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Prisoner of War	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 57808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 19

Uryu floated between half sleep and awareness, his body like a road map of pain. He was not capable of clear thought, only vaguely remembering that Aizen had been through with him and left him a mess on the bed before he left. He was alone now, feverish and whimpering, curled up like a tortured animal. Through it all, Aizen had not used his own body on him, saying he would save his arousal for his lover, and not waste it on a worthless toy.

It hadn't stopped that crazy bastard from sticking everything else in him and on him that he could. The lashings came in between teasing and toying. He'd been bound in so many different ways that he had rope burns all over his body. Just more marks to add to the swollen and bloody lashes that the whip had left behind. The piercings on the head of his cock and on each nipple throbbed like a steady heartbeat. He wanted to take them off, but Aizen advised against that, unless he wanted to suffer the piercings a second time.

The cock ring was no longer in place. After all was done, Aizen had taken it off and allowed him release, but by the time he was able, the pleasure of it was buried beneath a deep ocean of agony. That cruel smile had never left Aizen's lips. He truly was a vicious monster. He shuddered, scared he would come back at any moment and start in on him again. He didn't think he would be able to survive another minute of it.

Uryu heard the door. He tensed up, biting back a yelp. Was he really coming back already? Please no, not more of that torture. The locks clicked slowly. He curled up tighter, closing his eyes like a child trying to hide away from the boogeyman. Any trace of the once strong Quincy was no longer in this abused body. He didn't think he would ever get that strength back again. The third lock clicked. No. The door made a soft sound as it swung open.

"Uryu. Oh my...." A soft gasp.

It was Orihime's voice, but he still wouldn't open his eyes to look. Relief, but dread mingled into his emotions. She was seeing him like this. The things Mayuri had done that she had seen was nothing compared to the frayed shambles Aizen had left him in. He heard her footsteps and he shrunk up more into himself, curling into a ball.

"I'm here to help you." Her voice was so soft and filled with concern.

Was it really her? Maybe it was Aizen just fucking with his mind. He knew what Aizen's zanpaktou could do. He had told him when they first came to this room, that only he was able to open and close the locks in the door, so how could have Orihime gotten in?

"Stay away.."

"Uryu, please. Let me help you."

"Stay away!" He opened his eyes to see her shocked expression. Her eyes were wet and her lips were trembling. It looked so much like her, but he was afraid to even hope she was real. "Is it really you?" he croaked.

"It is." A tear slipped down her cheek and dripped onto his leg. "I promise, it's me."

"I want to believe.."

"It's me," she whispered and sat on the side of the bed. "Aizen told me Mayuri brought you in here, that you needed healing. He told me how to open the door. I didn't know if I'd be able to." She sniffed and absently wiped at her eyes.

"Mayuri.." He didn't finish. Of course Aizen wouldn't admit to doing this to him to anyone. He was sure Mayuri would gladly take the blame too. The two were twin psychos.

"I'm so sorry he did this to you," she said.

"Don't be sorry. You didn't do it." He still couldn't look at her directly for more than a moment, his cheek flushed with shame at his appearance and obvious weakness.

"There's the bathroom over there," she said. "I'll run you a bath so you can wash up first, okay?"

"Okay."

She got up and hurried away to get it going. He listened to the sound of water, still curled up in a ball. The room reeked of sweat, blood and semen. She shouldn't have to be in here taking care of him after this horror. He listened to her moving around the room, feeling some comfort with her being there. He was still ashamed, but something about her presence had always been calming to Uryu, even before the war started.

Uryu opened his eyes to watch her through the open bathroom door, but her form was out of focus. She was a mixture of white, and long flowing orange hair, not as bright as Ichigo's, but so beautiful. His head was too foggy with pain to realize his glasses were still off. She came closer and he could see her a bit better as she did. Her eyes looked so sad.

"It almost full. I'll help you in," she said, hand out to him.

He bit his lip and uncurled his body, only to get another gasp from her. It was the piercings she was focused on, her eyes gone a bit wider. She was speechless, cheeks red, and she couldn't seem to make herself look away.

"Ai...Mayuri, did it," he quickly corrected himself, hand covering his privates as best as he could.

"Oh." She finally looked away, his hand snapping her out of her shocked stare. "Maybe...let me take them..off?"

"No!"

She jerked. "Sorry."

"It.." He sighed weakly. "It would be pointless. He said he'd just do it again. So, they stay."

"That's..so cruel."

Uryu swallowed. "Well, I hear some people do this to themselves willingly as a statement. What statement that is, I have no fucking idea," he said, voice flat of emotion.

"I'm sorry," she said yet again, hands bunched in the white espada clothes she was wearing.

"Please stop saying that. It's not your fault what happened here in this room." He looked up at her. "Just you being able to come in here and take care of me is help enough."

She sniffed a bit, hand back out. "Bath time."

He got up with her help and went inside the steam filled bathroom. She turned off the faucet as he stepped in and lowered himself down, hissing as his body rested against the porcelain. He stung all over, but he had to get clean before she healed him. It hurt, but he scrubbed himself to rid the dirty feeling from body, but his soul could not come completely clean. It probably never would.

Orihime gave him his privacy, in the room, but her back turned to him out of respect. She made herself look busy by folding the towels and looking at items on the counter. He watched her as he washed, her image still a bit blurry, but solid enough for him to see what she was doing. In this darkness, she was a luminous light that eased his soul; something the cleansing was not able to do.

"Uryu, Aizen did this, didn't he?" Her voice was so low, he almost didn't hear the anger in it. He stopped his washing, lips too numb to answer her. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything," she said as she grabbed for a robe that was hanging on a hook. "I could tell by the look in his eyes when he came to me. Like he was pleased about something. That's the look he would have after he would...discipline Ichigo." Her back went stiff. "I hate that look," she whispered.

"Orihime.."

"I hate him. I hate them all." She turned and moved over to the tub to kneel down beside him. Her eyes showed the deep passion of her loathing more clearly than the words. It was odd to see negative emotion from this young woman he had known for so long.

"I do to," he said, watching her face go from anger to sadness again.

"It makes it harder to have hope now that Ichigo..." She closed her eyes. "Now that he loves Aizen."

Uryu looked to the water that was now tinted a light red from the blood he'd washed away. He didn't know what to say about that and make her feel better. He was just as confused as she about Ichigo's emotional connection with the man that had taken him in as a plaything. He could lie and say that it was probably some kind of hypnotic spell he had over their friend, but he highly doubted it.

"You're not angry at Ichigo, are you?"

"No. I can't be, but I just don't understand."

"We can't understand what's going on in his mind, but we can still trust Ichigo knows what he's doing."

She nodded. "Ready to get out?" She looked at the water with a slight grimace. She wasn't disgusted by it, but he could tell she wanted to get healing on him as soon as possible.

"Yeah, I feel clean enough for now."

She kept the robe in her grasp and handed him a towel as she rose up with him. He took it gratefully as he stepped out and patted himself dry, taking it easy around the small wounds that covered his skin. She helped him get the robe on as he fought a shiver. He walked slowly back into the room of horrors, not really wanting to, but he had no choice. The water was being drained, the sound a dull echo behind him as he stared at the dreaded rack and disheveled bed, grateful they were both a blur.

"We should leave this room," she said and walked past him.

He only nodded and watched her through squinted eyes as she moved across the room and picked something up. She came back over and handed him his glasses. He muttered a thank you and slid them on, her and the room now in crisp view. He looked toward the door, but his feet wouldn't move. The shame was coming back again, and the thought of walking through those halls was not an appealing option.

"It will be okay," she said, hand slipping in his. "I can't heal you here. The bed is too..."

"Dirty," he finished for her. She looked down. "I know, you don't have to tell me. Getting cleaned up would have been pretty pointless if I just laid back in that mess."

"My room will be better," she said in a small voice.

They both went silent and left the room together. She wouldn't let go of his hand, and he found that he didn't mind it at all. It was reassuring and gave him more confidence to walk along the cold hallways. No one passed them, just the same as it was most times. The place might as well be a graveyard it was so vast and void of life.

Uryu felt so exhausted by the time they made it back and he practically collapsed on the bed when she helped him over to it. She urged him with gentle hands to lay on his back. He complied, rolling over with some effort, body limp, mind near to listless. Orihime went right to work, her healing shield spreading over his entire body. It's warm glow was already edging the pain away and his breath relaxed along with his sprawled body.

"You're an angel," he muttered tiredly, watching her, not wanting to close his eyes again and be plunged into the dark.

"Uryu..." She looked down into his eyes.

"You are," he whispered, watching her beautiful face, the orange energy of the shield not diminishing her grace, but enhancing it. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Her lips parted. "Nothing will happen to me, Uryu."

"Mayuri did something horrible to Nemu," he said, voice cracking when he said her name. No amount of pain and suffering could make him forget. He told her everything, watching the tears spill down her cheeks as his own watered and stung his tired eyes. She listened to it all, strongly keeping her healing aura over his body, even as her hands trembled.

"He's a monster," she whispered when he was done speaking, fresh tears leaking from her eyes. "He made her, how could he do something like that to his daughter?"

"That's just it. He's a monster." He wiped his own eyes under his lenses. "He doesn't have a moral bone in his body, but I've always known that from the day I met him." He didn't feel the throb of pain anymore, but there was an ache in his chest that no healing was going to cure. "I'm okay now, Orihime. You can stop."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She looked reluctant, but she dropped the shield and sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the last remaining tears away with the back of her hand. He wondered if she felt as guilty as he did about Nemu's fate, but neither of them were at fault. He kept trying to think of what he could have done differently. He would drive himself nuts if he kept it up, but his mind wouldn't stop working. Orihime watched him, hand reaching out to take his in hers again.

"You didn't do that to her," she said.

"Are you reading my mind?"

"I don't have to. I can see it in your eyes, even if they are half closed."

"Yeah." He looked away.

"You should try and sleep now."

"I don't know if I can." The bed trembled a bit and he felt warmth press against his side. He turned his head and met her eyes. She was laying beside him. "Orihime."

"I'll stay here beside you," she whispered. "I'm not much of a protector," she said, eyes lowering, "but I can try to give you comfort." She eased her eyes back up to his, then her lovely face moved closer and her lips were against his before he knew what was happening. It was a soft, tender kiss, almost timid in it's placement. He sucked in a breath, lips parted. She took it as an invitation, and maybe it was, her tongue slipping through to meet his for a few lingering moments before she pulled back, a deep blush across her cheeks.

"..Orihime," he breathed out.

She nibbled her lip. "Sleep, okay?"

"I...okay." He closed his eyes, still feeling the warmth of her lips on his own. He took the feeling with him as he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

~*~

Grimmjow woke up to a group of pissed off looking shinigami surrounding him, but none looked as angry as the big man standing above him. Ichigo's father. The man had a intense stare, the sharpness of it matching his zanpakuto blade. This idea of finding them was looking more like failure by the second. How could he get through to so many that hated him. And could he really blame them?

"So, if you weren't there to attack us, what did you hunt us down for?" he asked.

"Right to the point," Grimmjow said. "Good." He went to sit up, but was pushed back. "Fine, I'll lay here on the rocks," he said and sighed.

"Just answer me, dammit!"

"I told you before. I came for your help."

"So you said." The shinigami muttered to one another, not one of them sounding convinced. Isshin's cool eyes observed him, as if trying to read his mind to find the truth.

"What I said about Ichigo is true too."

"Don't....mention that again," Isshin seethed, looking to Rukia and Urahara. Grimmjow could tell he believed him about the fact, but he could also see he had not shared the information with the other shinigami. Made sense. Not something a father would want to discuss about his son with so many.

"I can't take back what happened. I know you don't want to believe me, but we arrancar really didn't know what to expect when we joined Aizen." He got glares, but he kept talking. "We were amazed by his strength. We saw him as a leader, but in the end, he just used us to gain for himself."

"Lets just tear this bastard apart already!" Ikkaku yelled to the praise of many in the cavern.

Urahara raised his hand. "Calm down. Don't turn into a crazed mob. You have more honor than that, or am I wrong?!"

"These bastards took that honor when they imprisoned us down here like animals," Ikkaku insisted.

"Really? How would your captain react to hearing you say that if he were still alive?" Urahara asked and watched him calmly.

Ikkaku's anger faltered. "Captain Zaraki would be disappointed," he muttered.

"And really pissed off," Yumichika added, giving his friend a look.

"I'm not sure what to think," Rukia said softly. Renji stood beside her looking just as unsure as the rest. "I do know Grimmjow was beaten up pretty bad already when we caught him, and we did feel Tosen's reiatsu coming after him."

"It was really his, Rukia?" Hisagi asked, looking at her with a hopeful expression.

"Yeah, we're sure of it," she said and looked at him, seeing that familiar pain in his eyes. Rangiku stood close beside him, holding his hand, her own sadness plainly written all over her face. Rukia knew she was always thinking of Gin, but she would never say it aloud.

"This is a odd turn of events either way," Urahara said as he sat down and looked at Grimmjow.

"We need to find our zanpakuto," Renji said. "We can't just fight with kido."

"Doesn't help that you suck at it," Rukia jabbed with a smirk.

"Hey!"

"Jokes aside," Isshin raised his voice, "we do need to get all your blades back." He looked at Grimmjow. "You want to help. Then tell us, where are the zanpakuto?"

Grimmjow shook his head. "I don't know. We didn't even know you all still lived until we felt the reiatsu come from underground that day."

"Bullshit."

"I'm not lying! We thought all shinigami were dead except for Ichigo." He looked up at Isshin imploringly. "There is one thing I know. There are two rooms that we are told to stay away from. One has Ichigo's hollow side. They were separated when Ichigo was brought in"

Isshin leaned closer to him. "And the other?"

"I don't know what's inside, but if we are not allowed near it, I can assume it's where all the zanpakuto are. The rooms are both sealed off, and Aizen is the one that has them blocked in. All I have been able to manage is talking to Hichigo through his door."

"Hichigo?" Rukia said.

"Ichigo's hollow. That's what he started calling him."

"I guess that seal would explain us not being able to call our zanpakuto to us then," Renji said and sat beside Urahara.

"Gwimm?" I small voice came from the back of the surrounded shinigami.

"Nel, I told you to stay with Karin, sweetheart!" Isshin yelled back.

"But I hear Gwimm," she said, crawling her way between legs, determined to get close.

"Nelliel?" Grimmjow whispered as she crawled into view and stood to waddle over.

"Nel." Isshin tried to pick her up, but she stubbornly pushed at his hands

"Let her, Isshin," Urahara said. He reluctantly let her pass.

She crawled on Grimmjow's lap and placed her hands on his cheeks. "You help Itsygo?"

He looked into her childlike eyes. "Yes, with everything I have."

She stared close, nose touching his. "You love Itsygo?"

"Yes, I do."

"Otay." She grinned and looked up at Isshin. "We help Gwimmy now. He not lying."

Urahara chuckled. "And a child calls it."

Isshin smiled at Nel, but still gave Grimmjow a distrustful glare. "For now, we do. I'll tell you now, Grimmjow, if you do anything at all that betrays my trust, I will kill you. Understood?"

"Completely."

"We're going to trust that quickly?" Renji asked.

"I think it's the best we have right now," Urahara said and looked at the gathered group. "Any objections?" Only a few looked undecided, but none spoke up to disagree. "Good. Now Grimmjow, tell us more about these sealed rooms."
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