The Second Generation

Primitiva Starrk

It's early morning. At least it is for me. You couldn't tell that it's early morning just by looking outside either, the only indication is the clock on my bedside table that's currently ringing it's annoying wake up call.

I quickly reach over and fumble around for the button to turn the alarm off, my slender fingers soon finding the snooze button.

Minutes pass as I debate whether or not I can get away with going back to sleep for another hour or so without getting into too much trouble. As I debate this, the timer on the alarm clock goes off and unfortunately starts it's shrieking again.

The clock's cries end my inability to sleep as it forces me to fully wake up and do something about it, ending my laziness that I acquired from my father.

I squint my eyes open and turn to face the annoyance. Just as my eyes focus on the object, it's wheels start to move and it quickly hops off of the nightstand and darts under my cozy bed to continue its call from there.

I sigh deeply and force myself to sit up, trying my best to ignore the piercing cry coming from beneath my bed. I then slowly swing my legs over the edge of the bed, tossing my blankets away as I do so. With little motivation, I stand up and stretch lazily, yawning widely as an expression of how tired I am.

I quickly get to my hands and knees and crawl under my bed to reach into the dark shadows to successfully turn off the earpeircing cries. Once the device is finally turned off, I walk over to my closet to change into something new and clean.

I pick out my normal pair of clothes which consists of a white arrancar uniform. I pull the shirt over my head and hollow fragment. I then slowly put on the white skirt and head over to my mirror to inspect how I look.

My eyes scan over my long, wavy dark brown hair, my soft tan skin and my tired grey eyes. The next thing I see is my hollow fragment, identical to my father's which is a jawbone on my neck just above my chest. Then I spot my hollow hole just underneath the fragment to which my shirt partially covers. My shirt is the typical arrancar uniform which is a white long sleeved shirt with small black highlights on the sleeves. My skirt is a white short frilled skirt that ends mid thigh, giving notice to my knee high white socks. Finally, on my feet are the usual white and black shoes.

'This is me..' I think to myself as I look at my reflection in the mirror, 'Primitiva Starrk, daughter to Coyote Starrk. I am espada number one from the second generation..' I think as my eyes take in the last of my features, lazily scanning over every inch of my six foot frame.

Satisfied, I sigh and walk over to a desk by the door to retrieve my yellow hilted Zanpakto and place it in a holster at my side before walking out of the room.

I walk the quiet corridors of Las Nochas, my footsteps echoing loudly against the marbel flooring and walls.
I remember the first time I walked down these hallways, it was right after I was first created.

~Flash back~

"It's time for you to wake up, number one.." I hear a strong female voice call to me in the darkness.

'Darkness.. Wait, darkness..? Why is it so dark? I should be able to see at least something..' I think to myself as I struggle to see something.. Anything..

"Relax, you're safe, Primitiva Starrk. Ah, that's it, Primitiva. Yes, that sounds like a fine name for you." The female says again.

Upon hearing her voice, I strain to try and turn around in an attempt to find the source of the voice to no avail. My eyes show no source of light or colour and my limbs seem unable to move as if they aren't even there, which further confuses my numb brain.