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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 29

Why the fuck did I agree to this shit? Grimmjow trudged along, giving Urahara a sideways glance. The blond appeared far too amused and strangely comfortable with a chain around his neck as they were led back to Las Noches. He was bound exactly the same, being led by that snake eyed bastard, Gin. The traitor Shinigami was even humming happily, like a man on a afternoon stroll, lightly swinging the bag that held Tosen's decapitated head by his side.

Maybe traitor wasn't really the right word, but Grimmjow was finding it harder to believe than Urahara and Isshin seemed to think about him being Aizen's false lap dog this whole time. Pretending to kiss someone's ass for so long when you hated the person didn't strike him as believable. It wasn't just that. He also refused to forget that Gin had put his hands and other body parts on Ichigo. He hadn't had the opportunity to confront Gin about that back at their makeshift base before they discussed this insane plan.

No, Grimmjow was still on edge. Someone in this situation had to be. For all they knew, Aizen would just kill he and Urahara on arrival, but Urahara didn't seem to think that would happen. The odd Shinigami had a relaxed and confident way about him that was almost unnerving. When you looked in his eyes there was always a twinkle there like ideas were on a constant and steady flow. Maybe he was reading too much into that. Besides, that brain of his hadn't stopped Aizen from destroying Soul Society. Grimmjow would rely on brawn any day. He grunted with annoyance, trying his hardest not to tug at the chain.

"Explain to me again why we couldn't have waited on the bound and captured act until we were closer to Las Noches?" he finally asked with a slight growl.

"Hm, are you asking me, or the man that came up with this plan?" Gin asked, glancing back over his shoulder at them.

Grimmjow sneered then turned his head to the blond. "Well?"

"Best to be in character," he replied with a sly smile.

"Smiling like a idiot will break that illusion, don't you think?"

"Am I smiling?"

"And I was just thinking you were some kind of genius."

"Even a genius can have an off day," Urahara said, growing slightly more somber. Grimmjow had a feeling he wasn't talking about their current situation, but something from the regretful past. "Don't worry, the closer we get to Aizen, the more my hate will show."

"I do envy you that," Gin said humorlessly, looking straight ahead once more as he led them along like a hangman to the gallows.

Grimmjow glared at his back, eyeing he and Urahara's blades that were slung across it. "How the Hell can you say you envy anyone in your comfortable position? You're in Lord Aizen's good graces, " he said dryly, itching to, but restraining himself from slamming into his back and taking his blade back.

"Easy. I may hate the man more than anyone else," he said in a matter of fact way. "Do you know how hard it is to keep up this act while in his presence?" He stopped walking and turned to face the two men. "Do you know how many times I wanted to drive my blade through his stomach, but all I could do was just smile and nod and do his bidding like a proper soldier?"

Grimmjow snarled. "Oh, I know just the kind of bidding you're talking about, asshole!"

"Grimmjow, this really isn't the time," Urahara said. "We need to focus on the job at hand."

"Fuck that! This piece of shit is gonna answer to me about putting his hands on Ichigo!"

"Ah, so it comes out," Gin said. "This is why you've watched me with murderous intent."

It may have been the calm expression, or the unflinching attitude Gin held at the verbal assault. Maybe it was just pure opportunity to lash out at someone because Aizen wasn't there to release his fury on. Whatever it may have been, he snapped. His fist landed hard against Gin's jaw, but the man barely staggered. He readied to strike him again, but found he couldn't lift his arm to follow through. His entire body was paralyzed, and when he fell backward onto the sand, he was too shocked to even curse.

"You're far too vulnerable if you let me get you in another binding spell, Grimmjow," Urahara said as he knelt beside him. "I understand your frustration more than you know, but right now we have to focus," Urahara emphasized once more.

"I'm focused," Grimmjow seethed, keeping his rage towards Gin who stood above him with a slight smile that was neither mocking or particularly amused.

"Grimmjow, if we have any hope of putting up a good fight, the Shinigami need their zanpakuto. The only way that can happen is if we make it to Las Noches so I can try breaking the seal Aizen has locked them behind."

"I fucking know that! I'm not stupid!"

"Then calm down and save that energy for the battles that are to come."

Grimmjow's body slowly relaxed in defeat, but the pure loathing in his eyes refused to deplete as easily. Urahara wasn't completely satisfied, but he undid the binding and offered his hand to help Grimmjow up. The espada ignored the gesture and stood on his own accord, brushing the sand off his clothes.

"Shall we continue then?" Gin said and began walking without a answer from either of them.

Grimmjow grit his teeth, but walked without complaint, then looked to Urahara again. "Even if you break the seal, how are the Shinigami going to get their zanpakuto?"

"Like I explained in the meeting. The bond between a Shinigami and their zanpakuto is strong. Once that seal is broken, all of them will feel it. Every Shinigami has the ability to call their zanpakuto too them if they concentrate hard enough."

"Sounds easy when you say it, but what happens if some of them can't do that?"

"We just have to hope they can. If not, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"You just pulling all this out of your ass?" Grimmjow muttered as they trudged along into the unknown.

"Hm, some of it, yes." He smiled just a bit. "This is our last chance, Grimmjow. So, as crazy as this plan may be, we have to do it."

"I just want the bastard dead," he said, fangs showing as he said it.

"Don't we all," Gin chimed in, keeping his head facing forward, but Grimmjow didn't need to see to know he was smiling. He rarely saw the bastard with any other expression. It was difficult, but Grimmjow kept his snide comments to himself this time and just kept walking.

"Will you try to kill him, Gin?" Urahara asked.

"That's a good question," he said, contemplating it a moment, head slightly tilted as he swung the bag at his side with a little more vigor. Grimmjow noted the blood soaking the bag, only feeling numb satisfaction. He had no regrets of Tosen's death. He was only sorry it hadn't been his own sword that ended his life. He glared at the back of Gin's head when he spoke again. "I could try, but I know I would fail. Believe me when I say I think I will die before this is all over. If by Aizen," he looked at Grimmjow over his shoulder, "or another, I cannot say."

"That's a grim outlook," Urahara said.

"Ah, exactly," Gin answered, the smile on his face spreading, only making him look more snakelike before he turned his head forward again. Grimmjow grunted, but felt his teeth ache at the thought of ripping his throat out when the time came. "If anyone can kill him, it will be Ichigo," he continued. "That is, if he has the drive to even do it."

"What do you mean? Of course he does. He wants Aizen dead as much as any of us," Grimmjow snapped.

"Not to ruin your illusions, but Ichigo is so completely enthralled by Aizen, that he may have even forgotten you and he were fucking behind his back."

"You son of a bitch!" Urahara was already grabbing hold of him before he could slam headlong into Gin.

"Temper, temper. You can get as angry as you want, but it doesn't change the fact that what I say is true. If that boy does not look past his emotions, he will never be able to defeat Aizen."

Urahara struggled to hold Grimmjow, contemplating binding him yet again as he gave Gin a look of angry annoyance. If he kept egging the espada on like this they would never make it to Hueco Mundo. He was starting to regret his decision on bringing Grimmjow along, but it was the only logical choice when he was one of the ones Gin had been sent after.

"Let me kill him!"

"Calm down, dammit! You're too hot headed for your own good! We can't get to our destination to help Ichigo if you keep losing it like this!" Grimmjow's struggles toned down, but he couldn't get the murderous rage off his face. Urahara kept hold of him and looked to Gin. "From here on, keep your words of wisdom to yourself. I'd like us all to make it there in one piece, if you don't mind."

"Of course," Gin said and bowed with flourish, unfazed by the whole ordeal, smile still creepily in place.

"Good." He looked at Grimmjow, stepping back, but ready to bind him if he chose to go for Gin again. "How about you? Can you behave so we can move on?"

"....Sure, for now," he growled under his breath, glowering at Gin.

"Thank you," Urahara said and they moved onto their steady trek across the desert. He felt like a moderator between two children, deadly ones at that. He brushed his hair back out of his face and sighed. "I miss my hat," he muttered.

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Two days and Ichigo was still no closer to getting Hichigo out of his prison. It wasn't for lack of trying, but he could only spend so much time at the stone door before he risked being found out. He still tried to spend the usual amount of time he did with Aizen and making the regular rounds to visit Orihime and Uryu, all the while acting like nothing was amiss.

He tried once more, hands pressed to the cold stone, eyes closed tight, mouth curled into a grimace of concentration. He could see it in his mind, a complicated jumble of locks, but not ordinary locks. It was a spiderweb of strong kido, interlocking in multiple places. He could see it all. The first few locks were the easiest to conquer, but that had been the case each time he had tried before. The further he got, the more mind weary he became, like the process was draining him. Hichigo helped where he could, but behind the door, he could only do so much.

Ichigo closed in on the fourth lock and held his breath, straining to break the hold. He grit his teeth until they ached and felt sweat roll down his temple. Every muscle in his body was tense as his fingers curled up, claw-like against the door. He couldn't give in now. This was no different than some of the training he'd endured. He groaned, vision wavering.

King, back off for now. You're gonna rupture something, and I'd rather have you in one piece when I get out of here.

"I can't give up," he rasped.

I ain't asking you to, but slow down before you hurt yourself. Please.

Ichigo staggered away from the door, gasping for breath. "Dammit." He looked at the stone as if it were his greatest enemy, and it felt that way at the moment. The seal was even stronger than he had anticipated. "There has to be a way."

You need to clear your mind.

"It is clear," he said, sitting on the floor indian style in front of his Hollow's prison to rest his body and mind for another attempt.

No, King, it's not. You got that Hogyoku business in there floating around. You're worried even though you aren't talking to me about it.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He wiped sweat from his brow. He couldn't deny it was on his mind since Aizen's big reveal. "So, is it just that, or is there more?"

I think even though you want me free, you're still worried about what Aizen will do if you manage it. Like it or not, you're worried about his disapproval.

"That's not true."

You can't bullshit me, Ichigo. I hear your thoughts, feel your emotions. You're kinda stuck with me.

Ichigo looked down, even though Hichigo wasn't right in front of him. "Yeah, guess you're right."

I know I am. Now grow a pair and get me the fuck out of here, King. These walls got old a long time ago.

"Asshole," Ichigo muttered and smiled. He stood with determination, pushing back all worries. Hichigo was right, he couldn't keep letting this shit get to him. He'd deal with others problems once the time came. For now he was going to break this fucking seal. "Ready?"

Hell yeah.

Ichigo went back in, hands against the stone, a feeling of calm washing over him now that he was focused only on the task. The spiderweb filled his mind once more and the first three locks broke easily under his push. He faced the fourth lock, mind clear except for the growing need to free his Hollow. He steeled himself and pushed against it. It fought him, but the resistance was much weaker than before.

You got this, King

The whisper came just as the lock snapped and he went on to the next, feeling more powerful as he broke each seal that kept Hichigo from him. Yet, as he got closer to the end, he again began to feel the tension and weariness return once more. This wasn't some frivolous worry now, this was the seal fighting back in all force, trying desperately to keep him out as if it were a living being. He was covered in sweat, like a fever was overcoming him. He growled and pushed with as much strength as he could muster in a last ditch effort.

"Let him go!" He was flung back, the feeling like a incredible gust of wind knocking him on his ass. He gasped in a breath and raised his arms defensively when the stone door broke apart, pieces flying around him as if an explosion had just taken place. He was confused, ears ringing, trying to rationalize what happened as he blinked and coughed from the dust that filled the room. Had there been a trap in the seal as well? Was Hichigo okay?

"Of course I'm okay. You still feel me don't ya?"

"Hichigo?" Ichigo blinked more and looked up at the mirror image in white and smiled, too happy to worry about the noise he'd just caused that would surely gather unwanted attention.

"King." Hichigo grinned and was on him before he could react, lips sealed against his in a long overdo hello kiss. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, the connection so pure it was almost overwhelming in it's intensity. He wanted it to last forever, but it wouldn't be so.

"Am I interrupting something?" Aizen said, gaze icy, hand on the hilt of his blade.

AN: Yes, I know, another long wait for a chapter, but I did say that could happen. To my readers worried about me abandoning the story.... NO, I am not abandoning it. It just takes me time to get chapters up sometimes between writers block, other fics I'm working on and real life stuff. I do intend on finishing this story. It's just a question of when, and I have no idea when that will be. I'd like to get it done this year sometime, but I'll just have to see how the writing goes. I'm not a professional writer. I do this as a hobby, and I enjoy it, but if I tried to rush out chapters, they would probably suck pretty bad. I'm always in the hope that my writing improved from when I first started, and I wasn't great, I can tell you, even got a few flame reviews. Honestly, there are way better fan fiction writers out there, but I think I do okay.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed and thanks for the support.
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