Things Never Spoken | By : Areitus Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 18
“Inoue!” came Ichigo’s slightly hoarse voice.
Rukia trotted behind him, scanning the vicinity for the girl’s familiar reiatsu. Ishida and Sado had split off from them moments ago, deciding if they split into teams they’d be able to cover more ground. “It’s kinda quiet… I think… too quiet.”
“They’re probably waiting for us… Waiting to spring their trap… whatever it is…” Ichigo muttered. “Stay close.”
Rukia paused as they came to an opening in the long hallway, “Wait Ichigo.” She seemed alarmed as she gripped her sword’s hilt.
Ichigo turned back to look at her, puzzlement creasing his brow, but as Rukia began to speak again a booming roar shrieked down the cavern as bricks flew through the air like angry rain.
Rukia fell back and covered herself as she was violently pelted by falling rocks. As the rumbling stopped she looked up to find the room filled with dust. She could briefly make out the shape of a large creature looming in front of her, but as the dust cleared so did the appearance of the beast. Her eyes grew wide as she suddenly realized she couldn’t see Ichigo, “Ichigo!” Piles of crumbled bricks surrounded her as she clambered to her feet, “Ichigo, where are you?!”
She heard a throaty groan and quickly clambered over the rocks until she saw it’s source. “Ichigo!” It wasn’t good. He had a pretty serious head injury, and was obviously disoriented. Blood covered one half of his face as he lay limply among the jagged stones. “Say something,” she pleaded as she pulled the rocks from atop his body, “Ichigo, say something.”
She startled as she felt the slight quake of a dangerous footstep. She spun on her heels and quickly withdrew her sword, eyes nervously scanning the dusty cavern. “Where are you!?” she demanded, sounding more confident than she was feeling.
* * *
“Renji!” her panicked voice rang in his ears as he moved forward. “Renji, don’t do this! Please!” Tiny fingers shakily gripped the back of his uniform.
The Ex-Shinigami could not be swayed, however, and pushed on, ignoring the Rukia impersonator incessantly tugging at his back. He felt her. The familiar reiatsu that her impersonator did not possess. It was making his insides turn flips.
‘Rukia…’
* * *
A thick stream of blood gushed from her mouth as she flew back hard into the stone wall while her snow-white sword went clattering across the floor. Powdery particles of ice danced softly through the air, making her breath frosty.
“Rukia…” called a still incapacitated Ichigo as he crawled from the rubble in a debilitating daze.
The petite girl pushed herself to her feet shakily as her sapphire eyes scanned the room for any sign of the elusive beast. As the frost settled against transparent skin she was suddenly able to make out the beast’s position. She quickly dove for her sword, able to see her narrow path to victory, but as her fingers were on the verge of reaching it she screamed as the giant leaped on top of her. Her sword’s blade snapped in two under its weight as she felt a giant clawed hand crush her into the ground. A guttural moan escaped her small form as the tiles around her cracked and fractured under the pressure.
She could feel only the crushing bulk of the beast’s weight as things began to grow blurry. The pain was unbearable as she heard Ichigo’s frightened voice calling her name as she tried desperately to take a breath.
He charged in at the indiscernible creature, stumbling quite noticeably. His head was a muddled mess as he tried hard to focus, but with all the blood running through his eyes and down his chin, it made it even harder to see. He swung his blade and was met with what felt like a hit, but no sooner than his blade had stopped he was suddenly swatted through the air like a rag doll. He braced himself for impact, but instead he was met with a warm body and a pair of strong arms catching him rather gently. His vision was seeing doubles but as he looked back over his shoulder he saw some rather unmistakable red spiky hair.
“…R-Renji?”
He felt himself settled onto the ground as a rush of air flew past him. He tried to stand, but, only managed to stumble awkwardly to the wall, where he then leaned heavily to stay upright. A screeching roar echoed through the chamber as the creature was rapidly vanquished.
Renji stood over the injured girl feeling afraid and tense as she breathed shallowly in the small crater where she lay broken. The beast’s torn body evaporated into dust behind him as he knelt and touched her face softly.
She moaned softly but her eyes remained closed. “Sorry…” he muttered softly as he scooped her up and carried her over to where Ichigo was shakily leaning against the wall, watching him.
Things were slowly clearing in the boy’s head as Renji arrived at his side, adjusting Rukia under one arm and grabbed Ichigo against his side, without so much as a word.
“W-What are you doing here? Where did you come from?” Ichigo asked as he threw his arm over Renji’s shoulder as the taller man all but dragged him, stumbling, down the hall.
“That’s not important right now. Gotta get you two somewhere safe,” he replied sounding hushed.
“Inoue’s--” Ichigo began but was cut off.
“I know, Ichigo. I‘ll take care of her,” he said as he edged up to the brick wall and pressed one of the bricks, activating the wall to slide back and reveal a dimly lit hallway. He pulled them into the dark hall and settled them down on the floor, “Listen,” came his hushed voice again as he looked into Ichigo’s chocolate eyes, “Stay here. I’ll bring Inoue, and she’ll heal ya’ll.”
“What? No way,” Ichigo protested as he sat forward to get up.
Renji stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder, “Ichigo, You gotta stay with Rukia. It’s safe here if ya just lay low. No one should be comin’ through this hall.”
“How do you know all this?” the boy asked with a quizzical expression on his bloodied face.
Renji was quiet for a moment and his jaw tightened. “I’ll be back soon.” He left swiftly and closed the door before anything else could happen.
* * *
The red head walked through the halls, attempting to act as nonchalant as possible as he passed a few of the Espada whom had grown familiar with his presence after so long. He was on the move toward where he assumed Inoue would be. He sure hoped his hunch was right, otherwise this could get nasty.
He made sure no one was in the hall before he began opening doors. They all appeared unoccupied as he went down the line of rooms. He was nearly at the end of the hall when he sensed a dimly familiar reiatsu. ‘Gotta be hers’” he thought as he grabbed the door handle. “Locked… well shit.” He smirked to himself, ‘picked locks way more difficult than this un,’ he mused as he fished a bobby pin out of his hair. And picked the lock in a matter of seconds. ‘Growin’ up as a street rat gots its perks.’ He entered the room and was pleased to see Inoue’s big eyes greeting him.
“A-Abarai-san! What are you doing here?” she gasped out as she got to her feet.
He grabbed her by the hand and turned back to the doorway, “No time for yappin’. Come on, we’re goin’.”
“B-but the Espada--” she began.
“I know, Inoue. Ichigo and Rukia’re in trouble. You gotta heal ‘em so ya can all get outta here. Stay real close with me, I ain‘t gonna let them hurt ya,” he said as he checked the hall before they left the room.
Inoue was trembling as Renji suddenly stopped and backed them both against the wall. He put his finger to his mouth, signaling for her to stay quiet, before leaning over to peek around the corner. She could hear subtle voices, softly making casual conversation. Renji suddenly tugged her on as they quickly crossed the intersection. They seemed to have made it through without being spotted. It was actually a bit surprising considering Renji didn’t seem like the stealthy type to her, of course she didn‘t know he’d grown up as a pick-pocket and a thief.
Everything went eerily smooth as the pair approached the home stretch and Renji reached out to tap the brick that triggered the hidden door to slide open. Renji roughly nudged Inoue into the path before closing the door behind them.
The first thing he noticed was how drastically Rukia’s condition had deteriorated. Ichigo was holding her and looked to be nearly in tears as he was trying to wake her.
“Inoue! She’s having trouble breathing. She‘s bleeding inside bad.”
The healer got right to work as she could see the petite girl gasping sporadically, blood trickling generously from the sides of her mouth. Ichigo was unconsciously rocking her as he softly whispered encouragement to her limp form.
As the orange light engulfed the both of them, Renji stepped back to lean against the wall, seeming to withdraw from the bloody scene. The only sign of his unrest was his jaw chattering softly as he turned his eyes away. Seeing Rukia like this… both devastated him and infuriated him, but more than that he felt a gargantuan surge of the reality he’d been so readily avoiding… and it felt real.
The swell of churning tides in him battered against his ribs as his eyes darted back to the red blood oozing down her pale lips. His Rukia… the one and only thing in his life that couldn‘t be replaced... and yet somehow he had managed to do just that. But now his fantasy world was quickly crumbling down around him, and he knew he could never come back again. He’d have to stay here now; in this world that made him hurt and made him suffer like fate’s most favorite plaything… He mourned a sense a loss as he slid down the wall and quietly watched them with eyes that were dark and dull.
It was probably an hour or two before anything changed. They’d heard the odd footsteps here and there, but their hide away had proved stable. No words were spoken as they sat there in the dark, the only light being Inoue’s healing energies.
Ichigo’s injury was all but gone when Rukia’s tender eyes finally fluttered open. She gave a soft, slightly hoarse whimper as she turned her head up to look at him, “Ichigo?”
He smiled down at her, “Hey… you had us all scared. Welcome back from the brink.”
Rukia puffed, “Don’t be dramatic, idiot… wait… us?” She looked over to see Inoue’s brightly smiling face looking back at her. “Inoue! You’re safe.”
“Keep it down. We ain’t out of the woods yet,” came a familiar voice that didn‘t sound like Chad or Ishida.
Rukia’s eyes widened as she sat up on her elbows to see if her ears were deceiving her. It was hard to make out anything in the darkness. The only thing she could see with the dim lighting was his silhouette. “Is it…” she began but trained off.
“Yeah... It‘s me,” was the only response she got.
She nearly jumped right up, but the pain was still very much present and she only managed to twist marginally, “W-how?” she questioned as her eyes looked hard into the darkness.
“Ain’t important right now. It‘s not gonna be easy breakin’ outta this place so stay quiet and let Inoue finish.”
Rukia looked very dissatisfied with the response and obviously wanted to push the matter, but Ichigo grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back down, “Come on, Rukia, lie still. We can deal with this later. We still have to get Chad and Ishida and get everyone outta here.”
It was obvious by the tense expression on her face that his presence had torn open some old wounds, but she complied for the moment to let Inoue treat her new ones.
As the four quietly sat in the dim hall there was a sudden unease that swept through them, and Renji stood quickly with his hand on his hilt. There was a soft well-known cry as the ex-shinigami grew visibly tensed.
“Red. I know you’re in there. Come out, Come out.”
Renji recognized the voice immediately as the Sixth… exactly someone he didn’t need to see right now. He looked down at the three on the floor beside him, trying to decide his next course of action.
“Red!” came Grimmjow’s impatient voice.
“Ah-- R-Renji please!” the feminine call was desperate and strangely familiar to all the group members.
“… Stay” he whispered as he opened the door and exited, coming face to face with the Espada and his little impersonator who was being harshly gripped by the back of her neck.
“You been up to no good, Red… Now why’d you have to go and do something like that, eh? I liked ya… A lot more than these other fuckers, that’s for sure.”
Renji was fairly concerned that he would hurt the girl, despite knowing she was not Rukia, he still had some semblance of feelings for her after all they’d shared. “What are you doing with her?”
Grimmjow smirked, “Why do you care what I do with her? She ain’t your woman. Jig is up, right?” With a sharp yelp, he yanked her back just to emphasize that he could do what he wanted with her now that she wasn’t important anymore.
“Let her go,” Renji said, trying to ignore the friends that were now poking their heads out from the dark hall despite his warnings to stay put.
Ichigo had his sword drawn and stepped up beside the red-head, ready to back up his friend despite being rather confused about the girl’s appearance. Inoue helped support the still injured Rukia as they stepped out into the scene.
“Told you to stay,” the ex-shinigami growled.
“You’re not the boss here, Renji.” Ichigo retorted, intent on assisting his friend despite his instructions.
Rukia’s eyes were wide in shocked horror as seeing a mirror image of herself standing at the other end of the hallway in an Espada‘s grip. At first she was confused, but then she looked over at Renji and things began to make some sliver of sense… ‘So that’s why he’s here…’ She seemed to seethe the more she thought about it.
“Hm, I like you more when you’re swingin’ your sword, hippy. I ain’t allowed to kill ya, but I ain’t got no orders bout your girlfriend or these riffraff,” Grimmjow mocked as he waved the feeble girl around, making her cry loudly.
“Renji, Please!” she wailed as she tried to pry his iron grip from the back of her neck to no avail. “Please, save me…” Big pearly tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked pleadingly at him.
He could almost feel the real Rukia’s fury lashing at his back as he stepped forward and drew his sword. “I know you ain’t the type to beat up on weaklin’s, so you wanna fight, lets fight.”
The sixth had a grave expression as his sapphire eyes locked with ruby ones. “Actually, I just brought her so you could say goodbye… Sorry, Red. Orders are orders,” he said before he rammed his hand through her chest so hard the eruption of crimson gore sprayed half the length of the hallway.
At that moment the walls suddenly quaked as the invisible beasts that Aizen had been creating all but burst from the walls around them. Rumbling roars rippled down the hall as everything turned to chaos.
Grimmjow dropped the girl’s body as the illusion that had been surrounding her flickered out like a dying fire. The sixth turned and walked out of the hall abandoning both Renji and the corpse to the shuddering hallway.
Renji shot forward cutting through two of the illusion beasts as Ichigo swung at the ones behind. Inoue’s shield panged as it repelled the falling bricks while she and Rukia ducked to the ground under it.
Renji skidded to a halt and fell to his knees over the soaked red figure who’s unfamiliar green eyes stared up at him through the haze of pain. “R…en…ji… I’m… sorry.”
Her features were nothing exceptional as he looked down on her and gently reached out to cradle her head. “It’s not your fault…It’s my fault,” he said sadly.
“My face…. You can see it…” she choked out a whisper as her fingers sought him out as her vision began to darken.
“Yes. The illusion is broken,” he muttered in a low voice as his free hand captured hers’ and he squeezed it gently, reassuringly.
“I… am so happy… you’re still… here with me…” She coughed harshly as blood spilled rapidly from her mouth and nose, “I wanted to… tell you for so long… my name…is…K…” her breath ceased before any more words could come, and Renji felt a sinking nausea pierce his gut.
Rukia’s icy powers made mist around them and the beasts became easy to distinguish. Ichigo dispersed them without trouble in the narrow corridor and their bodies flickered away as dust. As Inoue took down her shield their eyes turned to Renji, who was still kneeling beside the dead hallow girl.
Since she’d not been slain with a zanpakutou her soul would not be reborn in the soul society… instead it would be lost, wither and disappear forever. The thought made Renji feel much the same.
Ichigo was the first to approach, passing the large hole in the wall that opened up to the night sky and stand beside the kneeling Renji, who seemed forlorn as ever.
“Renji… Sorry, but we gotta go,” he said sympathetically as he put a hand on his hurting friend’s shoulder.
The tall man stood and nodded before he glanced over at Rukia who was still standing at a distance, but was watching him with aloof eyes. He turned and sheathed his weapon, “Grimmjow’s not finished… and neither am I… Leave me and go.”
A/N Yes... I'm quite aware I've taken forever with this... but on top of being busy I had to think up something to actually write, which was hard... *sigh*
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