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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 32

"Did you hear what I said, Ichigo?"

He heard what Aizen said very clearly under the white noise that filled his head as he looked silently at the man across from him. Processing what he had admitted was another matter all together. Betrayal cut deep into him, but did he even have the right to be surprised? This was Aizen the manipulator. Lord of lies and illusion. Ichigo's mind raced as his emotions raged within him, his expression giving none of it away. Bemused by his lack of response, Aizen poured him some wine and offered it, but Ichigo could only see blood in the pristine crystal held before him.

It... Hichigo, as he would be named by Ichigo himself, had been in his mother's blood, all because Aizen wanted to experiment on this new type of Hollow. Part of his great plan as the rest of it had been. The Hollow attacked his mother when she was young, infecting her in a way, attaching to her like a foreign entity. Unaware, she passed it onto him while he grew in her womb.

Ichigo suspected there was more to the story, but thought it frivolous to ask at this point. He could only look at the wine being offered, trembling with confusion and anger. Aizen placed the glass on the table and watched him like an observer waiting for a volcano to erupt. Sometimes the calm before the storm was more worrisome than the storm itself. You could not predict the violence of what was to come.

"Surely you are angry, but will you continue to give me the silent treatment?" he asked, watching him as if to read his thoughts. He knew Ichigo to be a passionate being, never afraid to fight or speak his mind, even when he had been a pet. Yet now he sat there like a handsome statue, lacking the fire he had grown accustomed to.

Ichigo numbly picked up the glass and drank deep until the wine was gone. It left a bitter aftertaste on his tongue, but he reached for the bottle to fill the glass once more. Aizen watched him, and didn't attempt to stop him or speak again. He drank, emptying the glass again. He thought of Hichigo and couldn't be angry with him. He had only acted as any Hollow would, and he had been engineered by Aizen to do so.

Ichigo chose his words delicately before he spoke. "Are you even a little bit regretful of all the pain and suffering you have caused?" Aizen's brow creased, and he didn't answer right away. He was probably expecting shouts of anger, maybe even deep sorrow, but this odd question made him take pause. "Well, are you?" Ichigo pushed.

"That's a hard question to answer completely," he said.

"Yes or no. Seems simple enough to me."

"Very well. Yes and no."

Ichigo scoffed. "You can't even give me a straight answer."

"I am not regretful for destroying Soul Society, or for keeping prisoners after the fact. I'm not regretful for keeping you, but I am regretful for any pain I have caused you, then and now."

Ichigo sighed. "My mother. Did you send the Hollow after her?"

Something flickered in Aizen's eyes before he answered. "That was unfortunate circumstance that she came across him."

"You're only telling me part of the truth," Ichigo said, frowning.

"Is that not enough for now?"

Ichigo's jaw clenched. "I should really be used to the shit by now. I've always had stuff kept from me. I hate secrets." He wearily sat back in his chair, feeling drained from holding his anger back.

"Secrets are a unfortunate necessity, Ichigo. Even if it does hurt the ones you love," Aizen said simply. "Has it changed how you feel about me?"

Ichigo's anger waned as he looked at his lover. "I don't know why, but no," he said. "I should hate you, but I don't. Though, maybe I hate myself a little for my feelings."

"Ichigo?"

"I need to get out of here to think," he said and got up. "Just don't follow me." He left Aizen to head through Las Noches, feeling a bit of deja vu. He had walked out on Aizen when he revealed to him about the Hogyoku's call. He was still troubled by that as well, but with everything that had been going on, he hadn't had much time to really think about it.

It was simple. He didn't want the Hogyoku, and he definitely didn't want the damn thing inside him. Not much unnerved him, but the thought of the Hogyoku scared him to the point of feeling ill. So much destructive power in something so small. Most of his uneasiness came from knowing the thing wanted to leave Aizen and come to him. He couldn't understand it. He didn't even think it was possible for the power filled object to even have a thought process, or what seemed like one.

In retrospect the Hogyoku was a simple matter of him saying no, or so Aizen said. This new revelation though about where Hichigo came from was embedded in his mind. He didn't hate Hichigo. He couldn't. He was part of him, so close that they could feel what the other felt, mind and body. He was tempted to disrupt the block between them to talk. He really wanted to, but something told him to keep quiet for now. Aizen probably wouldn't be pleased if he went to Grimmjow's quarters to see him, not that he much cared if he pissed his lover off at the moment, but he didn't want to cause Grimmjow any unnecessary trouble either.

Ichigo cursed in frustration and picked up the pace, heading for a exit. He had to get out of the confines of these damn bland walls for a while, even if it was outside into a equally bland and endless desert. He had yet to leave Las Noches since he was imprisoned there. Part of him was curious to find out if Aizen would come running after him, or if he would trust him enough to let him roam. He smirked a bit, feeling some of the stress leaving already. Maybe he could find a few Hollows to take down to blow off some steam. He always loved that feeling back then.

Memories of battles flooded back when he stepped out into the vast open sands on Hueco Mundo, the sky void of light. He walked along, thinking back and piecing together the events that ended up with him here in this place. He wondered if he could have done something different to change the course of the war. He felt the weight of his loss the further he wandered. He wasn't the only one fighting, but even now he felt the full responsibility of the defeat of the Shinigami and Soul Society. It didn't help he was fucking the man responsible for that defeat.

"Just my luck," he muttered to himself. He came out here to get out of his head, only to get depressed over the past again. He reached back to take hold of Zangetsu's hilt for comfort, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky. "Why can't anything ever be easy, Zangetsu?"

Life never is, Ichigo.

"Thanks for the pep talk," Ichigo said with light sarcasm as he smiled. Just hearing his voice had a calming effect.

I am here for you always.

"Good, because I need you right now," Ichigo said, walking onward to find something to take his frustration out on.

~~~

As soon as Ichigo stepped foot outside Las Noches, Aizen knew. He wasn't happy about it, but he knew he had to give his lover some space for the time being. He considered having Gin follow him, but decided against it. Ichigo would only become more angry for sending a babysitter to tail him. He didn't fear for his safety, but he was concerned he may come across some of the Shinigami that were now hidden somewhere in Hueco Mundo.

He decided to go visit the new prisoner and ask a few questions. He looked forward to conversing with Kisuke. He did admire the man's mind. After all, he was the one who created the Hogyoku. It was a shame he had not let his brilliance shine a bit more. He could have even been an ally if not for his weakness and loyalty to Soul Society.

He headed down the stones steps, the change in temperature obvious with it's chill as he neared the holding cells. He passed a few arrancar that stood guard, nodding slightly to them in greeting. It was all he offered them as he made his way down the hall to the furthest cell. It looked similar to what humans had as prisons, bars and locks, but something more powerful held the person within more securely than a simple lock. A kido spell surrounded the bars like an invisible barrier.

Urahara Kisuke sat in the middle of the cell, cuffed wrists sitting on his lap, eyes closed in a state of meditation. He seemed at peace for a man that was captured so completely. One eye cracked open and caught him standing there. He made a sound in the back of his throat, a amused grunt that matched the glint in his eye.

"Didn't take you long to come pay me a visit, Aizen."

"Common courtesy for the only prisoner I have now. Where are the others, by the way?"

"Wouldn't tell you even if I could. Our group was on the move. We never stay in one place for very long."

"Like vermin hiding in holes," Aizen said softly, pacing in front of the cell.

"You gave us little choice, Sosuke. Just because you're Lord Shit, doesn't mean all will bow down and die for you, or give up their freedom."

Aizen's pace stopped dead as he looked at Urahara with loathing. "Lord Shit?"

"Etiquette crumbles when you've lost everything and everyone you care about, Aizen. It can make a person bitter." He smiled humorlessly. "Lets spare each other the dramatics. What are you really here to ask me about?"

Aizen looked at the former Captain of Division 12. His blond hair was wild, face smeared with dirt, clothes filthy and tattered from the years of running and hiding, surviving in a world that had little to offer him. Yet even with this appearance, he was beacon of strength, power and dignity. That over anything else angered Aizen most of all. This man was not broken. He was as sharp as ever. There was something he wanted to ask, but he hesitated. It would not be wise to bring up anything about the Hogyoku's behavior, even if Kisuke did have a answer for him.

"I think I'll let you sit here and stew a while before I really get started on you, Kisuke," he said with deliberate care, eyes cold with hate.

"I'm sure you will. It was nice seeing you again, Sosuke. I truly mean that," Urahara said, closing his eyes once again to meditate. He heard silence a moment, then his footsteps retreating slowly back down the hallway where he came from. Aizen was losing his touch, or he was just easier to read now that he had his precious kingdom. Something was bothering him, that much Urahara could tell, and it was more than escaped prisoners that plagued his mind. Urahara wasn't ashamed to take great joy or advantage of it.

~~~

Grimmjow lay next to Hichigo, hand absently rubbing over his ass while he slept beside him. The Hollow lay on his belly, muttering in his sleep, soft incoherent words. He squirmed with the touch, settling again with a happy sigh. Grimmjow wondered what he was dreaming about, or maybe he just knew Ichigo was outside the walls and reacting to it. He had been tempted to follow his reiatsu himself when he felt him go, but thought of Aizen's warning. He wasn't afraid of the bastard, but they all needed to be cautious. He didn't even have a way of knowing when and if Urahara would free the zanpakuto. As he lay there, the fool was being held in the prison below.

For now all they could do was wait and see what the Shinigami had up his sleeve, and he still wasn't completely comfortable about Gin. Nothing to be done for it now. Maybe he could head down to the prison himself and speak to Urahara, but he had a feeling he would be forbidden to get near him. Aizen would make sure of that. He hated feeling useless, and he sure as fuck hated feeling helpless. He wasn't the type to feel weak in any way, but this situation was trying his patience, which he had little of to begin with.

Hichigo shifted on the bed, yellow eyes cracking open to look at him. "Ichigo is out killing Hollows," he said. "It's making him feel better."

"He talking to you?"

"Mn, no. He let the block down some and I can get bits of emotion and thought from him. He's not happy with Aizen right now."

"Good. Maybe he'll wake the fuck up out of this bullshit."

"You're mad at Ichigo?"

"..I don't know. Before, this whole thing with Aizen was this big ruse, but he actually loves the fucker. How can he say he feels the same for me or you?"

"I'm part of him and I can't understand it. I stopped trying to, but I'm not going to stop trying to talk sense into him." He sat up and pushed closer against his side. "Don't worry, he does love us. I can feel that too."

Grimmjow's fingers ran over his chest, caressing over the ivory skin, the feel of it supple over tight muscle. He hungered for Ichigo, but Hichigo was quickly becoming like a drug. At first the resemblance attracted him, but he was realizing there was more to it than that. He and Ichigo were connected, yes, but they were separate entities. Hichigo was more playful with his odd kind of humor. He was smirking most of the time like he could laugh in the face of anything. That and he was a smart ass with a tongue that was as sharp as a blade.

"Falling in love with me or something?" Hichigo said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you," he grunted in response.

"Oh yeah, you like doing that, don't ya, Kitten?" Hichigo straddled his body, pinning his wrists down on the bed. "From the feel of that rod between your legs you're ready to have another go at my ass."

Grimmjow shifted his hips under Hichigo, cock brushing over his entrance that was still slick from their recent activity. The damn Hollow teased him, lifting his ass up and away from his searching groin, laughing when he cursed him for it. He pushed against the hold on his wrists and twisted his body to knock Hichigo over on his side. He didn't struggle much, not when he wanted to be fucked as much as Grimmjow wanted him. He savored the pained pleasure on Hichigo's face when he pushed roughly into him, groaning with his own enjoyment.

"What did I tell you about calling me Kitten?" he panted harshly, hips gyrating wildly atop him.

"You love it," he answered smugly. His hands lowered, gripping his ass, nails biting into heated flesh. "Just don't stop." His legs slide up the sides of Grimmjow's body, back arching when the pleasure increased. It was happening too fast, the build up to a powerful release. The blue haired bastard was hitting just the right spot and the newly formed smirk on his face proved that he knew just what he was doing.

"Don't worry, I still won't stop after you come," Grimmjow muttered between gasps.

"Dirty bastard," Hichigo groaned out, hips working just as rough and eager. His body stiffened with the release, his cry of pleasure strained. Grimmjow chuckled when he felt his cock spasm and the warm spill of his release hit his stomach. His laughter didn't last when a gash suddenly appeared along his ribs, the blood splashing over the sheets. Hichigo grit his teeth with a sharp curse.

"What the fuck?!" Grimmjow shouted and stilled his hips, grabbing the bunched up sheet to press against his side.

"It's okay," Hichigo half groaned and laughed. "Dammit."

"It's Ichigo? What happened?!" Hichigo's eyes went hazy for a moment and he panicked, shaking him until his eyes focused on him again. "Hey, talk to me!"

"He's okay. Just a slight slip up."

"That shit isn't funny, dammit!"

"He's fine, I swear. He said so, and I feel great." Grimmjow frowned at him. "I promise. We both weren't paying attention and our block crumbled. He was fighting and I was getting drilled, no big deal." He lost it, laughing so hard his eyes watered. "He felt... the money shot ...and lost his concentration, " he said through breathless laughter.

"Fuck." Grimmjow moved off him and took a breath, his own arousal withered from his worry. "He's okay though?"

"Yeah," he answered, laughter dying down a little, reaching out to touch the jawbone on his face. "Nothing more than a scrape and a wet crotch." He dissolved into laughter again. Grimmjow tried not to join in his amusement, but lost the battle. "That's better," Hichigo said and sat up to kiss him soft. The sheet slipped off his side and Grimmjow looked to see it was, in fact, not that deep. "See? All good."

Grimmjow leaned and kissed soft around the wound. "I don't want to lose him..., or you," he whispered. The reality of it possibly happening hit Grimmjow hard and he took Hichigo in his arms, imagining he was holding them both. "Can he feel this?"

"Yeah," Hichigo answered without any trace of laughter left in his voice, arms holding him close.
AN: Another chapter posted in a reasonable amount of time. :D I touched a bit on the story in the manga about Ichigo's mom and Hichigo, but still I decided not to mention the whole, "she was a Quincy", thing. In fact, if Ichigo finds that out, it will be after the end of the story. Just don't see the point in adding that in the storyline. I did start writing this story before that was revealed anyway, but between you and me, I always suspected him mom was special in some way, so I wasn't shocked by the revelation.

Just felt like adding a little bit of humor in the last section of the chapter, because honestly it's needed sometimes. Besides, future chapters might upset some of my readers depending on how the story goes. Might as well lighten things up while I can.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

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