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Betrayal
By : Kazeshini
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Betrayal

Chapter Three;
Menial Tasks

Two weeks passed uneventfully, as they did in Las Noches: meetings
regarding strategy and the abilities of the Shinigami they would face in the
near future were held as per usual. The celebration dinner was all but
forgotten in the minds of most�

�In a section of the
castle not far from Aizen�s own personal living quarters, a dark haired
arrancar sat completing the day�s paperwork. He sat in absolute silence, his
body and mind unwavering to the task which he knew took the other Espada three
times as long to accomplish, his perfect script finalizing the last page with
his signature and rank. Ulquiorra Schiffer, 4^th.��

It seemed that as soon as his last stroke fell, a black moth
came waveringly to his hand. Aizen-sama was summoning him, not unusual for
Ulquiorra; he knew that Aizen saw him as the most dependable of his Espada. If
he wanted something done right, he could rely on him to get it done. Ulquiorra
was always happy to serve his lord and couldn�t help feeling superior to the
others for the obvious favor of his master.

Ulquiorra bowed as the enormous doors to Aizen�s throne room
closed behind him. �Aizen-sama, you requested my presence?�

Aizen sat in the centre of the room, upon a throne so high
Ulquiorra needed to tilt his head to meet the man�s gaze. He smiled falsely
down at his most devoted Espada, leaning to one side of the chair, with his
chin rested in the palm of a hand.

�I have something I�d like you to do for me Ulquiorra� He
asked as if it would be a favor between friends, instead of the order they both
knew it was.

�Anything you wish, Aizen-sama.� Uquiorra�s straight posture
matched the empty expression of his face and emotionless tone of his voice.

�You remember Mori Shinrai, do you not?� Aizen gestured down
to the right of his enormous throne.

Ulquiorra�s gaze followed his master�s signal down the path
of the huge throne, to the right of the very bottom step. Standing in the
shadow of Aizen�s towering throne, stood the small figure of the arrancar his
master was referring to. Having registered her presence, Ulquiorra returned his
focus to Aizen.

�Yes Sir.You introduced her to the Espada at the formal banquet two
weeks ago.�

�I�m afraid I�ve been keeping Shinrai so busy, that she has seen
nothing of Las Noches. Would you ensure that she knows her way around?� Aizen watched
for any reaction that might suggest his Fourth was irritated by being given
such a menial chore. However, Ulquiorra�s expression remained as empty, and
obedient, as ever.

�I am happy to serve you, my lord.�

�Shinrai, I leave you in the capable hands of my Fourth, I am sure he will
make you feel� welcome.�

Ulquiorra watched as the woman stepped from the shadows before him. She
seemed smaller than how he remembered her, not that he had given her any real
notice at the time. She walked quietly with her head down, to stand a few meters
in front of him. His emerald eyes were intent and unreadable as he studied the
entity before him.

Her body was skeletal, a light layer of skin pulled over bone. Her
attire was in a similarly retched state; her once white kimono, torn and
spattered in old brown blood� Slowly, her gaze rose to meet his; her cheekbones
pulled at the flesh of her face, but that was not what caught him. It was her
eyes; they were white, the irises of her eyes were white, thought the outer
circumference was a deep black. The color of her eyes was made even more
prominent by the large black bruises surrounding them, and the sick, gray color
of her skin. Dry blood cracked down her face, flaking
off her cheeks and around the corners of her eyes.

Slowly the white, glazed-over eyes fell from his own to the ground
beside him; allowing him to notice the deep nail mark that trailed down the
left side of her face. Not far behind it, was her hollow hole, running temple
to temple.��

For a split second, the question of how this woman came to this state
flashed through Ulquiorra�s mind, only to be quickly dismissed. The woman�s
appearance, combined with her pitiful reiatsu, confirmed in his mind what she
was: trash.

Satisfied that his orders were complete, he gave a bow to his master. Turning
on his heal without looking at the ghostlike woman, he headed toward the door.

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�Isn�t it a lil� cruel?� The insincere male voice came from a
shaded corner of the large throne room.

�She�ll be fine.� Aizen stood and began descending the large
staircase.

�But I thought ya said she weren�t ready yet?� Gin�s grin
remained as he cocked his head to the side, looking up as his lover descended
toward him.

�It can�t be helped, we can�t wait any longer. Besides, the
girl�s ability has been refined greatly over the past few days� Perhaps this
early exposure will� encourage� her growth.�

�But why Schiffer first?� The ex-Third captain asked,
eye-brows coming together with the question.

�Ulquiorra is an obedient creature� an easy first task.�

Aizen�s cruel smile grew as he reached the silver haired
man�s level. A glint flashed through his eyes; one that Gin knew all too well,
and one that sent shivers up and down the former Third captain�s spine.�

�Come, Gin�� The brown haired man ordered as he turned
toward the exit that would lead them to his private chambers�

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In the west communal room, sprawled across one of the
over-sized white lounges, lay the First Espada. His arms crossed behind his
head, dozing happily, paying no attention to the ruckus occurring just meters
in front of him.

�Aarrh, what the-! Get off ya crazy bitch!�

�Give it to me! I SAID it was mine! Give it, uh,
stupid. Arse-hole!�

�Arh! I�m gunna rip ya to pieces! I swear Stark! If ya don�t
get this lil� bitch off- Arrhhh!�

Grimmjow screamed as Lynette bit down on his neck. Lynette
clinging to his back; as the pair tumbled to the floor; a stream of tangled
limbs as they both tripped over each other as they scrambled to get up.
Grimmjow being the first to rise from the mess deliberately knocked the small
girl back with knee.

�You dipshit! Now look, ya squashed it!� The blonde
scrambled to her feet and stood with her hands on her hips, disregarding the
fierce killing intent in the reiatsu pulsing from the man.

�Ya do realize that was the last namagash don�t
cha!� She glared at him, fearless.

Grimmjow stood, growling deep in his throat, but stopped when he glanced
down and realized that the red jelly candy was half flattened on his jacket. He
smirked at her, taunting her by slowly pulling his jacket up to his mouth to
chew the remaining candy from the material.

Lynette�s eyes narrowed to slits as the Sexta Espada�s untamed grin
mocked her. He turned toward the door, laughing madly.

�You feral PUSSY! I�m gunna need a flee-rinse after this!� She called
after him. His only response was to throw an index finger over his shoulder as
he left before laughing even more hysterically.

Grimmjow chuckled to himself as he wandered through the
white corridors toward his section of the castle. He was gunna have to change
his jacket, but it was worth it to see the look on that stupid bitch�s face. He
woulda ripped her a new one if the Primera hadn�t been there. Not that he was
scared of that lazy bastard, but he wasn�t stupid either.

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Ulquiorra walked silently through the halls of Las Noches,
wondering why his master had delegated this task to him. Perhaps this was a
test of his devotion; like with the human girl. At least this one was quiet...

Shinrai walked several meters behind the Espada who was to
be her first real assignment. Aizen had told her he would be the easiest to
decipher given his simplistic views of the world. She knew Aizen was displeased
with her improvement; being thrown in with the Espada like this might not be
such an intimidating task if she was at full strength, but� even the blind
could see the impact the last fortnight�s training had had on her physical
condition. Strength: the word sounded ridiculous when connected to her,
even before these past two weeks, her appearance, her reiatsu; they were
nothing. She was nothing.

Now her actions brought her lower than she thought possible:
she was betraying her own species. If she failed Aizen completely by not
realizing the potential he claimed she had, he would surely kill her. But if the
Espada found out about her treachery, her death was guaranteed. They would
certainly find an excruciating way to end her life� though after the
past two weeks, she doubted any of them could better the torture she had learnt
to endure.��

A light breeze swept down the hallway, barely ruffling the
Espada�s white cloak, but it sent a shiver through Shinrai�s petite body. She
wrapped her thin arms around herself as her eyes slowly traced the small
pattern-like imperfections on the bright white walls. Bright. Everything was so
bright now that she was out in the open, her eyes finding every detail even in
the bland corridors.

It felt like they had been walking for a long time, the
exertion and cool air was beginning to make her feel weak. She hoped the Fourth
would just show her to her new room, and forget about the �tour�. As the
thought passed through her mind, a sudden warmth touched her hip. The
unexpected heat against her cold skin sent a jolt through her body. It
shouldn�t have�she knew this heat� it was a warning from her sword that it had
registered the nearing of another.

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�Shit,
not that kill-joy, arse-licker.� The blue haired man scoffed to himself as he
noticed the approaching Fourth Espada down the long hallway.

Shinrai
noticed the small change of demeanor in the slight man she was following, and
assumed it was because of the ostentatious- looking teal-haired Espada.

�Hey,
ass-licker. Whata� ya doing so far from Aizen�s bed?� The Sixth Espada stood
blocking Ulquiorra�s path; his mockery and disrespect surprised Shinrai. She
knew the Espada�s ranks, and knew this man �Grimmjow Jeagerjaques�
was two seats below her guide.

�It does-� Ulquiorra was cut off.

�Shit! What the fuck ya been doin to this chick Ulquiorra?�
Grimmjow, just noticing Shinrai, leant in and around the smaller man to stare
at her.

Shinrai recoiled slightly behind the man she now deemed the
lesser of two evils; the Sixth�s wild eyes and crushing reiatsu reaffirming what she had learnt about
his soul in the past two weeks. She turned her face away from his so that she
didn�t have to look into those crazed, vivid blue eyes.

Grimmjow,
forgetting his proximity to the Espada he loathed the most, measured the female
arrancar in front of him� She looked like a messed up, walking corpse. His
upper lip rose in repugnance at her appearance, standing as her faced turned,
revealing the hole in her head that reminded him of a gunshot wound.��

�Ya
even more fucked-up than I thought Schiffer.� He spat with acidity.

�It
does not concern you, Trash.� Ulquoirra�s tone was unwavering and apparently
untouched by the other�s words.

Shinrai
slowly allowed her gaze to return to the Sexta Espada while he was distracted
from her. Damn, Sex-ta was right� his tall, broad body was chiseled from
jaw to exposed abs, and she knew it wouldn�t have stopped there�

She
sighed internally and looked away again; it wasn�t fair for him to have
incredible power and looks.

Grimmjow
didn�t look at her again as he deliberately knocked Ulquiorra�s shoulder with
his own to get past him. �Whatever, bitch.� He said cuttingly as he continued
on his way.

A
tremor coursed through Shinrai�s body as his wild reiatsu swept past her; the
weight of it temperately inhibited her ability to breathe. She looked up at her
guide with wide eyes; she now realized just how much this man must be
withholding his reiatsu. She realized the naivet� of the fear that had torn
through her when she felt the Sixth�s power, considering her guide was two
ranks above him�

Ulquiorra
glanced down at the woman behind him, who immediately averted her eyes.

He
didn�t say anything to her as he reinitiated their path, his white uniform
flapping with the turning of his body.

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�

�Stupid
Ulquiorra, fucker thinks he�s better than me.� Grimmjow muttered to himself as
he passed through the halls of Las Noches. He�d been particularly agitated
these past two weeks, ever since that night Aizen made them eat with him. The
bastard loved putting on a show. After his run-in with Nnoitra, he�d decided to
put an end to their meetings, but after two weeks without any release,
it didn�t seem like the best idea anymore. His balls felt like they must be
matching his pubes by now�He�d have to get one of his fracci�n to do something
about it� It pissed him off; he hated having those weak fucks touch him.��

�He turned into the corridor that began his
wing and almost ran into the tall man he�d been trying to avoid. His footsteps
faltered, and a small growl escaped his lips; now he was really pissed. He
looked up at the ridiculously lanky man and equally stupid uniform.

�The
fuck ya doin in my wing Nnoitra?�

Nnoitra
glared down at him. It wasn�t like he had a thing for the Sixth Espada, he just
loved dominating the uncontrollable man. Nnoitra knew Grimmjow had been
brushing him, and it made livid. If the thing between them was going to end, it
would be when he said so, and that bitch had better not think otherwise.

�Shut
ya goddamn trap! If ya hadn�t noticed, moron, ya still in my section!�

A
shattering resonance echoed down the hall; as Nnoitra grabbed Grimmjow by the throat,
lifting him off his feet, and smashing him into the ground. Grimmjow�s hands
clawed at the fingers around his throat; clenching his jaw in an attempt to
deny any gasps from exiting his mouth, some of the gasps escaping his nose
instead. Nnotria knelt with one knee on his chest and the other to the floor,
Grimmjow�s body thrashing violently beneath him.

The
dark haired Espada leant in and ran his long tongue up Grimmjow�s mask and
along his ear before whispering to him. �This ain�t over until I say it is��

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Thank you Errihu for the encouragement; I�m struggling with the
current chapter, and the lull is very frustrating! I�ve posted where I�m up to,
so be sure not to rush through these cos it might be a week or so before I�m
able to update again.

I was hoping to do some oneshots soon and I�m open to
requests!? I�m happy to do almost anything, as long as it�s Bleach and not:
Kenpachi, Ishida, Chad or Barragan. So, if there�s a FF pairing missing in your
life, let me know! :D
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