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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes: I warned you guys. *Katami whacks zincpiccalilli then hands a big bunch of flowers and then some chocolate* It was so great talking to you, I had so much fun! *hugs* I am keeping the muse far away from you though. Zan/Shiro/Benihime?!?! I still can't get over that. My muse is intrigued and I am kinda frightened. *head desk*

*Katami wanders off in a daze and Kisuke peeks out* "Remember, reviews mean love."

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The hand struck him across the face, dragging him back to consciousness but not just him. It wasn't him who let his muscles stay relaxed waiting for the next blow. Or him whose hand shot out and caught the other man's wrist before the next blow could fall. Silver eyes ringed with red flashed open and a feral, nasty grin pulled at his lips as he stared at the man.

Kisuke faltered as his took in the man, his grip going from bone breaking to something merely secure. Another demon was kneeling over him, this one male with glacial blue hair and eyes. The mask was on his right jaw and there was something rough and unkempt about this demon. He was kneeling over Kisuke, studying him and grinning just a little nastily at him. This was the person who had punched him, he knew it.

"Ya 'wake yet?" growled the demon.

He scrambled back from the demon, glancing around, but the place was unlike any he had ever seen, open blue sky, barren rocky ground. Some part of him thought he should know this place, but he couldn't summon a memory of it and he has never dreamed about a place like this. Still, it was naggingly familiar to him. He eyed the demon warily, before taking a quick look around for an exit, hackles raising when the demon laughed at him.

"Feisty little thing for a cub," taunted the demon, making Kisuke frown and want to hurt him.

"Hey, Ulquiorra! The kitten wants to fight," called the demon, roaring with amusement.

"Ignore him. We need him in one piece if we are to trade him to Soul Society," intoned a flat voice that sent a shiver of unease rippling through Kisuke. He knew that voice.

Unease turned to cold panic as a another demon stepped from behind a rocky outcropping holding several shopping bags. This demon was shorter and ghostly pale except for his dark hair and brilliant green eyes. Kisuke felt his gaze drawn to those cold eyes and gasped as pain shot through his body.

He tried to parry but it was too late. He knew that the second the Espada started the thrust. He felt the blade sink into his chest to the hilt and knew he was dead. He had pushed himself too far. His gigai hadn�t been built to handle a captain�s level of energy, it wasn't strong enough. He had resisted Aizen and died for it. He felt the Espada pull the sword free and pain ripped through his body. Blood and reiatsu poured from the wound and he gasped in agony.

Benihime fell from fingers he could no longer control, screaming for him, wailing her fear and anguish. The sound torn at his heart but he could no more help her than he could help himself. They were both doomed.

Somewhere in the background he heard Ururu screaming, calling his name and trying to reach him. Jinta looked terrified and even Tessai looked worried, he realized as the pain drew his mind from the narrow focus of battle and back to the world around him. Tessai was holding both the children back, keeping them from rushing to his side, and Urahara was glad. They would only get hurt.

Strong arms grabbed him as he fell, cradling him, and trying to stem the flow of blood and spirit energy. It was too late though. Urahara opened his eyes to stare briefly up at his lover, once again amazed by the ferocity and beauty of the younger man. This would be the one thing his heart regretted, leaving this glorious creature behind. "I'll miss you," he whispered, wanting to say more, wanting to tell younger man for the first and last time just how he felt about him, that he loved him. Would always love him; but knowing better. Ichigo didn�t need his feelings tying him down, didn�t need to know that a foolish, former Shinigami loved him. He closed his eyes and tried to quiet his heart. He was ready. He had lived a good life, loved well, and now he would die in defense of something worthy.

He felt his soul chain snap and heard a scream of pure rage and denial split the air before darkness claimed him.

Grimmjow stared at the kid, wondering what the hell his problem was. Something was definitely up with him though. His eyes were wide and terrified, his whole body was shaking, and he stunk of fear. The kid looked like his worst nightmare was standing before him. He was staring at Ulquiorra like the guy was taking him apart piece by piece even though he was over ten meters away. A soft keening began to spill from the kid's throat and Grimmjow finally remembered just who it had been to kill Urahara. Ulquiorra had slipped and stabbed him, right through the reservoir of his power, a scarce millimeter from his heart. Ulquiorra had killed him physically and spiritually, he realized. No wonder the kid's soul remembered him. Inflict a trauma like that on a soul and it remembered.

The cub remembered what Ulquiorra had done to Urahara. He needed to get the kid away from the other Espada if they wanted something sane and functional to return to Soul Society. Plus he was kinda curious about the spark that had been in the back of the kitten's eyes when he first woke up. There had been something dark and dangerous lurking there, a predator, and Grimmjow respected other predators, even if this one was still only lurking in the mind of a cub.

"Those the medicine?" he asked, nodding to the bags Ulquiorra held. The other Espada nodded, looking genuinely mystified at the kitten's response to him. "Hey, humans need food right? Grab some while I deal with the kid." He took the bags and turned his back on Ulquiorra, the kitten needed attention, and he was the only one able to give it.

"Kurosaki better fuckin' appreciate this, Kitten," he grumbled. He smacked the kitten hard across the face, the blow instantly focusing him. Hard grey eyes pinned him and Grimmjow grinned at the kid, seeing the predator in him waiting to see what happened next. Something told the former Espada that if he tried for a second blow, it wouldn't land.

"Just me, Kitten."

"Kisuke," hissed the kid, darting away, his eyes searching, no doubt looking for a way out or Ulquiorra. He wouldn't find either. They had taken great care in choosing their hiding place and there was no way the kitten was getting out unless they wanted him to.

"What?" he asked.

"My name is Kisuke, not kitten," snapped the boy, making Grimmjow laugh. He had never dealt much with Urahara, but he liked this kid, he had bite. If the old him had been like this he could see the draw.

"Alright...Kitten. Now, ya wanna get that leg looked at?" he mocked, motioning to the rough bandage around the kid's calf. It was soaked with blood but it was the best he had been able to do when collecting the brat. It needed to be looked at though, a small pool was beginning to form beneath the leg and that sort of bleeding couldn't be good. Grimmjow waited and finally the kid sighed, scooting closer and sliding his bloody pants off. Grey eyes met blue challenging Grimmjow to start something or make something of the fact that he was sitting their in his boxes and a baggy sweatshirt. He definitely liked this kitten.

He dumped the supplies Ulquiorra had brought, trying to figure out what to do for the human. He wasn't an expect on humans. He had handled killing them up until now, not putting them back together.

The boy sighed in exasperation, picking up a bottle. "This is alcohol, you have to wash the wound with that and then use these to close it and wrap it with the gauze." Grimmjow nodded his understanding and dumped the liquid over the wound, jumping slightly as the kid shrieked at the top of his lungs and passed out cold. Curious he scratched a tiny cut on his finger and poured a little of the alcohol over it, cursing vehemently at the sting. No wonder the kitten had passed out. Who the fuck had come up with dumping that shit in open wounds? It hurt like hell!

The kitten shivered and tried to curled in on himself making Grimmjow frown and toss his jacket over the kid, not quite sure why but feeling a little bad for the kitten. He went to work closing the wound like he had been told, odd little butterfly shaped things to hold it closed and then wrapping it tightly in the gauze. The kid came around just as he was finishing with the gauze, watching him not with the predator's eyes but with the cub's, frightened and adrift in something he didn't understand.

"Why am I here?" asked the kid, his voice barely above a whisper and pitched as if he didn't really expect an answer.

"We took ya, me and emo boy. And don't worry about him, he won't hurt ya. Last time was a fluke."

"Last time?" pressed the kitten, leaning forward just a little when it became clear he was willing to answer questions.

"Aw, hell! You don't remember shit, do ya?" muttered Grimmjow, shocked as the kitten fell apart right before his eyes .

"How the fuck am I suppose to the know anything!" snarled the kitten, tossing the bottle of alcohol at him and then anything else that was within reach. "I never asked for this! No one ever asked me! And no one will tell me a fucking thing! I have Shinigami chasing me, you bastards, those other demons, and not one of you will tell me anything! Who the hell I'm supposed to be! Why the fuck I'm so important! Anything!" Angry tears streamed over his cheeks and Grimmjow was all but sure the kitten would claw him up one side and down the other if he didn't handle him right.

"Well, they think you're someone named Urahara Kisuke, his soul reborn and all that shit. I don't know much about 'im, didn't really give a shit. But he's supposed to be smart, really smart.

�He used ta be a Shinigami captain. Really powerful and scary clever but one of those ivory tower types, real sketchy on the morality of what he was doing. Anyway, 'bout 40 or 50 years ago he made this thing, Hougyoku, it was really powerful. Maybe too powerful. And the captain decides he doesn't want anyone to get it so he tries to destroy it. But he can't. Hougyoku is too powerful for him to destroy.

"Now, not everyone agreed with the captain about Hougyoku. A vice-captain friend of his for one. He and others who'd never liked the captain 'cause of how smart he is tell the higher ups in Soul Society what the captain did, trying to destroy Hougyoku and bury his research without permission. They hoped to get him put on leave long enough to steal Hougyoku, but they pushed too hard and got him banished. The captain knew which way things were going though, and Urahara didn't wait around for his enemies to strip him of everything. He took Hougyoku and fled to the human world, hiding Hougyoku and himself

"Anyway, Urahara hid out for about 15, maybe 20 years, but eventually his enemies caught up with him. And his old vice captain friend, whose become a captain himself by now, set a trap. He steals Hougyoku and flees Soul Society. The only problem is he can't use it, only ol' Urahara knows how to make the damned thing work right. The vice-captain can use Hougyoku but each time he does it drains his power and destabilizes Hougyoku. So the vice captain sends his followers to get him Urahara. That would be where emo boy comes in. He gets the job to collect Urahara, but he fucks up and slipped while he's trying to subdue the captain, killed him when he was trying to wound him.

�No more Urahara. Except the captain is a tricky fucker and somehow he sets it up so he comes back after he dies. He gets reborn. And everyone gets a second bite at the apple. Aizen gets another chance of making Hougyoku work and winning his war. Soul Society gets another chance at getting one of their brightest back right when they're in the middle of a war with Aizen. Win-win for everyone except the poor fuck who ended up with Urahara's soul. That's you, by the way.

�This where me and the priss come in. Now, as you can guess Aizen ain't thrilled with losing 20 years in his war effort. He sends his people to get you, but he also sends some others to act as bait to keep away the Shinigami. A suicide mission 'cause there were some people on the Shinigami side real pissed to see Urahara go and there's nothing they'd like more than to take Aizen or those close ta him apart. Anyway, me and Ulquiorra aren't keen on dying, especially as a distraction. So we talked it over and figured we can trade you to the Shinigami for protection from Aizen. Even that bastard Kurosaki would help us to get Urahara back."

"Kurosaki...I know that name," murmured Kisuke, tilting his head as he tried to remember.

"You and he were fucking," replied Grimmjow, delighting in the blush that colored the kitten's cheeks. He would lay money the kid remembered something about that from the color he turned.

"And the rest you know," he finished with a shrug.

"I don't know anything! He was important! He was valuable! What about me? What does that make me?" whispered the kitten, anger and fear warring in his eyes.

"A shadow of what was," came Ulquiorra's merciless voice from the stairs leading to the surface.
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