The Arrancar kind...

You're wandering the city, on patrol for any Hollow's...you sense something. A powerful almost overwhelming Spirital Pressure. Turning your head up toward the sky you spot an opening. You appear up before it, standing on thin air. A woman steps through the opening...on her head is a skull...the remains of a Hollow mask.

You grip the hilt of your Zanpakutō in preperation for battle...but she doesn't attack. The opening is closed and she gazes at you strangely. "You...feel like Him." You're not eager to go one of one with this woman without using Bankai...but could you pull it off? "You smell like him too."

Her voice coming from behind you immediately causes you to tense up. You turn to find she's gone. "You move like him too." You wheel back around to face this Arrancar...your patience is running thin. "But...you don't look like him...what's your name?" 'Ladies first', you say, your voice absolutely dripping with sarcasim.

"Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck. And yours is?"

"Valentine Frost." She approaches slowly and you take an involentary step back. She stops in front of you and examines your face closely, as if it is the most interesting thing in the entire world.

"I see the resemblence...your Spirital-Pressure is even similar...however slightly that may be." You jump back and draw your Zanpakutō.

"Bankai!" The release of your Zanpakutō is violent, blowing out the lights for several miles around. You disipate the swirling storm of Spirital Energy with your free hand and stare at her.

"Your Bankai is distinctly different." Your Spirital Pressure is...dark. Heavy like a Hollow's. He controls that."

"Shut-up!" You cover the ground between you two in an instant. It's the fastest flash-step you've ever used. Drawing the blade from the sheathe you attack...and she actually grabs it. She stares at the blade and then back at you.

"You have the same short temper...and even the same scowl." You try to free your blade but she won't let it go. She reaches out and grasps you by the neck, lifting you off your feet. You struggle but it's to no avail...your mask...you need it. Immediately it appears on your face and you break free from her...it's more like she let's you go.

"You possess a mask as well."

"Leave...or I'm gonna kill you..." You sheath the blade slowly and then grasp the hilt. She make's no move to run and you tighten your grip. "Very well..." You slide a leg back and move the sword to your left hip. "Groan..." It's the fastest you've ever moved. You appear behind the Arrancar, blade drawn and held out to your right.

"You are fast and powerful...but your spirital energy lacks the ability to cut me." You look back at her in shock and move away. "You are just like him...and yet so different." Sheathing your blade you prepare for another strike. A hand grasps you by the wrist and in a swift movement she tears the mask from your face.

"Wha...?"

"Do not do that again, Valentine Frost." Instead of an attack she lets you retreat and you grit your teeth. 'Cleave that Arrancar bitch in half, Partner!' The hollow's cry is powerful enough to send you to a knee. He's just as pissed as you are. Your hand comes up to your face and the energy gathers.

Just like Kurosaki you bring your hand over your face in a ripping motion. The mask appears and you sigh...although it sounds more like a hiss. "You are persistant."

"Filthy Arrancar...how dare you show your face in this town?"

"I've done nothing to instigate an attack. Your actions were hostile first." You stop...the mask disperses and you raise the sheathe up to rest on your shoulder.

"Yeah...you know how to make an entrance though. Maybe use something a little less distinct next time." She nods. "As for attacking you..." A blush creeps into your cheeks as you apologize to her.

"It is fine, Valentine Frost."

"Just call me Valentine." She nods once more. "Why are you here?"

"I sensed a strange spirital energy...similar to an Espada."

"The Espada are dead, Arrancar. The Captain's wiped them out before Aizen was imprisoned." She smiles and chuckles...it sets you on guard immediately.

"How bizar...perhaps I was was wrong." She brushes a strange of green hair behind her ear. Something is...off. Her spirital pressure doesn't feel all that Hollow-Like. It's heavy, but not evil. She catches you staring and you blush a bit.

"Um...I haven't sensed anything strange but...you're welcome to poke around. You seem to be different then the others. More restrained."

"Thank you, Valentine." You like the way she says your name for some strange reason...her voice is soft and quiet. "Would you care to accompany me?"

"Y-Yeah...sure." You follow the admitedly FAST Arrancar around the town. What she's searching for you don't know but she's moving with a purpose and you're trying to keep up. When you stop to rest you have time to talk with her some more, which you take.

She talk's mostly about books, novels that you've both read...you're surprised to be honest. You didn't think anyone else had your taste in books. Before you know it the two of you are talking like old friends, not enemies. You've almost forgotten she's an Arrancar when you sense the arrival of several Shinigami.

"Friends of yours?"

"The Soul-Society holds no friends of mine, Nel." You stand and face the direction of the new arrivals. They're strong opponents, of that you have no doubt. Neither of you try to surpress your spirital energy as they close in. Before you appears two Captain's. Byakuya Kuchiki and Jūshirō Ukitake.

"Arrancar..." Byakuya grasps the hilt of his Zanpakutō and you step in between the two of them. "Move, Valentine, do not make matters worse for yourself by siding with this Arrancar."

"Shut-up...that noble attitude of yours really pisses me off. Guy's like you, who are born with everyone handed to them, who don't have a single callous on their hands...you disgust me."

"I'll say it once again...stand aside."

"Return to the Soul-Society, Kuchiki." He draws his Zanpakutō.

"Scatter...Senbonzakura." The sword-disappears and a wave of cherry-bloosm's begins to swirl around you and Nel.

"Bankai..."