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Things Never Spoken	By : Areitus Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17
“How long is this schmuck gonna sleep?”
“Why are you complaining? We don’t have to deal with anything but harvesting right now.”
“I know that! It’s just boring… I bet if he woke up though…”
There was a feminine chuckle as Renji slowly became aware. He felt a dull pain in his throat but remained still and quiet as the voices prattled on in his ringing ears.
“He’s not bad looking… heh… Wanna have some fun?”
“Loly-- what are you doing!? Are you mad?”
Renji was dimly aware of a weight settling over his hips and stomach. It was a comforting, familiar feeling; touch. A warm mouth trailed over his jaw as he felt her giggle against his skin while cool fingers trailed over his chest.
“Stop it! If someone comes in here-- Loly! Are you listening to me?”
“I hope he’s still got enough blood left to get it up,” she said sitting up a bit and undoing his belt.
As she began to slide her fingers in, suddenly his eyes shot open and his hand was crushed over her windpipe. They both rolled off of the stainless steel table and ended with him pinning her to the ground with an iron grip on her neck. His eyes darted over her face briefly as he struggled to take in everything as the girl beneath him frantically struggled to dislodge him, unsuccessfully.
The other arrencar girl finally overcame her shock enough to react and she lunged to the defense of her friend. Renji released his first victim and stepped back as he locked arms with the arrencar. His mask quickly encompassed his face as more adrenaline coursed through him.
Loly coughed as she gasped for breath from the floor. She cried out as she saw her friend violently thrown across the lab, “Menoly!” she called, scampering to her feet. Renji’s eyes were black as coals as she faced him, frustrated and obviously fearful of the now suffocating reiatsu that was pummeling down on them. “Asshole. Don’t get any ideas! You’re sure as hell not going anywhere.”
Renji sneered behind the mask, “Says you...” He quickly assessed himself. His sword was gone, as was his shirt, and the addition of a shunt was imbedded on the inside of his right arm. A few droplets of blood trickled from it. He must have ripped himself from the table, but he hadn’t noticed any pain at the time. “Where’s my sword?” he demanded.
Loly was visibly shaking from the intensity of his presence, but refused to show any weakness, “W-Why would I tell you that? Do I look stupid to you?”
He seemed to compose himself a bit as he realized how much his reiatsu was affecting her, “I think voluntarily surrendering the information would be better than the alternative, don’t you?”
“That won’t be necessary, Abarai-san.”
Renji spun to face that despised voice, “Aizen… You son of a--”
“Please, there are ladies present.” Aizen feigned disappointment from the dimly light doorway. “I’d like to speak to you for a bit. Can’t we act like civil people for just a few moments of sincere discussion?”
Renji snorted, disgust evident in his half smile, “Neither one of us are civil men, and I don’t think you needed me to state that.”
The two girls had righted themselves and had retreated a ways, but listened curiously, despite the looming danger.
Aizen smiled, “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”
Blackened eyes widened, his first thought being one of panic. Had he gotten to Rukia? Was this Aizen about to blackmail him with threats on Rukia’s life? He felt a severe disturbance in himself as his hold over the hollow fluctuated in his own panic. “What did you do to her?!”
“Nothing, I was just making conversation,” he replied, looking no less offended. “She’s quite a lovely woman and you always seemed like a good, honest man, Abarai-san… it’s rather sad. The rejection must be horrible for you,” Aizen pressed on.
Renji’s fists were clenched and shaking in restrained rage, “Don’t you talk to me about Rukia,” he warned in a low voice.
“She tore your heart out, didn’t she? For someone as passionate as you, I can’t imagine how hard you must be taking it.”
Renji’s eyes couldn’t lie even through the hollow mask that shielded his expression, “Don’t fucking talk to me about Rukia!”
Aizen put his hands up, “It’s okay to be upset. I’m sure anyone would be in your situation, but I feel like we could help each other, Abarai-san.” He paused as he moved forward a step, “What would you say if I told you I could give you what you want?”
“Fuck you. You can’t give me what I want, and even if you could, who the hell would trust a traitor like you?” Renji growled as he threw his hand through the air for effect.
Aizen tilted his head, “A fool in love might.” He stepped again, “As far as the Gotei thirteen are concerned, you’re as much a traitor as I am… and you would risk it.”
Renji seemed to hesitate and almost seemed apprehensive, “No, I wouldn‘t.”
Aizen stepped again, his eyes eerily calm, “I know you… Renji. You love her.”
Renji’s mask crumbled away, forgotten as he became focused on the frighteningly true words of his former captain.
“You would risk everything for that girl. Your job… your life… your happiness… the lives of anyone else is weightless when compared with hers’. Isn‘t that right?”
The formerly confident red-head now looked lost and uncertain, “W…What do you want from me?”
“No, no. Let’s talk about what you want, and what I can give you… How would you like to have her, Renji? All the love she could never give you... I can take away all the obstacles… I can give you her love. Raw, unbridled… everything you can ever imagine. It’s what you deserve, isn’t it? You devoted everything to her.”
“This is…. You’re just using this as leverage to get me to submit. It’s not going to work!” Renji protested and stepped back from the insufferable truth.
“All you have to do is say yes…”
From the doorway a small bare-footed girl stepped in. Her ebony hair and night sky eyes were radiant as she looked up at the former lieutenant and called his name, “Renji.”
“No,” he said appearing shaken, “this isn’t real…”
“I’m sorry, Renji,” her soft, sad voice was perfect in every way. “I was wrong… I don’t want to live without you… Please… Please forgive me!”
His sad eyes followed her as she walked up to him and he stayed silent as she shyly clasped his hand with warm, petite fingers.
“I‘ll wait forever if you want me to, Renji… I just… I didn’t want to hurt anymore. Please forgive me,” she whispered.
“You know I’ll always forgive you, Rukia… Nothing… Nothing you can every say or do will change that… ” He pulled her hand around him and she latched herself around him as she sobbed softly against his stomach.
“Please don’t leave me again.”
The pained look on his face didn’t recede as he looked up and laid eyes on Aizen’s smiling visage. He held onto the tiny girl with shivering fingers… knowing he was being lied to; knowing he was being used; and knowing he was going to succumb.
* * *
How long had it been? Rukia wasn’t really sure anymore. Renji had been gone for so long the holes he had left in her life had filled. Ichigo was always there. She felt closer to him now than she ever had before. He had helped her cope through the hardest parts. Now the ex-lieutenant was all but forgotten, and she finally felt liberated. Letting go had been the right thing to do, and she was glad she had. Although occasionally she still found herself thinking about him; where he was, if he was doing okay, if she‘d ever get to see him again…
Right, now, however, there were matters at hand. Orihime had been abducted and Ichigo had run off to rescue her. Of course she fully intended to join him, but she had to choose her opportunity to leave wisely, or face the consequence of disobeying orders.
As she arrived in the gloomy desert wastes of Los Noches, she was suddenly aware of how alone she was. She could feel the rolling bellow of distant spirit pressures that made the hair on her neck stand on end. What she couldn’t feel was Ichigo, Chad, or Ishida‘s reiatsu, so she sighed and pressed on toward the fortress in the far distance. It was going to be a long walk.
* * *
Renji stared blankly as the IV sucked blood from his arm like a thirsty vampire. He despised it immensely, but it was a part of the deal. In all honesty it was a small price to pay. All of his life he’d denied himself for the sake of others… but now as he’d sunk as low as a man could sink, settled low on the bottom, in the sediment of his ruined life, he had found a kind of happiness. This life was all a lie, he knew that very well, but if this is what it felt like to live a lie, he wondered why an honest life had ever held appeal.
As one of the scientists removed the IV from his arm, a petite woman trotted into the room, and immediately a smile graced his lips, “Hey.”
“You done?” she asked with wide, mischievous eyes.
“Sure am,” he replied as he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “What’s on the agenda?”
She smirked and turned from him, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would actually,” he chuckled as he adjusted his jacket into place and zipped it up. It was similar to most of the Espada’s outfits, but of course he’d roughed it up some. The arrencar liked to fight a lot, and that suited him just fine. He’d been having a blast sparring with them, some more so than others. The sixth Espada had been particularly favored.
“Hmm…” she mused, “I was thinking we could go get into some trouble.”
Renji flashed a toothy grin, “That’s just what I like to hear.” He grabbed her by the hand and the pair dashed off, eagerly anticipating a new adventure.
As they arrived under the dark skies outside the fortress, they were distracted from their adventures by each other. Some light teasing had turned into a game of ‘catch me if you can.’ They shunpoed around, dwarfed by the gargantuan scale of the bastion. In truth Renji could have caught her easily, but he liked chasing her, so he let her run. The tumble he took in the sand wasn’t intentional, however, and she mocked him for it.
“Aw shut it! Don’t make me throw your ass in the sand too, Rukia!”
The impersonator’s laughter dulled to a chuckled as she slid down the dune until she was nestled beside him. “I don’t mind getting dirty,” she purred against his throat, causing him to smirk.
“So much for exploring,” he muttered.
She rubbed her hands up his neck, “It’s the same old desert. There’s nothing new to find.” As she began to plant a kiss on his delicately parted lips she abrupty jerked back to alertness.
“Yo, Red” came the familiar, calloused voice of the sixth.
Renji sat up, a bit surprised, and twisted to see Grimmjow standing at the top of the dune.
“Shit’s goin’ down. Aizen wants you and the missy inside,” he barked.
“What kinda shit?” Renji questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
Grimmjow sneered, “Too bad you’re so out of the loop, Red, otherwise I’d love to see this shit hit the fan.”
“Tell me,” Renji demanded as he stood and squared his shoulders, “Less you want me to beat it outta ya.” He gave a cocky little grin to punctuate.
“You know how much I love our little play dates, but here’s one thing you ain’t getting outta me without a good beating… Boss‘s orders,” he growled.
Renji gave a slight frowned and looked out toward the desert as a faint flicker of spirit pressure glanced his senses. Rukia watched his face with eyes that now held a degree of apprehension.
Grimmjow snorted, “Look, don’t fuck around, just get inside.”
Renji jumped at the sharpness of the sixth’s voice against the silence of the night, but inevitably did as he was told. Rukia trailed in his wake, giving a wary glance at Grimmjow as she walked past him.
* * *
Renji sat in his room contemplatively staring out the barred window as Rukia sat quietly on the pillow at his feet. She seemed nervous and troubled as she watched him.
“W-what are you thinking about?” she asked timidly.
He was drawn from his thoughts as her voice interrupted. Glancing at her he shook his head and sighed. “Just…” he trailed off with a sigh.
“Are you afraid, Renji?” she asked touching his knee as she watched his tense face.
“Afraid? Why would I be afraid?” he scoffed, puffing out his chest.
Her eyes softened, “Because… you might have to face them.”
He visibly cringed, “That’s not…!” he started harshly but then his voice dampened. “Who is it… is it the Gotei Thirteen? I know you know.”
Her face softened, “You know I can’t tell you that, Renji.”
He pursed his lips before he looked away, withdrawing from her as he turned his eyes back to the dark window.
The impersonator seemed genuine as she gently rubbed his hand with her thumb. After a long uncomfortable silence she laid her head against his knee, “Inoue Orihime is here in Los Noches… she has been for some time…”
Renji stared down at her wide-eyed and in disbelief, “What?!”
She returned her eyes to his, “Ulquiorra brought her here… Kurosaki Ichigo is the one causing the stir… he and some friends have come to retrieve her.”
Renji stood up, causing her to fall back onto her rear, “Wh-Wha…” He was at an obvious loss for words, “How could…” After a swallowing the spike in his throat he managed to speak properly, “Where’s Inoue?”
The fake Rukia shook her head, seeming almost afraid as he loomed over her.
“Tell me where she is!” he demanded growing rigid.
“She’s safe, Renji! She hasn’t been harmed.” she pleaded.
He seemed satisfied with that answer and paused for a time before speaking again, “And the ones coming here… are my friends…” He suddenly looked ill. “What… have I been doing…” he asked softly as he sank back down to the bed.
“You haven’t done anything wrong,” she reassured him as she moved up and cradled him against her bosom. “Just stay here with me and everything will pass soon,” she whispered into his hair.
“She’ll… be with him…” he said in a quiet, trembling voice.
The impersonator squeezed him closer, “There’s no one else but us, Renji. I love you, so just stay with me… please…” She whispered, “I love you…”
His jaw was trembling as he forced the words from his lips, “You’re… not… real…”

A/N Sorry for the long break. Writer’s block coupled with me working separately on a doujinshi kinda slowed me down. It’s a Renji/Rukia one too(Hentai! Rated 18+ be warned.), if anyone wants to read it it’s posted here --
http://www.paperdemon.com/rccomic/about/329.html
Thanks for reading. R/R please
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