BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY, YOU MUST KNOW THAT THIS IS A SEQUEL TO KAGOME, TEAM SEVEN'S FOURTH MEMBER!!!!!

Chapter One:

Recap (from Kagome, Team Seven's Fourth Member):

Kagome woke up, bloody and battered to find that she had been sleeping in the bone-coloured sand, the almost non-existent breeze shifting the sand minutely. She shivered. The entire place reeked of dark energy, blood and death. In fact, death seemed to be integrated in every inch of the area.

Getting to her feet slowly, she noted that all the sand around her had been stained a bright crimson by the blood flowing freely from her wounds. She grimaced when the pain of her wounds finally caught up with her and she nearly dropped to the ground in pure pain.

Gritting her teeth, Kagome managed to raise her head so she could finally look around where she had dropped into. And her jaw dropped.

In front of her was a huge white structure, off-white walls standing tall and proud, though somewhat creepy, in front of her. One question lingered in her mind.

'WHERE THE HELL AM I?!?!?!?!?!?!'

End Recap

As soon as she had thought this, a figure walked out of the building lazily, as if they had all the time in the world. That is, until they spotted Kagome. Then, they were standing right in front of her, eyes rimed with blue peering into hers.

"Who are you, girl?" he asked her, his voice going fuzzy. Or was that her ears? His only answer was a pained grunt before she collapsed, her entire world fading to black.

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Kagome woke up with the odd feeling of being watched. As soon as she opened her eyes though, she saw the reason why. Two girls were sneering down at her, definitely not moderately dressed. They had more skin showing than they did clothes on. 'Disgusting…' Kagome thought, nearly puking. It was then that the two girls noticed she was awake and gave her sickly smiles.

"Oh, awake are we? I thought sluts always had the best stamina." One girl sneered. The other went to grab her hair, and a loud snapping noise filled the room.

The one girl that had tried to grab her hair was now stumbling backwards, cradling a broken wrist while screaming. The other girl's face twisted into a look of pure rage and malice and ran for Kagome with the intent to kill but she was also sent stumbling back, this time with two broken arms and a very bruised leg.

"Do not presume you can touch me without my consent, scum." Kagome hissed. She knew what they were about to do, they were about to try and do the most damage to her without actually killing her, for what reason she did not know. A chuckle at the door diverted her attention and Kagome's head whipped to the side, her eyes darting back and forth, searching for the sound. She raised her arm just in time to catch a punch that had been directed at her stomach.

"Pretty good girly, but can you dodge this?" Maniacal laughter reached her ears, and she had to spin around quickly to duck from a kick directed straight at her head, then she back flipped away to avoid another punch. Abruptly, she crouched and his leg whistled innocently over her head and then she did a spinning kick to try and bring him down to his back.

Needless to say, he dodged and jumped away, back to the front of the room. "Not bad, not bad at all." Kagome was finally able to get a good look at him and her eyes narrowed when she recognized the blue rimmed eyes. His hair was pale blue and he was dressed in white. How odd that he was dressed in such a holy colour when she could only sense evil emanating from him.

Wait. His aura did not only hold taint and evil, but the sickly green shot through with black showed that he was clearly dead. "Who are you?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes narrowing further as she saw a bone-like material that covered his right jaw.

He gave a crazy grin and his hand never wavered from the sword at his side. Out of habit, Kagome reached to her back for her twin katanas, but her hands met nothing but air.

"Looking for these?" her head whipped to the unknown man and she saw him holding her swords. Before he could even register what had happened, the katanas were in her hands, and she had strapped them to her back where they belonged.

The only thing going through his mind was, 'What the hell!??! How is she so fast?!!?!'

She repeated her question again, with more venom in her tone of voice. "Who are you?"

He grinned crazily at her, showing sharp canines. "Grimmjow, 6th Espada."