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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: This is what my beta and I are calling The Worse Meeting in History - for reasons that shall be apparent. I hope everyone enjoys and remembers reviews are appreciated. Also, this brings us to about the 1/3 mark of Shadow (I am probably wrong about that and closer to the 1/4 mark, when all is said and done; but let me pretend and be happy) . Hurray for 1/3! Almost done!

*Kisuke and Katami's Muse peek out*

Muse: "I think her mind has snapped."

Kisuke: "She can still write so it's not our problem. Want to start planning a sequel to dump in her lap?"

Muse: "Absolutely."

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Kisuke was sitting on a park bench, flanked on either side by Grimmjow and Ulquoirra. They had arrived at the park first and Kisuke was grateful to get off his feet. Grimmjow had carried him most of the way to the park but he had insisted on walking from the entrance of the park to the rendezvous point and was paying for it now. His left leg was screaming in agony. The only good thing was that he at least hadn't reopened the wound. Grimmjow would have scolded him for days if he�d done that.

"You okay, Kitten?" asked Grimmjow. "Hey Ulquoirra, where are the kid's pills? The pain stuff."

Ulquoirra glanced at the other Arrancar and Kisuke thought he detected a hint of annoyance in that impassive face. He was learning to read the tiny cues that gave away Ulquoirra�s mood, but it was delicate and tricky work. "He has three additional hours on the last pills you gave him. His wound is unopened. He is fine," announced Ulquoirra, earning a glare from Grimmjow. The cat-like man seemed to have taken to him like a momma cat with one kitten, and nothing Kisuke or Ulquoirra did seemed to dissuade him in the slightest.

"Remind me again why this is a good idea," murmured Kisuke as he sensed half a dozen powerful spirit signatures enter the park. One was Ishida, another was the redhead, Renji, and the rest were unknown; although one tickled his senses, ghosting over him lightly and then returning to cling to him and tangle around him.

"Because we are unable to survive outside Soul Society or Hueco Mundo," replied Ulquoirra as if to a very dumb child.

"I know that," he retorted sarcastically. "I meant why are we meeting in this park, letting them bring so many people? Three of us, three of them," he muttered, ignoring the fact that he was not really one of them. It was probably Stockholm Syndrome setting in but he felt like one of them. Neither Grimmjow or Ulquoirra had hurt him. They were just doing what they had to in order to survive and a certain pragmatic part of him could respect that.

It was that side he was most afraid of because he knew that pragmatism could let him do horrible things. There was some quote about doing evil to do good and he could sense that potential in himself. Or maybe in Urahara. Either way it was dangerous, something he had to be on guard for.

"It's a sign of good will," murmured Ulquoirra.

"It's a sign of wanting to be fucked over," muttered Kisuke, still not liking the idea. What was to keep the Shinigami from betraying them? Killing the two Arrancar and just taking him. He wouldn't really care if they killed Ulquoirra, except maybe for Grimmjow's sake; but he liked Grimmjow and seven...no, eight...nine? Nine, he finally decided. Nine against three were bad odds; especially since he couldn't fight because of his leg.

Reiatsu brushed over him, like silk sliding against his skin, it washed him in warmth and tingled with seductive promise. He shivered faintly and tried to slump as his nipples tightened and his cock began perking up. The last thing he needed was Grimmjow noticing, the Arrancar would rib him forever. He heard a dark chuckle and knew it was too late.

"Didn't know you felt that way about Ulquoirra, Kitten. I could leave you two alone for a few minutes," purred the blue-haired Arrancar, leaning down to lick his lips right in Kisuke's face. The blonde rolled his eyes and pushed the Arrancar away.

"Shut up. I'm seventeen; a strong breeze can turn me on. And if you would keep your reiatsu off me..." began Kisuke before noticing that both Arrancar pinned him with curious gazes. "You're...you're not doing it, are you?" whispered Kisuke, suddenly wanting the strange energy off him. It was one thing when it was Grimmjow messing with him, but he didn't want some stranger toughing him no matter how good or natural it felt.

"Hey, calm down. Just push it away like we've been practicing and then pull your own reiatsu in real tight like we worked on,� soothed Grimmjow, settling on the edge of the bench, an arm going around his shoulders. Kisuke took a quick breath and did as Grimmjow told him, the reiatsu lessons coming easily.

�This was a really bad idea,� Kisuke murmured to himself as Grimmjow stood, once more alert and ready for anything. He wished he felt the same, but the vague uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach was rapidly becoming a hard knot of dread. Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.

A black cat strolled by them and Kisuke stiffened, something stirring inside him. He stared at the kitty, frowning faintly before letting his face clear into a welcoming smile. �You hungry, kitty?� he asked softly, sliding off the bench with a wince and a sharply indrawn breath. He held out his hand and fished into a pocket for one of the candy bars Grimmjow had pressed on him before they'd left.

"You are not getting a pet. One kitten in enough trouble," Grimmjow told him, folding his arms and staring up at the night sky.

The cat came closer and sniffed at his fingers before letting him pet it. He scratched the silky black ears and made soft, stupid cooing noises, letting the cat edge a little closer. When he struck it was lightning fast, one moment his hand was scratching the cat, the next he was holding the hissing, spitting demon by the scruff of it�s neck. �Quit jerking us around,� he snarled into the night, standing and holding the cat at arm�s length. �You can come out and talk like we agreed to do or I can practice kidou on your little spy here.�

�What the hell?� demanded Grimmjow, staring at him like he was nuts.

�Animals don�t have reiatsu. This cat does. Therefore, this cat is not a cat,� he explained to the Arrancar with another glare out into the waiting darkness

�Fuck! And you didn�t want him,� Grimmjow taunted Ulquoirra, ruffling Kisuke�s hair affectionately. �That�s my kitten.�

�Put me down,� snarled the cat in a rough voice, twisting in his grasp.

�Tell the others to come out or we shall let Kisuke practice his kidou. His aim is poor but I suspect even he could hit you at this range,� replied Ulquoirra.

Four figures appeared out of the darkness, all Shingami, all captains and all powerful enough to make Kisuke reclassify their endeavor from bad to insanely stupid. He dropped the cat, who landed on its feet, shot him a dirty look, and trotted over to a pale-haired man. He was tall and kind faced, with long white hair and warm brown eyes. Ukitake Jyuushiro, older than he remembered him, but it was Jyuushiro. �Well, he gets my vote. Kisuke was the only one good enough to sense me coming. And that kid�s one clever bastard,� muttered the cat.

�It looks like Kisuke alright,� drawled a man in a pink haori with a large straw hat pulled down to cover his face. Kyouraku Shunsui. He would recognized that lazy drawl anywhere.

�Whether or not he is Urahara is irrelevant except for the fact that Aizen believes he is. Returning the human to you is merely a demonstration of our good faith,� announced Ulquoirra, earning a sharp glare and a muttered warning about being nice to Kisuke from Grimmjow.

�Why should we believe this sudden interest in allying with us?� demanded a beautiful dark-haired man. His face was set in a cool mask and his voice was cultured and smooth. Even without the Kenseikan in his hair Kisuke knew he was a noble.

�Because that fucker tried to kill us. We�ve got no reason to serve someone who tried to fuck us over,� snapped Grimmjow, glaring at the Shinigami. He tugged at Kisuke�s collar and gently but firmly forced him back onto the bench and off his feet. �Sit. You shouldn�t be on that leg. You did enough with the cat.�

Kisuke glared and tried not to look like a petulant teenager. He told himself that his leg hurt and that was why he was sitting. The coldness seeping into his veins was the chill of the night air, not Urahara. He didn't quite believe it though. The additional reiatsu signatures were bothering him and under them was something else. Something he didn�t like. It felt like the prickle of insect legs on his skin and kept leaving him feeling dirty and edgy.

�What happened to his leg?� demanded the cat, pinning the three of them with golden eyes that stirred a flutter of memory in Kisuke, making him frown and try and remember where he knew those eyes from.

�The human was injured in Aizen�s raid. He is fine and the wound is closing at an adequate rate,� replied Ulquoirra.

�We can worry about Urahara...� began the noble.

�Mizuno. My current name is Mizuno Kisuke,� interrupted Kisuke, not wanting to rouse Urahara any more when the man was so very close to the surface.

�Very well. Mizuno can be looked over by a member of the Fourth at a later time. We still need to address the issue of the Arrancar and why we should take you in or what benefit there would be to sheltering you.�

The insects crawling on his skin turned into an entire swarm and Kisuke blanched. Energy tingled against his senses, foul and rancid, making him shake and drawing Urahara�s attention. �No. Oh, dear god, no,� whispered Kisuke, trying to fight back the other man and failing.

�What�s wrong, Kitten?� asked Grimmjow, instantly focused on him. He couldn�t answer though, couldn�t think or speak past the slow dread building in him.

The sky parted , the edges of the void framed in black, and dozens of figures stood in the maw. There were ten Arrancar, all dressed in white, and flanking three men. One was a dark man with dreadlocks. He stood solemn and still, like a carved statue of Justice - all he need was the scale. One was the silver haired man from his house, and he stood to the right of a tall handsome man with dark brown hair. The man in center oozed power and charm but there was something sickeningly off about him, some touch of darkness that all the glitter was meant to cover. This man was the mirage of water in the desert, beautiful and shimmering but false...deadly. allergies

�So sorry we�re late,� purred the dark haired man. �A pleasure to see you again, Kisuke. Thank you so much for inviting us.�

"I didn't!" breathed Kisuke, gripping his head, his whole body shaking as he tried to fight Urahara back. The strangely familiar reiatsu was swirling around him, but it was no longer soft or seductive, it was hot and angry. It was a savage shield that threatened to maul anyone who touched him.

"Don't be so modest," taunted Aizen, making a quick gesture. Suddenly his voice was filling the air, repeating the kidou message. The silver haired man was laughing and even the dark man on Aizen's left was amused. Kisuke felt Urahara tear free, his body sinking from his control as the other man shoved him aside. He slid gracefully to his feet, paying no notice of his leg or the wound. A cuttingly benign smile played on his lips.

"An obvious miscalculation on my part," he murmured, smile widening to a grin, but there was nothing nice about this grin. variety

"No talking to the evil megalomaniac, Kitten," muttered Grimmjow, laying a hand on his shoulder and trying to draw him back. Kisuke glanced back at the Arrancar, a faint growl on his lips.

"I believe we should withdraw," murmured Ulquoirra

"It might be wise to reschedule, " added Shunsui, eyeing the Arrancar in the rift.

"It's cute, ya think ya can leave," chuckled Ichimaru.
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