Disclaimer: This story was written after the story of the same name from thecolorsilver. I wrote to the author and asked for permission whether or not I could re-write their story, which I highly encourage you to go read, in my own way. However, I fear they may no longer be an active member as I got no answer till today. And so I took the liberty and write the story. However, should they come back and demand I take the story down I shall do so.

He didn't know for how long he has been walking the desert now. It could have been moths for all it felt like. But deep down he knew it had been merely weeks. Weeks since he was turned into a hollow. Strange, he couldn't even phantom ever being that naive fourteen year old boy anymore. It all seemed so far away. Even though it was mere weeks. It all was so far away and ridiculous now that he lost his heart, leaving his earthly form behind.

He wished to forget all past of his. There was nothing left for him. Nothing at all but emptiness.

He didn't know what to do. He walked the desert, but had no destination. There was no real destination in Hueco Mundo he knew of he could go to, nor did he really care. He lost the ability to care with his transformation.

There were many other hollows, but most avoided him. They feared him, feared him being a Vasto Lorde. There were very few like him. Personally he never met one.

Those that did not stay away and tried to attack him were killed immediately. They couldn't hope to stand a chance against him. Those that did not attack him attempted to make contact. They wanted his help. His protection maybe? Or simply companionship? Some female hollows openly offered themselves to him, but he never was interested. No, he never spoke to them and merely ignored them. Even if he, for some reason, wanted to speak to them he couldn't. His current form prohibited him from speaking for some reason. Not that he minded. He didn't like speaking. Actually, he hated it.

And so alone he wandered the endless, white desert, wondering about his existence.

Looking up at the dark sky of Hueco Mundo he sighed. There was nowhere for him to go. He had no destination, no drive, no purpose. All he had left was his empty existance.

Sighing once more he closed his eyes. When he was about to move again he noticed a reiatsu approaching him. It was very powerful. Easily stronger than him.

Running was pointless, he knew knew that reiatsu. He avoided it times before. Now, though, he let his guard down as he pondered about his existence, and now whatever it was that was looking for him would finally catch up to him. Running was pointless, he wouldn't get far.

Standing still he waited for whatever it was fate had in store for him. Whatever it was he would face it head on and see what it wanted.

Facing the direction he felt the power from he waited. Moments later a man stood some distance away from him. He had brown hair and eyes, and was wearing glasses. But it was his attire that gave him away. He wore a simple, black shihakusho and over it a white captain's haori. He was a soul reaper.

A soul reaper captain. He had seen one before when he was still a human. That captain, Byakuya Kuchiki, nearly killed him when he wanted to protect his friend, Rukia.

Was the captain here to kill him?

The captain looked at him and smiled. "I have finally found you." He smiled a gentle smile. What was this man? Why was he smiling and why did he seem so pleased? He sure didn't seem he wanted to fight. It perplexed him.

"I've been on the search for you for a while now." The captain came closer, not showing any hostility. "You are an elusive one."

He couldn't help but tilt his head to the side in wonderment about the captain.

"Nothing to say?" The man seemed amused. "That's quite alright." He smiled again. "My name is Sosuke Aizen a soon-to-be former captain of Soul Society." He introduced himself to the masked hollow in front of him. As he watched the being in front of him merely raised one arm and point towards its mouth and shaking its head.

He didn't know what to think of the soul reaper, everything about him was so strange, but he felt it better to let that captain know he couldn't speak.

"Ah, I see, you can't speak, am I right?" Aizen gave the being another gentle smile as he watched it shake its head in confirmation. "That's quite alright, you don't need to speak. I'm sure we can come to an agreement without it."
He looked at the man. Was he serious? He wanted to come to an agreement with him? With a hollow? Why?

He gave the captain a questioning look.

"You see I'm planning on rebelling against Soul Society and its backwards and narrow-minded ways." The captain began. "I want to change it. Change it to better ways, and with it the human world and Hueco Mundo as well. However, I can't do it alone, I need help, an army." Aizen continued. "And that is why I'm looking for allies. Allies the ignorant Soul Society would never dream of approaching. Strong hollows to help me realize my dream. A dream of peace."
Now that was interesting. How did this man wish to accomplish such a task? A mere hollow, although a strong Vasto Lorde, would have a hard time fighting all the captain-lever soul reapers.

"I already have some allies I found." The man answered his thoughts. "They were strong hollows, just like you, whom I granted more power. Together they make the Espada, my army."
So he already had several other hollows at his disposal? And what did he mean by giving them more power? As far as he knew the highest evolution of a hollow was becoming a Vasto Lorde.

"If you come with me I will explain everything to you and grant you more power than you posses even now." Aizen smiled. "Come with me and I will give you a purpose."
It was the last thing Aizen said that caught his attention. A purpose. Was it possible for something like him to have a purpose? He looked around at the vast emptiness surrounding him. There was nothing for him in this desert. Nothing but loneliness and nothingness. Perhaps if he went with the soul reaper he would gain something he lost with his transformation.

He looked at the smiling captain in front of him. The man seemed honest. Not to mention he didn't need to lie to him to drag him into some kind of trap. If he wanted to Aizen could have easily killed him any time he wanted. He could feel the immense power the captain held.

All while he was thinking the captain waited patiently. It told him a lot about the man. Nodding he decided he had nothing to lose with going with the captain.

Together they travelled to a giant structure that could be seen for miles away. As they got closer he could see how vast it truly was. It might as well have another world inside it. In the future he'd come to realise that it was larger than the Seireitei in Soul Society.

"This is the fortress of Las Noches." Aizen explained. "It is the base of our operations."

Walking inside he could see a bright, blue sky, unlike the rest of Hueco Mundo which was always dark. Here there was light. It reminded him of the human world.

Together they walked the giant corridors of Las Noches, all the walls and ceilings were white, with the floor being grey. No other colours were present.

They walked for a long time until they came face to face with large double-doors. Walking inside he found himself in a kind of throne room, with others present there. He could see another captain present. One with silver hair, closed eyes and kind of a sly smile plastered on his face. The man reminded him of a snake.

Then there were other hollows, he could tell by their reiatsu, but they were different. They looked human. And each having a zanpakuto. Were those the other hollows Aizen spoke about? Were their human forms the power he could give him? If that was it he wanted it as well.

"Let me introduce you around." Aizen offered. "This," he gestured towards the silver-haired captain, "is my right hand, Gin Ichimaru. My other captain helper sadly couldn't be here, but you shall meet soon enough." He smiled.

"I see you finally found him, captain Aizen." Gin smiled.

"That I finally did. He is an elusive one." Aizen smiled and then he indicated the rest of the people in the room. "And these are my Arrancar." Then remembering he continued. "Our friend here is unable to speak in his current state."

He looked at the captain with confusion, Arrancar? What were Arrancar?

Seeing the confused look on his new subject Aizen elaborated. "You see I found there is another evolutionary step for hollows. To become Arrancar. However, very few can achieve it. And that is why I looked for ways on how to trigger it myself, and I did. With the help of the Hogyoku," He took took out a small gem-like object he kept in the room, "I can give hollows soul-reaper-like powers."
He looked at the Arrancar once more. So that's how. With that thing he can remove their hollow boundaries and make them more soul-reaper-like. Making them basically hybrids.

That's why they looked human and had each a zanpakuto. That's why Aizen was looking for beings like him. Strong hollows to turn into Arrancar for his army.

Looking at them he could sense their immense powers.

"If you kneel and accept my authority," Aizen brought him out of his thoughts, "I shall grant you such powers as well and make you one of us."

Thinking things over he decided it couldn't harm. And for the most part he'd have his human shape back. Walking closer to Aizen he went on one knee before the man.

Aizen smiled his pleased smiled and slowly touched the Hogyoku to his kneeling subject. When he did so a bright light filled the room, making the others shield their eyes.

He could feel his body change. His bone-like armour disappeared and he got his original built back. His eyes reversing back to their original chocolate brown. His hair too changed colour, becoming orange in colour once more. However, it remained long, reaching below his waist.

Once the light died down he was kneeling there now naked. His hair obscuring his face. Then he felt somebody throw a blanket around him.

Aizen smiled, satisfied. "Stand, our new brother." He commanded his new subject.

Pulling the blanket tightly around himself and using it to hide the lower half of his face from his eyes down he stood up. Was it to obscure his mask? But no matter how much he might have changed and even with half his face hidden Aizen recognised him immediately. "Ichigo Kurosaki."

Ichigo looked at the man perplexed. He knew him? How? He had never met the captain before.

The other Espada too were confused. Where did Aizen know this hollow from?

Quickly getting over his surprise he smiled pleasantly once again. "Welcome into our ranks."
Ichigo nodded at this.
"Ah, is it possible you do not like speaking?" Asked Aizen.

Ichigo nodded again.

"That's quite alright, you don't have to speak if you don't wish to." He smiled. "Nelliel," he ordered one of his Espada, "from today Ichigo shall be your fracción." The woman that stepped forward was tall with long, wavy, green hair, hazel eyes and a crymson line that run horizontally across her face just below her eyes. She bowed to Aizen. "Now go, get him some clothes of his choice. Afterwards stop by the armoury and get him a zanpakuto. Once you're finished come to me, there is a lot we have to discuss."
Without a word the green-haired woman nodded, then gave Ichigo a look that told him to follow. Ichigo did as instructed and silently followed the woman, still holding his blanket, covering himself and hiding his face.

She led him around Las Noches until they reached what Ichigo suspected were her quarters.

Opening the door she led him inside. They were vast rooms, almost like a palace. All the rooms were white with some pieces of décor, all, once again, white. Although bland he did think it was rather nice and felt homely.

"Stay here." Nelliel instructed him, and then disappeared deeper into her rooms. Moments later she re-appeared with various pieces of clothing. All white with black trimming. "Pick whatever you're comfortable with. I'll be back in a few minutes." She then left him alone to pick whatever he liked.

Letting the blanket fall to the ground he looked at his body. He looked similar to his old human self, with the exception of his now considerably paler skin, the hollow hole in the middle of his chest, and his mask, that covered the entire lower half of his face. It was a bone-like mask, with sharp, pointed teeth. It ran down the underside of his jaw ending where it met his throat, with small, bone fragments that looked like shark teeth running from where his mask ended, in the middle of his throat, down to his hollow hole (For the look of his mask think of Halibel's mask, only with sharp teeth).

After examining his body he touched his face. His mask and hollow hole were the last parts that marked him as a hollow. He didn't mind them. Actually, he felt great. He felt stronger than ever before.

Looking through the clothing he picked a pair of underwear, then put on a fully white hakama and black boots on. Next he picked a white under-shirt (like that of Aizen), and secured an azure blue sash around his waist. The last items he picked out were a short jacket, with an extra high collar, to hide his mask (Like the jacket of Halibel), and a pair of white gloves.

Once he was fully clothed he went to look for Nelliel, finding her sitting on a sofa, eyes closed, almost as if sleeping how peaceful she looked. Not wishing to disturb her he waited patiently for her to acknowledge him.

After a while she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, seeing him standing several feet waiting patiently for her. She smiled at him. "I see you are ready, Ichigo."
He nodded his confirmation.
"Ah, that's right, you don't like to speak, correct?" Her smiled never wavered.

Although he didn't like it he felt like he should respond to his new master, so not to insult her. "Yes," his voice low, but still audible, "it makes me uncomfortable."
Nelliel had a look of surprise on her face. She didn't expect a response, but she smiled warmly at the boy. "That's quite alright, Ichigo. If you like you can whisper things to me and I will relate them to others."

Ichigo looked up at her smiling face. "That would be nice." He nodded, his voice neutral and expression blank.

Nodding her understanding she walked over to him. "Let's get going. Lord Aizen wants to speak to us, and we still have to stop by the armoury."
But before they could make a move the door suddenly flew open and in came charging two men. "Is it true, Lady Nelliel, that we have a new brother?" Shouted the thin one.

Lady? Was he supposed to call her that?

"That must be him, don'cha know?" Pointed the larger one at Ichigo.

Nel chuckled, while Ichigo merely looked confused. "Yes, this is our new brother," she motioned to Ichigo, "Ichigo Kurosaki." She then proceeded to hug him, which shocked the new Arrancar and he didn't know how to respond. And then the other two were upon him as well.

Such contact made him uncomfortable and he was unsure on how to deal with it.

"We are now a family, don'cha know?" The big one grinned at him.

He was glad when the trio let go of him and ended the awkward hug. Nel merely giggled at his discomfort. "These are my other fracción, Pesche and Dondochakka." She introduced the two of them.

They merely got a nod from him.
Nel chuckled again. "Ichigo doesn't like to talk, it makes him uncomfortable." She explained to her two companions. "But they are right, Ichigo, the four of us are a family now. And it would make me happy if you could speak to them as well. You don't need to speak to anybody else."
Sighing deeply he nodded his understanding. Things were getting more complicated by the minute. Then he paused, slightly uncomfortable again. "My name….," he began slowly, surprising the two newcomers, "I dislike that name….of mine….Lady Nelliel."
Nel gave him a warm smile. "Please, just call me Nel." She then frowned. "I can understand a dislike for a name, but you do need one."
"Maybe we could give him a new one?" Suggested Pesche with a wide grin.

"He could bear your name, Lady Nelliel, don'cha think?" Chirped in Dondochakka.

Ichigo gave them a questioning look.

"My full name is Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck." She fully introduced herself. Her look then turned serious. "Would accept my name as your own?"

Giving a stranger her own name was a serious matter, he knew that, and it surprised him she was this open to it. If he accepted he'd be fully submitting himself to her.

Thinking about it he decided he liked name, and even more so the fact he was no longer alone. She was his master now. Nodding he knelt before her.

Nel's eyes softened and she smiled at his antics. "Alright. I hereby name you….Sorarin Tu Odelschwanck."

The other two fracción applauded. "Welcome Sora, our new brother!" Pesche pretended to be in tears as Dondochakka just grinned wide.

He just got his name and it was already shortened? He sighed deeply.

"Come now, Sora, we really need to go get your weapon and then see Lord Aizen." Nel gave him a warm smile and bid him to follow.

"We will come with you, Lady Nelliel, we want to be with out new brother!" Exclaimed Pesched, making a pirouette.

Sighing Nel didn't say anything, just lead the way, letting the two follow them. When they arrived at the armoury Sora could see many swords in racks. Walking over to one and taking it Nel turned to him. "This is an Asauchi, a sword given to every soul reaper that enters their academy. It is their signature weapon. At first every single Asauchi looks the same, a bland katana, but creating a bond with the blade and realising their Zanpakuto spirit they proceed to mould it with their spirit and actions into weapons of unique looks and abilities." She explained about the blade. "We as Arrancars can manifest a blade from our souls and use that one instead to fight and achieve our release state. However, it will never be as strong as an Asauchi. You can, of course, not take one, but I encourage you to do so." She then looked around the room. "Normally no soul reaper has a say what blade they get. They are simply distributed at random. But is there a blade that speaks to you?"

Sora was already looking into one particular direction. Walking forward he stared at a particular blade. There was nothing special about it. It looked the same as the others, but somehow he felt something like a connection to it.

Nel watched him with genuine curiosity. Did he really feel something?

He took the sword and immediately felt something. it was like a calling. Pulling it out of its sheath he saw it was an ordinary katana. However, as he held it in his hand he almost heard something telling him he should pour his reiatsu into the blade. He concentrated and started pouring his power into his new sword. He could see his reiatsu was the colour of azure blue as well. Was his power why he felt such a strong preference towards this particular colour?

After a while the sword started changing. The handle of the sword stayed the same typical katana handle. However, it became azure blue. The blade itself became straight, and triple edged, with a slanted tip, and it lost its tsuba. It also became black, with three azure blue circle segments on the side of the edge of the blade.

The sheath itself changed according to the sword and became black, with an azure sageo.

His three companions looked at him in wonderment. He was able to do this already? The boy then must have an immense potential.

Happy with what he saw he sheathed his sword and secured it on his sash. Walking over to the three he nodded to them. "Ready to go."
Pushing her wonderment aside she too nodded and then proceeded to lead the way back to Aizen. Once at the door she knocked and waited before being invited inside.

"Ah Nelliel, so good to see you." He greeted her. "And I see you brought Dondochakka and Pesche as well." He smiled.
"My apologies, Lord Aizen, but they wanted to accompany their new brother." She bowed to the man.

"Quite alright, I don't mind. Actually, I'm always glad to see you." He nodded to the two fracción who bowed to him as well. His gaze then fell on his newest recruit and he smiled. "I see you are all equipped, Ichigo…."
But he was halted by Nelliel, who raised her hand and stopped the lord of Las Noches. "Excuse me, Lord Aizen, but he discarded his old name, wishing to cut all ties, and so I named him myself."
Aizen's smile widened. Things were going better than he expected. "I see. My apologies." He gave a small nod. "What is your name, may I ask?"
"His name is Sorarin Tu Odelschwanck. He accepted my name." She introduced him. "I'm sorry again, Lord Aizen, Sora isn't fond of speaking, he said it made him uncomfortable and so I offered I'd relate anything he'd have to say if he whispered it to me."
This time Aizen raised his hand. "I already knew he disliked speaking, so this arrangement of yours is perfectly acceptable, Nelliel." He then looked back at this new subject. "Yes, I can see why." He meant the new name given to Ichigo. Sorarin. "Welcome, Sora. I do hope you will like it here with your brothers and sisters."
Nel bowed to the man once more, while Sora merely stood there with his hands crossed over his chest, giving a nod.

"Tell me about his weapon, Nelliel. I do not remember such a weapon." Aizen instructed the green-haired Arrancar.

Nodding she stepped closer. "I explained about the Asauchi and encouraged Sora to take one." She began. "The whole time he looked in the direction of a particular blade and once I finished he walked over, taking the weapon. He then immediately started pouring his power into it and it changed on the spot."
Aizen too looked impressed by this. 'He managed this on the spot? Impressive! He might be a far better weapon than I thought.' Aloud though he said, "Very impressive! I want you to train the boy and teach him the proper etiquette. And keep me updated on his progress."

Nelliel once again bowed to Aizen in acknowledgement of his orders.

"Now, I can understand why you would want to sever any ties to your past, but I do believe you deserve to know the truth about your parentage and life." Aizen walked up to Sora with a sombre expression.

Sora looked surprised and confused. What did he mean by that?

Deciding to voice her newest fracción's question she stepped closer to the two. "How do you mean, Lord Aizen?"

"I'm sure you were surprised by the fact I knew who you were, once I used the Hogyoku on you?" Getting a nod of confirmation from the boy Aizen continued. "You see, I knew your father."
At this Sora was stunned. Knew his father? How? He looked over to Nel a single question in his eyes.

"Knew his father? How?" Nel voiced it.

Aizen looked sad. "I see, he never told you. Your father is a soul reaper and a former captain of the 13 Court Guard Squads. His real name is Isshin Shiba. Former head of the noble house of Shiba in Soul Society."
Sora was frozen in place. How was this possible and why did his father never told him about this? First Urahara and now him? Did everybody from his past harbour such dark secrets like this?

Turning to Nel he whispered something to her. She then turned back to Aizen. "Are you sure it was his father?"
Aizen then proceeded to describe Isshin to the smallest of details when it came to his appearance, but also personality. There was no mistaking it, that was Sora's father. But Aizen wasn't yet finished and went on to describe his mother to him as well, which stunned him most of all. How did this man know so much about him?

Nelliel felt sorry for her new friend. Having to find the truth out about his life from a complete stranger must have been devastating.

Aizen gave the boy a pained look. It was obvious how shocked the boy was.

After getting over his shock after a few minutes Sora turned to Nel again. "Do you also know the truth of her death?" She asked her master. This was something Sora wished to know the truth about most of all.

The lord of Las Noches closed his eyes and sighed sadly, before opening them again and continuing. "Yes, I do." His voice was sombre. "A hollow by the name of Grand Fisher killed you mother who fought him at the time."
"Fought him? How do you mean?" Nel didn't need to hear the question of her subordinate.

"So you don't even know this." Aizen shook his head. "You see, your mother was a Quincy." He then proceeded to tell the boy the entire story on how his father and mother met. How Isshin saved Masaki and sacrificed his soul reaper powers in the process, making himself basically a mere human. How with the help of Urahara he became a doctor and started his own clinic. And, of course, the unfortunate way his mother was murdered and her soul devoured.

After he was finished there was nothing bust stunned silence. Both from Sora, as well as Nelliel, Pesche and Dondochakka. If they felt sorry for the boy before it was nothing compared to now.

It took Sora several minutes to digest everything he had just been told. Was his entire life one big lie by those two men?

"I know it's been a lot for you and you should rest after this." Aizen told the boy. "I'd just like to know one thing. How did you become a hollow?"

So, I've decided to do a small re-write of the story. It's nothing major, just some minor updates of the grammar, and some changes and additions to the story, which I hope will make it flow better. The sequal and stand-alone story will come when I finish my currecnt Naruto story. I just have been in a bad place lately.

I do hope you still enjoy it. Please, comment and rate.