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A Huntress In Hueco Mundo	By : Groffiction Category: Bleach > General Views: 2686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, which means I make no money off of it, nor do I own Bleach or its characters, settings, yadda yadda yadda. Don’t sue. I am broke. Period. I am only writing this for fun, nothing else. I DO own Night, Lisa,

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Title: A Huntress In Hueco Mundo
Author: Azriel, groffiction
Beta(s): astiga0802 & cinnamontea1877 from LJ
Fandom: Bleach Au
Rating: NC17 all the way.
Pairings: Aizen/Night, Ulquiorra/Max, Grimmjow/Lisa, Ichimaru/Jade, Stark/Ryu.
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, which means I make no money off of it, nor do I own Bleach or its characters, settings, yadda yadda yadda. Don’t sue. I am broke. Period. I am only writing this for fun, nothing else. I DO own Midnight Onyx, Lisa Trinity, Max Farthing, Jade Hollinger, Ryu Livingston, and anything to do with them their world, and other original characters. No touchy.
Summary: Midnight Onyx and her best friends Lisa, Jade, Ryu, and Max are part of a Dragon community that parallel’s the Soul Society and Hueco Mundo. This world in which they live in also parallel’s Ichigo’s world and is very similar. The only fact is that their world is called Nemrid, and all of the ‘humans’ are Shifters… beings that can change their form into animals, plants, etc. Unfortunately (or fortunately =D), Onyx and her friends stumble on a gateway that unknowingly leads them to Hueco Mundo, which in turn leads them to King Aizen and his family of Espada. And it just so happens to be during the shifter’s ‘seeking’ stage… the stage that comes right before mating season.

Chapter Two: Mind of Mates, Part Two

Aizen continued to smell the girl’s scent. It was driving him insane… really… for real this time. She still hadn’t answered his question, but that was ok. He could wait. It was his mind after all. He couldn’t help from touching a short lock of her spiked hair that had fallen over her face. He wondered at its silkiness. He suddenly had an urge to run his fingers through her hair, to find out if it was just as silky.

Night trembled and couldn’t help but lean into his face to sniff his scent. He smelled so good. She now could discern that he smelled like Sandalwood with a bit of something else. Either way she felt her mouth water. She wondered if he tasted just as good as he smelled? Her face barely touched his face with her own and let out a very loud purr. Her whole being wanted to bond with him… but she knew that it wouldn’t be a very good idea… especially if the guy was very independent. Independent people needed trust first before they could make a successful bonding, and even then it had to be complete trust. She reigned in her lust and gulped.

She finally answered his question, not wanting to make him upset for some reason. Little did she know that Aizen had an infinite source of patience, “I’m Midnight Onyx… of the world Nemrid.” She blinked and stepped away from him. She knew somehow that once her and her friends fell into that wall, they weren’t in their own world anymore. Something about the whole fact of having no grey sands or ink black skies with no stars in their own world.

Her voice was like nothing he’d ever heard. It was soft and musical and it made him very… uncomfortably aroused. He thought of the name of her world. Nemrid… he’d never heard of it before. Maybe it would be a whole different world he could conquer. HA! Like he was going to conquer much with what little time he had left to live. He was just overstepping himself… and he knew it. Still… it had a nice ring to it.

He coughed softly and introduced himself, “I am Sosuke Aizen of Hueco Mundo.” He didn’t mention that he ruled Las Noches… nor did he mention anything about the Espada. He figured it best not to until he found out more about her.

Trust was something he usually never gave to anyone… and the only ones who had it were either dead or impossibly trustworthy. Still… even he didn’t trust them as much as someone usually trusts. He had survived for as long as he had because of that fact. He finally asked, his eyes turning very serious and very deadly, “May I ask what you are doing in my mind?”

“Oh… um… about that.” Night worried her lip, gotta love nervous habits. She finally figured it was best to move out now. “Well, it was an accident really…. So… gotta go!” She tried to run to the door and suddenly he was there in front of her, wrapping his unbelievably strong arms around her.

“Leaving so soon?” Aizen smiled evilly and he dipped his head into her hair. It was lightly gelled, but he didn’t mind. His was similar, though not quite as silky. It smelled like strawberries. Her scent was so overwhelming and yet… he couldn’t get enough of it.

Night felt her face be crushed into his chest and she gasped. His scent was way too strong and addictive for his own good. If he didn’t let her go soon, she’d jump him.

Ryu warily looked around in a room filled with sofas, beds, cushions, and luxury of every sort. Strangely, the place only had two colors, black and white. The white furniture, and the black walls and floor. Weird and kind of creepy if you asked him. The fire haired teen suddenly stiffened as he heard someone say softly in a smooth, sexy voice, “Well, well, well… a human. Who would have thunk it?”

Ryu turned in the direction of the molten chocolate voice and spotted a man with very long legs, dressed in white with his shirt opened at the collar to reveal soft looking skin. Ryu gulped as he met the man’s vivid brown eyes and longish brown hair. Dayum… that guy was one hot piece of flesh. The teen gulped and tried very hard to control his lust. Damn teenage hormones!

Stark studied the boy with interest, noting that the boy had dark crimson spiked hair, black scale like markings on his neck, dipping into his shirt along his spine, a pierced ear, and a pierced lip. Interesting. The primera smiled casually, “Well, don’t be shy. Come on over. Let me look at you closer.”

Ryu felt a shudder run through his body, making his skin prickle and his hair poof a bit more. Damn, that guy’s voice should be illegal. And why did he feel like he was Little Red Riding Hood talking to some big bad wolf? Still, the teen was intrigued, so he advanced over to the man, wondering briefly where he was and how to get out.

Stark sat up and slowly got to his feet, moving in a circle around the boy, taking in every angle. He sniffed the boy’s scent and nearly drooled. Shit… the boy smelled like sex dipped in chocolate. Even Lilinette didn’t smell that good. He smiled and asked softly, “Who might you be?”

Ryu shivered under the other man’s gaze and blurted out, “Ryu Livingston.”

“Hmmm… Ryu… dragon… nice name. Mine’s Stark. I’m an Espada from Las Noches.” He didn’t know why he said it, but he figured why the hell not. He reached over and ruffled the teen’s spiked hair. Woa… it was soft and fluffy… like a cat’s paw.

The boy blushed and pushed Stark’s hand away. “Please don’t. It’s fuckin’ rude to touch someone when you don’t know him!”

Stark laughed softly, totally amused. “You know what, I like you, kid. Now… tell me more about yourself.”

Ulquiorra hissed as the newest intruder’s spiritual pressure slammed into him. He wilted and glided to the floor, more graceful than Grimmy’s ‘Kuthunk’ and Stark’s soft fall. He let out soft gasps as his mind was overrun by a very interesting exotic male mind. He closed his eyes and blacked out.

“Well that was unexpected. He usually is the grim reaper when it comes to emotions.” Gin yawned and looked at Ulquiorra’s downed form.

Lindor, the Espada that took place of Szayel came in, asking softly, “Does it seem to be hurting them?”

“I don’t think so.” Kaname said slowly, noting that his master was very… very aroused.

Gin chuckled softly, a true grin breaking over his face. “More like it’s pleasing them.”

Kaname sighed softly. “That is not what worries me about these intruders.”

“Then what would it be?” Gin asked playfully.

“It’s that they are in each host’s minds. They may not intend to harm us… but they could change that view at any moment.” Kaname said reasonably, adjusting Aizen’s blanket so his arousal didn’t look so obvious.

“So… that’s why you stopped me?” Gin asked jokingly. He then looked over at Aizen and sighed softly. The former taicho was flushed and sweating. He wondered if it was from the intruder… or Aizen’s sickness… whatever it was. Maybe it was a combination of both? He gestured for Lindor to come over. Once he got the lead Espada next to him he told him to go get some help to move the unconscious king and fallen Espada to the med lab so they could be in beds instead of on the cold floor.

Kaname sighed appreciatively and touched Aizen’s forehead. It was burning up. That wasn’t a good sign… but he couldn’t do much Kido on him for obvious reasons. Kido might excite the being inside Aizen’s mind. And Kaname definitely didn’t want to do that.

As the lead Espada left, another intruder filtered in.

Max was walking in a very straight line, rain falling everywhere… on him… on the road he was walking on… and on the dead trees around him. Where he was, he didn’t know… the only thing was that he sensed someone was following him. But… every time he turned to see who it was, no one was there.

Creepy. Yep… this place was creepy. It was October wasn’t it? All Hollow’s Eve was near, but still. Thank God this place wasn’t from his own mind… that he knew for sure. How he knew, he didn’t know… but whatever. Max always understood to go with the flow of things, and if you rushed things, you were stupid and got yourself into big trouble usually. Night was a big example of that. Whose mind did this belong to? He wondered.

Ulquiorra watched from a distance, regarding the strange but attractive man with suspicion and interest. Who would dare touch his mind?! And how did such trash get into his head in the first place? He hissed silently and made himself invisible as the man turned to look behind him. He had to admit… the man knew how to watch his ass.

The arrancar suddenly had the urge to reach out and touch the man’s long white hair. He’d never seen anyone with long white hair unless they were old. (Apparently he’s never seen Ukitake) But… this man was young… very young, with stunning brown eyes and darkly tanned skin… so different from his own.

He hissed as he noticed that he had been trapped in his own musings and was now visible to the man… who was looking him up and down like he was some sort of cooked steak. He kept his face an emotionless mask as he regarded the man… who in turn was regarding him.

Max finally asked, “Ok… since when did I get a ticket to the doll house of clowns?”

Ulquiorra’s eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline. “What are you talking about?”

Max chuckled. “Nothing, Emerald. My name is Max Farthing and am from the planet Nemrid. You are?”

“Fourth Espada of Las Noches, Ulquiorra Schiffer. What are you doing in my mind?” The arrancar asked, moving to stand closer to the human like creature. He had a very peculiar scent that made his senses tingle. He bit his lip unconsciously.

Max regarded the clownish Emo looking man with interest. “You know… I have no idea. I certainly wouldn’t be looking for this sort of thing. I mean, it’s nice and all, but my mind is so less screwed up than yours.”

Ulquiorra asked softly, “You don’t like rain?”

“Sometimes. Most of the time I don’t really care what the weather is like. Do you like rain?” He caught the scent of the strange Emo and tensed. He smelt heavenly. What the Hell? He wasn’t gay… or at least he didn’t think he was. Then… why was he getting turned on by this F’U’ guy? This was so weird.

The arrancar looked at the rain and sighed, “I don’t know if I do or not.”

Wow… this guy had some major issues.

Grimmjow led the strange hot woman through another door of his mind and into a huge black room with several mirrors adorned on the ceiling. Lisa sighed softly and readied herself. She knew that this blue haired cat wanted to play, and she was all too eager to oblige him. But… she couldn’t help wondering how in the world she had gotten into his mind in the first place.

The man let go of Lisa’s arm and breezed by her to take his stance opposite of her… about twenty feet away. As he did so, Lisa caught a whiff of his scent and nearly doubled over, gagging. It was a strong cat like scent that faintly smelled like Axel. Strangely enough, what made her want to gag wasn’t his smell… it was her reaction to it. What the Hell?! I’m getting turned on by a cat!

“Before we start, I figure it best if you tell me what your name is.” Lisa said, pulling out a huge spear like weapon that would give a Klingon something to worry about. She flipped it a few times and then pulled it underneath her arm. She crouched low to the ground, one hand in front of her.

“Oh… so you want to know the name of your killer? Wuss.” Grimmjow laughed maniacally, his eyes wild with interest. This girl was in for a big surprise if she even thought about underestimating him.

“No… I want to know the name of the jackass PUSSY I am going to kill so I can nail it onto his coffin!” Lisa matched his grin with one of her own.

The Espada laughed heartily and licked his lips, “You’ve got spirit, bitch, I’ll give you that. But if you insist, this here’s-“He pointed to himself, “Sixth Espada of Las Noches, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.”

“Wow… what a mouthful. I think I’ll call you Grimmy.” The woman sneered.

“Only if I get to call you Puppy Girl.” Grimmjow jeered back.

Lisa wasn’t to be daunted so she jibed right back, “So… since you are the sixth, then that means there are others stronger than you, right?”

Grimmjow shrugged and then said with a fiercer grin, “You gonna fight or what?”

“In such a hurry to die?” Lisa laughed.

“Naw… not before you anyway.” And with that, Grimmjow attacked with his bare hands.
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