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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 35

"Get him to talk. Do what you know you have to. Lies or truth, it doesn't matter for now. I just want to know what he says."

Aizen's instructions stuck with Uryu as he left the throne room to go to the cell where Urahara was being held. He was calm as he walked through the bland stone hallways, his eyes looking only forward. His attire was that of a proper Quincy, white as snow, cape fluttering lightly with each step he took. His cross hung from his wrist, it's shine brilliant when the light from the windows he passed struck the silver. His hair, that now hung to his shoulders, was tied back, his long bangs a soft, black fall along the ivory skin of his jawline.

The arrancar he saw gave him more than a glance. Some even nodded in acknowledgement with a whisper of a smile. His new found freedom, as practically nonexistent as it felt, had gained him the ability to move about Las Noches as he wished. The story of how he killed Mayuri had spread like a fire, and it was easy to see those around him were amused, and even appreciative of the fact. Not one of them had a liking for the now dead scientist, but none of that mattered to Uryu. He hadn't killed him for them. He had done it for Nemu, Orihime and himself.

Trust was a hard pill to swallow in this land of shadow, inside these stone walls, locked in with the enemy all around him. No, he couldn't put any faith in these arrancar, not when they were part of the reason for the loss of the war. He wasn't Ichigo. His expression hardened. Ichigo wasn't really himself anymore either. The time here had changed them all, but Ichigo more than any. There was a coldness within him, but it was like he wasn't even aware of it. The sharpness of his eyes, and the set of his lips when he smiled, like something sinister was behind a mask of happiness. Uryu hoped his worry was unfounded, but he had to focus on his own problems for now.

The large arrancar, that was guarding the downward stairway, stepped aside as he approached, most likely instructed by Aizen to do so. Uryu descended, getting the same treatment from the other two guards that lingered in the corridor of empty cells. They both stepped aside, silent as they watched him approach the last one. Uryu expected that they would both stay and listen to what was said. A little extra security for Lord Aizen to make sure his new pet Quincy would do the job he was given.

"Uryu?"

Uryu stopped short of reaching the cell, still out of Urahara's sight. His voice hadn't changed. There was an amusement to it, carefree in it's tone, just with one utter of his name. His calm threatened to leave him in that moment as he stood still. He couldn't turn back now, and he wouldn't risk Orihime if Aizen were to decide to go through with his threat. She and the baby meant everything now. He would do what he had to and more if that's what it took to keep them safe.

"Yes, it's me," he answered firmly and moved to stand before him. The shinigami sat in the middle of the floor, clothes tattered, hair wild, face dirty, yet he smiled brightly as if he were sitting in that silly shop he used to run instead of a prison.

"It's good to see you are as well as Ichigo."

"That wasn't the case until recently," Uryu answered numbly.

"I see." His smile lessened. "I'm sorry for what you must have endured."

"Would you like to know what happened to me?"

"Uryu, you don't have to tell me that."

"Oh, I should." A humorless smile crossed his lips. "You know the result of the war. We lost. I was injured like most, lost, in pain, defeated." He leaned against the wall, watching him as he spoke. "I was dragged into this place. At the time it was so surreal. I was confused as to why I was still alive. I mean, why keep any of us alive? I saw a few others in chains being taken somewhere too, but not where I was going. No, I was going to a special place inside Las Noches. I kept asking the two arrancar that had me where they were taking me and why, but they were like stone walls. Their indifference was worse than if they had beaten me into silence."

Urahara's smile had vanished completely. "I see I really got your attention now." He stepped closer to the bars and sat much like Urahara was, laying his hands on his lap so his cross was in plain sight. "I got my answer soon enough. They brought me into this...horrific looking room, a lab. I heard his voice before I saw him. Mayuri Kurotsuchi was pleased to be getting his new lab rat."

"Uryu.."

"No! I want you to hear what that psychopath did to me." He stared into Urahara's eyes through the bars. "He healed me," Uryu said with a bitter laugh. "And when he was done, he stripped me down, strapped me to a table and proceeded to tell me I was his. That Aizen gave me to him as a reward for helping his cause. He experimented different ways. Injecting me with things. Putting needles in my flesh. Cutting me, observing me, then having me healed to do it all over again. I'd lose my voice sometimes from all the screaming. I tried. I really tried not to, but the pain was too much. My screams always made his smile that much more sadistic."

"I'm sorry, Uryu."

"Oh, I'm not done yet," Uryu said, raising his hand to quiet the shinigami. "When he wasn't experimenting, he was humiliating me, touching me, raping me. It was the worst though when he would drug me with aphrodisiacs. Raping me wasn't enough. Sometimes he wanted me to..climax for him, like it enhanced his power trip over me. I hated him the most at those times, that he could get that out of me with a simple injection of drugs."

Urahara didn't interrupt again, catching on that he had to just listen, knowing that apologizing over and over would be meaningless. "Then there was Nemu. She assisted him, but she really had no choice but to. I didn't see that until far later. She wanted to help me, didn't enjoy or condone what her father was doing. Well, I won't go into it, but he caught on to her and she paid a heavy price. She didn't deserve it." He took a breath and closed his eyes. "I won't bore you anymore with details, but an opportunity came to me. I gained strength back, just enough to do what needed to be done. I killed him. The look in his eyes when I stabbed him through the head wasn't enough to satisfy me for all that he had done, but it was a fucking start."

Uryu stood back up, looking down at the man that he had never really understood. "Can you tell me why?"

Urahara tilted his head back to look up at him. "Why?"

"Yes. Why did any of you trust Mayuri? I mean, I understand how Aizen tricked you all, but Mayuri was never secretive about his madness."

"I'm not sure any answer I give would satisfy you. Perhaps I'm the one you should put the most blame on for that."

"What do you mean?" Uryu asked.

"I was the Captain of Division 12 over one-hundred years ago. At the time, Kurotsuchi was a prisoner in the Maggots Nest. It was a prison where we held criminal in Seireitei. I knew of his genius and I got him released to help run Research and Development." He spoke soft as if Uryu would shatter with his confession. "I knew he was odd, but I did not know he would turn out to be something worse, Uryu. If you want to have someone to blame for the torment you have experienced, well, I'm sitting right here. Ironically, in a cell not much different than what he was in."

"I should blame you, but I can't bring myself to do it. Mayuri wasn't the one that started the war. Aizen has that honor."

"I suppose so," Urahara said, looking regretful.

Uryu suspected there was more to it, but he wasn't there to ask about the past. It was time to get to the here and now. "Urahara, are you here for a reason?" His eyes went soft as he asked. "If it's something... Is it something I can help with?" he asked, lowering his voice. "I have a little more freedom than I did before, all because Ichigo spoke on my behalf after I killed Mayuri."

"I'm a prisoner here, Uryu. What do you think I'll accomplish sitting in this cell?"

Uryu sighed. "I remember how clever you can be, Urahara. You always had some kind of ace up your sleeve."

"Used to, yes. Things have changed dramatically as you can see." Urahara said with a shrug of his shoulder.

"I don't believe that," Uryu said insistently, kneeling down to Urahara's level to face him. "Just tell me. Tell me I'm not wrong."

"I wish I could help you, Uryu." He shook his head, a look of disappointment on his face. Uryu knew why before he even said it. "Aizen is using you, isn't he?"

Uryu's jaw clenched as he stood and looked away from him, locking eyes with one of the arrancar that had moved in closer to watch and listen to their exchange. "Can the barrier around the bars be taken down?"

"Depends on why you want them down, Ishida," he answered with more respect than he expected from him. "Aizen wouldn't like it if you did something unwise."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to rally an escape. I just need to get him to understand." He looked back at Urahara, and thought of Orihime and the baby. This was for their protection. He had to keep telling himself that.

"Very well." The guard removed the ward around the bars, not with kido, but with a hidden switch along the wall. He moved to the front of the cell and disengaged the lock and moved aside for Uryu with a nod.

Urahara watched him curiously, unmoving from where he sat as Uryu stepped into the cell. "Kisuke, please. Tell me why you're here. You have to tell me something, anything. We both know you weren't captured. You're too smart for that. So please, give me something to tell Aizen," he said, voice pleading in tone.

"I can't do that, Uryu." His expression was soft with pity. Pity he didn't need. He needed an answer.

"Why can't you make this easy on both of us?" Playing the innocent wasn't going to work, he could see that, and he wasn't going to mention Orihime and the baby. They didn't need to be brought into this atrocity that he was about to do.

"I can't make it any easier than I already am. I haven't seen you in some time, but I can see you've grown more mature than your years. I also see this isn't you right now."

"I'm what I have to be," he muttered and nodded to the guard. "Hold him down." The guard complied and entered the cell, shoving Urahara forward and flat on the floor to pin his legs. Uryu moved in a swift motion, pressing his knee into the middle of his back, yanking one of his arms behind him. The blond didn't make so much as a sound, head turned to look at Uryu as well as he could in his position. "I'll ask again. Why are you here?" he said, surprising himself with how even and cool his voice was.

"I was captured by Gin, of course," he answered calmly. "I would think that is common knowledge." He stared at him, not a shred of fear present. "Uryu, I don't know why this is so important to you, but is it worth this?"

Uryu could not let himself answer that. Instead he reached inside his coat and pulled a long metal needle from the inside pocket. The width of it like a pen, the length of a forearm with a end that came to a sharp point. The other end had a long rectangular grip that felt far too comfortable in his hand. It had been one of Mayuri's favorite toys to use on him, and now he was about to use it on a man that didn't deserve it any more than he had. It's for Orihime. It's for the baby.

"I was tortured a number of times, too many to count, sometimes with a instrument just like this," he said, voice steady, yet eyes pleading for Urahara to change his mind. "I know how to use this, and I know what hurts." Uryu pinned Urahara's arm down against his prone back, wrist exposed. "Why are you here?" Urahara pressed his lips together, and motioned no with a soft shake of his head against the floor where he lay.

"Looks like he doesn't want to talk at all now," the arrancar said. Uryu didn't even know his name.

"I guess not," Uryu answered the nameless arrancar and pressed the needle against the flesh of Urahara's wrist and pushed, twisting the needle deep. He didn't scream at first, but when he did, Uryu wished he could block it out.

~~~

Kido spells were shouted sharp like sword strikes, their directions scattered throughout the cavern they currently occupied. They were training as well as they could without the zanpakuto. Isshin wandered amongst them to observe, Engetsu sheathed against his back. He almost felt guilty for still having what they all desperately wanted returned to them. Days passed with no word. They had no way of knowing if Urahara was close to freeing them, or if he still lived at all.

"Concentrate!"

"I am!" Isshin approached the two to watch what the fuss was, arms folded with a smile on his face. Rukia was in a sparring position across from Renji. "Just give me a few breaths and maybe I can do this to your satisfaction!" he yelled at her.

"In a battle you aren't going to have a few breaths, Renji."

"Something I can help with?" Isshin asked.

"No, it's fine," Renji said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Doesn't seem to be."

"Renji has trouble with kido," Rukia said, relaxing her stance. Renji huffed a cursed. "Well, it's true," she insisted to him, ignoring his seething glare.

"It's not that bad. Maybe a little touch and go, but I can do it."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Not everyone masters kido," Isshin said.

"I know, but I was always bottom of the class for it at the Academy. At least I know how. Ichigo never even learned one since I've known him," Renji said and looked more pleased with himself, losing his smile just as quickly as it had come. "Isshin, I'm sorry. I meant no disrespect to your son."

"I know, it's alright. I'm aware of how you always threw jabs at each other. Good friends always do in my opinion." He looked around at all the training going on around them. "I should have told him about his heritage and what it meant before he even met you Rukia. Maybe things would have turned out different."

"Maybe," she agreed, "but I'll never regret meeting him."

Isshin touched her shoulder and smiled. "I know, but enough about that. We might have to start coming up with a plan B," he said, getting serious.

"Urahara's plan seemed crazy at the time, but it's all we had," Renji said. "What do you think we should do?"

"Maybe something more crazy and unexpected," he said in thought. "Grimmjow did say most the arrancar didn't want to keep following Aizen. If we did a full on attack, maybe they would join us and in the confusion we could get to the zanpakuto."

"Seems pretty risky," Renji said, "and I'm still not one-hundred percent trusting of Gin. For all we know he told Aizen everything as soon as he got Grimmjow and Urahara there."

"No, I don't believe he did," Isshin said. "I could see how much he hates Aizen as much as any of us."

"Then why did he join team Aizen to begin with?" Renji said, sounding unconvinced.

Isshin looked through the crowd of training shinigami and spotted Rangiku sparring with Hisagi, hard determination in her movements. "He had his reason," he said simply, "even if it wasn't exactly the right way to go about it."

Renji didn't answer, but his eyes widened as he looked past Isshin. He turned to see what had caught his eye and saw Nel walking their way, a child no more, but a woman. She was unaware of the looks she was getting, or she was just ignoring the attention. Either way, she just smiled and she approached them. Isshin could understand their surprise. She had yet to change form like this since they met up with their large group.

"Karin said you were watching over the training," she said as she stopped before him.

He smiled and gave her hug. "When did it happen?"

"Not long ago. Karin and Yuzu were playing a game with me. Hopscotch I think they called it. I was jumping along and.." She snapped her fingers. "Well, you know how it happens." She took his hands in hers. "I'd like to help."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Nel. You could change back at any time, you know that."

"There's no need to worry about that now. The change felt different this time, like something final. It's hard to explain, but trust me, I know it to be true."

"Urahara did say your change was becoming more frequent and powerful. I guess you'd know your own body more than anyone else," he said, feeling a slight pang of sadness mixed with pride. She was like a daughter to him after all. "If you're sure, then I can't say no."

"Isshin, little explanation here?" Renji said.

"Renji, right? And Rukia?" She looked at the two of them. "I remember you both. You came here not long after Itsygo...." She laughed at herself, the sound light with amusement. "Ichigo, I mean."

"That's us," Rukia said. "I remember you being really attached to him," she added.

"I suppose I was. He was like a big brother that was taking care of me," she said with fondness. "I helped as much as I could back then, but it wasn't enough. I want to help now."

"The more help the better, but how exactly did you grow like that?" Renji said, watching her as if she might shrink again before his eyes.

"Short story. The espada Nnoitra Gilga hated me for being stronger than him, so he injured me in a cowardly way, and I turned into what you saw me as. He's dead now so none of that matters," she said, her attitude to the point of the matter. She looked back to Isshin. "How long are we going to wait for Urahara?"

"I don't know, but I don't think we can much longer," he answered, and the bad feeling he was having intensified.

~~~

Uryu felt like he was walking through a nightmare as he went back towards the throne room to report to Aizen. Everything felt still, like Las Noches itself was frozen in time. Yet Urahara's screams stayed with him, and his head ached from it. His stomach was in knots, churning to the point of being ill. He staggered to a corner, retching and coughing, wishing something would come up to ease the sick feeling, but all he could do was dry heave pitifully as he stood bent over, hands on the wall to keep him steady.

He didn't notice the blood that was still on his hands or the smears he left on the stone as he retreated back down the corridor to where he knew Aizen was waiting. He picked up his pace as he turned a corner and ran chest first into Grimmjow. The espada grabbed him before he could fall over. Uryu muttered an apology, pushing by to be on his way. He heard Grimmjow call after him, but kept going, not looking back. If he had, he would have seen Grimmjow's sudden concern and his quick steps in the opposite direction. Aizen was already smiling when he pushed open the door and entered.

"Uryu, come and sit." He motioned to the seat beside his throne. He did as he was bid to, like a dog obeying his master. He stared down at his hands, the blood cooling and sticky. He felt sick all over again and swallowed thickly as he closed his eyes, waiting to wake up and find it had just been a bad dream. "You poor thing, you look exhausted," Aizen said. "Here, you should drink some wine. It will relax you." Uryu heard the liquid being poured and gripped the glass when Aizen pushed it into his hand. "Now, what do you have to tell me?"

Uryu drank the wine without tasting it. "He said that he let himself be captured so he could get inside your stone palace and piss all over it's walls. He said he wanted to be here when your perfect world crumbles and you fall with it."

Aizen's responsive laugh was the stuff of true madness. His head lay back on this throne, face red, eyes watering and wide. Uryu looked away quickly as if he might catch his insanity. He already felt halfway there after what he had done. He stared down at his bloodstained hands that held the empty wine glass and waited until his hysterical laughter died down before he spoke up again.

"He said something else."

Aizen was still chuckling as he poured more wine in his glass. "Do tell."

"If you want more answers out of him, come and get them yourself, and that he knows you want to ask him much more than you were letting on before when you paid him a visit."

Aizen took a drink and shook his head. "Clever man. Amusing and infuriating as well. Not complete truth, but it will do for now." He looked at Uryu and smiled. "You did well. From the look of you, it appears you really went the extra mile." He sighed as he stood from his throne. "You have blood on your nice white clothes too."

Uryu looked at his clothes and wanted to vomit again when he saw spots of Urahara's blood splashed from his jacket to his pants. How had he not noticed? He gasped when Aizen, without warning, splashed him with red wine. "What are you doing?"

"Oh look, you spilled wine on yourself," Aizen said with a tsk. "You should strip out of those."

"What?!"

Aizen cupped his chin. "Don't worry yourself, Uryu. You don't want to go back to your sweet lady covered in blood, now do you? Now you can tell her how clumsy you were by spilling wine on yourself, and Lord Aizen was nice enough to let you use one of his private baths and give you fresh clothes."

"Oh," was all he could utter. He felt small when Aizen patted his cheek before he stepped back to give him room to move.

"Well, go on then, take your clothes off." He stood there watching him expectantly. Uryu stood and felt the familiar humiliation building as he took his soiled clothes off. He avoided looking at Aizen, but he could feel his stare like a cold caress. "There we are. I see you obeyed me about your piercings."

"Yes." What else was there to say? He shivered even though the room was warm.

"Let's take care of those," Aizen said and moved close by him. Uryu flinched when his hands moved for his chest, but he didn't back away. He knew what would anger the man. He removed the nipple rings first, then reached lower to grab him manhood. Uryu bit his tongue when his cool hand gripped him. He felt the piercing being pulled out with a soft tug, grateful and sickened at once. "You won't need these anymore. Now, go on and wash. The bathroom is right through that door." He pointed and sat back on his throne without so much as another look at him.

"Thank you," Uryu whispered and rushed to the bathroom as if he could not get there fast enough. Aizen's amused chuckle was silenced when he shut the door, but even in the quiet of the bathroom, he could still hear it's manic melody like a song stuck in his mind.

AN: Hey all and Merry Christmas. Wow, another year has zipped by really fast. And another year with this story not finished. *sighs* Was hoping to get it done, but stuff happens.

I guess no one was expecting Uryu to do that. I didn't even expect it when I went into this chapter. I felt bad even writing it because I knew it would kill him inside, but desperation can make the nicest people do the most horrible things. It could have been worse. I could have written out the entire scene, but decided to cut it there. Just as a note too, Urahara doesn't blame him or even hate Uryu for what he did. The man isn't stupid. He knows Uryu had a reason for going to that extreme, even if he doesn't know exactly what it is.

And on to real life, I have been having a lot of health issues this past year. I'll just leave it at that. Because of that, I am removing three unfinished stories that I haven't added chapters to in years. I will keep copies in my own files in case I ever decide to finish, or even rewrite these stories, but I won't make any promises. These stories are...

Gateways: (Sequel to Redheaded Stranger , Final Fantasy fandom *crossover fic from a few of the FF games, but mostly involves Reno from FF7)

Ultimecia's Return: (Final Fantasy 8 fic. One of the first stories I actually started with when I first started writing fan fiction. Don't know why I never finished, I had even did rewrites on it at one point)

Chained Heart: (Death Note Light/L fic)

And those are the three stories that will most likely never see the light of day again, but who knows, maybe I'll get a bug up my ass to finish them one day, but until then I am going to keep focus and only update these stories..

This story, Prisoner of War.

Undisclosed Devotion: My Ichigo/Uryu yaoi fic. http://bleach.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600012825

Wash Away My Sins: My Amnesia, the Dark Descent yaoi/horror fic. http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600088093

Well, that's all for now. Hope everyone is still reading this thing. And again, Merry Christmas.
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