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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 25

Mayuri scowled as he bent over the deceased hollow that was still twitching slightly after the deathblow. It's limbs were useless, but perhaps the eyes could be extracted and cultivated into a new experiment. He started to call for Nemu, then hissed, the sound laden with annoyance. Gathering specimens was more time consuming without her, but at least she was serving a greater purpose in her glass prison. Still, doing this alone was taking too much of his precious time. Maybe it was time to create another assistant to do all the grunt work. Until then, he would wait for the birth that would be happening very soon, if his calculations were correct, and they always were. He was eager to see the results, but perhaps more eager to see how the Quincy would react to it when the time came.

If all went well, perhaps Aizen would let him create a army of monstrosities. Mayuri scooped and pulled a large eye from the triangular shaped head of the hollow, ignoring the sickly suction sound it made. He dropped it into a circular container and sealed it tight before freeing the other eye of it's bony socket. He systematically stored the other in the same kind of container then sprayed his hands with the cleaning agent that he carried around with him on these jobs. He wasn't sickened by the blood, in fact he enjoyed the range in color and sticky feel of it. Uryu's was particularly satisfying to feel against his skin.

"Hm, I should probably take my little Quincy back soon," he muttered to himself as he readied to head back to Las Noches. Uryu had been staying with that woman for too long, and he would have gotten him back already, but he'd been too busy watching over Nemu's progress. He opened a case up and placed the containers inside, along with his tools. He closed the case and activated it with his reiatsu so it would float along beside him as he made his way back. It was one of his many inventions, but this was a recent modification. Nemu always used to carry the load. He sneered, again, faced with his predicament. Yes, he would make another assistant soon. Not having one was more of a bother than he'd imagined it would be. Or perhaps Aizen would allow him one of the arrancar. Though, one of them would probably prove difficult to control.

Mayuri was still contemplating when he heard the alarm warning in his head. He frowned and stopped walking to pull a slim, wire-like device from his ear to see it flashing red. An intruder was in his lab. Red light flashed crimson over his stark white face that was set in furious disbelief. His eyes twitched and his teeth ached as he ground them together. The audacity of the one violating his personal space enraged him to the point of murderous thoughts. He let the case floating beside him drop unceremoniously to the sands at his feet, the use of it's contents forgotten. He ran toward Las Noches, all the while thinking of ways he would tear the violator apart. It wouldn't take him long to get back, but it wasn't fast enough to please him.

~~~

Mayuri entered Las Noches and slammed into Midori in his haste to get to the lab. The arrancar was like a brick wall and gave him an indifferent look as if he was not aware the man had just about knocked himself over running into him. Midori's calm expression infuriated Mayuri further, and he pushed by the arrancar, barking a curse back at him as he went. Mayuri was in too much of a hurry to notice the arrancar's rude gesture before he slipped out the same door Mayuri had just barreled through.

Mayuri's fingers curled tight as he approached the lab door that appeared to still be shut, but looks could be deceiving. He did not like being on the receiving end of deception. The bastard that broke into his lab was going to pay with blood one way or another. He opened the door and stared at the orange haired intruder that stared right back at him, seemingly unfazed by being caught snooping. Aizen's bitch walked the halls of Hueco Mundo like he owned the place now, but his lab was off limits. How dare this little brat enter his private space. Mayuri's hand shook at his side as he willed himself not to pull his zanpakuto and attack the little shit. The only thing that kept him from giving in was the thought of Aizen's wrath if he put even one mark of his precious piece of ass. He often found himself thinking that Aizen was being a fool to let himself get wrapped up in this half breed child.

"What are you doing in here, boy?"

"I was bored, so I thought I'd come have a look in the freak show's lab. You are one sick fuck." Ichigo pointed at the covered glass case that held Nemu.

"You insolent little bastard. Do you think you can break in here and talk to me that way without punishment?!"

"Yes."

"You're going to pay for that!"

Mayuri barely touched the hilt of his blade when Ichigo's zanpakuto pressed against his throat. He hadn't even seen him move across the room. He knew the boy was fast, but this speed was on par with Aizen's. He frowned deep as his eyes swiveled to look at Ichigo's face. His stare was like icy daggers, his features hard set like a statue. This boy had always been weak in his eyes, but that had changed in a short space of time. Ever since the party that night when he had dispatched Yammy with such ease, he had watched Ichigo closely. His power was growing at a alarming rate. Surely Aizen had to be aware of this. Mayuri was not accustomed to feeling anything but what he wanted to feel, and this alien shiver of fear ate at his gut like a carnivore. A warm trickle of blood spilled down his neck as he felt the sting of the blade press firm to his skin. He crazily wondered how dark the blood must looked against the white canvas of paint he covered his body in.

"I suggest you never threaten me again." Ichigo's voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the seriousness behind the warning.

"....Alright." Mayuri just barely kept his voice from croaking.

Ichigo smiled and moved back, putting his zanpakuto away with such ease and quickness it was like he hadn't even pulled it out at all. Mayuri sneered in return and grabbed a cloth to wipe the mess off his neck, all the while imagining choking the life out of him. Only the feel of Ichigo's life leaving his body through his strangling hands would make this humiliation disappear, but he only let the fantasy stay with him a moment. As long as Aizen was lost in this farce, killing Kurosaki would only be a distant dream. Perhaps it was already impossible at his current strength in any case. That didn't change the fact that the boy needed to answer for being in his lab in such a sneaky manner.

"I ask again. Why are you in here?"

"I told you. I'm bored. It's that simple. I heard about your little experiment there and I wanted to see with my own eyes how sick you really are."

"You have no idea of the things I can do."

"I can, and it makes me want to vomit."

"I'm not here to please you, Kurosaki, and I don't like anyone nosing around in my affairs."

"With the kind of mess you have around here, I can see why." He didn't give Mayuri time to answer. "By the way, you missed a bit of blood there," he said and gestured to his neck before he casually left the lab.

Mayuri went straight for his video feed and rewound to the point when Kurosaki entered the lab. He hit play and watched him walk near Nemu's case and lift the curtain to have a look. Mayuri felt some satisfaction when he saw the look of disgust on his face as he quickly let the curtain fall back into place. His nail tapped on the desk as he watched him turn his head to gaze over the lab as if deciding where to snoop first. "Doesn't matter, I will see everything you did," he gloated to himself. Mayuri lost his complacence when Kurosaki looked right at the camera and winked. Then he was gone. Then he was back by the case again standing at a slightly different angle. Then gone.

"You..little... He's using shunpo!" Mayuri's nail pressed hard against his desk as he struggled to see where Kurosaki was on the screens, trying to see even the slightest disruption of papers, drawers or cabinets, but he could not glimpse anything, not from even one of the many cameras he had placed in the lab. His eyes stayed glued, swiveling and studying the images of what appeared to be a empty lab, until Kurosaki would appear from time to time in his spot by the glass case. Slowing the images down to a crawl did not give any better insight when he attempted it. He didn't feel the pain of his teeth digging into his bottom lip or the warm blood that dripped down his chin. Even when his nail snapped from the pressure he barely blinked when the pain shot through his finger. Then, Kurosaki just stood there, waiting, even giving the camera a little wave before Mayuri saw himself come in the lab to confront him.

"I'll figure out what you did if it kills me, boy," Mayuri promised, watching the image of Ichigo Kurosaki, poised like a vulture ready to feed.

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Ichigo half expected Mayuri to come after him, and he almost wished he would. Killing him would be easy, but that was a job for someone else. He'd went into that lab with every intent to come out with what he'd been looking for. The cool feel of the Quincy cross inside the waistband of his pants pressed secure against his skin. Ichigo was confident enough that it would take him a while to realize just exactly what was missing, but Mayuri would eventually notice. The man was insane, but not stupid.

Ichigo knocked on Orihime's door, glancing around to see if anyone was watching and seeking out any reiatsu that may be nearby. He felt none close other than Orihime's before she opened the door to let him in. Uryu was close behind her, his own reiatsu hidden by his own will. Ichigo pushed the door shut behind him before he took out the cross.

"Got it."

"Thank you, Ichigo." Uryu took the cross gratefully. "You made sure he found you in the lab, right?"

"Done. You should have seen the look on his face; it was priceless."

"Are you sure this is going to work Uryu?" Orihime asked.

"It will." He looked to her, fingers brushing her cheek with affection. "Besides, I have to do something. I'm tired of being that man's science project."

"Midori found the other piece you needed?" Ichigo asked, watching the two of them.

"Yes, he came by not long ago."

"Good, because I have a feeling Mayuri will be coming for you sometime soon." Ichigo grimaced. "Nemu... I had a look when I was there. That thing's belly was distended pretty bad. I'd hate to see what comes out of it."

"That thing was a brave woman that didn't deserve what that bastard did to her," Uryu said tightly.

"I know." Ichigo gripped his shoulder. "I didn't mean to make it sound so cold."

Uryu nodded and slipped his arm around Orihime, who hugged him back in return. Ichigo thought she still looked uneasy about what Uryu had planned, but at least she wasn't trying to talk him out of it. Like them, she knew that this couldn't go on forever, even if it meant more of their friends could get hurt or worse. Ichigo thought they looked good together, and he was glad that Orihime had moved on to someone she could be happy with. Ichigo was determined to keep their new happiness intact. He was sure he could talk Aizen out of any kind of punishment when the time came. Even if it meant agreeing to help him with his twisted plans about those other worlds.

Ichigo said his goodbyes and left them alone, still mulling over what Uryu had told him about his plan. He was smart, and he and Ichigo both agreed that Mayuri would not go to Aizen about his little break-in. The man hated being outdone by anyone, and sharing that fact with Aizen wouldn't be like him. His thoughts turned to Grimmjow. He missed him, and was almost constantly worried about what was going on out there. A part of him wanted to be reckless and just go to search for him, and everyone that he knew that was out there now, fighting to stay alive. That would only cause more problems and lessen Aizen's trust in him. Knowing this still didn't make the aching in his heart any less painful.

Hey, King.

Hichigo.

If I was out of this loony room, I could help.

Ichigo sighed. I know, but I still don't know what to do about that yet, Hichi.

Yeah, the old man ain't much of a help on that one either.

One problem at a time. That's the best we can do.

Is the shit going to hit the fan soon?

Ichigo took pause. Probably, but it's bound to happen. This has been going on too long.

I'm all for causing trouble, but you already know that, King.

Yes, you're very good at that.

Hichigo went silent as Ichigo wandered through Las Noches, but Ichigo could still feel him there, brooding over his trapped state. He wished that it was as simple as turning a key in a lock. Since he'd gotten the freedom to move about the palace, Ichigo had passed the door to Hichigo's prison several times, each time studying it as best he could without being obvious. The reiatsu surrounding the chamber was distinctly Aizen's and no others that he could tell. Also, it appeared to be a kido seal. Kido was something Ichigo had never learned during any of his training, so trying to break the seal himself would be useless. Even Uryu had trouble coming up with any idea when Ichigo had questioned him about it.

Should have learned kidou, King.

Shut up, Hichigo.

I'm just saying.

We'll figure something out, I promise

You're the boss.

Ichigo contemplated heading back for the door to get another look, but thought better of it. He didn't want to stretch his luck after his little thieving job today, not that it could count as stealing when the cross belonged to Uryu anyway. He wasn't sure any of the arrancar knew kido, not in the way a shinigami would. He had grown to trust most of them, even conversing with the ones Grimmjow had assured him were on his side. He walked through one of the large chambers and saw Tier with her three Fraccion conversing quietly amongst themselves. Tier gave him a slight nod, but nothing more. When he did talk to them, it was always for short intervals in a less open space. So far Aizen hadn't caught on to how much he had been talking with the arrancar, the espada especially.

Hey, Ichigo, it you're not coming to pay me a visit in jail today, can you at least answer something for me?

What is it?

After all this shit is done, and I'm out...

Go on.

I'm basically gonna be sharing you with a cat, right?

Hichigo!

Is he gonna scratch me, or maybe mark his territory?

You are such an ass.

You love it.

Just knock it off, okay? Ichigo turned his head away from Tier and her group as he passed by, the impassive expression he usually held while talking to his hollow dangerously close to breaking.

Do you think if I asked nice, he would lick my balls for me?

Ichigo let a snort slip and hurried from the room. How the Hell can you possibly be part of me?

You tell me, King.

AN: Well, here I am again with a very late chapter upload. This is becoming a regular thing with me, and again I feel there should have been more to this chapter. Maybe some sex? Nah, if I had that in every chapter, I might as well stick to one shots. Thanks for the patience and the continued reads and reviews. Fingers crossed for a faster update next time, but no promises.

I had to just throw some Hichigo humor in the end there. He's a crude, dirty bastard, and I love him. ;) Come on, we all know he'd be that way if he was on closer terms with Ichigo. :D

Until next time. Enjoy
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