Among the Enemy | By : PrplGrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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See Me
A soft sigh escaped Ishida’s lips
as he leaned against a windowsill, blue eyes scanning over the white sand,
black sky, and eerie moon hanging carelessly above him. It was a scene he was familiar with, and why
shouldn’t it? Hueco
Mundo was his home after all, even if he thought that
didn’t seem right.
Nothing about him felt like the
truth, although he had no idea what the truth could possibly be. He remembered absolutely nothing about what
he was like before he found himself kneeling at Aizen’s feet, just that
irritating darkness, like he wasn’t living until that moment. ‘Is that
really how birth is?’ he wondered for the hundredth time, one slender
finger tracing the remains of the mask upon his face. It was slender on his forehead, making some
kind of intricate pattern as it reached down to hold rectangular lenses in
front of his eyes.
Ishida scowled; even his mask
didn’t feel like it was supposed to be there.
It was tight against his skin, slightly uncomfortable, and the power that
flowed from it was unfamiliar.
He rubbed his temples, trying to
eradicate the same thoughts he’d had since arriving almost a week ago. It was time to put them to rest; Aizen had
been taking good care of him and he had no reason to doubt his master.
“At least I’m dressed comfortably,”
Ishida whispered to himself, his voice bouncing off the walls and slightly
echoing down the hall. His fingers
traced the edge of the skirt he wore, being grateful it was longer than it had
looked. He had been given the choice of
wearing that or the hakama that seemed to be the
uniform among his comrades. Ishida had immediately
turned down the baggy pants; wearing them wasn’t the least bit
comfortable. So, he opted for the skirt
with attached top, although there wasn’t much to it. It was sleeveless and had openings to expose
his flat abdomen and back, but Ishida was able to get a mantle to drape over
his shoulders. The customary white color
with black trim didn’t bother him, though, and the entire outfit fit
comfortably around his slender form.
“There you are, Uryuu-kun.”
Ishida turned to see his master
walking down the hall toward him, a small smile on his lips. “A-Aizen-sama,” he replied softly, bowing his
head respectively.
Gentle fingers grasped his chin to
tilt his head back; Aizen’s piercing eyes gazing straight into his own. “Is there something wrong, Uryuu-kun?” he
asked after a moment, hand cupping the Arrancar’s face.
Ishida looked away. “…it’s nothing.”
“…Uryuu…” The former shinigami’s expression hardened as
he stepped closer to the other, their bodies only a breath apart.
Ishida was somewhat familiar with
that look, having received it a few times before, and knew it meant his master
was extremely serious and lying would not be very wise. He tried to remain silent, but those eyes
were still locked on him and Uryuu could feel their iciness penetrate deep into
his being. He felt himself start to
shiver a little at the intensity and he released a long sigh, giving in to the
man he knew not to disobey.
“I-I…,” Ishida began slowly, hoping
that he wouldn’t upset the person he owed his existence to; “I just…don’t feel
right, I guess.” His eyes cautiously
looked back to Aizen to find one of his delicate eyebrows raised in question,
brown orbs becoming slightly softer.
“What do you mean?” Sousuke asked
gently, lightly massaging the skin beneath his hand.
The Arrancar bit his lip for a
moment; that touch was very warm and welcoming.
“Well…I feel…weird. Like I used
to be a different person, but…I don’t know who that was.”
Aizen stopped his massage and
dropped his hand from Ishida’s face, his own expression hardening into
seriousness once again. “Uryuu-kun, what
do you remember before that day when I brought you into this world?”
Uryuu again looked back, hoping for
some kind of a flicker from a memory or feeling or knowledge of what he was
before. He felt saddened further when no
such thing appeared. Shaking his head
slightly, he responded, “Nothing, Aizen-sama.
Just darkness.”
The former shinigami’s lips curled
up into a smile, his hand coming to rest on the Arrancar’s shoulder. “Then stop worrying about it so much,
Uryuu-kun. It’s most likely just a side
effect from being transformed with the Hougyoku, even though it is rare. Your memories might return on
their own; don’t push it too hard.
Besides, you’ve got other things to think about. I was actually coming to retrieve you; it’s
time you became a Fraccion.”
Ishida nodded obediently and silently
followed Aizen as he led him down the hall.
He had to admit what his master told him had made some sense; he could
not sit around and just wait for his memories to return. Being picked to serve as a Fraccion would
most likely help him in the long run, so Uryuu straightened his back and tried
to prepare himself mentally for the challenge ahead.
He was aware that new Arrancar usually
did not become followers of the Espada so quickly; they usually had to
establish their powers and strength first before any of the ten strongest
Arrancar would even consider taking them under their wing. However, Aizen thought it would be best for Ishida
to start learning from them as soon as possible, which was why he set up a
meeting with the Espada for them to check the newcomer out.
Uryuu was nervous, although he wasn’t
sure as to why.
The room he was led to was softly
lit, like most of the rooms were. He
could see his superiors scattered about the space, even though Ulquiorra and
Yami were noticeably absent. Ishida
supposed that was because those two Espada didn’t care to have any Fraccion at
their side, from what Aizen had told him.
The former shinigami had Uryuu
stand in the middle of the room and handed him a katana, smiling softly at the quizzical
look the newcomer gave him. “It’s quite
simple, Uryuu-kun,” he explained. “All
you have to do is battle Luppi-kun. Show
your brothers what you can do.”
Ishida nodded as he turned to face
the extremely feminine Arrancar. Luppi
was one of those who hadn’t been taken in by an Espada, but Uryuu had heard he
was strong enough to be a part of the top ten and was just shamelessly waiting
for a position to open for him.
“Well, newbie,” Luppi said as he
stood before his opponent, “shall we get this started?”
Uryuu tightened his grip on the
sword, trying to ignore the notion that it felt strange to hold such a weapon,
before leaping toward his “comrade.”
It seemed that at least his body had remembered combat; Ishida was
quick on his feet, relying more on instinct than anything as he attempted to
hit Luppi. The other proved to be a
difficult target and was definitely faster.
Several blows Uryuu landed with his sword were easily blocked by the
more experienced Arrancar and it did not take long before the younger of them
was focusing on his defense.
Luppi giggled in great amusement at
first, seeming to enjoy watching Ishida dodge and run from his attacks, which
were relentless. Before long, however,
the feminine Arrancar became bored and Uryuu paid for it by getting a nasty
blow to his arm. As he bled and panted,
he could feel his hopes for being chosen go quickly down the drain; no one
would want someone so weak to serve them.
It was frustrating; Luppi hadn’t even drawn his sword yet! He attacked with nothing but speed and energy
blasts, causing the new Arrancar to fatigue sooner than he wished.
Ishida tried many times to release
more of his powers, but they were too strange to him. He felt the surge of strength flow into his
body and he would freeze for a moment; as if he wasn’t sure on how to control
the energy, the stray thought that perhaps these weren’t his real powers even crossed
his mind.
That space-out cost him dearly.
Luppi took advantage of the
situation and quickly struck Ishida several times, causing him to drop his
katana. The stronger of them smiled as
he threw a few more good punches to the defenseless Arrancar before tossing him
onto the floor; only then did he unsheathe his own sword.
For some reason, the pain Uryuu was
feeling in his gut, arm and face didn’t seem to bother him. Pain was familiar, pain he knew. He was more concerned about the malevolent
expression on the other’s face as he brought the sharp edge of the sword toward
his throat.
“You lose!” Luppi taunted, looking
as if to push the blade into his flesh.
Ishida blinked when the one about
to kill him suddenly vanished from his sight.
He sat up to see Aizen holding the smaller Arrancar at bay.
“That’s enough, Luppi-kun,” he said
softly, releasing the other and turning toward the Espada.
Uryuu had to look away for a moment
at the silence, which beat heavily on his ears.
Although he realized the silence was much more welcome once he heard the
others speak.
“I’m not interested in men, no
matter how they dress,” the only
female Espada, Halibel, said, crossing her arms and turning away.
“Not that I wouldn’t mind him,” the
rough-cut Stark stated in a lazy tone, “but I kinda have my hands full with
Lilinette.”
Szayel Apollo hummed as he gazed at
the beat-up Arrancar with an evil leer. “I
fairly enjoy making my own Fraccion; they’re much easier to train when all they
know is that I am in charge of them.”
The old-looking Baragan merely
huffed as he began leaving the room, “I have no time for weaklings or children among my Fraccion.” Many of the other Espada agreed and fallowed
him out the door, leaving only the blue-haired Arrancar behind.
Ishida slowly stood, trying hard
not to gaze directly into the sharp blue eyes looking directly at him. Aizen moved to stand behind him, gazing
expectantly at the remaining Espada.
“How about it,
Grimmjow?” Sousuke asked, a small smirk upon
his lips. “It must be very lonely since
your Fraccion were wiped out.”
Grimmjow remained silent for a few
moments, just long enough to raise Uryuu’s hopes a bit, before he closed his
eyes and left the room without saying a word.
Ishida bit his lip, fighting
against the dark feeling welling up within him.
Of all the pain he was feeling, this one he was positive he’d felt
before. He bowed his head in shame; it
should not have happened this way. For
some reason, Uryuu knew this wasn’t the first time he had failed at gaining
someone’s attention and he wondered if he ever would.
Quietly, he obeyed Aizen when
ordered to get his wounds patched up and go back to the room he had been
given. It was supposed to be temporary,
but Ishida had a feeling that he’d be staying in the small space for a long
while yet as he walked into it and sat on the overstuffed couch with a heavy
sigh.
The pain from his injuries was
quick to fade, but the lingering depression was not so easily dealt with. Uryuu turned to look out the window high on
the wall, perfectly framing the moon still hanging in the sky. It cast an eerie glow into the room, but the
light was soft and Ishida suddenly felt extremely tired; the dark feeling
helping to fuel his body’s exhaustion and he laid down, eyelids drooping over
his dark blue eyes as he slowly fell into a dreamless slumber.
A loud creak the door made when it
opened awoke Uryuu sometime later. He
immediately sat up with a snort, sleepy orbs glancing at the door to see a
shadowy figure standing just outside his room.
Ishida stood, stretching a little,
hoping it was Aizen or perhaps Ichimaru to take him to dinner; his stomach was
feeling quite empty. His
eyes widened, however, as the other stepped across the threshold and into the
pale moonlight.
“Grimmjow-sama?” he said, utterly
confused as to why the sixth Arrancar would come to his room.
The blue-haired man didn’t speak as
he slowly stepped closer to Uryuu, sky blue eyes determined, even though a stern
frown was upon his lips.
Ishida could feel his pulse
quicken; Grimmjow almost reminded him of a wild animal hunting some easy
prey. He swallowed thickly, backing up
until he was against the wall. A small
amount of fear rushed through Uryuu’s veins as the slightly taller Arrancar
came right up to him, their bodies nearly pressing against each other. He flinched as one hand slammed the wall
beside his head, causing his breathing to increase, panic and unease filling
his mind as Ishida tried to come up with a reason as to why the other would be
there terrorizing him.
He gasped sharply in surprise as
the Espada’s other hand gently reached under his skirt to grope his ass,
massaging the flesh it encountered.
Ishida shifted a bit, slightly
uncomfortable, while the other leaned in.
“…Grimmjow-sama?” he asked, voice trembling a bit as a shiver rippled
almost violently down his spine at the pure lust within the blue-haired man’s
eyes.
“Shut up,” Grimmjow commanded
softly before planting his lips firmly upon Uryuu’s.
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