Hey, so this is my first fanfiction hope you enjoy it!

I want to say that I was inspired by the writer crazyfreakazoid, who was a great writer with fantastic stories. I was both shocked and devastated when crazyfreakazoid passed away…it really made me value life. So I would like to offer this as a tribute to crazyfreakazoid's memory, and I would like to say that I decided to write because of that. I hope crazyfreakazoid would have liked this.

Well these are all my own ideas, and I would really appreciate no plagiarizing. There are a few characters that I made up and I hope I am not too OOC sorry if I am.

One more thing (sorry this is long) I apologize for not knowing the right clothing article names, I'll try to be as clear as possible. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach

Chapter 1 – Fanged Flora

The man lay motionless on the sand.

The sun was in the middle of the sky. The weather was warm, with only a slight breeze and a few puffy white clouds.

The man slowly opened his blue-gray eyes and sat up. He blinked as he surveyed his surroundings.

He was sitting on a sunny, quiet beach. Palm trees dotted the sand, and behind him was a small forest with trees and brush. The man himself had shoulder length brown hair and a faded goatee. He wore a crisp, clean white uniform, similar of that of a soul reaper. He gazed about him with cool bluish eyes, and his gaze rested on himself. He wore the same white shirt that he wore when working with Aizen. However, he wore pants like a shinigami, except that they were white with a black tie, which was in a messy bow.

He got up and redid the bow and set off at a swift pace down the empty beach, stopping next to a small figure on the sand. It was a small girl with shoulder length yellow-green hair and the remains of a hollow mask in a type of helmet, covering her left eye.

He knelt and lifter her up, carrying her off along the beach.

As he walked, he heard rustling from a thicket near the forest. He stopped, recognizing the spiritual pressure emanating from the area. "Come out Nnoitra," he said, sighing.

A tall, lanky man stepped out of the brush.

"Huh, looks like you're here, too…Stark," Nnoitra sneered.

The Primera narrowed his eyes. He had never especially liked Nnoitra; he was too obsessed with war and women for Stark.

"Have you seen any of the others?" he asked carefully.

"Harribel's down on the beach on the other side," the other grunted.

"S-Stark?" The girl's eyes fluttered open as she shifted in his arms.

"Hey, Lilynette, you're awake," Stark replied.

"Didn't expect me to sleep forever, did you? Unlike a certain someone I know," she teased.

"Ha. Let's go find Harribel," Stark said, a small smile on his face.

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"I'm surprised to find myself in this position, mind you; I thought it would be the other way around," Lilynette commented as they walked, or rather, as she swung her legs dangling from Stark's arms.

"Don't underestimate me," Stark answered, his eyes twinkling with humor.

Lilynette snorted. "Underestimate your sleeping capabilities? How's that even possible?

"Oh, be quiet. I like my sleep," he muttered, slightly annoyed.

Lilynette rolled her eyes. "Yeah, we all noticed. You're infatuated with your sleep. Maybe it's about time you fall in love with something other than your pillow and stuffed hornet." Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Why you –"

"You're getting old," she added.

"WHAT?"

"I am not getting—"he protested, even as Lilynette said, "See here, a gray hair."

Stark opened his mouth to retort, but before he could do anything else, she had rolled out of his arms and took off across the sand.

"I'm gonna beat you to the beach!" she shouted. "Pick your butt up and catch me!"

Stark only sighed on proceeded to walk at a slow pace.

"Still as slow as usual, I see," a voice said smoothly beside him.

Stark silently appraised the pink haired man beside him. Szayel Aporro Granz, the (pink) head of research in Hueco Mundo, and the eighth Espada in Aizen's army. For the most part, Granz was cruel and sadistic, but Stark knew that he did have a kind side to him, but which Szayel would never admit. It showed up sometimes, albeit rarely. Let's just say that he was nice about as often as Ulquiorra smiled.

Stark only sighed in response.

"Shouldn't you go after her?" Szayel questioned, his eyebrows arching.

"Fine. She'll only run off again anyway."

Nonetheless, Stark picked up his pace and started in the direction that Lilynette had taken.

"She's probably trampling through the forest and getting lost by now," he muttered. "Girls."

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Stark strode through the forest, sensing the reiatsu of another comrade. So when the voice came to him from the trees, he was not at all surprised.

"Whoa, he's actually moving."

"Hello, Grimmjow," Stark replied, glancing up at the blue-haired figure on the tree branch of a tall, leafy green tree.

"Talking, too! Wait," he snapped his fingers next to his ear, "am I dreaming?"

Stark cracked a smile, and, waving his fingers in front of his face, said "ooooh, I'm a ghost."

"From my mother's grave." Grimmjow snorted.

"Yeah, right, some convincing ghost you make."

"Hey, have you seen Lilynette?" Stark asked.

"Nah, not around here. She's probably exploring those rocks up there," Grimmjow responded, pointing to a looming rock structure to their left.

Jeez, what a pain. Maybe I should just go back to sleep and let her find her own way. But Stark knew he couldn't do that – Lilynette could get lost, or worse, hurt. He had no idea what kind of creatures lurked in the caves.

Sighing, Stark turned towards the rocks, looking glumly at the imposing pile.

"All, right I got to go. See you around."

"Keep your eyes out for the others," Grimmjow replied.

Grimmjow leapt off through the branches as Stark quickly made his way towards the massive stone configuration, on the left side of the island: East.

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Lilynette slowed down her pace as she explored the forest. It seemed huge! She had just found a group of medium-sized holes in the ground. She knew she was around the middle of the island, to the Western side, which was to the right of where she had been lying before (which was the North beach).

So far, she had not seen many signs of living creatures, other than some bugs, but she was alarmed to find a strange, green plant with a bright red inside. The strange thing about it was that around the edges, there seemed to be teeth. Curiously, she watched as a fly landed on the bright colored "petal." She leapt backwards in surprise when the plant violently snapped shut on the fly. She suddenly realized that maybe the forest wasn't the safest place to be.

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Nnoitra was sitting on a low rock in the forest, near the North beach.

He was freaking bored. There was nothing to do here, and no one to fight. He could fight Szayel, but he was a wus. Plus, he was sick of his talk about the perfect being. It was quite clear to him that it was he, Nnoitra Gilga, who was the perfect being.

He set off in the forest looking for something to do. Unable to find something, and getting sick of walking, he dropped down to sit on some plants near some flowers. Grass and dirt didn't really appeal to him.

He waited there for a few minutes, doing nothing.

Until he felt something clamp down on his butt underneath him.

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Harribel washed herself carefully in the clear ocean, narrowing her eyes as she watched the horizon intently. (Yes, she is still wearing her clothes – since they were dirty as well, she figured she might as well just go in with them. Also, then she wouldn't have to worry about Nnoitra leering at her like the pervert he was. He did that enough as it was, mind you.)

She was looking for another chunk of land with maybe some civilization on it.

At first, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just the endless expanses of the sea. Although they were on this secluded island, she could tell that they were in the human world.

Soul Society…

She thought back, remembering. She recalled watching as her comrades fell, as Aizen did nothing to help them. Still she fought on. And as she was trapped, unable to move, in the pillar of ice. She remembered her feeling of helplessness. And still Aizen did nothing. Still, she fought on. She watched as her fraccion were burnt to cinders. Grief filled her at the memory. Apache…Mila Rose… Sun-Sung… Still she fought, on and on. Even when she was facing three opponents, she continued fighting, to end this sacrifice, to end this war, she would fight until she could fight no more. And even then she would continue to battle. Until Aizen came – and slashed across her body. Rage filled her; rage at Aizen, for betraying those who trusted in him. Rage at herself, for being so foolish. Rage at how weak she was, unable to protect those she cared about. But mostly she was angry about how Aizen did nothing but spit on the death of Stark.

Stark had been her closest friend at Las Noches. He was able to make her smile when she was upset, and Lilynette was like a younger sister to her. She had the feeling when she came into this battle that something was going to happen. She could feel the foreboding atmosphere in the air. The other Espada be damned. They were cruel and unfriendly. But not Stark. He was possibly the only nice one around.

And so, when he died, that was the last straw.

How surprised she was to wake up on this island, after being "killed." She remembered nothing since the moment she fell, staring up hatefully at Aizen's face. That moment would be etched in her mind forever. His complacent demeanor, unshaken by their deaths. His supreme confidence in his victory. His cavalier attitude towards anything that happened in the battle. She would always hate that look.

Of course, she had followed him willingly. She had thought that after the incident where he saved her from the arrancar, he would trust her. She thought he cared more. No, that was wrong. She knew he didn't give a rat's fart what happened to them. She wanted him to care. So she pretended that he did.

She was a fool.

She had expected that, as a group, they could overcome the Soul Society. She had grossly underestimated both Aizen and the Soul Society. Strangely, however, she bore no grudge against them. She knew they had done what they had too. She would have been disappointed with them if they had done otherwise.

She wished that she could have been part of that society. After seeing their closeness, the way they worked together not only as companions, but as friends, she wanted nothing more than to have that kind of relationship.

But, there was no point in worrying about that now.

She scanned the horizon, and noticed a tiny speck in the distance. Surprised, she leapt off and bounded through the forest.

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Szayel Aporro Granz was depressed. There was nothing to do here on this god-forsaken island; nothing to study, and no research equipment, either. He sighed. Then, his reiatsu sensor perked up, and he began to make his way across the sand, intrigued.

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Ulquiorra sat in one of the caves, deep in thought.

His sharp ears picked up a high pitched scream echoing across the sides of the rocks.

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"GYAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!"

The tall, lanky Espada leapt up – or rather, tried to leap up. He almost fell back down again, and saw that there was a green plant fastened on to his rear end. And it was sharp.

He screamed again.

"Wh-what th-the hell?" he gasped.

He tried prying whatever it was off him, but to no avail. The thing held firm. He twisted his body around, and saw a plant with sharp teeth gripping his clothing.

"A – A MAN-EATING PLANT!" he screeched.

"GET IT OFF ME!"

"Having trouble?"

He turned, and saw the Tercera Espada watching him, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Well don't just stand there, open it," he demanded.

"Why should I? I don't enjoy having my hand anywhere near your ass."

Nnoitra glared at her.

"You bitch. You're such a bitch, just like every other whore."

Harribel said nothing, and Nnoitra was about to throw another crude insult at her, but suddenly she pushed him down.

He landed in another cluster of the plants, on his back. As he felt them digging through his hierro, he screamed more insults at her and let loose a stream of foul mouthed curses.

Harribel turned around, displaying no emotion, and walked away.

Nnoitra lay gasping in the fanged flora.

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Stark began to make his way up the rocks. They were much bigger than he originally thought. Worriedly, he felt around for Lilynette's spiritual pressure. He got nothing, not even a trace.

Now he was really worried. He didn't want to yell, in case there was something in the caves.

That was when he heard the scream.

High pitched and full of fear, it echoed throughout the forest and the rocks, making his hair stand on end. He slowly turned around, his eyes wide, terror coursing through him.

Breathing hard, he forced himself to think rationally. He knew Lilynette's voice. That didn't sound like her. He calmed down and decided to explore the caves for a bit, and see if he could find something. Lilynette would be fine. It was probably Nnoitra, anyway.

He scrambled over a rocky ledge, and saw a slim platform about 20 feet long, and 7 feet wide. There was another rocky wall on the right of it, and on the left, a sheer rock face dropping into the ocean. He noticed the entrance of a cave at the end of the platform, and he dropped down from the ledge onto the platform.

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Lilynette backed slowly away from the plant. Suddenly, she had a premonition of something about to attack behind her… she leapt to the side as other plants shot forward on their stalks, snapping their jaws closed.

She had not moved a moment too soon.

Suddenly, she noticed the plants littering the ground. Her eyes wide, she watched as they began to stir, the ground coming alive with tens of teeming, carnivorous plants. She did the one thing she could do in a situation like that. She ran.

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Ulquiorra looked up, raising his head to stare at the entrance of the cave.

Right on cue, the Primera Espada, Coyote Stark, walked in.

Stark was possibly the laziest man in the world. He was definitely lazier than anyone in Hueco Mundo, and probably the Soul Society and world of the living as well. One could never challenge him to a sleeping contest. Or at least, such an action was highly unadvisable, unless Lilynette was there too.

So it was slightly surprising to see him here.

"How can I help you?" Ulquiorra requested in a monotone.

Stark sighed, rubbing the side of his head. He really wanted to go back to sleep right now. The Cuarto Espada was depressing. Stark preferred not to get into a conversation with him. That is, if you could call him talking and Ulquiorra saying two words a conversation.

"I'm looking for – "

"Surely you are aware that she is not present."

"Well, I'll be going then."

"Very well."

Ulquiorra knew not to tell Stark not to bother him for something so trivial. He knew that Stark would overreact if he so much as suggested that anything concerning Lilynette's safety was unimportant, and Ulquiorra had no desire to incur the wrath of the Primer Espada, even if he was interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh, I'll be calling you for a meeting later," Stark stated.

Two green eyes watched him curiously as he sonidoed away.

After he left, the emerald-eyed Espada turned around, musing about their situation and about Aizen.

Soft noise filled the cave one more, and a brown bat fluttered down from the ceiling to land on his finger.

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A:N:

I got the idea of the plants from the Venus Fly Trap, as you may have guessed. If you've ever seen a cluster, you'll know – they look scary. It isn't just like one. It's like a massive patch of vicious, carnivorous plants (even though they aren't dangerous in real life). Look up on Google images "Venus fly trap" and you'll get some creepy-freaky photos. So when I saw those I was inspired and I decided to stick them in since they are so cool, and danger them up. So instead of thin filaments protruding from the rim, I replaced them with razor-sharp teeth, which are strong enough to bite through even Nnoitra's hierro. Also, these plants move and lunge at you. Very dangerous if you're not expecting them.

So that's the first Chapter! Hope you enjoyed it! This was more of a comedy intro than serious plot, coming up will be the start of actual decisions and plotline. Reviews really appreciated! If I messed something up please tell me so I can correct it, and hopefully turn this story into a really good piece! If you have any ideas, feel free to share! I am always open to suggestions and comments!

And if you're reading this, you've probably read this chapter, so I would like to thank you for taking your time to read this, and I hope I have not disappointed you! Next chapter I will try to describe the island in full, or at least the structure of it.

Until next time – Chapter 2!