Ulquiorra's Angel

Out From Under by RED is the theme song.

Karakura town. In the daytime, it's just a typical town, with your average human beings going about their business. At night, it's quiet and peaceful, with your average human beings either in bed or sitting in front of the TV, watching as it turns their brains to mush. Just a normal town.

Yeah, right.

Karakura's the hometown for all things abnormal, like Hollows; corrupt spirits with supernatural powers that devour the souls of both living and dead humans. The only ones who can stop them are the Shinigami; spirits that have gone to the Soul Society and studied at the academy, trained to cleanse these beasts and perform soul funerals so that dead can pass on. Each one wields a unique sword generated from their own souls. I'm one of those Shinigami, kind of.

I was told that my father belonged to one of the Soul Society's four noble houses, whereas my mother was an ordinary human. I'm still alive; I'm still human, but I've been trained at the academy and by Byakuya Kuchiki himself to become a Shinigami.

The Gotei 13 – the military organisation that most graduates go to after leaving the academy – is made up of thirteen divisions, each lead by a different captain and their sidekick, the lieutenant. The divisions also specialise in different things. For example, the Fourth Division is the medical squad, the Twelfth Division specialises in science and research and everyone in the Eleventh Division exist only for battles and fighting. My position is third seat in the Tenth Division, my Taicho being a grouchy, white-haired shorty named Toshiro Hitsugaya. I was going to go to the Eleventh Division, playing seventh seat, but once we discovered my Zanpakuto was a kido-type, that ideal kind of went down the toilet. But I'm happy where I am, and that's all that's important.

So, Karakura town is where I am positioned at this moment in time. Walking along the streets. For once, all is quiet, all is peaceful. That is, until I hear faint voices behind me.

"Rape!" I scream as my arms are thrust forcefully behind my back, effectively restricting my movements.

"What?" a blue-haired man says. "Who would want to rape you?"

"Honestly, I don't even know what the word means," I admit.

"Then why use it?" the voice from above me asks.

"Because Ran-chan said, 'if you're ever being restrained by men you don't know, scream 'rape' and somebody should come and help you.' Toshi-kun interrupted her before she could explain what it meant," I answer, gazing up into my captor's emerald green eyes. "By the way, you have pretty eyes."

"I can't believe she's the one he sent us to get," the blue-haired one mutters. "She's so damn weak."

"No I'm not!"

"And she's stupid, too."

"Take that back!"

"Make me." He closes in on me, our faces so close that our noses nearly touch.

"You have pretty eyes, too," I tell him. "But Captor-sama's are prettier."

"Stupid bitch," he utters and shoves his hand into my jacket's pocket, taking out my Chappy gikongan dispenser.

"Hey, give that back!"

"Hell no." He chucks it over his shoulder and where it lands I have no idea. He digs around in my pockets some more before retrieving my other gikongan and throwing them away. Earlier I'd been shopping at Urahara's, hence why I have all these goods on me. "What's this little ball do?" he asks, holding up a small, marble-shaped green ball and examining it closely.