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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 23

Thinking about the past was something Gin tried not to do, but running through the vastness of Hueco Mundo literally made one think to keep the mind occupied. It always came around to Rangiku. To Gin her beauty was unmatched, but there was more to her than looks. She was strong, determined at her job as the lieutenant of the 10th Division; or was. Now she was a prisoner like the others that were trapped here. Gin was a master of hiding his emotions, but the guilt ate away at him a little each day since the end of the war. After so much suffering, he couldn't expect her to understand him motives. Perhaps when this was all over he could try to explain it to her. If any of them survived by the end of this madness.

Images of the past replayed in his mind as he searched for Tosen, but it wasn't long before he came upon the scene of a past battle and his stroll through memory lane ceased. Even now the reiatsu still lingered from the combatants. It was recent, no more than a few days. Even in a desert like this it was easy to see the damage left behind. Trees broken, rock faces shattered, and even signs of deep holes in the sand from something, probably a body, being thrown with great force into it. He followed the destruction, finding a trail of old blood that was almost invisible by now as it had dried and shifted with the sand. He saw where the trail ended and went forward.

The remains of Gantenbainne lay gruesomely on display. It wasn't so much a body as it was a torn apart pile of flesh and bone. If not for the small traces of reiatsu that was still left behind and the familiar tufts of hair, the dead carcass would be unrecognizable. It was already in the process of disintegrating, and in time the body would turn completely into dust. A small lizard-like creature skittishly hid at the base of a crystallized tree, waiting for the strange man to move along so it could investigate. Gin laughed, the sound so chilling that the small creature decided it wasn't that interesting after all and burrowed under the sand to hide itself away.

"Tosen really let loose this time," Gin said aloud to the departed arrancar. "So scary of him."

Gin looked in the direction of the reiatsu he was following. Tosen wasn't hiding his reiatsu at all. It was strange, but Gin didn't waste time analyzing the reason why. Grimmjow was surely on the run, but Gin wondered how close Tosen actually was to capturing him. That really didn't matter. His only objective was to find Tosen before he made it back to Las Noches. If he didn't, it would be a inconvenience. It wasn't unknown for Aizen to change his mind on some matters and if Tosen made it back with Grimmjow in tow, perhaps he would decide not to kill his subordinate. In that case, Aizen might very well decide to get rid of him instead to keep his assassination order secret.

"That won't do at all," Gin said, leaving the battlefield in search of his prey.

Hours passed with nothing to show for it, except more dull sand and dark sky. This was becoming like a fool's errand. Gin stopped, eyes scanning the horizon that seemed to go on forever. He smirked and looked down toward his feet when the reality struck him. He's underground. It made sense of course. And here he was wasting his time trying to track him above. Gin moved on to find an entrance to the abyss that existed below the ground of Hueco Mundo. It took a bit of time, but he finally came across a rocky opening. He looked in and saw it was a perfect place to descend down. The path curved with a few bumps along the way, but it angled ever downward where he knew Tosen was. His pace quickened, the shadows hiding the cold grin that stretched on his face.

~*~

Uryu let out a breath as he finished a set of push-ups. He rolled and clasped his hands behind his head, curling his body to start a set of sit-ups. Since Gin's unwelcome visit, Uryu had decided to try to get as fit as possible. He'd been out of it for so long, always strapped to a table or some other contraption, body pumped up full of aphrodisiac that the mad man injected into him. Orihime's healing helped his body along, but his stamina had weakened considerably since being taken prisoner. His muscles ached, sweat stung his eyes, and his lungs burned with each intake of breath, but this pain was the good kind. It was the kind of pain that let you know how alive you were, and that you could get stronger. He was up to fifty sit-ups, stomach muscles screaming for him to stop when Orihime knelt beside him with a glass of water.

"Take a break, Uryu. You'll overdo it and end up hurting yourself. Your body isn't used to so much at once."

"I'm..fine..I.." He fell back on the floor with a deep, weary breath. He had no energy to argue with her, especially because she was right.

"Thank you." She smiled soft and gently wiped his face, leaning it to kiss his lips soft.

"You'll get covered in my sweat," he panted.

"I like being covered in your sweat," she whispered and kissed him. A muffled laugh escaped her when his tongue parted her lips to seek a deeper kiss. She obliged him, fingers tracing over his cheek. "Mm." She pulled back. "Drink this before I spill it."

"Thanks." He sat up with her, taking the cold glass of water she held. He took a few grateful gulps, and his breath began to calm a bit more.

She watched him with worry. "You haven't been sleeping well."

"It's that obvious?"

She nodded and slid closer to his side. He should have known she'd be aware of it. Sleeping in the same bed, it would be hard for her not to, but he always tried to bite back the screams in time when he woke from a nightmare. They were getting worse and more frequent each night. The images were seared into his memories. He used to forget his dreams, but these were just too horrible to banish from his mind and it was like every little detail was painfully clear. Sometimes it was Orihime being dragged off by Gin, other times it was Aizen chaining him up all over again for more punishment, but most times it was Mayuri. Those damn experiments of his, being stuck with needles and cut with scalpels. Each time it ended with Nemu's deformed, pregnant body. Her scream, the piercing wail of a hollow while she gave birth as Mayuri touched his cold lips to his ear to whisper...

Ready, Daddy?

"He's not going to let me stay here forever."

"I know. I just try not to think about it," she said, hand slipping over his.

"It's like I expect him to be standing over me with that cold smile every time I wake up, and when he isn't there I'm so relieved. I hate that I'm this afraid."

"Uryu.."

"The thought of Gin touching you, and I'm not here to at least try to stop him. It's agonizing. I feel so helpless!"

The pop was sharp, like the sound of ice breaking under a scorching sun. The metal bracelets that had been keeping his reiatsu dormant shattered into pieces. Uryu could only stare at his bare wrists that were marked with abrasion from months of being against the cold metal. Neither of them even breathed, the room eerily silent. He felt it. His reiatsu was starting to build from being locked away too long. He gasped and scrambled to control it. Orihime was there, her hair tickling his face as she hovered above him. The glow of her shield was surrounding them both and she had him straddled and gently held down with her hands. It was obvious what she was doing and he gave her a thankful smile. She was hiding his reiatsu for him until he could recover and hide it himself.

"It's strong, Uryu. Try to take it down as much as you can." She was gasping, but her shield held firm.

"Orihime, don't hurt yourself.."

"I'm fine. Just lower the pressure until you can hide it away. I know you can. You've always been strong, even shackled by that monster."

He reached and caressed her cheek, concentrating to pull back the energy. It was slow going and almost painful to calm. Perhaps if he had his cross it wouldn't be this straining, but he couldn't worry about that now. He could tell she was struggling, pain and fear contorting her face. The shield began to crack and she whispered his name, the sound a plea. He couldn't hurt her and refused to let her suffer more. He pulled, willing his reiatsu to come in and become tranquil, safely hidden away but not forced down like with the bonds that he was now free of. She tiredly smiled as the pressure reduced and faded. He gently pulled her down when the shield's glow died away and disappeared. Her body held firm against his and they were both trembling and panting with the shock of adrenaline.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around what happened." He took a ragged breath. "I can't seem to stop shaking."

"Are you okay?" She lifted herself off him a bit.

"I'm great." He smiled up at her. "It was just so much at once. My body will adjust with a little time."

He pulled her back down to kiss her lips, arms slipping around her small frame in a passionate embrace. They weren't free, not yet, but this was a start and he couldn't help but celebrate in the best way that he could. Her lips pressed to his, tongue probing his mouth with soft brushes. Her hands cupped his face and he smiled against her lips. Uryu always loved when she did that, the way her fingers made soft circles over his skin. His leg shifted and bumped a piece of metal and he forced himself to pull back.

"Orihime, do you think you can bring your shield up one more time? I have an idea, but I'll have to bring out a little reiatsu to do it. I can control the pressure now, I just need you to block it's presence for a short time."

"I can do that," she said and slid off him so he could sit up. She watched him gather up the pieces from the broken bracelets.

"Some of the pieces are small, but at least they didn't shatter into dust," he muttered almost to himself as he began to move the pieces together like a puzzle. When he was done, he looked to her with a smile she hadn't seen since the days before the war. This was the proud and confident Quincy she remembered, and she had to wonder why she never noticed just how much his strength radiated back then. A friend, yes, but it was always Ichigo she was longing for. It seemed so silly now.

"What's the plan then?"

"I haven't worked that out completely yet, but first things first. I've got a few bracelets I need to repair." She smiled as she brought her shield up around them once more, the soft glow warm and illuminating.

~*~

Ichigo wandered the halls somberly, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness. He was thinking about what he'd agreed to with Aizen and he was still angry with himself for doing so. A compromise that was supposed to give him some kind of comfort had only made him weary. Instead of Aizen choosing random worlds to destroy, he was going to let Ichigo watch and study these places. Have him determine if the world was rotten and better off not existing at all. If he didn't choose any worlds to be invaded, then Aizen would go back to his first plan and just destroy them all. Ichigo's jaw was aching and he realized he was grinding his teeth. He couldn't imagine there was a world out there bad enough to be targeted for destruction. Who were they to decide something like that?

And then there was the matter of Grimmjow. Aizen promised he would not have him killed, but Ichigo was never to touch him again. He didn't want it to be that way, but he'd rather see him alive than dead. Ichigo wasn't so sure Grimmjow would be happy with that agreement. Ichigo's options were limited, and he saw these decisions as giving them all time to come up with something better that could free them all. Each day time ran shorter though, and each day his resolve to kill Aizen grew weaker. In the beginning it was all he thought about. Killing the man that caused all of this; the man that had taken him and molded his body to respond the way he wanted it to. As he thought about it his loins coiled with lust and he cursed his own weakness. He had already admitted he loved Aizen, and had still vowed to kill him, but he wasn't so sure he could still do it when the chance finally came.

Ichigo could feel his hollow's annoyance, but he wasn't speaking up. He hadn't spoken all day in fact, and it was starting to worry Ichigo. It was odd for him to be so silent since they had started communicating like this. He wanted out of that cell he was in, but Ichigo wasn't sure how to go about that. As far as he knew, Aizen was still unaware that Ichigo even knew his hollow was locked up here in Las Noches. If he were to just bring it up, it might ruin all the trust Aizen had for him at this point. He tried to envision different scenarios, and all didn't end well. He didn't want to risk his hollow being killed. It occurred to him that if his hollow died, would he? He was outside of his physical body now, not the inner world where Zangetsu waited.

"Ya got too much shit floating around in your brain right now, King."

"So, you're speaking to me now?"

"I got to. All the worrying you're doing is annoying me."

"Fuck you."

"Let me out of this cell and you can. That is, unless you love Lord Aizen too much to even touch me."

...What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's obvious. I know your thoughts, and I can feel your emotions. If you keep letting yourself get drawn in by this asshole, we're all fucked!

"You think I don't know that?!"

"Then get a grip, King! Think about it. He destroyed Soul Society. He destroyed your world, killed almost everyone you care about and he's not even done yet!"

"I haven't forgotten!"

"Then toughen that heart of yours up and keep focused! String him along as long as you have to. Keep him blind and fuck his brains out, but don't give up on everyone else!"

Ichigo was staggered by his hollow's outburst. He could feel his anger and frustration like a knife digging in his gut. The truth really did hurt, and his hollow had to be the one to shove the facts home. Hichigo was right. He was starting to lose himself completely, even wondering if it was worth fighting anymore. If he gave in, it was over. All these promises that Aizen made were more likely fantasy to keep him in the direction Aizen wanted him to go. Still, the love was there. He couldn't help what he felt for Aizen. He stood there and knew that his own happiness was not more important than freeing everyone from this Hell. With Grimmjow and Hichigo, he would be able to deal with the pain and forget. He had to.

"Hichigo, how did you get so wise?"

"Well, not much else to do in here but think and jerk off."

"Okay, you just ruined the compliment, idiot."

"Fuck you."

"When I get you out of there."

Ichigo could feel his smile and smirked a bit himself, but it faded when he sensed Aizen's presence coming down the hall towards him. He heard his hollow sigh and break the connection for now. Hichigo rarely stayed around to chat anymore when Aizen was close by. He stopped thinking about it and turned to see Aizen approaching him. He had a slight smile as he neared, and raised his hand to brush his cheek tenderly.

"You've got that thinking face again," Aizen said, moving his hand away. "Something wrong?"

Ichigo laughed. "Wow, really?"

"And you're amused now." Aizen chuckled.

"You gave me a big responsibility. A normal person like me will have this heavy on the mind."

"It's not so difficult a task."

"You talk like it's as simple as turning a page. You want me to pick worlds for you to destroy."

"For us to destroy, lover. Us."

"..Us?" Ichigo whispered. He stepped back, stomach feeling nauseated. He leaned against the wall and stared at Aizen. "You didn't tell me I'd be part of it before." His lips were numb, and when he brought his hand up to his head it felt cold and clammy. This must be how it felt to be told you're going to be murdering millions of innocent people. It was like he was dying himself.

"Relax." Aizen stepped closer, fingers running under his chin to get Ichigo's full attention. "You have to get your sword a little bloody sometime." His lips pressed to Ichigo's temple, and his fingers played soft with strands of orange hair.

"Why?" Ichigo swallowed. His throat felt too dry.

"It will bring us even closer together." Aizen murmured, hot breath making Ichigo tremble as he kissed slow down the side of his neck and around his ear. "Mn, I love how you're letting your hair grow out." Teeth nuzzled his earlobe, and fingers played through the thick strands of hair that almost touched his shoulders.

Ichigo wanted to protest, but words failed him. It was surreal as his cold hands gripped at Aizen's clothes for leverage, afraid he would fall to the floor and not be able to stand again on his own. He knew he couldn't lose it now. He had to take back his nerves and swallow his fear. He had plenty of time. Aizen had given him that, but now his decisions were going to cost him even more if he had to play them out. Aizen's teeth grazed his skin and he hissed, embracing the shiver of lust that was pulling him out of his paralysis. Their lips met.

String him along as long as you have to! Keep him blind and fuck his brains out, but don't give up on everyone else!

Yes. He would do what he had to do to survive and help the others. It didn't hurt that he enjoyed fucking Aizen. In fact, he planned to savor every moment and touch until the end came. He sensed it would come soon, like a distant storm approaching a quiet sea. He pressed close to Aizen and as their kiss deepened he put all else from his mind. They fucked in that dark hallway, undisturbed like they were in their own world. Their voices rose together, flesh meeting over and over again with each thrust. Their passion burned, raising drops of sweat on their heated bodies. It was easy to forget when in such a deep well of absolute pleasure.

AN: Oh man. Months it has been, and I am so sorry everyone. I have been blocking for so long and with other things going on it's been hard for me to write. For instance, some prick (we don't know who yet) decided it was funny to shoot my dog with a pellet gun in the face and the vet had to do surgery on him to get it out. So pissed, you just wouldn't believe the hate I got brewing right now. My pup is named Sanzo by the way. Named after Genjo Sanzo from Saiyuki. My Sanzo muse is still annoyed I did that. Anyway, I know this chapter isn't much, and I literally pushed myself to write it. I apologize if it's not a lot and for the wait. Praying next chapter won't take so long.
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