Birth of Miyabi

"Are you sure about this Miyaru-taichou?"  The pale worrywart to a shinigami had as ever a concern look in his grayish eyes, resting on his captain. New captain, just appointed her position today in the fifth Division.
Full red lips smiled as the well tanned woman looked at the male, joyful pink eyes that was glittering with emotions and her thin dollface was framed by her red messy hair. "I am Fujima-kun. It is my first day as captain and I want to show them that I am truly deserve it."
The black clothing was fitting well over her lanky and slender body, with the white haori resting at her belt, leaving the back of her shoulders and arms bare. Tucked in the belt was her zanpakuto and she smiled as a hand rested on it.
"But... I think it's a bit too much, I---" He got silenced as Miyaru put a finger on his lips, grinning. "Oh, you worry too much Fujima-kun! You know me, I am strong,  I can handle, and after all---" She pointed at her haori with a prideful grin. "I.am.a.captain ~"
Fujima blushed a bit and run a hand through the grayish hair that hid his eyes a bit, sighing. "I know, you climbed up on top of Sokyoku Hill and screamed it out so the entire Soul Society heard it."
"Yup ~" She wiggled her hip a bit as she blushed as a little girl. "Aww, I really hope Hisame-fukutaichou heard that. <3"
Fujima grimaced. "He did, I saw him running out like it was a fire somewhere." he said and made Miyaru jump a bit of excitement. "Yes yes yes , love conquers all! ~"
"But isn't he supposed to get married soon...?" The male shinigami sighed but the captain wasn't listening anymore. Her mind was wandering of the man that had plagued her dreams lately, oh, made her so excited, like a wild cat!
"You are purring again." Fujima looked at Miyaru that blinked.
"No, I wasn't."
"You sounded like you were gargling an entire family of kittens."
"Oh, hush, that was the sound of love!"

"I must really advice against this Miyaru-taichou." His concerns were filling his voice and mind, as the female shinigami was standing at the small gate. Her posture screamed of confidence and power, what could possible defeat her at this point? What did she have to fear?
"I will just be gone in an hour. Will kill some powerful hollow and come back to show you all how cool and amazing I am ~" She smirked a bit as Fujima shook his head and muttered. "You just want to show off for Hisame-fukutaichou..."
A small blush covered her cheeks as she tried to look innocent, but failed. "W-what make you think that?" Miyaru was squirming a bit, curling her red hair a bit with a finger. With a simple shaking of her head did she clear her up, as she opened the gate, a backdoor that would lead into Hueco Mundo. However, just the travel into the world of hollows was dangerous, but she would make it, she was Hazumiguruma Miyaru, the most beautiful and powerful captain, if you ask her.
"See you soon Fujima-kun, keep the dangos warm for me." she said with a smile as she vanished through the gate, and it was the last time Fujima ever saw of her.

Hueco Mundo was an awful place, dark sky and white sand and trees, it was just making her eyes itchy to look at the crap of a land. As soon she put down her foot in the sand, had an hollow attacked, even if fierce was it easy destroyed by a single blow from her hand, her fingers piercing its mask and skull like rapier.
"That was weak, nothing to brag about, I need... something MUCH stronger!" Miyaru huffed with her cheeks a bit, as she walked totally open in the forest, no attempts to hide at all. If she did, the strong ones would miss her right?
The sand burst up in a cloud as an hollow jumped out in a surprise attack, but as the one before, was this just a weakling. However, instead of killing it, did she wound it badly as she grabbed its mask with a smile.
"Cry little baby cry, and call for your mates ~" Her eyes was more of a demon, her justices and power was right, not the hollow that was trembling in fear and in pain, as it let out a cry of pain and sadness, soon ended as she ended its life. "Will see if that works..."
So she kept moving around near the body of the dead hollow, kicking up sand and breaking some branches as she sighed; her hopes to defeat a powerful arrancar to show them all how awesome worthy she was, became just slimmer and slimmer.

It was suddenly  as a white light was seen, cutting through the tree and the sand, a cero but so unlike others; it was so compact that it was just like a fingers thick but it cut through everything and as Miyaru through herself to the side, did she feel pain as red blood gushed through the air. "S-shit!" She gringed in pain as she looked down her right arm, seeing it clean cut off from her elbow by the laser. Quickly she pulled her zanpakuto with her other hand and held it firm, even if it was her wrong hand to use, wasn't she one to lay down the blade with ease. "Get ready Carmilla." she whispered in pain to the blade that was shaking as well.
From the trees appeared a tall woman, far taller than Miyaru; long white hair that was like a drape and flowing behind her in the sand, a white dress of leaves and bark covering her voluptuous body, revealing much of her pale skin. The eyes were like dark glass and the white lips was in a sad smile.
"I am Bikimori, the Lady of the Forest. Why shinigami, are you torturing my children?" she asked with a soft singing voice, looking at the shinigami that was gritting in pain. Miyaru breath heavy, shit, this wasn't good.
A Vasto Lorde, and some seriously damn old and powerful one.
But she wouldn't back now and look ridiculous, she would show them all, and this bitch, who is the Queen! Suddenly the shinigami burst away in speed, using quickest of shunpos. The hollow however, just stood there as the forceful shinigami attacked, blocking the attacks with what looked like a crystallized staff that she called from the thin air, the zanpakuto Shiho.
"You are powerful. But each stroke tells me worries, insecurity, seeking of attention and love." said Bikimori with soft voice as the female shinigami landed on the ground, breathing heavy and glaring at the hollow. "How---"
"You are like an pond, your emotions making tidal waves upon the surface. And I can feel it, each emotion and truth you pour into your soul." It felt like her dark eyes were sucking in Miyaru's soul, they felt like an endless void, but not a fearful one, more like... it was calling. Comforting.
"You suffer and your suffering brought pain on others. Now, it's your turn to feel the pain..." whispered the hollow, as the air started to crackle with power.

Pain erupted through Miyaru's body as the staff made another hole into her stomach, easy penetrating her body with blood gushing from countless wounds. Even with her bankai, had she just caused mere wounds on the hollow that looked at her with sad eyes.
"You are at your limits shinigami. Your life is flickering as a dying flame. Yet, you refuse to let it die. What push you so?" She asked, tilting her head slightly as she gazed down on the shinigami. However, she didn't reply as she tried to focus her remaining powers to one final attack. "Is it love? Hatred? Wish off power? You are just a spoiled girl."
"Shut up... Just shut up!" Miyaru howled as she suddenly launched herself against the hollow, focus all power into the tip of her blade. The hour long battle would end here.
With tremendous force and speed, did Miyaru pierce through the gusting leaves that surrounded Bikimori, and a satisfying sound was heard as the hollow grasped for air and steel cut through bones and muscles.
"Y-you are going down bitch..." The shinigami hissed, her only hand was shaking as it held the blade that was stabbed trough the hollows chest, right into her heart should be. A trickle of bright red blood escaped Bikimori's lips, tears building up in her eyes. "You foolish girl..." She whispered as she surprised Miyaru. Not a last attack, just hugging her, pressing the shivering shinigami's bloody and pain filled body to hers.
It made Miyaru lose it, tears dripping from her blood chin. "I'm sorry... So sorry... B-but I don't want to die..." she whimpered, knowing she would die none the less, her limits was reached, her body falling apart. The female hollow hushed quietly and stroke a soft hand along the shinigami's cheek. "Death is the end of one life, and beginning of another." Bikimori's staff was glowing beside them, forcing out their spirits and reiatsu that emitted from their wounds, rising above them and mixing in a torrent of smoke, like it was a nest of snakes.
"Never forget this forest, never forget what I protected. Never forget Soul Society, and what you loved." she whispered, her voice slowly faded away as Miyaru closed her eyes, falling into her arms and darkness.

What was her name? She had one, but couldn't remember it. How long was it since last time she saw light? Spoken a word? A day? A week? Years? They were never lonely, the three of them. The pretty and adorable Shiho that was always so nice, speaking off love stories and friendships, of justice. Then there was Carmilla, a sly and egoistic girl that spoke ill and hatred, even if they all knew deep in she was nice as well, all of them was the same after all, friends.
They had names, but not her, why was that? Neither Shiho or Carmilla told her, being mean and saying she would know when the time was right.
But when was the right time? She loved them both, but she wanted to know, she needed to know, her name, who she was. And as she fought through her soul, could she find a broken mirror, puzzled together from two shattered mirrors.
Two feeble mirrors, once so strong and beautiful, but now empty, broken. Instead there was a third mirror between them, built bit by bit from the remnants of the other. Now ugly and showing just an disturbed reflection, was it by each time she looked at it stronger and more beautiful.
Her fingertips touched the mirror, it called her.
Miya.... No, it wasn't right, it was a torn name, ugly, hideous. Just wrong.
The calling got stronger, and parts of names was in front of her, words she don't remember. Bi...

Slowly red eyes opened, her lunges breathing for the first time as the naked woman slowly struggled to sit up. Her frail body was covered by her long pink hair and the big eyes was red as the blood of the forest.
The full lips moved a bit, as they tried to form a word, but it was at first just a hissing sound. "M.... Mi... Miyabi..." She said quietly, her voice trembling with emotions and felt tear burst from her eyes. "Miyabi... Miyabi!"
She smiled and looked at the two swords in front of her, first wondering but soon realize it was Shiho and Carmilla, both waiting for her, for Miyabi to be born.