Phoenix Tears

A/N: Hmm.. Byakuya broke up with me in MySpace... so I'm getting back at him by turning into an Espada. Guess who are my top three Arrancars?

1) Grimmjow Jaggerjack
2) Ulquiorra Schiffer
3) Hollow Ichigo. (pls don't ask)

I'm hurting inside. Really hurting inside. So all I can do is write out whatever I'm imagining as revenge and get a good kick out of it.
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She was drifting in a warm bubble in the midst of an ocean, feeling extremely safe and comfortable. Sleepily, she turned on her side, and curled up again with a soft sigh, using her arm as her pillow, long black hair drifting in the water over her head and about her face, a painting of a slumbering angel.

It wasn't to last, however.

Somewhere in her sleep, she heard a voice call out to her, calling her name.

Akamatsu Arisa.... awaken....

It disturbed her, yet comforted her, and she opened her eyes, reaching out to that voice...

.... And she gasped for breath, eyes flying open in panic as she struggled to suck in air into her lungs. The woman gave a keening scream, hands clutching at nothing in vain as her mind threatened to black out from lack of oxygen. And then, all of a sudden, the pressure on her broke, and she gave a gasp, gulping air down greedily.

"Are you alright?"

The deep tone made the woman turn slowly from where she lay, and she blinked her hazy vision to see a man wearing white robes with a red sash, his brown hair slicked back except for a single strand that fell over his eyes. He had a smile on his face, a fatherly kind of smile that was benign and proud as he looked down on his latest "child". The woman struggled to sit up. "W-Who are you?"

"I am your father and your creator. Sousuke Aizen." The man said by way of introduction, draping his outer robe over her body. "Here, you must be feeling cold."

With a start, the woman looked down at herself and saw that she was completely nude, without any covering at all. But rather than feel embarassed, she spoke again in quiet confusion. "You're my.... creator? You created me?"

"Yes, I did. And I think that my partner Gin, will be here with some clothes for you to wear soon." Aizen responded idly, placing his hand on her head. "Now... can you tell me what your name is?"

"Akamatsu Arisa.... I think..." The woman frowned. Aizen chuckled. "True, my Risa-chan.... but I don't think that name suits you much. Blanca Zamarilla sounds much more nicer, don't you think?"

Blanca purred as he ran his hand through her hair, feeling the same sense of comfort she had felt in her dreams fill her. He was her father... her master.. and she was safe with him. "Yes, Aizen-sama."

"Good." Aizen gave her head one last pet before Gin swept in through the doorway, humming a tune to himself. "Oh, our princess seems t' have woken up, eh... Aizen-sama?"

Aizen snorted and got up, taking the clothes from Gin, who eyed Blanca with intrest. The woman flushed slightly and pulled the robe tighter around her to cover her exposed body, not really liking the way he leered at her. Aizen gave him a look. "Be polite, Gin. It's rude to stare at a woman that way. Besides, you're scaring her."

"Oh, sorry..." Gin raised his hand and gave Blanca a apologetic grin before sauntering out, closing the door behind him.

"Now then..." Aizen handed her the clothes. "Put this on. I will send someone to be with you shortly."
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It was nothing she had expected.

Maybe it was the fact that the simple white clothes she wore stunned her by showing off her body, or it was the curves, and the light but strong build she never expected to have. But Blanca Zaramilla, formerly known as Akamatsu Arisa, stared at her reflection in the mirror and wondered.

The top she wore had a Chinese-like style and design, from the open collar that complimented her long neck to the way the Chinese knots ran across the top of her breasts, the top ending above her navel. It was sleeveless, but her right arm had a betached sleeve, that was more like a kimono sleeve, but it flared and hung down her sword arm. The rest of her outfit was the usual hakama, with a thick black sash that had extra material. This she absently braided and let it hang down her side.

Her hair, as far as she could see, was waist long, but had fiery streaks of crimson that were fierce, bright and bold, and was styled in a layered manner, one part of her fringe falling down to hide her right eye.

Lastly, she inspected her Arrancar mask. It curved around her forehead like a tiara and under her right eye, looking very much like a cross between Tesla's and Grimmjow's except that the jaw portion of her mask only had the lower jaw missing.

Blanca drew in a sharp breath when someone knocked on her door and she hurried to open it, seeing a blue-haired Arrancar standing outside, his hand still raised in mid-knock. Her eyebrows furrowed in slight regconition as a name passed through her mind. "...... Grimmjow...?"

"Kami-sama..." Grimmjow slowly lowered his hand and stepped back. "Senorita Akamatsu. That bastard Gin wasn't kidding when he said you were brought back."

"Blanca." She said, and the Arrancar's brows furrowed in confusion. "Blanca Zamarilla," she repeated softly. "Aizen-sama gave me a new name. I... don't know what I'm doing here.. or how I know you. I just woke up.... and Aizen..."

Grimmjow stared at her for a minute more as he processed the information given to him, then closed his eyes and made a soft "Ch..." between his teeth. "Ain't gonna change much of what happened. But still... welcome to the Espada, kid... again."

Blanca found him to be a bit strange, seeming to drift between arrogance, indiffrence and softness while facing her, but she lifted her chin and took the arm that he offered her. "Thank you, Senor. I hope not to get in your way often."

"Yeah, you better not." Grimmjow's mutter sounded rough, but warm. "Go bug the Cuarto Espada if you can.... but I won't mind if you'd come over and dance the Paso Doble with me once in a while."

Blanca smiled. "Of course. I'd love to."

Together, they pushed open the double doors that led to Aizen's throne room.