Hot steam clouded a white tile room and fogged large mirrors, running water filling an enormous wood bathtub. How lovely. A servant of some sort- fraccion, as it was previously called- had drawn the bath for Rosetta and added some sweet smelling salts and oils. The water was a pink tint now, and steamed heavily. The fraccion bowed before leaving her alone with her thoughts. She didn't remember much, not even a bath- what it was or how to use it- but that didn't suggest instinct didn't tell her what to do. Hesitantly, she gripped the white fluffy robe she wore then glanced toward the door, her keen sight searching the knob to double check that it was locked. Satisfied that it was locked, she stepped into the hot water, and let out a luxurious groan. It was so much more lovely than she had imagined. Thankfully, she has be previously hosed off, so none of the caked on blood stained the pretty water. Rosetta sank as far as she could into the heat until she was fully submerged in hot heaven. Tense, achy muscles relaxed and loosened, while sore joints eased of stiffness. She could get used to this.. ..................................................................... Later, Captain Sosuke Aizen stood from his chair to begin the meeting. All the Epsada sat patiently-- well, most of them, anyway-- awaiting what would this special announcement might be, although Grimmjow already had a pretty good idea. "We have a new guest joining us. She has no particular rank, nor is she an Espada or Hollow, but she is in the same power level as Nelliel, and will be treated like you would treat myself. If there is any quarrel, she will come directly to me, and you'll face consequences. She is very powerful, very important, and very merciless, so if you wish to pick a fight, I will not guarantee your survival, nor will she be responsible for damage." Cerulean hues rolled as Grimmjow fought an audible groan. This was fucking ridiculous. Who cared about the bitch? She had no damn business being here anyway. "Now," Aizen continued, "she has no recollection of her past, and I wish to keep it that way. She doesn't know who or what La Muerta Verde was, nor is she aware that it was her, and I wish to keep it that way. Understood?" Everyone nodded, but Grimm perked up. La Muerta Verde? What the hell was that? Now, he was definitely curious, and needed answers soon. Perhaps he'd make a trip to the library later. "Finally, as I am sure all of you are eager to meet our new guest, she will be joining us for dinner once she is finished cleaning up and dressed," a door creaked behind him, and he turned to face it. "Ah, and here she is." He held out a hand to her, much like a gentleman offering to dance, and she placed a frail, dainty, hand- very tiny in comparison to Aizen's- within the Captain's palm as she stepped closer. Her expression was blank, guarded, showed no emotion at all, and her skin was pale white. Not quite as white as Ulquiorra, but still quite pale. It was almost....deathly. Greyish, and practically translucent, but resembled porcelain still. Clear, flawless, expect for random scars throughout the exposed portions of her skin. Almost like lacerations with a blade that never healed properly. Her clothes were like normal Espada attire; white hakama that hung low on wide hips, black sash that acted as a belt, black tube top barley covering fairly large breasts, small white jacket that hung open and showed off her flat stomach and belly ring, but she remained barefoot. Her long crimson hair cascaded behind her and flowed over slim shoulders, bright green eyes dull and uninterested. She smiled admiringly at Aizen for a brief moment before her expression returned to its guarded state. "This is Rosetta Fuentes. She is a vampyre." She gave a slight nod in recognition, but that was all. "Do you wish to join us for dinner, Miss Rosetta?" Aizen has asked in his velvety voice. She shook her head. "No disreapect, My Lord, forgive me. But, I'd prefer to hunt for my food instead of drink it from a wine glass, and I'd rather not have my newest fellow subordinates see such a sight after just meeting me." Grimmjow froze again. It wasn't the first time hearing her voice since he had already met with her previously in the court yard, but out there, her voice was rough, abrasive, cold, full of hatred and fire. Ready to strike and kill at any time. This time it was totally different altogether. She sounded soft, sweet, gentle, and invitingly warm. Kind, innocent, and pure. Like she wouldn't hurt a fly without breaking down into tears. It reminded Grimmjow of heated silk. Warm milk and honey. All things delicate. He blinked, a bit astonished by how her voice affected him; he took a good look around the hall, and realized he wasn't the only one. Nnoitra, especially, seemed intrigued. His devious grin, however, made Grimmjow uncomfortable and put him on edge. Even Ulquiorra was somewhat interested. Was this how she lured in her prey when she was in the World of the Living? "Of course, of course, I apologize for not asking you first in how your prefer your meals. I only assumed, and that is my own fault. My sincerest apologies, Miss Rosetta." Aizen answered sweetly, giving the deathly pale hand a delicate kiss on the wrist. A faint smile was given, followed by a wave of dismissal. "Please, My Lord, no need for such displays, it is quite alright. I shall stay, I just won't be dinning." "Very well. You may sit here in this empty seat," he gestured to the chair next to his at the empty table, she bowed, thanked him, then sat silently the rest of the evening, not taking her eyes off the superior. ................................................................... It wasn't until a few hours later that Rosetta was shown to her quarters. Of course it was away from everyone else and closer to Aizen's chambers, but to her that didn't matter. She didn't really care. It was all a show. Free food, free shelter, free clothes, she didn't care about any of that, really. Simply appreciated it all. Tonight, she would just crawl into bed and sleep for the first time in what seemed like her whole existence. She didn't even have time to enjoy the luxuriousness of the wonderful bed; as soon as her tired head hit the pillow, she was out like a light, instantly slipping into blank, dreamless unconsciousness.
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