"Dammit, Grimmjow! You're... actually better than I thought you'd be!!" Jenifia yelled, breathing in and out heavily. Her brown hair fell into her face, kind of sticking to it because of excessive blood loss.

"Well, I didn't think you'd still be standing. I'm not even in released mode, and I'm still kicking your little ass!" Grimmjow prided, laughing maniacly.

"S-Shut-up!" Jenifia yelled. Grimmjow was right. A lowly arrancar like her must've been strong, to be able to fight and withstand Grimmjow and his crazy barrage of attacks. She was in released mode, and she was still having difficulties. Her released form was basically her, but with her arms crossed furiously. The only way she attacked in her released form, Ashige-susamajii, was with powerful kicks, "I'm gonna kill you!" And with that, she pulled her legs together, and jumped into the air, high enough to bounce off of a wall and direct both of her legs toward Grimmjow. She was planning on sending a fierce double-kick to Grimmjow's face. Just as she was about 9 feet away from him, he held out his arm, with the tops part of his fingers curled. She knew exactly what this hand gesture meant.

Cero.

"Dammit!" She yelled, bracing herself. The red blast of Cero came from his hand and engulfed her whole body. She opened her eyes. She was on the ground, and Grimmjow was laughing in triumph.

"Grimmjow, what have you done to the poor girl?" a seductive voice said from the door. She tried to get up and turn toward him, but her legs wouldn't move. Then, two facts set in.

1: She wasn't in released form anymore.

2: Her legs didn't work.

Her eyes widened, but she decided not to make a sound.

"Whaddya think, Stark? I beat the hell outta her." Grimmjow replied, grinning triumphantly.

"Why? Did she challenge you?" Stark asked, walking further into the training room.

"Barely. She attacked me. All I could do was defend myself!" Grimmjow teased, laughing a bit.

"You did a whole lot more than defending. Did you kill her?" Stark asked, walking toward Jenifia. Jenifia didn't know what Stark, the Primera Espada was doing here, but didn't care. He probably just saved her life. If Grimmjow wouldn't found out that she was still breathing after that, he would've killed her for sure.

"I don't think so. She lasted a few hours in the fight. I don't think a little blast of Cero could've killed her." Grimmjow commented, rolling his eyes.

"Hmm, I think she's still alive." Stark said.

"How'ddya figure that?" Grimmjow asked, raising his eyebrow slightly and walking toward the other Espada.

"Well, she's sitting here, probably scared to death, and she's just staring at me." Stark said, bending down and looking into her eyes. Jenifia blinked and so did he. She picked her arms up and started pushing them against the ground, backing herself away from the two.

"Uh, um, don't kill me please! It was just a harmless sneak attack!" Jenifia said, still backing away from the two Espada.

"Don't worry, little one. I'm not going to kill you." Stark said in a comforting voice.

"Oh, it's not you I'm worried about, sir! That would be Grimmjow!" Jenifia yelled, clearly and utterly freaked out. She's never been this close to either of them. Suddenly, her heartbeat got way too fast, and she started breathing more heavily than before. She blinked a few times, "Night." she airily said, and with that, she passed out cold.

"Hm, what have you done this time, Grimmjow?" Aizen asked from the doorway.

"Aizen-sama, I think that she would be the ideal choice." Stark said to Aizen.

"What makes you think that, Stark?" Aizen asked, looking at the female arrancar resting in the bed next to him. He payed attention to the small rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in unconscious sleep.

"She went up against Grimmjow. And it took, according to Grimmjow, a long 5 hours to defeat her. I think that she would replace Yami very nicely." Stark said, reffering to the incident that happened in the Living World. Ever since Yami got his arm chopped off, Aizen had been looking for a new Decima Espada. The only people he informed of this action were Gin, Tousen, Stark, and Halibel.

"Well, she certainly sounds like a strong girl. Stark, I am going to trust your judgement, and let her into the Espada as the new Decima. Stark, if she ever proves your judgement wrong, you will regret it. Is that clear?" Aizen asked, raising his eyebrow weakly.

"Yes, Aizen-sama." Stark said, bowing and taking his leave. Aizen turned his attention back to the girl lying next to him. Jenifia Fajeista, you better prove your worth. Aizen thought.

Jenifia woke the next morning, asking herself if she was in hell or not. She opened her eyes and saw that she was in a completely white room. Many regular people would think, "Hey, I'm in heaven!" but Jenifia knew better. Nothing had a shiny, beautiful glow, so she knew it wasn't heaven, nor hell. It was one of the rooms in the stark white castle of Las Noches.

"You've awakened." someone said to her left. She turned, well, as much as she could, and noticed that it was Szayel Apollo Grantz, Octava Espada.

"Hello, Szayel-san. Why are you here?" Jenifia asked, raising her left eyebrow.

"I'm here because Aizen commanded me to watch over you until you awoke. Now that you are, I'll be taking my leave--"

"No! Um, uh... tell me." she requested.

"Tell you what?" Szayel asked.

"Tell me... how you did it. How you... fixed my legs." Jenifia said.

Szayel raised an eyebrow, "What makes you assume that I fixed your legs? Can you feel them? Can you even move them?" he asked. Jenifia's eyes widened. She gasped a little. He's got a point. I can't feel my legs, let alone move them.

"You... did fix them... right?" she asked hesitantly. Szayel looked at her with a stoic expression. She stared at him with a curious look in her eyes. The once stoic expression on Szayel's face turned into a smile.

"Of course! Why wouldn't Aizen-sama tell me to fix the new Decima?" Szayel said with a smile. Jenifia raised her eyebrow, Decima? As in, Decima Espada? Number 10?

"Decima Espada?" Jenifia asked.

"If you don't believe me, look under your right ear." Szayel said, holding out a small mirror. She took it from him and lifted her hair away from her ear. Sure enough, there was a small 10 tattooed below her right ear.

"Holy shit, I'm the Decima Espada." Jenifia said in a very calm voice, her eyes very wide.

"You are aware that most arrancar would kill to be in this position, right? Why aren't you... freaking out, or something?" Szayel asked, furrowing his brows.

"I'm not one to freak out." Jenifia said, turning toward him calmly.

"Oh, really? Well, you have to...," Szayel said, looking at a clipboard, "get well, first. Then you have to report to Aizen-sama."

"Really? Oh, how long have I been out?" Jenifia asked.

"A week. Exactly." Szayel said.

"I think I'm ready to walk now." she said bluntly, trying to get up.

"No, you need a few more days." Szayel said, "You can't even feel your legs, or even walk with them."

"You've got a point. I'm gonna take a nap. Surprisingly, this whole conversation has taken a lot out of me." Jenifia said, getting back into a laying position and falling asleep.

She woke up, what she thought to be, a few hours later. She sensed reiatsu, and she opened her eyes. To her surprise, it was Cuatra Espada, Ulquiorra Schiffer, "Ulquiorra-san, why are you here?" she asked, sitting up a bit.

"I have come because Szayel is off duty, and Aizen-sama had commanded me to watch over you." Ulquiorra replied coldly.

"You know... what happened to me, right? With the whole, 'New Decima Espada' thing?" Jenifia asked.

"Who has not? The news has spread like wildfire." Ulquiorra said, walking toward the edge of her bed.

"Ah," she replied shortly.

"But, I have come here for more reasons than one." Ulquiorra commented.

"What do you mean?" Jenifia asked bluntly.

"I have come to take you to my domain." Ulquiorra said, looking at her icily.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Because, this place is not a suitable place for you to rest. You are out in the open where the majority of arrancar can get to you. Grimmjow already doesn't enjoy the position you're in, and Nnoitra, well, it would be best if you stayed out of his reach." he said.

"Um, no protests or anything, but how do you expect me to get there? My legs don't work. I can't walk." she said curiously.

"Do not assume that I don't already know that. I, under Aizen-sama's orders, must carry you." he said in complete distaste.

"Huh. I suppose this is a degrading task for someone with a high rank, such as the high-and-mighty Cuatra Espada, Ulquiorra Schiffer." Jenifia assumed, raising her eyebrow in slight amusement.

"I'm glad you understand." Ulquiorra said flatly. Asshole. she thought. She couldn't help but feel a little offended. I mean, she was the new Decima! Shouldn't she get... just a little respect from the high-and-mighty Ulquiorra Schiffer? Well, I guess not. she thought. She rolled her eyes as he picked her up, bridal-style. His hand brushed over her butt which made her wince and jump out of his grasp, landing hard on the ground, "Why did you do that?" he asked calmly.

"You touched my ass, you perv!" Jenifia yelled, backing away from him.

"I assure you that I didn't." Ulquiorra said, walking toward her.

"I assure you that you did! I felt it, you dumbass!" Jenifia yelled, scowling.

"It was a mistake, then." Ulquiorra said, picking up a totally defenseless Jenifia.

"Fine, whatever you say, Ulquiorra-san." she said, rolling her eyes. He let out a big gust of breath that happened to land on her face. She wondered if it was an exasperated sigh or not. The gust of breath made a piece of brown hair fall into her face. She rolled her eyes and blew it away, "So, my friend, Grimmjow, he told me that Aizen told you that you could do what you deem fit. So, is this supposed to be an idea of 'what you deem fit'?"

"Your 'friend', as you called him, should not be telling you anything about an Espada meeting. But, no, this is a direct order from Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra said coldly. Jenifia frowned a bit at the intense tone in his voice.

"'Kay, then." she shortly said, frowning. Ulquiorra, Jenifia in hand, or, arms, I guess, made their way to his domain. Just as Ulquiorra turned a corner, the one-and-only, lecherous Nnoitra planted his hand to a wall, blocking Ulquiorra's path.

"It would be wise to move, Nnoitra." Ulquiorra advised.

"Oh, come on, Ulquiorra! We should celebrate! And you've got the babe of the hour right in your arms!" Nnoitra said, smiling at Jenifia.

"Move, Nnoitra." Ulquiorra deadpanned.

"Why? Just because you going to take her to your room to fu--" Nnoitra said, but was interrupted by a slap to the face, courtesy of Jenifia.

"Damn pervert. Listen, Nnoitra, you don't assume things like that on your own. That's how rumors are started, then drama is started, then, someone get's their ass kicked!! And in this case, the 'someone' would be you!!" Jenifia yelled, almost falling out of Ulquiorra's grasp.

"You little bi--" Nnoitra said, but with the small muttering of Cero, he was on the groad, a large gash on his stomach.

"Serves you right." Jenifia said, blowing at her index and middle finger, like blowing at a small handgun.

"Stop your foolishness." Ulquiorra deadpanned, and, once again, Jenifia rolled her eyes. He made his way back to his domain with Jenifia safe and secure in his arms. Once he had managed to open the door, he set her down in a chair, "Wait here until I can find you a suitable resting place." he said.

"Heh, you're acting like I can get up and go somewhere." Jenifia said. Ulquiorra turned around to face her, giving her one of his coldest stares, "Well, someone isn't the happiest Espada in the world." she teased in a dull voice. Ulquiorra raised his eyebrow and turned around.

"Just wait here." he said, before using sonido to find her a "suitable resting place." God, it sound's like he's finding a a place to put my grave, not where I can get well. He could be a little more... emotional. she thought. She sighed, frowned, and rolled her eyes. I hope I'm not going to be stuck with him for long. she hoped in her head.

Meanwhile, after searching an approximate 3 minutes, he found the best place. He used sonido to get back to her and he picked her up, "I have found it." Ulquiorra said, using sonido to immediately get to the room. It wasn't anything huge or fancy, it was just a room with a large bed, a couch, and a small chair, "This will be your resting place for the remainder of your current situation." he said. He set her down on the bed, and after about 5 minutes of Jenifia trying to situate herself, Ulquiorra piped in, "Stop moving. Apparently someone of your minimal thinking cannot situate herself in a bed." Ulquiorra said, grabbing the blanket and setting it over her.

"Hey! It would be very nice if you just were a little bit nicer to me! I'm not dumb, and I'm not weak, but, if you haven't already noticed, the lower half of my body is out of commision!!" Jenifia yelled, turning away from him angrily.

"Well, until the lower half of your body is, how you so elegantely put it, 'out of commision', you'll just have to deal with it." Ulquiorra deadpanned.

"Well, I can't wait until my legs start working again, for more reasons than one!!" Jenifia yelled, growling a bit.

"I'm glad we agree on something." Ulquiorra said flatly, leaving the room.

"HUMPH!!" she yelled, rolling her eyes. Damn you, Ulquiorra. Damn you for being so... asshole-ish. she thought.

Well, obviously Ulquiorra and Jenifia aren't the best of friends. Anyway, this is a little more insight of how Jenifia looks: Brown hair, blue eyes, hollow hole going throught the center of her neck, a short sleeved top that ends at her lower thighs(but still fits snugly), and the usual hakama. Well, the next few chapters will go like this: omninous view, then Jenifia's point of view. Well, hope you enjoyed the first chapter! (Oh, and her hollow mask forms a band going around the back of her head.)