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A Brief Experiment in Cross-Breeding	By : GroovyGondolas Category: Bleach > General Views: 10978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If there was one thing Kuchiki Byakuya had in even slight excess over the ideal was his seemingly unshakeable sense of pride. Even now, shackled and chained, he still managed to keep his head held high while being led though corridor after corridor by his newly appointed keeper. While to the outside world he may have appeared unaffected by Aizen’s declaration and what it would surely mean for his comrades, his younger sister included, on the inside Byakuya’s mind surged with turmoil. Everything in him wanted to resist his captors, to fight to the bitter end for freedom, consequences be damned. But the captain of the 6^th company was a logical man; and right now logic dictated that he remain calm and bide his time.
That did not mean, of course, that he would obediently follow Aizen’s orders and allow himself to be bedded by his captor. Judging by her reaction and the forceful way she was leading him through the hallways it appeared that the Third Espada found the orders similarly repulsive. Unfortunately, Byakuya was well aware of the iron grip Aizen had on his soldiers and knew his orders would be followed whether the Espada personally approved of them or not.
The woman leading him seemed to get more and more agitated the closer they drew to their destination, finally reaching a door and throwing him into the room. With his reiatsu bound, Byakuya could do no more than try to catch himself with his tied hands as he landed on the stone floor. She allowed the door to slam shut and whipped around to face him, eyes blazing. Byakuya used all his willpower to keep the fear and pain away from his face, an attempt that was almost successful until he found himself picked up from the floor by his throat. Despite being a few inches shorter than he was Halibel held him with one arm, his legs kicking reflexively at the air trying to find footing. The eyes that stared at him from behind her mask were unseeing and clouded with fury. As if to demonstrate his complete helplessness Halibel tossed him into one of the couches like he was made of rags.
He couldn’t help but let out a hiss of pain as he crashed into the piece of furniture, instantly causing deep bruises along his elbows and back. The small indication of vulnerability only seemed to enrage her further. In the blink of an eye, before he could even defend himself, she delivered a swift and devastating kick to his abdomen. He felt all the air rush from his body and instinctively curled around the place of impact, trying to shield himself from the next oncoming blow. Instantly she was upon him, raining wild and forceful punches on whatever parts of him remained exposed as he tried to block access to his head and organs. The attack seemed unending, but the only sound in the room seemed to be from her strikes as she made contact and his involuntary exclamations of pain.
Byakuya was losing his stamina. First one blow made it to his face, then another, and she still continued her assault. He was glad that, even with his reiatsu bound, he was stronger than most. Even one of the punches she was delivering could have easily killed a lesser shinigami. However, there was a difference between decades of fighting skill and being able to survive repeated punches that would level a building. She made contact with his temple and he saw stars. Another hit and another firework display burst across his vision. This is how he would die, he thought. Not ancient in a bed surrounded by his heirs, not on the sword of some great warrior, but lying on his back on a hard stone floor, too beaten to lift his arms and defend himself. All he could do was take one final breath, open his eyes that had already begun to swell shut, and watch his death come with what dignity he could muster.

But the final blow he braced himself for never came. He waited one second, then two. All the Espada did was stare down at him, panting from her own exertions. She wiped a smear of blood from her face. His blood, he thought with odd detachment. “Clean yourself up,” she spat, then turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving him alone with his pain.
It took Byakuya a good half an hour to lift himself off of the floor. He didn’t think she had managed to break any bones, or at least not any important ones. He wasn’t so sure about a few of his ribs. It would appear that the arrancar had shown some restraint after all.
As he lay on the ground Byakuya tried to recall what he knew about the arrancar who had nearly killed him. Tier Halibel, suspected and later confirmed to be the 3^rd ranked Espada. Information regarding her abilities was minimal, however she had easily wounded and defeated Hitsugaya Toshiro in battle. Despite her personal victory that day, three of what had apparently been her fraccion had been killed by the Captain Commander. Ignoring the protests from the muscles in his neck and back Byakuya tried to take in his surroundings. He noticed telltale signs that this chamber seemed to have been occupied by more than just the Espada. A jacket thrown over a chair that looked much too small to belong to her. Three glasses left on a table. A chaise lounge on one side that appeared to have been recently slept in even though there was a large four-poster bed at the far end of the room. It would appear that Halibel had had a close relationship with her subordinates.
Limping over to what he thought was a bathroom, Byakuya couldn’t remember ever being in so much bodily pain. Even when Ichigo had defeated him the ache from the battle was dull and masked by exhaustion. This pain was sharp as damaged flesh and muscle tried to function as normal, bruised bone and joints grinding against one another.
He hardly recognized his own ruined face when he saw it in the mirror. The left side of his face, the one closest to the floor, had been spared from the worst of the damage and sported a long bruise from where it had collided with the stone. His right side, having borne the brunt of the attack, was a bloody mess. The skin above his eyebrow and his lip were split and still oozing half-congealed blood. His cheek had already bloated to twice the normal size and bore the telltale pink and blue marking of severe bruising underneath the skin. His eye on that side had swollen shut, no way of telling if the eyeball itself was damaged as well. His head as a topographical map of pain, from the crown of his skull where his kenseikan were remarkably unbroken, to the burning pain from whiplash in his neck. He wondered if he knew how to check for a concussion.
He gingerly undid the ties to his robes with his crushed fingers to inspect the damage done to his torso. Based on the mottled color and the ripples beneath the skin, his ribs were indeed broken, his suspicions confirmed with every agonizing intake of breath. He tried to see the wounds he could feel on his back but was unable to turn his head. Like his face, the right side of his body had taken the majority of the damage. Byakuya looked around the bare bathroom and searched for anything he could use to clean off some of the blood that had begun to dry in thick patches on his swollen face. He was about to use the tattered remains of his captain’s cloak when he found a panel on the wall and pressed it to reveal a closet with towels and other items for bathing. Unfortunately here seemed to be nothing intended for treating wounds, but he made due with running a washcloth under cool water and applying the cold compress to his throbbing head. He watched as his blood stained the water that swirled down the drain.
Having removed most of the caked on blood from his face, Byakuya was finally able to ease the cries of the aching muscles along his legs and back by staggering back into the main room to find somewhere to rest. He settled on the chaise lounge, as it was the only furniture in the room that would allow him to lie flat on his back. He wasn’t going to let the hollow find him lying on the floor, and he definitely wouldn’t let her find him on the bed.
He knew that most people would think he was being vain and foolish for trying to maintain the illusion of dignity at a time like this. The truth was he felt that he had no choice. There were others here who would be depending on him. If his resolve showed signs of cracking they all would be lost. His thoughts went to his sister and the other women. They were now in the clutches of monsters, probably facing violence in excess of what he had experienced himself. And his lieutenant had also been claimed by one of the enemy as well; although the Espada he assumed had been matched with Renji at least appeared to be less fearsome. Byakuya knew that in the coming days or weeks they would all need to depend on one another. The stronger he appeared, the better it would be for all of them.
Byakuya didn’t know how long it would take for a rescue to come. The 13 protection squads were in no position to mount an attempt to retrieve them and were not likely to do so since it was more than likely they all were assumed dead. As much as it irked him, their likely rescuer would be none other than the ryoka, Ichigo. For once, he was depending on the boy’s unstoppable impulse to go against direct orders.
The silence of the room was broken by Hanataro and the small arrancar who had accompanied the 1^st Espada in Aizen’s throne room. He was pushing a cart loaded with what smelled like food and had apparently been given to one of the hollows as well, although from the looks of it the boy had been made her servant and nothing more. Byakuya steeled himself so that when he forced his body to sit upright he didn’t cry out in pain. He kept himself facing the opposite wall, concealing the most damaged side of his face. He had removed his stained and bloody captain’s cloak and was glad that the robes he wore underneath concealed any splashes of crimson against the black.
Hanataro still gasped when he saw the bruise along the captain’s jawline. “K-K-Kuchiki-taichou, are you alright?” He asked, obviously concerned. Byakuya did his best to look at the young man without turning his head, but before he could respond the arrancar accompanying Hanataro delivered an open handed slap to the back of the boy’s skull.
“Hey, Dorei-chan,” she said, childish voice commanding, “Aizen-sama gave us a job to do and I’m not going to let you mess everything up so you can have a chat.”
Hanataro looked at Byakuya apologetically then bowed his head. “Yes, Lilinette-hime,” he said meekly, grabbing two covered dishes off of the cart and placing them on a table. The plates may have been miles away for how much effort it would take for Byakuya to reach them. Luckily he wasn’t hungry.
“Thank you,” he said with a nod. He watched with a twinge of regret as the two retreated from the room. He eyed the food they had left but concluded that going to get it would be more pain and anguish than it would be worth. Now sure that he was alone he allowed his abused muscles to settle back onto the chaise. With no sign of his own keeper, there was nothing to do now but wait.
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