Plan Discovered!

I peeled my sore eyes open. I felt the rawness and it hurt an awful lot. Instead of closing them to get rid of the pain, I kept them open.

I found myself looking directly at the sand as if I were standing right up against it. Thing is, I was actually lying on top of it. Sighing, I slowly got myself back up into a sitting position. Looking around, I noticed that I was in no place familiar. Large boulders rose up on all sides of me, circling me in a spacious empty ring. The only place of escape was where I could see Las Noches as a dot in the distance. I only recognised it to be Las Noches because I remember my flight to get away from it.

Falling onto my butt, I hugged my knees to my chest.

Now what am I supposed to do?

I stared out at Las Noches, my thoughts circling around inside of my head. I couldn't focus on particularly anything as all my thoughts slipped away from my grasp. Instead, all I could grasp was my feelings that were choked within me, swelling my heart with pain. Already sore from crying, tears stabbed painfully at my eyes. I laid my head on my arms and silently I allowed my tears release even against the pain within my eyes.

How could my father do that to me?

What drove him to it?

How long have I been out here?

The sudden questioned caused me to stop crying. Sniffling I lifted my head and wiped away the tears. It all looked new to me, as if I had only just arrived here. But the last time I had seen it was before I had fallen asleep. But how long has it been since then? Looking up at the sky, I knew the answers were not up there either. The crescent moon was always the same. Darkness was the only thing to cover the heavens. Time never changed here. Besides, there's not a chance that I would have been able to guess how long I've been out here with just the sky alone.

I'd need confirmation from something living and able to talk.

Looking around, I puffed out breath.

There's not even a speck of life out here.

Should I head back?

No! There's definitely no way that I'm heading back to that terrible place. Not after what my father had done to me. I don't even want to see that Espada again. I'm not sure how Grimmy is handling my disappearance. Does he even know about it yet? What about my father? Does he know? I wonder how he's reacting right now.

Pfft, like I care how my father is reacting. It's not as if he cared about my feelings when he allowed Ulquiorra to get my pregnant. He had no problems with it at all. In fact, it seemed that he wanted it to happen like that. But why? Why did he want me to be pregnant with a bloody hollow? Weren't hollows supposed to be a shinigami's enemy? Why the hell did he align himself with them in the first place? What the hell is my father thinking?

'Who's there?' I snap, standing up at attention.

I glared at a boulder where I had seen a shadow.

I guess I'm not the only one out here after all. The only thing that would even be out here would be hollows. They'd be stronger than the average, but they had the capacity to talk and become stronger, if they were able to eat other hollows to get stronger.

I felt my blood boil for some strange odd reason. Normally I would never have felt so threatened at the presence of a hollow. But I'm no longer on protective grounds. Out here, it's fight for survival. Or could it be the fact that my mother's instincts are kicking in since I've got a child growing inside of me? But it's only been about a month since it's happened. Whatever the reason, something's affecting me and it's causing me to react as if I'm being threatened.

It's most likely the case anyway.

'Show yourself!'

Slowly, the hollow hiding behind the boulder stepped out. She was dark skinned and nothing at all like an average hollow. My eyes widened upon the sight in front of me. She had white boots covering up to her knees. Her short shorts barely reached to half the thigh length. Her sides were exposed, as was her stomach, but her large chest was covered with what looked like a bra with claw marks styling it. Her shoulders had white shoulder plates that seemed to connect with her bra top as if it were armour. Her arms turned from dark skin into white that formed into two long thin blades. They looked sharper than any knife I have ever wielded before, besides my own zanpaktou.

She's a Vasto Lorde!

'You're far out of your comfort zone, princess.'

Her voice was sharp, rough and slightly deep. Malice stretched her turquoise eyes, as if she had been waiting to take me out for a very long time. Her golden blonde hair bellowed in the breeze, and its length I found reach to her waist.

'Hmm,' a slightly high pitched voice spoke.

I looked up at the boulder which the Vasto Lorde stood by, where another Vasto Lorde sat.

She had blue hair pulled into a side ponytail where it travelled down to her waist, but part of her hair was out and cut to the length of her chin. She was white skinned, a contrast to her partner. She wore small white heeled shoes, white leggings that went all the way under her short skirt. She then had a top that showed her stomach, from one side it went up and covered her left breast, wrapped around her neck and then dipped inside of the top to cover the right breast. She wore long white gloves and she had two swords protruding out from the biceps. Closely looking at her shoes, I noticed that there were blades coming out from her legs as well.

'So this is Aizen-sama's daughter?' the blue haired Vasto Lorde said.

'Appears to be,' the blonde haired Vasto Lorde replied.

'I would have expected her to be a bit, you know, more,' the blue one called down at her partner.

'Looks can be deceiving, Pachi,' the dark skinned hollow said to her. Not once did her turquoise look away from me.

'What ya sayin' my name for? Do you want to get us killed by Aizen-sama?'

'She won't tell will you, princess?' her eyes narrowed threateningly.

I glared back at her. 'Now tell me, why on earth would I do that?'

'Wait, you don't like Aizen-sama?' blue haired girl's brown eyes blinked in shock and confusion.

'If I did, would I be out here?' I say and cross my arms.

Pachi scoffed and soon started to chuckle, before she burst out laughing, nearly causing herself to fall off the rock. Blondie refused to show any emotion. Blue haired girl reminded me of Apacci and the blondie reminded me of Harribel. It was strange really, being in front of people who were so similar to those within Las Noches. Of course, I do miss Harribel and Apacci; I loved hanging around with them and the other two girls, Sung-sun and Mila Rose.

Blondie's arms lowered as if the threat I had posed had passed. Even Pachi looked relieved in a way. Something about the two of them told me that my father was not on their good list. It's not every day that I meet someone who didn't like my father. I was kind of relieved that there was someone who didn't. All of the other hollows in Las Noches would fawn over him, would fawn over having to do one of his personal requests. I for one hated all of them. Apacci, Sung-sun, Mila Rose and Harribel were definitely. They did things but with reluctance. Harribel's fraccion only liked doing things for her, but that was because of their past together.

'Why are you out here?' blondie asked me.

'I ran away,' I say with sadness overtaking me.

'Don't worry, we've run away from Aizen's grip,' she explained and sat on the sand, crossing her legs. 'I'm Cree.'

'Sylvia,' I responded, but I didn't quite feel so comfortable quite yet. 'How long have you been watching me?'

'For about three weeks,' she responds and my eyes bulged.

'T-three weeks…?'

Pachi nodded and slid down off the rock. 'We even watched your crying episode until you just collapsed. I thought you'd never wake up so I could show you some resentment.' Cree gave her a look. 'Not like I would anymore, considering Aizen's own daughter hates him.' She scratched the back of her head. 'My bad, sorry about that… I'm Pachi.'

'What happened for you to run away?' Cree asked, a little more softly than Pachi's enthusiasm.

'My father is what happened,' I say and sat down on the ground, tucking my legs underneath me. I would sit crossed leg, but wearing a dress, it wouldn't be appropriate.

'What did he do?' Pachi asked looking like she really wanted to know.

'Forgive us if we seem to be prying,' Cree said apologetically. 'You see, it's not every day we come across another in a similar situation as us.'

'I ran away here for when other hollows were preying on me so they can get stronger,' Pachi said confidently. 'I'm not really happy about that as it shows my weakness of fearing death, but I'm stronger than before and I can handle anything thrown at me.'

'That must have been awful,' I say in sympathy.

'I know, isn't it? I mean, how rude of them to just pick on us weaklings.'

I smiled at Pachi who looked like she was happy to be able to speak to someone else. Even if it was someone she would have wanted to vent her anger out on instead. But perhaps the hatred towards my father made her accept the fact that she shouldn't vent her anger out on me. I noticed that they hated my presence when they first met me. I knew this because my father always makes enemies, even if some of the people working with him don't show it. I'm thankful for this hatred towards my father, but sometimes it can be so painful that all I do want is my father to be a father towards me. Not some stranger who thinks he can command my very existence at his whim.

'I escaped out here so Aizen couldn't use me or my powers for his causes.' We both look to Cree, who sat there with eyes closed as she tells us her tale. Pachi already seemed familiar with it, but me, a stranger, I was quite shocked that not everyone wants to be controlled by my father. Some may not see it as that, but I definitely do. 'It's such a selfish excuse, but I don't exist to serve others. I serve myself and my friends at my will, not at someone else's.'

'Just like that shinigami,' Pachi said and immediately I knew who they were on about.

Ichigo…

It seems that there are some hollows who are actually awed by him. Not only does he fight his hollow, but he does not allow anyone to take command over him. He follows his instincts, his heart to wherever they lead him. If it leads him towards danger in order to save his friends, he would do just that. I know Ichigo would do that because I've known him for a long time. His popularity, even amongst hollows not close to Aizen, still surprises me although it really shouldn't. Ichigo is one powerful individual, and still he is not at the top of his game.

'Nee, nee, do you know him?' Pachi asked turning to me.

'Ichigo really has grown in popularity,' I muttered to myself.

'That's his name!' Pachi declared. 'See I told you it started with an 'I'.'

'How well do you know him?' Cree asks.

'He's a close friend when I was living in the human world.'

'I'd love to meet him one day, and not where we're fighting each other to the death,' Cree declared. 'Sylvia, I'm sure the problems with your father are fresh, so I don't expect you to tell us why you've run. But in time I do expect you to tell us.'

Pachi looked as if she wanted to know now. But her face took on respectfulness and seemed willing to back down from asking.

But now to me, it didn't seem right that they told me theirs of their own confidence and I just sit here in silence about my own reasons.

'My father did something unforgiveable,' Pachi and Cree both turned to face me, surprise on their faces. 'Without my consent, he got one of his Espada to impregnate me with a fusion. He kept it secret from me and had expected me to comply with his every wish. He assigned different escorts to me, in attempt to destroy a friendship with one of the Espada. One of those new escorts was the father of my child.'

'Oh. My. God! That's just not right! No father should have done that to his own daughter,' Pachi exclaimed.

'If I had the power within me, I would have destroyed your father when given the chance to,' Cree announced with anger in her tone. 'I'm weaker than his loyal Arrancar so I have no hope of being able to accomplish a single bit of my dream of destroying him. If I were somehow stronger than them, I would never be able to get passed the Espada.'

'Which Espada was it?' Pachi asked.

'I know not of his number, only his first name.'

'Perhaps we might know of his number. I mean, despite how far away from Las Noches we are, we still get the gossip,' Pachi said with a grin.

'His name is Ulquiorra,' I respond, immediately looking at the ground.

Their silence was completely brimmed up with shock. Something about the name must have shocked them. Maybe they knew of him. I looked up at them and saw unhappiness on their expressions. Cree's eyes were closed and Pachi was shaking her head. They definitely knew him, I could tell that much at least.

'His sister is not going to be happy at the least,' Cree explained.

'S-sister…?' I asked shocked.

Pachi nodded. 'Want to come meet her?' a grin plastered her face. 'She is going to be your sister in law anyways.'

'Ulquiorra and I aren't getting married,' I said angrily.

'Oh, no, no, I meant since he's the father of your child.'

'Oh… sorry…'

'Come, Sylvia, we'll take you to the others.'