. Gin's been my friend since the Soul Society, and Szayel's explained quite a lot to me.
We walked towards Superman, I kept my pace as slow as possible to lengthen the time it took to reach him.
Szayel took his seat at the table with what I'm assuming are the other Espada. I glanced over there briefly; Don't know, don't know, don't know... oh damnit it's the emo dude... Don't know... Empty seat... Don't know, Szayel, don't know and don't wanna know.
I focused my attention back on Aizen.
"Now take your seat... You had better be thankful that I didn't punish you... This time, Grimmjow," Aizen said.
"Heya Aizen," I crossed my arms across my chest and grinned devilishly in attempt to scare him. It scares most people in the Soul Society, because it often means I'm plotting. I'm not that bad, I just enjoy pranks... Though, occasionally, they do tend to spiral out of control into something way bigger and badder than what I had originally expected...
"Good morning, Chika. You've been asleep for quite a while," Aizen said gleefully. Not the reaction I'd expected.
"What happened?" I asked, glancing at Grimmjow. He snarled at me as he took his seat.
"He went to the World of the Living without permission and three of his five Fraccion lay dead. But this time, I have decided to let him go for his incompetence. Now, Chika, Szayel has informed me of how powerful you are, and..." After that, everything just sorta turned to blah blah blah blah blah blah.
"Just get to the point, you ass," I muttered under my breath. I really, REALLY hate Aizen right now... I don't think it's possible for me to hate him any more than I already do. All my training as a Soul Reaper was for nothing...
"Anyway. Let me get to the point."
Yay!
"I've called you here to be assigned as a Fraccion to one of my dear Espada," he announced with pride. "Now which one of you would like to take her?"
...It's official, I hate him even more.
"Pft! She's a stinkin' WOMAN! She doesn't belong here, she belongs dead!" the oversized spoon yelled. Right now I wanna slap him so hard his face will be deformed. PERMANENTLY.
"There's no chance I'm taking that little bitch," Ass-ancar stated. I'll get him later.
"Trash," Emo Dude said.
"I wouldn't mind," Szayel said. I wouldn't have minded either, until I learned his dirty little secret.
"You experiment on and eat your Fraccion," the black girl said.
"But I'd be nicer to her! I'd only experiment eight hours a day and-"
"She won' be Szayel's Fraccion, 'cuz if she's half as powaful as Szayel said she was, we don' wan' her gettin' eaten now, do we?" Gin said with his usual 'creepy' smile still pasted on his face. Really, I don't see what's so scary about it.
"Don't I get a say in this?" I questioned. Although Szayel was apparently a cannibal AND a mad scientist, I still think he was the best option... Which is kinda scary.
"I'll take her," the black girl announced. Now I don't know a thing about her, but I know enough to know that she's probably one of the nicer ones or she would've let me be eaten by Szayel.
"No, no.. Ya've already got three Fraccion, Halibel. What 'bout ya, Ulquiorra?" Gin asked.
"She is trash," was the emo's reply.
"What makes me so trashy, then?" I sonido'd onto the table right in front of him, so close that our noses were touching, bright blue eyes gazing into emerald green ones.
"...Trash." WHAT KIND OF RESPONSE IS THAT?
"Trash," I muttered, backing up and turning away. I purposely muttered it loud enough for him to hear.
"Trash."
"Trash."
"Trash."
"Trashier trash."
"Trashiest trash."
"Trash King."
"Trash Queen."
"God of all trash."
"...Trash." Hehe. It seems I've won.
"It's settled! Chikara Konoe shall now become Ulquiorra's first Fraccion," Aizen announced happily.
"What?" we said in unison. Damnit. I swear, I hate him even more than humanly possible. He should watch his back, 'cause I shall have my revenge!