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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 27

The mad man had a grin on his face that promised endless blood lust and torture. Uryu had learned that long ago when it came to Mayuri. Seeing it now didn't bring fear as any sane person would feel, but maybe that meant he wasn't completely sane anymore either. The knock on Orihime's door had been hard and impatient only a few moments before. Uryu didn't even have to feel the bastard's reiatsu to know it was the freak coming to collect his Quincy. It had only been a few days since Ichigo's visit; longer than he thought it would take him to decide to come.
"Say your goodbye to the bitch now, boy"
"Don't call her that," Uryu's eyes narrowed, but he held back his anger. He wouldn't risk attacking while she was so close.
"Uryu." Orihime stood close behind him, hand on his shoulder to give it a soft squeeze.
"Human emotions. How pathetically boring," Mayuri said, losing his patience as he yanked Uryu towards him, his fingers digging into his upper arm.
"Wait!" she cried out.
"It's over, girl! Your little honeymoon is at an end. Do not test my patience further."
Uryu gave her the most reassuring smile that he could. As long as Ichigo kept her safe, he could die without regret. He just hoped he could at least take Mayuri with him if it came to that. He looked over his shoulder one last time to see her as he was manhandled down the hall. She was a vision of beauty and strength, and he took in the sight as if it would be the last. Whey they turned the corner, she was gone, but he kept her in his mind, steeling himself for what was to come.
"You think you've had it hard before, boy. Just wait until I get started on you," Mayuri promised, dragging him along towards the lab. "You think you're so smart, but no one as pathetic as you could even outsmart me. Understand?!"
Uryu kept his expression calm, inwardly seething with each word out of his mouth. He had heard it all so many times before that it was like listening to a recording, but he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of talking back. It was what Mayuri wanted. He wanted him to beg and plead for mercy. Uryu had done so in the past, but rarely, and it was like a twisted treat to the psycho's ears when he was able to wring the cries from him. If Uryu had his way, he wouldn't be hearing anything ever again very soon.
"Ah, and here we are," Mayuri said when they arrived. He was shoved through the lab door, but managed to keep his footing with graceful ease. The break from constant abuse had given him time to gain strength and stamina back. He just hoped it would be enough.
The Quincy cross was hidden under the long sleeve of his shirt along with a cool piece of metal that was perfectly placed against his arm with straps and a trigger to release it when the time came; just above the broken wrist cuff that was no longer holding his power back. He watched Mayuri as he shut the lab door and turned back to him in a methodical way, theatrically drawing out the tension. Uryu could only see him as looking like a deranged clown that had just trapped a rabbit with the intent to boil it alive. He backed away slow to keep distance between them. His captor observed him, that sickly grin staying pasted on. Uryu knew he had to wait for the right moment to act. He glanced at the curtain that hid Nemu while keeping a clear eye on Mayuri's position.
"You want to see her?" Mayuri asked mockingly, stepping forward to pull the curtain rope down to reveal the grotesque sight. She looked even worse than before, her mutated body so bloated that it looked ready to burst. The eyes rolled and swiveled wildly; any recognition in them had long since passed. He knew there was nothing of Nemu left in the thing before him. "Your child will be here any time now. I wonder if it will have your eyes."
"You bastard." Uryu's hands curled tight as his anger came to the surface.
"Don't be shy. Go ahead. Attack me!" Mayuri raised his arms in invitation. "Bring forth your bow."
"You..."
"Oh, I know what that little shit Kurosaki was in my lab for. How stupid do you think I am?!"
Uryu let his reiatsu flare, the dead wrist cuffs falling into pieces at his feet. He was fast, and he had his bow up and engaged in seconds. He let an arrow fly, but Mayuri was already on the move, avoiding each shot. Uryu kept up the attack, only destroying the lab walls for his effort as Mayuri toyed with him, moving much too quickly about the room. It had been far too long since he'd been in the heat of battle and his reiatsu was still not up to speed, only able to shoot a few arrows at a time. Mayuri was behind him and he just avoided a grab, landing on the opposite side of the lab. Surely the noise would stir the attention of Hueco Mundo, but it was attention Uryu knew couldn't be avoided.
Keep shooting, keep away from him, piss him off and make him want to tear you apart even more than he already does; that's what he repeated to himself over and over in his mind as he moved around the room. Even with this, Uryu knew that he could not hit Mayuri with even a single arrow, but he had to do this until the bastard's guard was down. His arms began to strain with each pull of the bow. His body was not used to the movements that he was so accustomed to before the end of the war. Practice had not been an option before this moment, but there was no going back now.
Mayuri was slowly losing his amusement of the situation when he noticed how much destruction the arrows were causing his lab. Glass was shattered, computers sparked and smoldered and the walls were filled with large holes from impacts. The smell of chemicals and smoke was thick in the air, so sharp that Uryu's eyes watered, obstructing his vision further. He lost sight of his opponent as he moved about the room, searching his reiatsu and listening for any sound to give his position away. Uryu knew the time had come, but he still yelled when Mayuri's arms came around him in a vise like grip.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself, because you'll be paying for this with lifetimes of pain." Mayuri growled against his ear and bit down hard on the lobe viciously, tearing a chunk of flesh off. Uryu cried out with the sharp pain and felt blood flow down his neck like hot molasses. His arms were pinned against his sides and he lost control over his reiatsu. The bow vanished as he struggled in his arms, kicking back hard with the heel of his foot to connect with Mayuri's knee. It did nothing to loosen his grip and Uryu let his body go limp as he was half dragged to one of the tables Mayuri was fond of strapping him to.
"Honestly, I was expecting more from that outburst, Quincy," Mayuri seethed as they neared the table.
"Let me go and I'll show you what I can really do, coward!"
"Pointless words. You already lost long ago," Mayuri said, pushing him forward, letting one arm loose from around him, only to grab his hair and slam Uryu face first against the metal table. Uryu felt another sharp burst of pain when his nose broke and felt more blood pour over his mouth and chin in a steady flow. He groaned, pushing himself to stay conscious, unwilling to give up now. He was roughly turned around and slammed again, this time his lower back a flare of agony that nearly made his knees buckle.
"Still feeling clever, pet?" Mayuri grinned and licked blood off of his chin and lips, his vile tongue slithering around like a snake.
"...Actually...yes," Uryu panted. He flicked his wrist and in an instant the Seele Schneider was in his hand, the blue energy of his reiatsu glowing through it like an energized blade. With a hard stab it was embedded through the side of Mayuri's head and out the other. Blood and brain matter sprayed, but Mayuri made no sound. His painted face was one of confusion, mouth slightly open, eyes moving rapidly as his eyelids fluttered with nervous twitches. Uryu sneered and ripped it from his skull, then swiftly swung again, separating Mayuri's head from his body.
The corpse tumbled to the floor, but the head rolled across the lab, leaving a trail of gore before it finally stopped, resting against the base of the mutated Nemu's glass case. He stared at what was left of the man who had tortured him relentlessly. The hate was still deep and bitter, but in time he knew it would fade until he felt nothing at all for this dead monster. Uryu lifted his eyes to look at the floating abomination and felt his eyes burn once more as tears slipped down his face. He was aware of voices coming towards the lab as he brought forth his bow with the last of his strength. He lifted it, arrow cocked and pointed at her.
"You tried to help me, Nemu. Now I'm going to help you," he whispered and let the arrow fly. The glass case exploded, letting loose putrid water as it penetrated through the stomach of the thing encased inside. It's death shriek was loud, but short as it flopped to the floor amongst the glass, water and blood, body twitching for a few moments before it went as lifeless as it's creator. Uryu fell to his knees just as Aizen burst through the door, with Ichigo close behind. He smiled then, looking right at Aizen with every bit of his Quincy pride before he passed out, body collapsing on top of Mayuri's corpse.

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Uryu felt like he was floating; a pleasant sensation that was peaceful and soothing. Pain was nonexistent on this plain of tranquility. He sensed her there, all around him, cloaking him in her love and warmth. Orihime. When he opened his eyes he saw her above him through the glow of Soten Kisshun. She smiled at him, the light of the healing shield brightening her lovely face.
"Am I dreaming?" he asked.
"Don't know why you'd be dreaming about me," Ichigo said. Uryu turned his head to see him standing near the bed.
"Did I do it?" Is he really dead?"
"Yeah, he's finished. Just try to rest right now."
"What about Nemu?"
"Yeah, her too."
"I just couldn't leave her like that," Uryu said as he closed his eyes, picturing her as she was before her father had torn her apart.
"You did the right thing, Uryu," Orihime said as the shield's brilliant light faded. She took his hand and he gripped it, grateful to be near her again.
"She told me, a long time ago, back when we were in Soul Society to save Rukia, that if I had hit him in the head with my attack that I would have killed him. That it was really the only way. It's like she knew I'd have to one day."
"Maybe she did," Ichigo said with little emotion. "Maybe she wanted to do it herself, but was just too weak to do it."
Uryu watched Ichigo a moment. It was strange how cold he seemed to be becoming. It was a product of the world they now lived in and each of them wasn't exactly the same anymore, but he feared Ichigo may be losing his former self a little bit at a time. He looked to Orihime and she too appeared unnerved by his demeanor as she held his hand. He felt her fingers tighten over his and he gave her a reassuring squeeze. Aizen's claws were latched into their friend, but he hoped it wasn't past the point of getting him free. As he lay there, he wasn't even sure if Aizen was going to allow him to live after killing Mayuri.
"What's going to happen now, Ichigo?" he asked, looking him in the eyes. He was relieved when his brown eyes softened and he looked more himself again.
"Don't worry. I told you I'll take care of Aizen. You both are going to be safe and treated well. I promise."
Uryu wanted to believe it. He did trust Ichigo, but it was Aizen that he couldn't. If only Ichigo knew what he'd done to him that day, but Uryu kept it to himself and it would stay locked away as Aizen warned him to. He didn't want to risk something worse, like Orihime being terrorized. He looked at his lover and pulled her down for a hug and silently looked at Ichigo over her shoulder, his eyes pleading. Don't let Aizen take her away from me. Don't let him take me from her. Please. Ichigo read his expression and nodded slightly before he quietly left them alone. Uryu held her tighter, not wanting to let go.

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"Is he resting well?" Aizen asked as soon as Ichigo entered the throne room.
"Yes."
Aizen chuckled. "He did cause a lot of destruction for one in such a weak condition. Rather impressive." His words did not match the cold anger in his eyes.
"I'd say you look outraged, not impressed," Ichigo said as he stepped before the throne where his lover lounged.
Aizen grunted, then took a drink of wine, watching him over the rim. Ichigo took the challenge and stared back expressionless. He knew his lover suspected he had helped Uryu somehow, but that was of no consequence. He would take the full blame to save Midori any punishment for finding the Seele Schneider for Uryu. It couldn't have been easy to find such a small thing in one of the old battlegrounds. He was far beyond the point of worrying what his lover might do in retaliation when it came to himself. Ichigo had been in his bed long enough to know what to expect, be it pleasure or pain.
"Mayuri was useful to me," Aizen said, setting his glass down, fingertips circling the crystal rim delicately as he spoke.
"He couldn't have been that useful," Ichigo argued lightly. "He just got outsmarted and killed by a Quincy that isn't even at full strength. Sounds pretty useless to me."
"Mn, valid point." His fingers continued to grace the rim until a soft ringing melody played like a haunting whistle. "Still, he had his use. He had a brilliant mind that cannot be replaced."
"Some of Szayelaporro Granz's Fraccion is still here. They can easily take up Mayuri's research and continue." He stepped up and reached, fingers brushing his lover's cheek. "It's not like you to rely on others so heavily, Aizen. It doesn't suit you to mourn the worthless."
Aizen grabbed his wrist and pulled him close. Ichigo moved, shifting excitedly to straddle him, gasping when he pinned his arm back behind him, their eyes locked. He gripped Aizen's shoulder with his free hand and smirked, panting soft. He could feel the obvious bulge in his lovers pants and laughed, yelping when he yanked his arm up his back further. Aizen's tongue slid over his neck and up to the curve of his jaw, lips and teeth making their way over his skin. The hand that didn't have his wrist painfully pinned was cupping his ass rough, forcing him forward more against his groin. Teeth nipped at his earlobe.
"Are you suggesting I let Uryu Ishida live as well, Ichigo?" he muttered against his ear.
"Yes." He rocked against him, and hissed when he pulled his arm up more to the point of straining. "He and Orihime both trust me. They'll follow me, therefore follow you. They're both strong, and can become stronger, and more useful than Mayuri ever could have been," he said through gasping breath, gritting his teeth as he relished the pain.
"You make a good argument, lover," he purred against his ear. "I can't help but find your words tempting."
"Then give into temptation." Ichigo trembled, chuckling and panting hard, trapped in his lover's embrace.
"That's a habit I have when it comes to you."
Ichigo smiled and turned his head to kiss him hard, enjoying the pain and promise of pleasure, like a deep-seated dose of nostalgia. His desire to reminisce of long ago sexual torture was succeeding in making him forget what he was trying to accomplish, but maybe it was making Aizen forget his anger as well. Ichigo bit at Aizen's slithering tongue and was rewarding with a more painful grasp on his wrist and a low growl against his lips. Aizen stood, free arm supporting his body and he walked, carrying Ichigo purposefully to take him to their bedchamber where they could forget everything around them except for each other.
AN: Short chapter, I know. But hey, it's a chapter! :D Also, sorry for the tease at the end there, but next chapter is gonna be nothing but Ichigo/Aizen smexiness. Until then, enjoy! As always, I appreciate the feedback from my readers. Thank you all for the support.
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