She walked out of the school. Her hair was brown and short, styled into a bob. The ends of her hair kinked up. She adjusted her red-glasses. She looked exactly like me. But a few things were missing. Like the beauty mark near my lips, my past and recovered past scars under my arm and the several brown patches of past injuries on my leg.

I can't believe Aizen was making me watch this.

She smiled at Shinji and waved at him. I scrunched my nose in disgust. She went over to his side and walked with him. Gosh, I was hoping he would notice the difference. She talked exactly like me, but her accent was a little off. It didn't have that signature Malay tinge I had. Her reactions were exactly the same. The blushing, the finger fidgeting.

Did I look like that? I looked dumb, like calm down, sis, damn.

Shinji eyed her for a moment before excusing himself. She shyly waved at Shinji as he air-walked away from the clone. She continued walking, heading over to Urahara's.

"Illusions," I sighed, looking over to Aizen, "Why are you making me watch this?" Aizen looked over to me, "You're going to watch this silently," he ignored my question. I turned my head back to the screen, "Yes," I answered. "Yes, what?" I tensed up a little. I hate to say it. "Yes, Lord Aizen." Aizen-sama, I squinted my eyes, hating myself for saying it.

The clone skipped happily into Urahara's shop. She went down the trapdoor. Greeting the shop-keeper like I always did. Her moves, her ability, everything about her was the same. Usually, I wouldn't mind someone mimicking me since mimicry was the best compliment. But this wasn't mimicry.

I was getting replaced by another version of me. That was actually me.

"You don't have to worry about a thing," he placed his hand on my shoulder, "All your friends wouldn't notice." This gave me a sickening feeling in the gut. If I wasn't so tired, tears would have gone down my cheeks. I was exhausted. My lips trembled. I'm being replaced. It looped in my head.

The feeling of being unwanted clenched onto my very soul.

"You'll serve a better purpose here," was he trying to comfort me? Or was he trying to manipulate me? "You'll be treated like an honoured guest here." Tears went down my cheeks. I wiped it with my palm. I noticed a silver bracelet on my left wrist. I fiddled with it, trying to get it off. It was stuck. "Manipulating time isn't your only ability," he explained, after seeing my reaction, "I'll take that off once I trust you wouldn't use your other ability against me."

"Yes, Lord Aizen," the word slipped out my mouth, causing me to cringe a little. My fingers gripped onto the skirt of my school uniform. My hands shaking and my knuckles turned white. I was seeing a version of myself living my own life. Wearing my clothes. Mimicking my every move. Endless tears came down my eyes. Seeing myself so easily replaced made everything inside me shatter.

Seeing no one reacting differently made it worse.

The clone had a smile plastered on her lips. As she floated around and dodged Abarai-Kun's attack. Chad lifting her up and launching her like we always do. Kisuke-San making remarks regarding the length of my skirt. Ururu bringing them food and beverages. The clone laughing along with them. Everyone smiling and interacting with her.

"I don't want to look at this anymore," I turned my back to the screen. My eyes stung and dried tears were visible on my cheeks with soft sobs coming out of my mouth, "Please." It hurts. It really hurts.

Aizen lifted my chin up. I was too tired to even react or say anything else. He only poked me a little and I was already falling apart. I was already trembling and giving in. "Ulquiorra," he called out. "Yes, Lord Aizen," the pale Espada answered. "Bring her to her chambers," Aizen turned his back at me, gesturing to go follow the Espada. "Yes, Lord Aizen," he answered.

I followed him, standing next to him. Since I wasn't in a panicked state as before, I could see all his features clearly. He had fairly short messy black hair with a part of his bangs falling between his green cat-like eyes. He had a black upper lip that always seemed to be frowning. He appeared melancholic. He was wearing a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama. The jacket had a long coattail and higher collar.

We entered a large room. The blue couch was leaning on the left wall while the opposite was a bookshelf. In between the two furniture was an orange carpet. The room only had one window which was high up. Moonlight shone into the room through the bars of the window. It looked like a cellar but at least there was a couch with three cushions. A white uniform was folded neatly on the couch.

"When I return, you must already be wearing the uniform," he spoke. I turned to look at him in the eyes. They were blank. No signs of emotions. They looked empty. Alone. I looked away from him. I nodded, walking to the couch. The door slammed shut as Ulquiorra left. I ran my hand over the fabric before picking it up. I watched the uniform unfold.

It was a typical black and white Arrancar uniform. It had a flower-shaped turtle neck with a black gem on it. There was a black line from the top of the collar to the black sash on the hip. Its sleeves were long and puffy. At the ends, it had a similar design as the collar. There was a cape hanging at the back and it stopped right after the sash. The skirt was two-layered. The outer layer covered the inner skirt with a circle cut at the middle front, fashioned to look like the moon in Hueco Mundo's sky.

If Aizen had designed it, it was cute as heck.