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Prize of Victory 2
By : NovaAlexandria
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Golden Chain

It had been five years since the last battle, so when the alarm went off Tatsuki and Rangiku stared first at each other, and then at Tesra in shock. Tatsuki had moved first, grabbing her katana. Tesra was right behind her but Rangiku hesitated. True, Nnoitra had never rescinded his permission for her to join in the battles, but it had been some time since the last one and she didn�t know if he would remember that Aizen�s command for each �pet� to fight alongside their �master� still stood.

After a moment of hesitation, she had removed the chain attached to her anklet and had followed the other two out to do some damage to the Swarm. Haineko cackled gleefully at finally being set free and even Rangiku had a smile as she sliced though the damn locusts. It wasn�t until the cloud of insects thinned and the battle wound down that Nnoitra found her and showed her just how riled up the return to combat made him.

Things had been going much more smoothly between them for some time now. He still had the odd relapse, usually when a large quantity of alcohol was involved, but those �relapses� only ended in rough sex. It wasn�t the violent sort of sex he�d first used on her either and she couldn�t recall the last time he�d beat her. As always, he apologized for losing his temper, when it wasn�t her fault he was upset.

�Enough of the mournful sighing� Tatsuki grumbled in annoyance. �Do you want me to hit you or not?� she demanded.

�Hmm, oh, yes, please do,� she replied and offered her only constant female companion a smile. She was damn lucky she had even that and Rangiku knew it.

Tatsuki nodded and slapped another card down on the table. Rangiku picked it up and looked at it before sighing and dropping her three cards down, not caring how they landed.

�Tesra?� Tatsuki asked her mate, giving him a seductive smile.

�I will pass, thank you,� Tesra answered.

Tesra and Tatsuki. It was an odd pairing if Rangiku ever saw one. They weren�t a couple she would have ever guessed would have come about. If Tatsuki hadn�t shared them with her, she also wouldn�t have imagined the details regarding how it had come about either. She wished she could have been there to see the look on Tesra�s face when Tatsuki had straight up asked him to Claim her while she�d still, technically speaking, had been Ulquiorra�s property. Despite this, they were clearly meant for each other and Tesra treated his human mate with all the devotion a man should.

Rangiku was happy for them, she really was, but at times watching them brought about a large bout of depression. Unless Nnoitra grew tired of her, an unlikely prospect given how often and with the amount of enthusiasm that he took her, she was stuck with him for the rest of her foreseeable life. True, he was becoming less pigheaded, but he was still chauvinistic. After fifteen years, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be a free spirit floating from party to party. Now she was lucky to get even a glass of sake once a month.

Then again, she also wasn�t waking up in her Taichou�s office, slaged out on the couch with a hangover, her head aching and her mouth tasting like a squirrel had crawled into it and promptly died.

�Alright, flip �em over folks. The house has eighteen. Rangiku?� Tatsuki asked, breaking the ex-Shinigami out of her musings about her former life.

�Twenty-four,� she sighed, flipping her three cards over so her companions could see them.

�Tesra?�

�Twenty,� he answered with a small smile, flipping his own two cards over to reveal a pair of kings.

With the Defence Net down, and with such a large breach, there was no way to determine how many Locusts could still be hiding in the shadows. As such, Nnoitra ordered Tesra to guard her. Where Tesra went, Tatsuki followed. This led to the three of them playing blackjack, one of the many card games Tatsuki had taught them a few years ago when Aizen sent Nnoitra and Tesra out on the annual, and fruitless, Spring Bug-Base Hunt.

Tesra had offered to let Tatsuki go with him, but she had declined when she found out Nnoitra didn�t plan on bringing Rangiku, and instead had remained behind to keep the housebound woman company. Rangiku had learned a lot of interesting card games from her human friend over those few weeks. Nnoitra had returned during one game and had demanded they teach him how to play. Now he held the occasional Poker Night with several other Arrancar, sometimes even going other places, which allowed Rangiku to get out of the house. Yammy was one of the players and he occasionally hosted the rotating party at the Kuchiki Estate. Rangiku actually got to tag along, to see for herself how Byakuya was doing, and explore the fabled Kuchiki gardens. Her outings there were bittersweet; as much as she desperately needed a break from her own prison it hurt to see such a powerful man reduced to being the Tenth�s silent plaything, even if he showed no distress. From what she had seen of the Noble, little had changed for him since their defeat and enslavement.

�How long do you think the meeting is going to last?� Tatsuki questioned her mate with a yawn.

Tatsuki�s question, once again, broke her out of her rambling thoughts. It had been a long day for them all and the sky was starting to lighten on the Eastern horizon.

�Aizen-kami�s meetings frequently last for many hours,� he answered.

Rangiku was exhausted as well. It had been a long time since she had pulled an all-nighter and Nnoitra had used the four hours between the battle and the meeting to have an hour-long shower, where they�d spent less time washing and more time having sex, followed by even more sex afterwards. She hadn�t seen him that horny in a long while. The battle and frantic response to the crises of having the Defence Net collapse had stirred both his blood and his instincts.

�Do you think he�ll kill us if we hit the sack?� Tatsuki questioned with a yawn.

�I must remain diligent, but I see no reason as to why you two could not get some rest. No offence, Matsumoto-san, but you look like you could use some sleep,� he pointed out and offered her a tentative smile.

�I think I agree,� she responded, stifling a yawn of her own. �Good night, Tesra. You coming up, Tatsuki?�

�Yeah, yeah, I�m right behind you.�

The two women retreated upstairs, wishing each other good night before entering separate bedrooms, Tatsuki into the spare room she occasionally shared with Tesra when the couple spent the night while she retreated to the master bedroom. The bed was still a mess from the earlier vertical dancing that had been going on. She sighed as she stripped the contaminated sheets and blankets from the bed, tossing them in the corner, and pulling out a fresh set from the closet. She didn�t bother making the bed properly. Instead, she simply crawled under the blankets and drifted to sleep before she�d had a chance to take three deep breaths.

Slumber caught her so quickly that she hadn�t even realized she�d fallen asleep until loud, drunken laughter filtered up from the living room and a glance outside showed the sun had set. Rangiku stared stupidly at the window for a few seconds before her brain kicked into gear and told her she�d slept much longer than she had intended.

She was honestly surprised that Nnoitra had let her sleep in. He hadn�t even woken her up when he returned from the meeting. Of course, he could have just gotten back from the meeting and hadn�t had time to wake her up yet, but that didn�t explain the drunken company and she doubted that even Aizen�s meeting could have gone on for more than twelve hours. The view from the window was of the West and what light she saw was definitely from the setting sun.

She checked for Tatsuki first, but her human friend was not in the guest room. Tesra was though, apparently catching a few winks himself. However, someone was in the upstairs bathroom and a knock on the door confirmed it was the missing human woman.

�How long has Nnoitra-sama been home?� she asked quietly, which was hard to do when trying to talk through a closed door.

�Two hours,� Tatsuki answered, emerging from the bathroom. �Apparently the meeting was less than stellar so he invited some people over to relieve the stress. I convinced him to let you sleep a little longer.�

�How did you manage that?� Rangiku asked in honest surprise. Nnoitra preferred her to serve them drinks when he had company over, as he liked to flaunt his property in front of those he considered lesser Arrancar.

�I told him that he rode you so damn hard that he burned you out,� Tatsuki answered with a shrug.

�You didn�t,� Rangiku gaped at her, jaw dropping at the sheer audacity of the excuse.

�I did, only not in such a crude manner. It definitely stroked his ego. Men like it when their sense of self-worth gets a boost, especially when you�re referring to their sexual prowess, bonus points if you do it in front of other men. Are you up, or are you going to go back to sleep?�

The thought of going back to sleep was tempting, but if she wasn�t the one serving the men downstairs their drinks, the duty fell to Tatsuki, who was no stranger to poker evenings. Nnoitra always invited Tesra and Tesra was too loyal to say no. Poker evenings had become a semi girls� night, interrupted only by serving the next round of booze to whoever was dry. Rangiku shook her head and sighed.

�I should get up. It would be unfair to make you deal with them by yourself. You know how grouchy they get when their cups are empty.�

�Actually, I�ve had assistance this evening.�

Rangiku was about to ask who was helping her, when Tesra was clearly sleeping, but the answer met them at the bottom of the stairs with a tray of sake cups.

�Kuchiki-san,� Rangiku greeted him, noting he was dressed in a kimono that probably cost more than everything she owned. From the design, the embroidery and the color, the designer never intended the garment for a man�s use.

He returned her greeting with a nod of his head before finishing his trek to the dining room table. Cards, coins, bottles, bowls of snacks, and crumbs from the snacks covered the surface. Most of the last lay scattered around Yammy�s chair.

�Lovely. Now I�m going to have to shovel after him�� she thought in disgust.

Nnoitra looked up as they entered and a large grin covered his face. He was apparently in a good mood, which would make her evening easier. Judging by the pile of coins in front of him, he was also on a winning streak. He pushed away from the table a bit and patted his thigh. Rangiku held back a grimace and made her way towards her master with a large amount of hip swaying before seating herself in his lap. His arms came around her and his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking loudly.

�Did you have a good nap?� he asked, the question murmured against her skin.

�Yes, Nnoitra-sama.�

Then she recalled what Tatsuki had said. The young woman had been dangling one of the keys she probably used to keep Tesra content and putty in her hands in front of Rangiku�s nose. Now she decided that if it worked for Tatsuki, it might work for her and she elected to try out her human friend�s advice.

�Your amorous attentions often leave me thoroughly spent afterwards.� She also chose to say this in the same, throaty voice that had once secured her and whatever party she joined free rounds of sake in the old days, courtesy of various hard-up male waiters.

�Don�t I know it,� he smirked, not at her, but at the other seven Arrancar at the table.

�Well, that hit the mark,� she thought. She�d have to figure out how to thank Tatsuki for her insight.

The game resumed and she rested as comfortably as she could in his lap, trying to ignore how sore her butt was getting sitting on his boney knee. Byakuya delivered more drinks and Yammy, as if to show off his pet in the same manner, pulled the noble into a similar position in his lap. The only difference between the two was that Yammy was far more lewd and Rangiku wondered how Byakuya always managed to keep his composure while enduring such disgraceful attentions in public.

It was almost a relief when the drinks needed a refill. Nnoitra didn�t pull her back into his lap this time and waved her off after she set his drink down, though he did pull a kiss from her. She retreated to the living room and sat down on the couch in a spot where she could still see him. This way he could signal her when they needed another round. Byakuya, unfortunately, wasn�t able to escape Yammy�s groping and was quickly becoming dishevelled by the aggressive pawing of his person.

Tatsuki had decided to remain downstairs and thankfully put some food together for the two of them. She hadn�t eaten anything since yesterday. Maybe Nnoitra had felt her hunger via his Claim on her and let her retreat to break her fast.

�You don�t have to keep me entertained. You can go upstairs with Tesra if you want,� Rangiku offered, before her stomach rumbled and she snatched a sandwich from the tray on the low, living room table.

Tatsuki shook her head since her mouth was full. She swallowed before speaking.

�I am fine. Besides, you wouldn�t leave me alone down here with them. Why do you think I would do the same?�

�Point taken,� she conceded, in between bites.

�Anyhow, I notice you were almost done with Volume 5, so I ran home on the way to the market to pick up some lunch for Tesra and I and I brought back the next four volumes in the series.� Tatsuki pushed a short stack of manga volumes across the coffee table at her.

�Praise the stars! I actually finished Volume 5 two days ago and was re-reading it to kill time. Give me those!�

She snatched up the four new volumes, sorting through them until she found Volume 6.

�I was going bonkers wanting to find out if Hijima was finally going to get it on with Hikira.�

�I won�t spoil it for you then,� Tatsuki chuckled and took a bite of her sandwich.

Rangiku was well into Volume 7, stopping, with large amount of frustration, only when the men needed more alcohol or their snacks refilled. It was getting very annoying as things were finally getting hot and heavy between the two main characters and she had been looking forward to reading this scene for a month. Rangiku�s mouth begin to water and she could feel her core heating up as she stared at the images of the two very hot men wearing nothing more than very tight leather pants. Hikira had a leather harness-like thing on but that was already unbuckled and she just knew it was going to be off on the next page.

�Oi, what�s this?�

A huge, meaty hand grabbed the book from her before she could turn the page and she let out a squeal of dismay, followed by a death glare at the asshole who had dared to interrupt her.

�Hey, I was reading that!� she scowled.

�Shut your trap, wench,� Yammy grunted as he flipped through the book, eyeing the pictures with interest. �What is this shit?�

�It�s called shoujo. It�s a manga for girls full of hot guys,� Tatsuki answered calmly before Rangiku could make an angry retort of her own and try to take it back.

�Yes, it�s a manga meant for girls,� she snapped, stressing the word �girls.� �Can I have that back now, please? Things were getting good,� she almost whined.

�Che, whatever,� he grunted, tossing the book casually over his shoulder and he continued on his way past them towards the bathroom.

Rangiku made a mad dash to grab the book before it hit the floor and she lost her page, sighing in relief as she caught it before either Yammy or the fall could damage it.

�Asshole,� she muttered under her breath, cradling the precious manga to her chest.

With a sigh, she settled once more onto the couch and flipped back to the beginning. She was going to have to reread the whole sexy scene to get back into the zone.

�Although, come to think of it, I really don�t mind re-reading this,� she couldn�t help but to think excitedly. She was just to the same page again, mouth watering as she got ready to turn it, where she just knew that those pants were finally coming off, when Nnoitra hollered for another round.

�My life seriously sucks,� she groaned in frustration.

It was a relief to get back to the Estate. He�d had to sit in Yammy�s lap while the thug molested him in front of complete strangers, not to mention the amount of crumbs and spittle Yammy sprayed all over him as he ate. He was going to need a long bath to get all the disgusting mess out of his hair. It was very late and Yammy was intoxicated to the point of near-toxicity. If Byakuya was lucky, the Espada would retire for the night, or die of alcohol poisoning. Regrettably, that was very unlikely to happen.

The Estate came into sight and the door opened as they approached. Two servants awaited them on the other side.

�Would you like anything Yammy-sama, or will it be straight to bed?� one of the two servants questioned fearfully.

�Bed,� he grunted. �See to it my pet is cleaned and ready for me to fuck in the morning,� he grunted lewdly.

�As you wish, Yammy-sama,� both servants intoned as they bowed.

Byakuya took that as a dismissal and left for his private bathhouse to wash away the feeling of Yammy�s hands on his body, not to mention the dirt out of his hair and off of his skin. One of the Estate�s many attendants assisted him in rinsing off the evidence of �poker night� before he sank into the hot water. It was a relief to climb into bed to rest after an hour-long bath. He hadn�t gotten any sleep since the morning of the meeting that resulted in the battle. Yammy had been amorous after combat ended and he spent the next four hours pinned to the nearest surface while his Master worked out his after-battle lust, broken only by the meeting, which only seemed to dam Yammy�s lust so that afterwards he was almost twice as aggressive. Fortunately, that had only lasted an hour and had truthfully only ended because Nnoitra had walked in on them to invite the brute to play poker. As disgusting as it was to be pawed in front of Yammy�s �friends,� not to mention to debris in his hair, it was far preferable to being raped.

Even after all the hours that had passed, his rear was still killing him, but he didn�t dare let it show. The servants were more than familiar enough with what he suffered through and silently left a jar of numbing cream beside his futon, a blessed gift from the man he knew only as �Vendor,� who was also one of Yoruichi�s contacts. He half-suspected she was behind the cream and as such, he�d almost refused it, not wanting to accept any help from the damn were-cat. However, after one of Yammy�s vicious drinking binges, on a night that had left his arms, hips, and thighs darkened with bruises, his neck bright red from bite marks and hickies and half his body stained with his own blood and Yammy�s cum, he had relented and used it. Pride was important, but he wasn�t in a position to let pride win out over practicality. Byakuya�s practicality told him that it would be much better to go through the day without pain than with it.

It had been almost a full twenty-four hours since Yammy had last raped him so he wasn�t in enough pain to waste any of the precious stuff. Still, it was nice to know his staff at least thought about his comfort and tried to do the best they could with what they had. He hated granting any sort of compliment to the one holding his chain, but he had to admit that Yammy had calmed down a little over the years, at least towards his staff. He hadn�t eaten anyone in a little over six years and hadn�t harmed the staff in close to two years. Trust the Kuchiki elders to be capable of semi-taming such an unruly brute without said brute even realizing they had done it.

�They do have experience taming wild children,� he couldn�t help but to think, recalling how different he�d been as a boy before the long years and the heavy weight of responsibility weighed him down. Hisana�s death had killed off what was left of the exuberant, wilful boy in him and that had been before Aizen�s devastating Victory.

It was hard to remember those days now with the more recent decade-and-a-half of pain-filled memories. He couldn�t help but wonder what his parents, or even his grandfather, would think of him now. Would they be devastated he had become the sexual plaything to a filthy Arrancar, or would they be disappointed in him for being weak enough to have let it happen in the first place? He wasn�t sure.

Byakuya tried, on numerous occasions over the years, to break free of the Claim. No matter how much of his reiatsu he threw against it, it was never enough. Worse, Yammy could apparently tell when he made such attempts and the resulting punishments often left him incapable of walking for a week. The last time he�d tried to break the Claim, Yammy had beaten him into near unconsciousness, raped him violently and then had ordered the staff that, not only was he not to be treated, but he was to be denied food for a month. Yammy permitted him only a single glass of water a day, and he was only allowed to sleep every three days for no longer than four hours. He might have been able to survive that, except that the Tenth Espada pulled him over his lap every evening for a very harsh paddling before having the Claim violently refreshed. All that agony and humiliation matched with an equal amount of infinite pleasure.

Byakuya was still shocked that he�d retained his mind after enduring that month.

�I will never leave you master,� Senbonzakura softly whispered in his mind.

There was the very reason he hadn�t gone completely mad. Senbonzakura had held him while he�d sobbed brokenly in his inner world every night after Yammy finished with him while he outwardly maintained the normal calm expected of someone of his class. His Zanpakuto understood him in ways that no one ever would and could comfort him without Yammy noticing. True, the brute could still take his Zanpakuto away, but only if he wished to piss off Aizen, especially with the Defence Net inoperable.

He hated the Claim, hated it with more emotion than he�d ever felt in his life. All of his skills at maintaining an emotionless mask meant nothing when his captor could read his very feelings. A simple command from his Master could force those walls to crumble as if they were dust, and the resulting exposure was torment itself.

Then there was his silence. His throat, surgically altered by Szayel at Yammy�s command long ago as a punishment, could create nothing more than pants, cries and moans. He was unable to articulate words any longer. In some ways, it was a small blessing as Yammy could not compel him to say some of the ludicrous and crass things the Claim had once forced passed his lips during the first year of his enslavement. In other ways, it was an extreme hindrance. His inability to speak rendered him incapable of running a Division again. True he still assisted Jushiro�s Division, but that was only with the administrative duties. He could not exactly shout out commands.

Byakuya also had no way to communicate with the creature holding his leash short of going through secondary sources as, to this day, Yammy remained illiterate and made no effort in learning to read. Thus, he could not deflect any of the Aspect of Anger�s ire when he found himself its focus. There was no way of reasoning with the beast.

Still, there were things about Yammy that confused him, such as his odd patience with children. Many a time Yammy had caught Ajuga on the Estate when she came to visit him, and yet the Espada had never done more than grunt at her and shoo her away when he was in a bad mood. Yammy never raised his fist, or took out his considerable temper, upon any of the children, not even Hana, who wasn�t even a Hollow.

That was the only redeeming quality he�d ascribe to the huge bastard. Not that it absolved Yammy of all of his crimes, or even put a small dent in the massive case to be made for destroying the Espada on the spot if he ever had the opportunity, but at least it was one less concern he had to worry about when Ajuga was around. Her visits were always a highlight of his day, although he would never admit it.

The blankets had warmed up with his body heat, and he found himself drifting to sleep. He didn�t bother to fight it. As soon as Yammy started to stir the monster would summon him to serve his master. Giving the amount of drinking Yammy had done this evening, the Espada was sure to have one hell of a hangover, which always put him in a bad mood. Those bad moods had a tendency to get Byakuya injured in some way.

He didn�t know how long he�d been asleep, only that it was still dark when one of the servants rushed into his quarters, frantically calling for him. He was awake in an instant, his hand grasping Senbonzakura and his reiatsu scanning for the threat. Off in the distance, he could hear the perimeter alarms going off.

The Swarm was already back.

As much as he desired to get more rest, he couldn�t help but to silently thank the crisis for giving him the chance to avoid Yammy�s attentions for that much longer. For the duration of a battle, he could forget that he had been reduced to nothing more than a rabid beast�s fuck toy and recapture a little of the proud, dangerous and noble Shinigami he�d once been. He could feel and remember what it was like to be in command of his own fate, to have his powers acknowledged, appreciated, and even stared at in awe as his thousands of twirling blades, each catching and reflecting the light, painted the field with the ichor of his enemies. Moreover, when the fight was done, not a hair on his body would be out of place despite the fact he would be surrounded by hundreds of corpses, shredded to ribbons.

If he was very lucky, the conflict would work off Yammy�s hangover and he would be less violent with Byakuya afterwards. Yammy on a battle-high was always better than a drunk or hung over one. The former often could control his strength so the damage was less in the end while the latter had no inhibitions and often left him unable to walk for hours.

The alarm switched off just as he reached the front gates, followed by the all clear. Either it had been a false alarm or it had been a small incursion that had quickly been dealt with.

�What the hell is with the racket?� Yammy demanded with snarl.

No one dared to answer. In fact, everyone who could move had already fled. Byakuya could not blame them. The reiatsu rolling off of the Espada was utterly malevolent, so malevolent that even a dense human would have been able to detect it. It was bad enough dealing with Yammy when he was sleep-deprived; dealing with a sleep-deprived and hung over Yammy was worse than spending a year in Hell.

�I asked a question, I expect it answered,� Yammy snarled, grabbing him by the front of the plain, white yukata he had thrown on and dragging him forward so they were face to face.

Byakuya cringed at the rank smell of Yammy�s breath and truly wished he could speak. When Yammy was in this kind of mood he tended to forget that Byakuya was incapable of speech, and that he was the one that ordered his pet silenced in the first place.

�I could speak for us,� Senbonzakura hesitantly offered.

Byakuya had never considered that possibility before, primarily because manifesting one�s Zanpakuto spirit in the company of others was simply not done. There was no guarantee that Yammy would even believe Senbonzakura and would simply attack him.

�Answer the question,� Yammy snarled, backhanding him so hard that the yukata tore and he collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed out of his nose and from the cut that one of Yammy�s nails had slashed open on his forehead, staining the white garment red. He prayed his nose wasn�t broken when his face had hit the wooden floor. He felt Senbonzakura�s rage, but there was nothing either one of them could do about it. He felt the Claim clamp around him as Yammy tried to force him to answer, but all that managed to do was to force him to make gargling noises. A fist connected with his temple and he saw stars while his ears rang so strongly he couldn�t even hear Yammy anymore.

�Please, Master� Senbonzakura begged, �At this rate he�ll kill us!�

Byakuya couldn�t deny that. Yammy wasn�t just hung-over and sleep deprived. He was still bloody drunk and quickly getting more and more angry! Reluctantly, he agreed and spared some of his reiatsu so Senbonzakura could manifest beside him.

�Please stop, Yammy-sama.� Senbonzakura requested as he materialized.

His sudden appearance startled the Espada, who stared at the Zanpakuto spirit in confusion, thankfully breaking the growing storm or rage before it reached a point that the brute could no longer be reasoned with.

�We do not know why the alarm went off either. Perhaps they were just testing the system, since the Net went down, to make sure it still works,� Senbonzakura offered.

Yammy stared at Senbonzakura in clear confusion. It would seem that the idiot was still completely out of it. One could even question if Yammy even understood he was being addressed.

�Fucking racket,� Yammy grunted, straightening up. �Bed, now!� he ordered with an irritated bark. �I am too damn tired right now t�deal with this shit. I�ll talk t�you in th�morning.�

Byakuya pulled himself to his feet, adjusting the torn yukata to cover his body and holding back a wince of pain. Senbonzakura returned to his inner world without another word. It was with great relief that Yammy didn�t stop him from returning to his own room, and another relief to note that one of the servants had left a steaming cup of mint tea for him, as well as a bowl of warm water and a cloth to clean the blood from his face.

He gingerly washed the blood away before settling down in the typical Jinzen position in the center of his futon. Most of his thoughts floated to his inner world while leaving just enough of his consciousness outside to drink the soothing tea. Senbonzakura was waiting for him, and the two sat under the tree that had once been the only living thing in his inner world, barely a sapling back then, when his Zanpakuto had been returned to him.

His inner world was still in a state of terrible decay and disrepair, but the one sprout had grown fifteen feet tall now and the area around it had fresh verdant grass. Even the small hut a few yards away seemed recently repaired. The healing was slow, and the conditions often reversed themselves when Yammy got exceptionally brutal with him, but he was healing.

It took half an hour to ease his mind and numb the pain in his body enough that he could fall back asleep. The late night interruption just meant that Yammy was going to be all the more irritable when he did wake up. Byakuya silently prayed the alarms would not go off again tonight and he intended to bring the issue up tomorrow with Jushiro so that the older Shinigami could address it at the next meeting.

Who tested alarms, assuming it was a test and not a small incursion that had been quickly dealt with, this late at night so soon after a battle without warning anyone? Byakuya decided that Yammy wasn�t the only idiot roaming the Seireitei at this point.

Set ups, got to love them, although, most of these set ups are not going to end well. Anyhow, thank you all so much for the reviews and I hope those that I responded too got the responses before I was forced to delete them.

Karin can not use Sonido and such without directly drawing on Grimmjow�s power through their mating Claim for the same reason Jushiro couldn�t do it; they use different types of Reiatsu.

Stuff is going on in the living world, and has been hinted at strongly in Part 1 several times. More will be revealed much later on. Yammy and Aizen will get their due. Although, no matter how horrible I make it, it will probably never be enough.

This Weeks Question; How much are you willing to pay per season of your favourite Anime? For me, depending on # of episodes and whether or not they actually managed to get the translations right, no more than $100 for any with 30+ episodes a season or $50 for 18-20+ episodes. None of that 3-5 episodes a package or season 1 part 1 bullshit unless if it�s a really long season, like 60 episodes.

Next Chapter: Back to Karin and Grimmjow, and we see what I mean about some of that �set up� I mentioned.
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