My limbs felt weak as I slowly pushed myself up. I was on the floor, the tiles were cold and dark. I blinked a few times, putting a hand on my head. Then it hit me, where am I? I snapped my head up, seeing a wide balcony that showed off a view. The sky was dark and the moon shone brightly. There was also a white grand chair placed at the centre of the platform. And Aizen was sitting on it. Though he looked different.

I was lying down next to the stairs. I slowly got onto my feet, the menacing figure eyed my every movement. Aizen looked different. His hair was swept back with a strand hanging over his face. His glasses seemed to have vanished. His clothes were no longer the typical teacher uniform, it was a white with black lines outfit and a pink sash around his waist.

Oh, kenapalah nasib aku begini? (Oh, why is my luck like this?)

"Welcome to Las Noches," he announced, his voice threateningly calm. Las Noches? Oh, god. Oh, f-- Renji told me about it. And I did not forget. A big palace in the middle of a dessert and Arrancars and Espadas live in them? Yeah, it wasn't easy to forget. I took a step back, noticing I was still in my school uniform. Though, I smelled like sandalwood. "What do you want from me...?" My voice shrank, my hands held together tightly on my chest.

"Don't be coy with me," he neared the side of his face to his hand, giving him a somehow dominant type of look. "You know exactly what I want," His brown eyes flashed. "I'm aware of your ability to manipulate time." I froze, wondering how he discovered. What else did he know? I felt like I could pass out from a panic attack at any moment.

"I've placed a little device on the frame of your spectacles," he leaned onto his knuckles, "I saw what you've seen." At first, I thought, how? Then I realised, a few weeks ago, he adjusted my glasses. And I dismissed it. I should have been more cautious.

But one question still remained, "Why me?"

That seemed to delight him. "Everyone was focused on protecting the other girl, correct?" He slowly got off his throne, "I originally planned to place that device on you, so you'll be my personal spy. But, that seems to have changed," he slowly approached me. My feet freeze on the tiles, "You were smart for trying to hide it from me. But I was a step ahead of you," he took my glasses. His hand went on the frame and he scratched something out.

He placed my glasses back on my nose and gently pushed it to place. It was incredibly small. It was a thin as paper. He held it between his index finger and middle. "There's no use for this now," he crushed the item with his two fingers. It broke and its dust was barely visible, it slipped right through his fingers. "Now," he lifted my chin up, "You'll be assisting me in rebuilding my army."

"And what if I refuse?" I snapped my head away from his grip. Disgusting. He placed a hand on my back, gesturing me to follow him. He walked to the balcony. His hand went to the railings, "I'm sure you're informed of this place," he said, turning his head to me. I stared out to the white lifeless dessert. "If you refuse to co-operate, I'll have to throw you out there," my knuckles turned white from gripping my uniform, "We wouldn't want that now, do we?"

I shook my head. I looked over to Aizen, goosebumps rose on my arms. He turned me away from the balcony and walked me over to the throne. I stood by the small steps, staring at what seemed to look like Hollow mask. I took a few steps towards it. They were fragments of Hollow masks. Each differently shaped. They were 5 fragments.

"Use your powers on one of them," Aizen's voice caused me to jump out of my skin. My hands trembling, I hovered my hand over one. It was a fanged bottom jaw. My hand glowed. I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I watched something formed around it. But it didn't look like Hollow bits. I gasped, nearly falling over.

It was flesh. Actual human flesh.

I continued in my panicked state. I bought my other hand to quicken the process. I figure started to form. My heartbeat quickened. There it was. A brunette man lying on the floor, the jaw positioned along his neck. I fell back, overwhelmed by the death of the man. The man flinched a little, his eyes still closed. My eyes went to the figure, unable to believe what I just did.

I resurrected someone. I bought them back from the dead.

I slowly got back onto my feet. I turned to Aizen. He looked like he wanted me to continue and do it with the rest. My hands trembled, I bit my lip. I looked over to a broken horned helmet. I went over to it and did the same. My mind kept telling me it was just a dream. I would wake up at any moment. And I hoped it would be soon.

I took a step back. This figure had pale white skin and black short hair. Teal lines ran down his face from his eyes, as if it was a teardrop. The mask was placed on the top-side of his head. I froze. Seeing a whole battle flashing right before my eyes. Ichigo, Orihime and Ishida were there. It looked like they were all in Hueco Mundo. But it looked different.

Before I could even process, the vision vanished. Leaving me overwhelmed and breathless. I felt tired. Maybe fatigued even. It was no surprise something like this would drain me tremendously. I wanted to stop. If Aizen wasn't looking at me so closely, I would have collapsed on the floor, snoring.

A small set of jawbones and teeth caught my eye. I sat down this time. I placed my hand over it and watched a figure take shape right under my hands. This one was freakishly tall. The Hollow fragment was covered by an eyepatch. The figure had black hair which passed his shoulders. He looked like a spoon. That was the only way to describe him. He looked like one oversized spoon.

There was a few left. A top row of teeth and normal-looking rectangular-framed glasses.