I was just watching Inuyasha and thinking about the Cuatro at the same time. It hit me. Yes, I know, weird. When I scrolled through the crossover and searched through the list under Kanna's name, I was a bit dissapointed to see she wasn't there...

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Bleach.

~~Chapter 1. The Mirror & The Bat~~

Life or Freedom.

She remembered her sister, her dear sister who so worried about her and cared for her in a way she didn't understand, who so yearned for both Life and Freedom.

Her sister said they weren't alive if under their Master's bidding, her sister had said that Freedom was such a wonderful thing, but she didn't know if it was her mind or instinct speaking given that her sister represented the wind itself. However, she knew that between the two, her sister would choose Freedom over Life; she was always risking her life for such nonexistent thing.

Personally, she didn't understand why her sister had such feelings. They were tools, they were not living beings, neither Demon or Human or in between, just tools without hearts and it was highly unlikely they would ever be free. But her sister was always rebelling against the Master who should be their "father", always looking out for her she realized now, always trying to escape their Master's clutches; perhaps that's why she died, to attain freedom.

Freedom . . .

Kanna of the Void, one of Naraku's incarnations, knew not of Freedom because she knew not of emotions. She did not understand why her sister always yearned for something which could not be seen through the eye or her mirror. She understood the concepts of Freedom, yet she also understood that word would never be in her vocabulary, because she was nothing and will always be nothing as per the reason for her existence.

Regaining Freedom and Life . . .

Kanna couldn't understand her sister.

How could they regain something they didn't have from the start? They had no hearts, the instant they were created it was gauged out of them by their Master, their reason for existence was nothing more than to serve him.

Her sister, Kagura, always so free and fierce like the wind, so full of passion and hope, so alive despite not having a heart like herself.

Kanna was created for the sole reason of destroying the enemies of her Master, nothing more nothing less, it's not like she had any protests against that order given that she was supposed to obey her Master; she was nothing and would disappear once her mission was over.

Yet, when her sister died, something in her sparked. Kagura's reason, her own reason and not her Master's, was to be the wind and to find freedom, even if it meant death.

Her death was like an impact on her world of mirrors, with one reflection being reflected on thousands of other surfaces.

At the moment of her death, her sister had left an impact, and Kanna realized that her sister had always helped their Master's enemies because she wanted Freedom; which begged to answer another question. Why would Kagura interact with her? Why did she care for her? Why did she care for others? Why did she yearned Freedom? Why did she stood close with her despite knowing they were complete opposites, one with desires and the other lacking?

Her sister was so puzzling, perhaps that's why she followed her footsteps and helped the enemy in the moment of her death, because she admired her sister and she wanted to know the why's to many questions: About her existence, about Life's meaning, about Death, about nothingness and everything . . .

Just when she was learning how to die per her Master's orders, Kanna realized, she had been learning how to live; and everything shattered before her, but not before she followed her sister and revealed the only weakness Mas— Naraku had. She told that miko, Kagome, about how to defeat the hanyou; it would depend if the miko and her companions succeeded or not. Kanna cared not, because she just followed and it wouldn't be of consequence if they did or did not succeed.

But, just a little bit, Kanna was at peace; because she finally did the same thing she admired her sister for, her rebellious and bold personality and yearning for freedom... She finally made a move to betray the one who crushed her sister's heart.

Was death Freedom?

Kanna wondered if she would meet her sister, but nothing of that happened.

Instead she found herself in a desert filled with white sands, a black sky and a white moon, completely covered in white from head to toes and a hole in her chest.

Strange.

Was her chest aching because of the hole?

She didn't know, the hole didn't hurt and she was alive.

Yet, there was a throbbing in her chest, too unnatural and alien, right in the place where the heart she was robbed off was long ago.

Years passed and she wandered the desert, with no master and no sister and no purpose other than nihilism.

Her memories faded. Naraku, Kagome, Inuyasha, Shikon Jewel . . . They faded to mere whispers and blurry images in her mind, they no longer had concern in this world of white sands and black night; yet her sister always lingered in her mind, even after she was but a mere blurry image, her words and desires always rang clear through her mind. Kanna admired her sister, it was secret and unknown to everyone, but she admired the only person who cared for her and talked to her, who stood beside her and who died for freedom.

Her knowledge expanded. Kanna would always be a spectator, she would always be the nothing that watches everything, she would always watch everything through her eyes and mirrors; but she didn't have her mirror anymore, so she left and wandered around, watching others and trying to mimic them. She had watched the all-out feast that occurred in groups, undetected unless they catch sight of herself, yet she always disappeared.

Reiatsu. Reiryouku. Shinigami. Humans. Hollows.

They weren't Demons, they were Hollows, creatures of the darkness and hate, creatures who preyed upon souls and devoured them, creatures born through nothingness, creatures who were failures and defective and incomplete.

Kanna considered Hollow a good term for herself, because she would always prey upon souls and she would always be nothingness. Yet she felt no hunger for souls, she felt no blood lust or this instincts that called out to Hollows, no hate for Shinigami or her supposed kin; Kanna wondered why. Was she defective? Was she a failure? Was she more incomplete than a Hollow?

She thought she would find something in Death, but it was nothing more than a thought; she was still nothing.

Kagura . . . Why was it that you sought Freedom in Death? There is nothing in Death, only nothingness, no better than in Life.

Curious; so curious...

In the world of masked demons, of white sands and black night, of where she was but a white little thing with no mouth and white flowers attached to her head, mask featureless with her blank eyes peeking out of the dark holes; she stood watching, silent and unsensed by monster or Shinigami.

Not once had anyone sensed her, she who was nothing, would always remained like that. Not once had anyone noticed the missing reiatsu from the battlefields where Hollows devoured each other and evolved, where she always absorbed that same missing reiatsu to survive and to grow. Not once had anyone noticed the little white thing amidst the monstrously huge black monsters, so silent and watching with her blank eyes. Not once had anyone noticed the white little Hollow who wandered around areas with reiatsu heavy enough to crush those more powerful than her, yet survived with nothing more than sands and broken masks scratching against her white armour. Not once had anyone noticed that despite not eating a single Hollow or Soul in this Hollowed existence, that she continued wandering around; not alive yet not dead, because she was nothing and she felt nothing.

It was but in one instance in the Menos Forest, where she silently watched another group of Hollows attack another group of Hollows, that it happened.

Footsteps. Slow and seemingly bored. Not too loud, as if they were made from a human yet not. Feet clawing through sand with a soft rattle.

The Hollows Kanna had been watching suddenly froze; some fled with terrified shrieks, some stayed to kill their preys, some died.

Impassively, Kanna glanced behind her where she detected the reiatsu, and she tilted her head when she saw white instead of black. In all her existence as a Hollow, Kanna hadn't met another Hollow in white like her; they were always black monsters with monstrous masks and no actual thought. Actually, the Hollow was human sized, with a clear mask like hers sans the two tear tracks on his (his reiatsu and overall physical shape indicated the Hollow was a male) cheeks, with two black wings attached to his back as golden eyes peered out of the eye holes.

Golden eyes...

They were very bright, as bright as her sister's ruby eyes, but they lacked her emotions and hope and passion; they looked so dull.

They looked just like hers when she faced her mirror.

And they were seeing her.

Kanna blinked slowly, and stared at the Hollow.

A Vasto Lorde. This Hollow was a Vasto Lorde, the final and strongest stage in which a Hollow could ascend. Kanna knew, that the reason she survived all this years in this endless night was because she was nothing; the Hollows felt nothing and saw nothing, therefore they couldn't detect nothing to kill nothing. Kanna was unsensed and unseen to Hollows, very few managed to glimpse her despite the white amidst the black she was. The moment any Hollow stronger than her sensed her or saw her, Kanna knew she was done for. She didn't have her mirror, her skills in Hollow techniques were not amateur, but others were still advanced, she would never be one for physical prowess.

Was this what people called intrigue? Kanna wondered as she slowly stood on her two legs. Or perhaps dread and fear of death? Or anger? Or sadness at not finding what her sister yearned for? No. She didn't feel despair or hurt or anger. She was unfeeling of her death, of disappearing in this space of monsters and black night and white moon and sands. Such things were still bizarre to her. And despite knowing the Hollow had enough strength to shatter her, Kanna wasn't afraid; how could she be afraid when she was nothing? It was so easy, too easy to replace nothing with nothing, because her death didn't and wouldn't mean anything.

The bat Vasto Lorde stopped in his footsteps, blinked, and stared.

Kanna stared back, curious despite her void nature; not many Hollows were able to glimpse her, yet this Vasto Lorde saw her clearly. Was this a difference of power between the two lower class Hollows and a Vasto Lorde? Or just coincidence? Or just skills available only to this Vasto Lorde?

The Vasto Lorde tilted his head to the side, curiosity shining briefly amidst boredom and nothingness.

Then, surprisingly, the Vasto Lorde turned and walked away.

Presumably, he considered her a weakling, too much of a hassle to kill and not worth; Kanna concluded.

But still, when the Vasto Lorde walked away, Kanna felt something for the first time since ever.

She decided to follow him, and follow she did.

Kanna didn't know why she decided to follow the Vasto Lorde. It was unlikely she would be of use given she wasn't physically strong, yet she still followed him.

The Vasto Lorde gave her a brief glance at catching a glimpse of white following him, seeing the little Hollow he saw, but he didn't turn or chase her away. She was no threat, her posture indicated she was not hostile, and if she proved to be a bother he could snap her neck before she could blink.

So he let her follow him for reasons unknown, maybe curiosity or intrigue, he didn't know or care. If the white little Hollow wanted something, she wouldn't get it from him anyways.

Besides, he was intrigued by the fact that she didn't flee or collapse under his reiatsu. She was clearly weaker, yet she stood as if his oppressive reiatsu didn't affect her.

This Hollow had no reiatsu. Absolutely nothing. Nil presence indicating she was a Hollow; only the white armour encasing her and the hole where her heart was supposed to be. Her overall personality, lack of instinctual calls or blood lust or hunger, and completely missing reiatsu. . .

For now, it intrigued him, and if he could fulfill his curiosity by letting her follow, so be it.

She was no threat, she was weak, she was trash; he could dispose of her if ever posed to be hostile or a nuisance.

Ulquiorra Cifer, from then on and for reasons unknown, let the little white Hollow follow him.

They were nothing but a mirror reflecting the Void and a bat thriving in the Darkness.

But even they were something when the bat's reflection flashed in the mirror.

The bat saw the Mirror, the Mirror saw the bat.

They acknowledge their existence, however slightly and no more than a status, but they did and they became something.

Because even nothing was something when colliding with another being.

Yes, weird and no sense at all. Woe. I actually wrote this in my class, the original version being more in the future and longer, but some parts just didn't mix... Sorry if I made Kanna OOC, but I didn't know how else to introduce her to Ulquiorra like this. So sorry if I completely sucked in Ulquiorra's character, but he's still a Hollow and his instincts are stronger than when he will be an Arrancar; since it was before he met Aizen, Ulquiorra has no Shinigami side to push down a Hollow's instinct. Thus, since it's his instincts speaking in here . . . Well . . . Yea, sucked.

Kanna is different from the normal Hollow. If you notice the Hollow are former Humans, what would happen to a Demon? A Demon has instincts too, whether more in tune with Hollows shall remain unknown, and I think that a Demon's instinct, if ever turned into a Hollow, would transfer to its soul form; just like a Human's whose heart is turned into a mask, a demon is the same, but its instincts are also broken down to a more primal type. Their mind is overrode by the stronger than normal instinct, hence explaining any mindless beasts that could be formerly Demons; Demons are commonly known for going to hell. Since turning into a Hollow brings out the instinct deep within the soul . . . Kanna, when she was alive, had no instinct, therefore there wasn't any instinct to bring out, thus she has no normal Hollow behaviour because a Hollow's behaviour is a personality derived from when it was alive. How can Kanna take back her instincts and intensify them, when she didn't have them from the beginning or was just learning? Her instinct, at best, is the curiosity she shows.

I make no sense, right? V.V Sorry.