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Bones of the Dead	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Growing Bones
They'd been driving for some time now. Grimmjow stayed in the back with Shiro and Ichigo while Renji drove. He was a much better than average driver and a firm believer in hitting something dead on instead of swerving off the road to go around it. In the normal way of things before things went insane, that way of thinking would have been a problem. Now, it kept them going where they needed to go without any detours. If something or someone was in the road, run 'em over. Problem solved.
Grimmjow was slumped on a bench and Shiro was sitting on his lap. Ichigo was sitting across from them, giving him dirty looks. The berry didn't like the fact that the blue haired assassin wasn't a do-gooder like him. Renji was also pissed off. It seemed everyone had thought they were a team now, that they were gonna go through all that shit together forever. To Grimmjow, the two guards were nothing more than useful watch dogs for when he had better and more important things to do and whenever they went their separate ways, he would just change his routine accordingly.
Shiro was tugging on his ear lobe, now really wanting his attention but having nothing better to do at the moment. They were headed to a warehouse that was supposedly something important to the two guards' young charge. Shiro gasped softly the same moment Grimmjow felt a strange sensation like bee stings under his skin. Unpleasant at first but then it felt strangely good the longer he felt it. It was like the slow buildup of pleasure before he came, a tortuously slow buildup. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, wanting more of it, wanting to feel the big inevitable rush, and then it just stopped. In his own personal heaven one moment and completely high and dry the next. It kind of pissed him off.
His eyes snapped open and shock ran through his body. Ichigo was still across from them, but his eyes were tearing up and he was gagging, saliva dripping out of his mouth. Shuuhei held his hand over his mouth and was bent slightly over at the stomach while Renji actually had thrown up a little. Apparently they were nauseous. He and Shiro connected gazes in silent communication. If the others had felt the same thing, why then were they trying to keep from being sick and the two of them had been experiencing the equivalent to ultimate pleasure?

Toshiro was in a place beyond pain and maybe even beyond consciousness. He could vaguely recall a giant who carried him everywhere and monsters that chased them. And maybe there was a fairy? Or a flower? Yes, a pretty pink flower that had a child's voice when it spoke to the giant. The white haired boy tried to open his eyes, but couldn't gather the strength to do so and stayed in the place beyond pain.

Kenpachi had an add moment of depression and despair. The kid's shoulder had been mauled by the dog and there was no way that he wasn't infected. The wound wasn't getting any worse, but it wasn't getting any better either. He'd broken into a pharmacy and stolen some morphine pills. The giant of a man had probably given the kid too much, but if he was going to die anyway he'd rather he didn't die in pain. Sometimes he'd come out of his stupor a bit and mumble nonsense that was almost cute, but then his eyes would roll back into his head and his body would convulse for a good five minutes that felt like eternity and Kenpachi couldn't believe he'd ever associated the word cute with any of what was going on with the kid. Yachiru didn't say so much anymore and they spent most of their time walking during the day and hiding at night. Kenpachi couldn't do much fighting because he had to carry the kid around and if things got bad, the kid couldn't run or walk on his own.
He did have a goal in mind though. There was a guy he knew, an animal of a guy who was something of a co-worker. He and Kenpachi could relate to each other, enough so that the guy had told him about his hideout in a meadow and had offered him a bed there if he ever needed it. They'd been drinking a fuck of a lot at the time and he'd probably just been feeling melancholic but Kenpachi was planning on taking him at his word. Besides, if they met up there, then he'd be an extra pair of hands when it came to the fighting. Something painful and sick began crawling under his skin and through his body making him want to throw up. Toshiro moaned and his face blushed, but then he grimaced and gagged, and then moaned again like he didn't know whether to feel pain or pleasure.
Shrill screams and guttural roars rang out around them as just about all of the creatures in the city celebrated with joy. The rest had finally arrived, the time had finally come.

Renji slammed on the brakes as the sound of all those fucking creatures yelling and screaming all at once assaulted their ears. Ichigo put his hands over his ears and curled up on the floor of the truck. Renji also held his hands over his ears as he glared out of the windshield with Shuuhei.
"What the fuck is going on?" Ichigo yelled.
"Oh, I don't know, let me go and ask them, berry." Grimmjow growled in answer. Ichigo just growled back and flipped him off.
Shiro was holding tight to him, but he didn't seem especially disturbed by the noise, except not for the same reason the others were disturbed. Grimmjow knew why. It had happened again. The two of them weren't responding to a situation in the correct manner. Those shrill screams, those yells and roars, they spoke to him on primal level like when one dog howled and bayed and then the others would join in, making the very air vibrate with their songs. No doubt Shiro was feeling the same; he could tell that the creatures were happy that they were joyous, ecstatic. Something big was either happening or going to happen. All of that knowledge was just pure instinct. Had he become so monstrous that he could even understand the monsters? No, that wouldn't explain Shiro. Those sounds, vibrating in his chest, they brought back faded memories of other things, dream-like memories of stories told and forgotten.
Grimmjow ducked his head as if in pain and covered Shiro's ears with his hands. The message was clear: They don't need to know, we'll figure it out.

Kenpachi had never heard the bone faces do anything like that before. He ran into an alley once the noise had stopped. He could hear gurgling noises close by, just around the corner. The closer he got, the more sense they started to make. He peeked around the corner.
Two men and a woman stood near a group of the big, mutated monsters. One man was tall, slim, and pretty with pink hair and golden cunning eyes behind a pair of glasses that were probably more for show than necessity. The other man was a bit bulkier than the pink haired one and his hair was brown and slicked back. Still, one lock lay against his forehead and his brown eyes were warm and welcoming; his smile wasn't. The woman was of average height with light brown skin on display. Tight leather hugged her thighs and ass and sat low on her hips. A long sleeved leather shrug stretched over her large breast and zipped up from just below her breasts to just below her shrewd green eyes. Her yellow blonde hair was short on top with two long braids in the back.
"There is a new mission to add to the others." The pink haired man said to the monsters. "We are here to look for his Majesty's sons; you will alert us if you come across them. Understand?"
The brown haired man smiled gently. "Even lesser beings like you should be able to do that. If not? Well, your lives are meaningless anyway; I'll just hunt you down and kill you. You're too weak to even use as servants, but whatever his Majesty wants…"
The large monsters bowed their heads in submission and understanding before simply disappearing. Kenpachi pulled his head back and began to walk away. What the fuck had he just seen?
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