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Chapter 1: Conquistadors

Remekia woke up, “Nanda?” She yawned, “Yume ka?”

A small freckled blond girl with pigtails and a sharp tooth jetting from her mouth stood over her, “Na? Remekia? Omai, na?” (Oh? Remekia? You ‘k?)

Remekia swore, “Cho.” She lazily got up and yawned. (Very.)

Hiyori scowled as Remekia stretched and cracked various parts of her body, “Hn.”

Remekia slowly traveled over to where her clothes were kept and slowly put them on.

Chills suddenly went up Remekia’s back; she turned to Hiyori who said, “Sense that?”

Remekia pulled on her fishnet top, “Mm, omai?”

Hiyori cracked her neck, “Mm. Sugoi na?” She threw Remekia a serious look, “You do know what this means, na?”

Remekia buttoned a long turquoise dress with long magenta buttons, “Wakate-na.” She pulled on long striped purple and teal socks and matching purple and teal fingerless gloves. She pulled her long magenta-brown hair into a high ponytail near her ears.

Hiyori made a disgusted face, “Such a girly-girl. Pfh, kisama-yaru!”

Remekia put on her turquoise eye shadow and black corner lipstick, “Hn, zannen.”

When she finished, Hiyori dragged her by her arms out of her room and down a large flight of stairs, “Ikuze, Remekia.”

Remekia sighed, “Fine, chibi-no-Hiyori-ya.”

Hiyori exploded with anger, “URUSAI!! KISAMA-YARU!”

Remekia rolled her eyes.


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“Filth, ne?”
“…”

“Tsh, at least say something so I know you’re alive, Ulquiorra.”

“Hn, ikuzo, Grimmjow.”

“Tsh,” Grimmjow spat into the air, “Zannen-dayo.”


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Remekia sighed, “I’m goin’, Hiyori. Get ova it.”
Hiyori frowned, “De-”

Remekia turned on her magenta shoes, “Ya don’t have enough experience to go up against them. Besides, I’m not gonna fight them ‘less I have to. I’ll be fine.”

Hiyori swore, “Kisama-yaru! Don’t be such an aho, Remekia! Don’t blame me if ya die!” (Idiot.)

Remekia smirked, “I’m not tha’ weak, Hiyori. Remember, I’m the oldest Vaizard here, so stop bossin’ me around like you know sumthin’ I don’t, Hiyori.” She suddenly appeared in front of her and flicked her on the forehead with her index finger, smirking down at her, “Hiyori-no-chibi-ya.”

Hiyori swore, turning away and rubbing her forehead. She said to no one in particular, sounding very distant and far away, “Just… don’t get killed, na?”

Remekia started to walk away, “Wakata.”


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Remekia walked around Karakura town. It was too quiet for her taste. She looked around her and saw…dead bodies everywhere. It was an absolute mess – blood on the windows, bodies thrown this way and that, blood oozing out from bodies onto the floor. She carefully jumped around so she wouldn’t get blood on her shoes.
She squatted down and looked at the body of a little girl – she was killed just right now.

Remekia swore when she felt two strong reiatsus come her way. She hid behind a building and watched two figures come from the distance. They both had white jackets and hakamas with a black sash. The two of them looked just like normal people… if you don’t count the weird holes in abnormal places and pieces of hollow masks on their faces.

‘Arrancar,’ Remekia thought. ‘But why are there two?’

“Ulquiorra… I think we got a survivor,” one said.

Remekia swore, ‘Kuso!’ She narrowly missed a cero to the stomach. She slid backward, panting slightly.

The Arrancar fired another cero, she took a step back using shunpo, avoiding the cero.

“A Shinigami ka?” The Arrancar had light blue hair and piercing dark blue eyes that were complemented by mysterious green-blue marks under his eyes. His grin was of that of a skeleton and the jaw-remains of his mask didn’t help either. He let out a malicious dry laugh, “Ya don’t look much like a Shinigami.”

The other merely nodded, “Don’t underestimate her, Grimmjow.” He had dark black hair and melancholic green eyes. Underneath them were thin green lines that gave the impression that he was crying. His skin was a pale white that glowed in the sunlight. He frowned at her, “Hurry up Grimmjow, we don’t have all day.”

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, “Wakateru-dayo, I just want to have some fun.”

Remekia sighed, ‘Maybe I should’ve listened to Hiyori… this might take a while.’

The blue haired Arrancar, apparently named Grimmjow, put his hands on his hips, “Where’s your zanpakto, Shinnigami? Aren’t ya gonna use it?”

Remekia smirked, “I never use it.”

Grimmjow was confused, “Hm?”

With a flash, Remekia was behind him. She kicked him in the back, sending him flying.

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow, ‘Strange, I never saw her move until she appeared behind Grimmjow’s back. Her junpo skills are very well mastered.’

Remekia walked slowly towards him. She said in a taunting sing-song voice, “Told ya!”

Grimmjow spat at her, “Teme! You’ll pay for that!”

“Grimmjow,” Ulquiorra warned.

Grimmjow unsheathed his zanpakto, only to find Remekia standing on it, grinning, “Yo!” To his utter disgust, she cart wheeled onto his sheath, then, while back flipping off of the sword, kicked him in the jaw and sent him flying upwards into the sky.

Remekia then appeared above him and kicked him down in the stomach, sending him crashing into the ground.

Remekia landed gracefully, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, “Hmph, I didn’t even use shikai yet, hm.”

Ulquiorra looked at her, “Omai?”

“Hm?” She turned around to face him and said in a very bored town, “Na?”

“What are you?” Ulquiorra asked. He bitterly thought, ‘She’s toying with Grimmjow – a member of the Espada! – with just her… feet! How disgraceful.’

Grimmjow slowly got up.

“If I did, would ya believe me?” She smirked, “Fine. I’ll tell ya.”

Teal reiatsus swirled and flowed around her violently, damaging buildings and making cars fly up and out. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow had to put their arms in front of their hands to block the pressure.

Ulquiorra looked at her very carefully, ‘What strong reiatsu! It’s as strong as – no even stronger! – than a taicho’s.’

Then, something happened that none of them would have ever guessed –a mask appeared on the right side of her head. Remekia said to them, “Boku wa, vaizard-ya.”

Ulquiorra looked at the mask – it was all coming together now. The mask had two horns, one curving upwards, the other curving down. One side of the mask resembled “happy”, the other “sad”.

‘This explains her strength,’ he thought. ‘I wonder if…’

“Grimmjow! We’re leaving!” Ulquiorra suddenly announced.

Grimmjow was confused, “NANI?!-” He suddenly understood, “Wakateru-yo.”

Ulquiorra moved his hand, the sky ripping apart to review a black void, “Sayonara, vaizard. We’ll meet again, very soon.”

Remekia scowled as they disappeared, ‘Kuso.’


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Ulquiorra had told about the Vaizard girl to Aizen who immediately told Ulquiorra and Grimmjow to go back and fetch her. He told them not to take her by force, but to merely persuade her to come over to their side. If they forced her, she would probably play as a double agent for the Vaizard side, but if they persuaded her… it would do wonders.
Ulquiorra and Grimmjow looked around Karakura town once again.

“Getting a little nostalgic, ne?” Grimmjow let out a malicious laugh.

Ulquiorra rolled his eyes, “Ikuzo.”

Grimmjow snarled, “You never loosen up, do you?”

Ulquiorra ignored Grimmjow’s retort, “Hn.”


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The Arrancar found Remekia on top of a building looking out over the town.
“Ho?” She turned to face them. “I thought when ya meant ‘we’ll meet again, very soon’ as a rhetorical saying, I didn’t think ya would really be back so soon.” She walked towards them, “Doshite ka?”

Ulquiorra looked straight into her eyes, “How would you like to join us?”

Remekia put her hand underneath her chin, “Join-omai wa?” She sighed, walking around in a large circle.

Ulquiorra let her take her time. He would do exactly what ‘Aizen-sama’ told him to. Grimmjow, on the other hand, was getting very impatient. Tapping his foot rudely and clenching and unclenching his fists, ‘How ********’ long is this gonna take!’

Remekia thought and thought and thought until her brain could not think anymore, ‘If I go do with them… I would be turning on my comrades, who’ll be the first to go after me. If I don’t go with them… they’ll probably kill me or sumthin’. If I do go… I may be able to get stronger; there’s not that much I can do as a Vaizard anymore: I’ve defeated my hollow and I’ve mastered all the skills that come with it… there’s nothing else I can do.’

She bit her lip, ‘Demo… will it be worth it? I’ve already committed a taboo-like offense; do I have it in me to do it again?’

‘But your soul is black, remember? We went over this already.’ The dark voice inside of her said.

She swore, ‘I don’t need your help. I can decide this on my own.’

‘So ka? Then why don’t you answer the poor depressed Arrancar boy’s question already and get it over with? Or are you… afraid?’

She swore again, ‘NO! What the ******** do you want anyway?’

‘I want what you want… power. Going with Aizen will give you more of it. Go, we’ll both be happy and maybe…just maybe… I won’t bother you again.’

She rolled her eyes, ‘Even though I’ve dominated you, why don’t you remain quiet and obedient?’

The dark voice laughed, ‘Just answer him already.’

Remekia turned to face Ulquiorra and Grimmjow, “I’ve made my decision.”

Ulquiorra nodded, “And that is…?”

“I want… to go with you.”

Grimmjow smirked at her, “Good choice.”

Ulquiorra reached out his hand, “Koi.” He ripped open the space in front of him using Garganta. The three of them stepped inside and where gone.

‘Is this really the right choice?’

CHAPTER THREE
(i'm bored so i'll post it all here..well some of it XP)
New Name


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“What made you come with us, vaizard?” Ulquiorra asked as they walked through a narrow black hallway that would lead them to Hueco Mundo.
“None of your business and for future references, call me Remekia.”

Ulquiorra nodded, “Wakarimashite… Remekia.” Her name sounded foreign and odd on his tongue.

The three of them continued to trudge through the passage.

Remekia sighed, “But if you really must know… I’m bored.”

Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow, “Bored?”

Grimmjow groaned, “I know how that feels.”

Ulquiorra threw him a silencing death-glare – Grimmjow scowled at Ulquiorra, but reluctantly obeyed.

Remekia continued, “Ee, bored. I’ve already defeated my hollow and mastered my skills… so there’s nothing left for me to accomplish. I’ve just been wasting my time in the real world for a hundred years or so just watching and sparing with the other vaizard and silently watching the Seireitei’s affairs.”

Grimmjow stopped, “So… you’re… at least 100?”

Remekia made a face, “Soshite ka?” She stopped, putting her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the right. “What of it?”

Grimmjow shivered, “Betsu ni.” He picked up his walking speed and left them behind in the dust.

Remekia continued walking and looked at Ulquiorra, “Nande ya nen?” (What the hell?)

Ulquiorra gave her an ‘I’d-rather-not-talk-about-it’ awkward gaze, followed by an uncomfortable cough. He motioned silently for them to keep going.


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“Aizen-sama, our guest has arrived,” Ulquiorra announced as he walked up to Aizen, sitting atop his throne of superiority.
Aizen smiled down at him, “Oh? Let me see him… or her.”

Remekia stepped into Aizen’s view, she looked up at him and noted his changed appearance: he did not wear the trademark glasses that he once wore, nor was his hair in his face. She could see (now) cruel brown eyes looking down at her and brown hair swept back. He also was not wearing a shinigami taicho haori but instead wore an outfit similar to Ulquiorra’s and Grimmjow’s… except different.

Aizen’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, “Re-me-kia? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that face. A very long time. Has it been 200 years already?”

Grimmjow shivered again, ‘So she’s more than 200 years old now? ********!’ He resisted the very, very, strong urge to gag.

Remekia smiled, “Wakata na.” She looked to his left to find Gin, her face lit up, “Gin-han!” (-han is -san in kansai-ben.)

Gin looked up, “Ho? Remekia? Sashiburi da na, ne? I always knew you would come.”

Grimmjow leaned up against a pillar, ‘She seems to know almost everyone here… how hunky-dory.’

“Ulquiorra, please show Remekia to her room. Give her an Espada-rank room, kudasai.”

Ulquiorra hesitated, “Wa-karimashite, Aizen-sama.”

“Soshite, Grimmjow.”

Grimmjow lazily lifted up his head to meet Aizen’s gaze, “Na?”

“Treat our precious Remekia kindly, ne?”

Grimmjow closed his eyes and spit, swaggering off to the door, “Zannen dayo.”


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Ulquiorra’s footsteps echoed through the halls as he brought Remekia to her room.
He opened a large obsidian black room and stepped aside for her to enter. It was… nice looking. Everything in her room was black: the bed, the walls, the chairs, and the floors.

Remekia smiled looking at herself reflect off of the surface of the ground, Ulquiorra snapped her out of her seldom euphoric mood.

“This is where you’ll say. Aizen-sama usually serves dinner around 7:00 sharp – don’t be late.” He then pointed to a pile of clothes on the bed, “Those will be the new clothes you will wear, so take off that pitiful human clothing and put it on.”

Remekia sighed, “Honnara…” (In that case…)

Ulquiorra turned politely around and waited for Remekia to change into her clothing. To his surprise, he heard a slashing noise. He immediately turned around to see that Remekia had made her Arrancar top into a halter-like top with no sleeves.

“Gomen, I don’t really work well with sleeves… they get in the way with my flipping and what not.”

He nodded, seeing from her fight with Grimmjow that she was very acrobatic, excess loose clothing would just get in the way and weigh her down, “If you wish, there are other things in that dresser over there.” He pointed to a smooth dresser in the corner of the room.

Remekia pivoted on her foot and looked around in a drawer to find a pair of long fingerless gloves (made of the same material) and put them on. She smirked when she found that they came up to her shoulder.

She rotated her arms and did a flip to see if she liked the feel of it, “I like it. Look’s better than my usual outfit anyway.”

Ulquiorra nodded again, “You looked horrendous.”

Remekia swished around, “Really?” She put her finger under her chin, “Hmmm… maybe Hiyori is right ‘bout some things.”

Grimmjow walked into the room casually, “Tch, there a party goin’ on in here or sumthin’? How come I wasn’t invited, ne, Ulquiorra?” He smirked wickedly at them.

Grimmjow’s smirk caused Ulquiorra to roll his eyes, “It’s not a party. I was just following Aizen-sama’s orders and bringing Remekia to her room.” He turned to Remekia and bowed his head, “Sumimasen, Remekia-san, if you’ll excuse me.” Ulquiorra then walked out of the room.

Grimmjow spit in Ulquiorra’s direction, but missed. He let out an aggravated sigh. Grimmjow turned and looked Remekia up and down, licking his lips, “Ya look nice, better than in that other outfit.”

Remekia decided to dismiss the lip-licking and let out a frustrated sigh, “First Ulquiorra and now you! Who else thinks my other outfit looked bad?”

Gin popped in, “Remekia? Aizen would like to see ya. Don’t get all alarmed now, he just wants ta have a casual chat.” He then popped back out. (AN: xD Can you even do that?)

Remekia snorted, “Casual chat my a**.”

Grimmjow’s eyebrow went up, “So he was always like that?”

Remekia made a face, “Pretty much.”

Grimmjow’s curiosity got the better of him, “Oi, did you know that Aizen was like that? I’ve heard that the other shinigami took it as a surprise.”

Remekia folded her arms, “He would always act differently around me and Gin-han so when I got the news from Shinji-han, I wasn’t all that surprised.”

“Shinji-han?” He looked at her suspiciously.

Remekia started to walk out the door, “Other Vaizard, he’s not important… anymore.” Remekia brushed away her slight feelings of sadness and left for her ‘casual chat’ with Aizen.


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“Aizen-taicho?” Remekia said. “You… wanted to see me for some reason?”
Aizen smiled down at her, “Ah, yes, Remekia. I’ve been thinking about something for a while now.”

Remekia stepped closer to him, “And what would that be?”

“I know that the name ‘Remekia’ gives painful memories to you… being banished from the Seireitei and now turning your back on your friends. I’ve been thinking… maybe you would like… a new one.”

Remekia gasped, “A new name?”

Aizen nodded, “I’ve named all of my Arrancar and I have the perfect name for you.” He handed her a piece of black paper with her name wrote beautifully out in white ink.

“R’mekia Vidalgo?” (Pronounced Re (fast)-me-kia Vi-da-ru-go)

Aizen nodded, “Does it please you? I don’t want you to have a name you don’t want.”

R’mekia nodded, “I like it, Aizen-taicho… do you mind if I call you that?”

Aizen shook his head, “Iie, R’mekia. You may call me whatever you want.”

Aizen cleared his throat, “Now, I have to tell you something… now listen hard and listen well.”


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R’mekia nodded, understanding, “Wakarimashite, Aizen-taicho.”
R’mekia was to leave with Ulquiorra first thing in the morning to go back to Karakura town and seek help them seek out a one called Kurosaki Ichigo. Then she would gather information about the Quincy – Aizen didn’t know the fighting condition of him and was rather curious. He had said to her: “If he is not worth my time, leave him alone… maybe he will become stronger and become an asset to us. If he in fact is, then fetch him for me.”

“You may now leave, R’mekia,” Aizen said softly, waving her away with his hand. “Dinner shall be soon, I don’t want you to miss that.”

“Hai, Aizen-taicho,” R’mekia pivoted on her right foot and left.

Gin appeared out of the shadows when R’mekia shut the door, “Ya really put a lot a faith in her, da ne?”

Aizen smiled, “I knew we would meet again… I told her that before she was exiled. I was right, ne?”

Gin smiled, “Ee, happy endings are always the best, na?”

Aizen chuckled, “We’ll see about that.”


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‘Dinner’ was different between the Arrancar and the Shinigami who happened to live in Hueco Mundo.
Arrancar did not eat – they devoured souls, so their ‘dinner’ was much more different then their superiors who would actually eat food.

R’mekia did not find the food particularly wonderful, but it was not nauseatingly disgusting. It was simply ‘okay’ – she had had better in her lifetime, and she had had worse. The only one thing she liked about dinner was being able to sit with Gin, Aizen, and Tosen.

“R’mekia?” Gin addressed to her.

R’mekia looked up, “Hm?”

Gin pointed to her zanpakto, “So… have you perfected your bankai yet?” He gave her his signature fox-like grin.

R’mekia smirked, “In other words… yes. But it’s nothing much.”

“Nothing much?” Gin’s eyebrows rose as he smirked, “But then again, you’ve never had an elaborate shikai to begin with.”

Aizen chuckled, sipping his glass of red wine, “Ee, but please do tell us what it does.”

R’mekia lay back in her chair looking fondly at her blood red sword Kitanai. She affectionately stroked the silver hilt of her sword and silver chain hanging down from it. She swallowed, “Kitanai Kakimushire… rips and claws.” (Kitanai the Ripper/ Kitanai Rip)

Gin leaned forward, “That’s all?”

R’mekia nodded, “Basically, I don’t really use it that often though, don’t need to.”

Aizen looked at her darkly, “Maybe you will for I haven’t told you my true objective yet.”

R’mekia raised her eyebrow and casually leaned forward, “Nanda?” What plan was Aizen scheming now?

“The King’s Key is what I desire,” Aizen said simply. “But to get the key, I need to find the person who knows where the key is.” He smiled, “And we all know who that is, don’t we?”

R’mekia swallowed, “Hai.”

“Demo… I have found another way… to create a key. All I need is for 100,000 souls on a plot of spirit-enriched land with a radius of half a spirit mile.”

“Karakura town,” R’mekia said.

Aizen nodded, adding gently, “Ima, go to sleep. You have a well planned out day ahead of you with Ulquiorra and Yammy. You will need your rest.”

R’mekia bowed, “Wakarimashite, Aizen-taicho. Oyasumi nasai.”

Aizen smiled, “Oyasumi nasai, R’mekia.”

CHAPTER FOUR!
To spy on

That night, R’mekia did not sleep well at all. She had dreams of Shinji, Hiyori, and all of her other vaizard friends torturing her in her sleep. When she awoke, her body was drenched in a cold sweat.

“Shimata,” R’mekia held her head with one hand and sighed.

R’mekia put on her new Arrancar outfit and decided to tattoo herself with marks similar to Ulquiorra’s and Grimmjow’s. When she was finished, she had a red diamond under her right eye and a green triangle under her left.

When R’mekia opened the door, she was face-to-face with Ulquiorra who was just about to politely knock and ask her if she was ready.

“…” Ulquiorra was at a loss for words.

R’mekia decided to break the silence, “Ikuze, Ulquiorra.” She then looked up at a tall Arrancar towering over her with brown skin and weird ridges on his head, “And I assume you are, Yammy, na?”

Yammy looked down at her, smirking, “So you’re R’mekia, ne? There’s been talk about the Espada ‘bout you.”

Ulquiorra stepped harshly on Yammy’s toe, “Urusai, Yammy. Ikuzo.”

The three of them walked off, Yammy limping in pain.


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“That him, Ulquiorra?”
Ulquiorra sighed a heavy annoyed sigh and shook his head, “You need to work on your analytical skills, Yammy.”

Yammy sighed, “Tch.”

R’mekia sighed walking through the town she sighed as Yammy took out a small wave of pitiful humans with his gonzui.

“Ho?” R’mekia looked up. “It seems that we have a survivor, na?” She walked towards the trembling tom-boy looking girl and smirking, crouching down next to her. R’mekia smirked and gave her a swift kick to the stomach sending her flying.

“Bye-bye!” She tauntingly said to her and opened her palm, a red ball of energy forming in it.

Yammy’s eyes widened, “Cero ka? She-”

“She’s a vaizard, Yammy. Vaizard’s can do almost any basic attacks hollows can. Are you really that dense?” Ulquiorra mockingly shook his head.

Yammy stiffened and continued to watch R’mekia.

R’mekia was about to release the forming cero, but before she could do anymore damage, she heard, “Watashi wa kotetsu suru: Koten Zanshun!” (I reject: Solitary Sacred Cutting Shield!)

R’mekia watched the amply-bosomed girl fire a fairy-like thing whizzing by her, “Nani?”

R’mekia did a back flip, kicking the fairy-thing back to where it was sent from, “Nande ya hen?” She sighed, suddenly appearing behind Orihime with her shunpo, “You have some nerve, kisama.” She gave her a swift kick to the waist and jumped high into the air landing next to Ulquiorra gracefully.

“Ulquiorra,” she said. “I’ll be going now.”

He nodded, “Go, do what you must and meet us back her, R’mekia-san.”

Yammy watched as R’mekia used her shunpo to follow the reiatsus of the Quincy. He frowned, “How come she gets to go off on separate missions, Ulquiorra? Huh?”

Ulquiorra merely closed his eyes and coldly responded, “Because she’s stronger than you, possibly even stronger than me.”

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R’mekia appeared outside a deserted building and saw that the Quincy was fighting, ‘Another Quincy? Are they trainin’ or sumthin’?’ She continued to watch, hovering near the window.
As the two Quincy raged on, she confirmed that they were very-well training, “So ka.”

She watched as Ishida nearly dodged an arrow to the shoulder. She sighed, ‘It seems like he doesn’t have that much potential.’ She turned on her foot but before she could go, an arrow was fired near her side, narrowly missing her face.

“Teme-no-yaru!” She turned to face the white-haired gentlemen who had fired the arrow at him. Her voice was drenched with hatred, “Kisama-yaru.”

“Who are you and what do you want?” He sternly demanded, forming another arrow and aiming it at her, ready to shoot.

R’mekia laughed, “Betsu ni, now that I’ve seen how pitiful that Quincy is. That boy of yours is not even worth Aizen-taicho’s time.”

Ishida froze, “Aizen-taicho?”

R’mekia gave him a twisted smile, “Not the first time you’ve heard his voice, eh?” She appeared in front of him and ran her index finger down his face, “Quincy.” She gave him a sharp jab to the stomach that sent him colliding into the wall.

Ishida coughed miserably, ‘What is she?’ He struggled to get up and ran full speed at her bringing back his hand for a punch. R’mekia easily blocked it and threw him a punch of her own, sending him flying into the wall.

Ryuken let go of an arrow, R’mekia blocked it with her zanpakto, “That all you got, teme?” R’mekia, however, was bluffing, the force of the arrow was surprisingly forceful and it had taken both of her hands to brace it.

R’mekia, however, did not spot that he had shot another behind her and was almost hit in the back – luckily, R’mekia noticed and stepped out of the way.

R’mekia clutched her side that had been grazed by the arrow, “Hm, not bad.” R’mekia internally swore, ‘Shimata! I’ll have to finish this fast… the father is much better than the son.’

She rushed forward and sliced at him with her zanpakto. A silver hair fell to the floor. R’mekia swore, ‘I missed?’

Ryuken then fired a direct hit to her stomach only for R’mekia to stop it with her bare hands. Blood streamed to the floor, “That’s a lot of power ya go packed in here.” She threw it to the floor. “Demo…”

R’mekia jumped up, using Ishida’s father’s head as a vault and landed next to the window where she had come from.

“Sumimasen na, teme-tachi, I must go now.” She chuckled and jumped out.


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When R’mekia had returned, the battle was nearing a close as Ulquiorra single-handedly deflected an energy blast from Urahara’s Benihime. R’mekia appeared beside him.
“You’re late,” Ulquiorra coldly said to her. “Have you been fighting?” He mentioned to the cut on her side and her hands that were still bleeding, “You’re injured.” He took her hands in his and examined them, ignoring R’mekia’s faint blush.

When Ulquiorra let go, R’mekia sighed, “Sumimasen, things got a little out of hand… there where two of them.”

Ulquiorra’s eyebrow raised, “San ka?” (Two?)

“Ee, one older one, probably the father, and the son,” R’mekia stated.

Ulquiorra noted that the Quincy was not with her, “You have no interest for the younger one?”

She shook his head, “He can’t even properly dodge one of my jabs: he’s trash. ” She said the last word with venom. “Zannen ya, and here I was thinking Aizen-taicho could use him.” She sighed, “Shikata nai ya.”

“But what about the other one? He managed to injure your hands quite nicely.”

R’mekia winced, “He’s… different.”

Ulquiorra was about to pester her some more when Yoruichi spoke.

Yoruichi looked up from Orihime and swore. Her eyes narrowed as she uttered, “Ogawa, you had some nerve to become a vaizard… but joining with them is just unacceptable.”

Ichigo’s eyes widened, ‘So she’s like me and Shinji? That girl?’ He looked at her, she didn’t look like a vaizard, but then again, Shinji and him really didn’t either.

R’mekia whipped around, “Ho? It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name.” She chuckled dryly, “And who are you to say what’s acceptable and what’s not, Yoruichi? Remember, you ran off with Urahara over there… isn’t that a little… ‘unacceptable?’” R’mekia’s cold teal eyes pierced Yoruichi’s golden-yellow ones.

Yoruichi winced, she did have a point. R’mekia saw this and laughed coldly, “As I thought.”

Ulquiorra moved his hand, “Ikuzo, R’mekia-san, Yammy. I’m going to tell Aizen-sama that the orange-haired shinigami that he had his eyes on, is trash and not even worth killing.”

“Bye-bye now baka-tachi, we’ll meet again… I promise,” R’mekia smirked evilly at them and the three of them were out of sight.


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As they were walking, R’mekia noticed Yammy was carrying his arm in one hand.
R’mekia gave a disapproving look at Yammy, “So even him, the unstable vaizard took your arm off? You’re weak, Yammy.”

Yammy winced, she was almost as bad as Ulquiorra, “Urusai! How dare you, a vaizard order me, an Arrancar around!”

Ulquiorra jabbed him sharply in the stomach, sending him stumbling back, doubling over in pain.

“Yammy,” he snapped, his voice as cold as venom. “Know your place. R’mekia-san is stronger than you are, thus she can order you around. You will obey her, understand?” His green eyes pieced Yammy’s, sending shiver’s down his back. When he did not get an answer he repeated, “Understand?”

“H-hai.”

R’mekia smirked, “Luckily you took care of that Ulquiorra, or else it would’ve gotten pretty bloody in here.” She chuckled.

Yammy stopped, beads of sweat streaming down his neck.

Ulquiorra ignored Yammy and ordered sharply, “Ikuzo, Yammy, Aizen-sama will not forgive your insolence nor our lateness.”


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“Aah, R’mekia, Ulquiorra, Yammy – you have returned,” Aizen smiled down at them. “Oh? It seems that you haven’t brought the Quincy, R’mekia?”
R’mekia nodded, “He would not be an asset to our cause, Aizen-taicho.”

Szayel Aporro Grantz pouted, “Aww… and I wanted so badly to experiment on one. Can you make an exception, Aizen?”

Aizen waved Grantz’ comment away, “Ulquiorra, would you mind showing us what happen?”

“Hai, Aizen-sama.”

R’mekia watched silently as Ulquiorra removed his left eye and crushed it. Dust surrounded the Espada and Aizen.

‘What a strange ability… very useful though,’ R’mekia thought.

After a while Aizen announced to them, “Very well, you have done well, minna.”


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Hiyori looked at Shinji. Shinji shook his head, “There’s nothin’ we can do now. Do ya know how we can go after her? Na?”
Hiyori lashed out at him, “Demo! We can’t just leave her like tha’! She’s betrayed us Shinji! We gotta do sumthin’!”

Shinji turned away and added darkly, “Beware of those who betray their masters… they may in turn betray you.” He then casually walked away, hands in his pant pockets leaving Hiyori to throw her sandal on the floor in utter contempt.

‘I’ll get ya, Remekia. If it’s tha last thing I do!’ Hiyori clutched her fist tightly. ‘And here I was thinkin’ that you were my friend… I was mistaken.’


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Aww! Ulquiorra likes R'mekia! He's actually standing up for her! (I know it's subtle, but he's not the type that'll suddenly want to 'make sexy time' with her... that's more like Grimmjow. xD)

More Grimmjow stuff and possibly I'll incorporate some other Arrancar in there, too.

(please post a comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))