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Breaking a Butterfly	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5959 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cloud of Anger

　

H�tsu�s more indifferent use of him lasted for one day, and only that one day. In a steady pattern the more vindictive Alpha he had come to expect surfaced in the form of increasingly violent matings. Szayel did everything he could think of to appease H�tsu, from begging to be taken to offering the Arrancar oral pleasure upon their awakening, but nothing he did seemed to curb the violence in any way. Finally he concluded that he was not the reason for H�tsu regression, but rather something else that must have been going on in the outside world; something to do with Ichigo perhaps. He was just the outlet for his Alpha�s anger and frustrations.

H�tsu at least didn�t starve him as much, although he did torment him by leaving what dinner he did bring home in the corner at lunch so he would have to stare at it while he was strictly ordered to remain on the slab unless if he wanted his legs broken. As such he had the shower just right there out of reach tormenting his narcissistic nature. It was just silent proof that H�tsu was as exceptional in mental torture as he was physical. The biggest torment of all though was, ironically, one he had originally thought of as a saving grace.

With no stimulation outside of H�tsu mating him before either leaving again or sleeping, he had nothing else to entertain him short of his scientific journal. He entered into it dutifully every day and read his previous entries to help stimulate his mind. As he read those previous entries he felt tears run down his face as he was reminded of the cruel hand he had been dealt, especially every time he read the little sub notes that compared his relationship with H�tsu to the one he had observed between Grimmjow and Ichigo or his first mating.

He had many speculations about why H�tsu was so aggressive, his current running theory was that H�tsu was only part of a soul and as such only had part of the emotions and mind, resulting in an unbalanced behaviour. Reasoning and compassion (yes hollows did have compassion but it was in very small dosses and very rare in most) were two such things H�tsu was clearly deprived of. He was basically the living embodiment of anger, revenge, violence and the need to dominate.

Szayel came to the conclusion that, even if he�d had no past history with H�tsu, even if he hadn�t been the one to split them all apart, H�tsu would still basically be treating him exactly the same way. It was a very unpleasant thought.

He felt his stomach twinge in pain and felt a flash of fear race through him before he recognized the pain as one of his lacerations pulling and not that of the early signs of miscarriage. H�tsu threat to �fuck him until his corpse stopped moving� had been reiterated daily for the last four days and he still firmly believed that his Alpha was not lying. If he lost this young it would be a very painful and slow death that would be visited upon him. He was doing everything he could to keep the young alive, but H�tsu seemed to be doing everything he could to slowly kill it!

He was weak, far weaker than he should be, and his ribs were stating to show more than they should as he was slightly starved. He really wished H�tsu would mate him less, or at least actually feed him enough to heal the damages wrought to his body during each violent mating.

With nothing to do, and H�tsu having just left for his second hunt of the day after yet another painful mating, Szayel pulled his book over, hugging it to his chest briefly before opening it and reading from the beginning. There was a very clear pattern to H�tsu�s behaviour broken only by the odd event; such as the miscarriages or when he had offered himself the first time. He had tried to keep offering himself, for H�tsu had been considerably less violent that day, but it seemed to have no effect on the actual violence of the mating and only served to puff out H�tsu�s pride. He had stopped yesterday when three days of whimpering and begging yielded no effects and H�tsu hadn�t said anything about the lack of it this morning when he had simply remained silent, minus the usually whimpers of pain that were inevitably torn from his throat while his Alpha took him.

Tears rolled down his face and splashed on several of the pages, but he hardly noticed them as he flipped through the pages until he reached the end. Picking up his pen he leaned against the wall and began to fill in more of his personal notes, which were growing far larger than his scientific ones as the research book was becoming more of a diary and less of a scientific document.

He wrote his thoughts down, and it did make him feel slightly better, but it never lasted for long. He felt H�tsu reitasu returning, the anger in it palatable and despite himself his body shivered in fright, making his last set of Kanji look anything but professional but still clear enough to read. He reviewed them before putting the book away, a few more tears splashing on the page.

I must confess that my deception of being the submissive, broken, meek Beta that my Alpha clearly desired in order to appease him has cease being an act.

He curled up in the corner, shivering in fright as he awaited whatever fate H�tsu had planned for him today. He so badly wanted to close his eyes, but fear of a worse beating forced them to stay open.

H�tsu stormed into the room in a fine fury and Szayel flinched as if he had been physically slapped. He honestly expected to be grabbed and taken, but H�tsu just snarled and snapped as he paced back and forth in a right royal froth. His Alpha was growling something under his breath and Szayel was only able to make out some of the words.

�remerging� and �weakening� were the two that really stood out and in a sudden shock of understand Szayel realized what was going on, why H�tsu was in such a froth. In fact, now that he forced the addle out of his brain long enough to study his Alpha, he realized that H�tsu�s reiatsu was becoming unstable.

�Sweet Kami, no wonder he is furious! If he wants to survive he is gong to have to remerge with Kurosaki and Zangetsu soon, meaning he will lose his physical body.�

Szayel had no idea how he felt about such a notion. On one side H�tsu would no longer be able to hurt him. On the other he would not survive long without an Alpha to care for him and he had no idea if Ichigo would take him in as an Omega or simply chase him off. There was no telling what Grimmjow would do either. Ichigo and H�tsu were technically the same person and it was a very rare Beta that stood their Alpha having more than one mate at a time. In his current state Grimmjow would eat him alive; for he had no doubt that the other Arrancar had long since laid his egg and was on the strong road of recovery.

There was the chance Grimmjow would ignore him since it was H�tsu who was his Alpha and not Ichigo (both, while very similar, did have slightly different tasting reiatsu), and from what he knew of Ichigo the teen was unlikely to chase him off when he was in obvious need of assistance. He had watched the footage of Ichigo, not only defending and caring for Nel, but also defending Grimmjow from Nnoitra, and there had been no love lost between them at that point in their relationship.

His thoughts were ground to a halt as H�tsu finally stopped pacing and turned those furious golden eyes his way. He let out a whimper and huddled in his corner on the slab, trying to look as meek and defenceless as he could and positively trembling in terror; none of which was faked or forced. He was honestly terrified. What if H�tsu decided to kill him now instead of seeing how Ichigo would handle this? Hollows did have that little annoying habit of destroying things they could not have to stop others from having it.

�Hands and knees, now,� H�tsu snapped at him as he disrobed and approached.

His trembling body obeyed and he felt a slight easing of concern. This position hurt the least, minus the pressure exerted on his damaged left hand. H�tsu mounted him and thrust into his unprepared passage was a single, brutal thrust that tore up more of his insides. He let out a loud whimper of pain and clenched his right hands, his left didn�t move that way anymore.

H�tsu thrust into him aggressively and claws tore up his back and thighs, leaving deep lacerations that bled immediately and earned shock cries of pain out of him. A hand tangled in his hair and pulled his head back sharply, eliciting another cry of pain as his neck was wrenched. Teeth tore into his neck and he felt pain flare across his back as his body was forced to arch backwards and he swore he felt the bones in his left hand shift as he was forced to put pressure upon his damaged wrist.

H�tsu held him in that very painful position as the mating continued. A much as it put his back and neck into blistering agony it was at least sparing his body from any further real damage since one set of claws was tangled in his hair and the other set was dug deeply into his hip to hold him still.

He felt H�tsu convulse, and each convulsion forced a sharp agony over his own body as his back and neck was jerked with them. He could feel the fresh blood and cum run down his thighs as H�tsu pulled out of him and let the last two spurts splash across his thighs and rear.

�Remember who you belong to pet, and that I can do this to you at any time,� H�tsu snarled in his ear before suddenly withdrawing.

Szayel remained on his hand (he lifted the left one up the moment he could to alleviate the pressure and agonizing pain) and knees, stunned for a moment as he desperately sucked in air and tried to bring his trembling under control.

He heard H�tsu showering and truly wished that he would be permitted to take one as well. Breathing and the majority of his trembling under control, he darted back to his corner to tremble, hoping that this was a sign H�tsu was done with him for now.

It seemed to be for when H�tsu remerged from the bathroom less than five minutes later he had a wide grin on his face as if he had never been furious. Instead of approaching Szayel though, he dressed and sauntered out into the hallway, leaving the door ajar. H�tsu never left the door ajar.

Szayel forced himself to take calming breaths and concentrate. It was hard to do when he was so weak and still terrified, but he finally figure out why H�tsu had left. Ichigo was approaching, and judging by the feel of the teens reiatsu, he was pissed. This did little to make him feel better. If Ichigo was mad enough, if H�tsu hadn�t had permission to breed, than it could be Ichigo who ended his life. A pack�s Alpha who caught others breeding when he didn�t wish it often punished the insolent member by killing the Beta. Or, on rare occasions, taking the Beta for himself if he didn�t have one and killing the offspring once it was laid before mating the Beta himself.

There was a commotion in the hallway that sounded like fighting and he let out an involuntary whimper. He could tell they were speaking but he couldn�t make out the words. Than the door was suddenly kicked open, causing his eyes to jerk towards the door to see who it was.

Ichigo stood framed in the door in his full Shinigami uniform, a look of rage in the teen�s eyes. He quickly averted his eyes and waited with baited breath to learn of his fate. His body trembled as the seconds ticked by, each one feeling like a millennia; as if Kurotsuchi�s drug had somehow managed to infect him again.

�He�s a pretty pet, isn�t he,� H�tsu purred as the hollow also appeared in the doorway, being the first to break the silence.

The rage that come off of Ichigo at that statement caused him to flinch, but at least so far the rage was not being directed towards him. Still, he shuffled closer to the corner and curled up to protect as much of his body as he could. His trembling somehow managed to increase until he was shaking so hard it was a wonder the slab wasn�t vibrating as well. He was so wrapped up in his terror that he didn�t even notice H�tsu suddenly disappearing and Ichigo�s reiatsu temporarily surging.

�Can you walk?� Ichigo asked softly.

Szayel stared up at Ichigo in confusion at the question, having not been expecting to be addressed, before he gave a soft nod of his head in answer. He was hurting pretty bad, but he should be able to walk, and if Ichigo wanted him to walk than it was very unlikely that the teen planned on killing him. Somehow it seemed fate was finally taking pity on him and, if he read Ichigo right, the teen planned on taking him in as an Omega, the best possibly fate he could have wished for. Ichigo�s next words confirmed his budding hope.

�I am going to take you back to my den, you know where it is right?�

He nodded his head, too stunned to speak and not trusting his voice anyhow. Perhaps he was dreaming, because there was no way the dice were finally rolling in his favour.

�Do you think you can make it that far?�

Szayel cocked his head to the side as considered the distance verses the shape of his body. It was going to be stretching it to travel that far in his condition and he answered honestly.

�I don�t know.�

�I can carry you the rest of the way if need be, I would now but I can tell you have not had much chance to use any of your muscles lately and the exercise is sorely needed,�

Szayel understood what the teen was telling him. He had been confined to the slab for many days now and even before that he hadn�t had much exercise. A lot of his muscles had ceased up and the walk would help loosen them. It would also give him time to come to terms with the sudden change in his routine, and plan on just how he was going to handle meeting Grimmjow. He prayed the former Espada would be in a reasonable mood.

He slowly uncurled from his protective ball and blinked in shock when Ichigo actually handed him his kosodo. Szayel stared at it in confusion for a moment before he realized that yes, he was actually being given clothing to wear. He slowly accepting the offered cloth, least this just be another ploy to torment him, but Ichigo never pulled it away or made any other motion to indicate this was going to become some sort of game. He pulled the black kosodo on slowly, mindful of his various injuries and wincing in pain as many of the lacerations across his back and shoulders were pulled with the action.

Ichigo stepped back to give Szayel room to stand up, and he took the invitation to begin his slow journey off of the slab he had been confined to for days. He froze half way through the journey when he noticed that Ichigo was flipping through his Scientific Journal/diary. Please tell him the teen didn�t plan on taking it away, or worse, destroying it! He needed that little piece of sanity.

Ichigo noticed his interest and handed the book over without a word or any form of taunting. He clutched it to his chest like a life line, the only small thing that had kept him sane. He finished getting off of the slab and stood waiting for further instructions.

�Come on. Once we make it back to the den you can get something to eat,� Ichigo paused for a moment, �real food and cleaned up.�

Real food! And the promise of possibly being permitted to take a shower or maybe, just maybe if this truly was his liberation, a bath! He must be dreaming, but the real pain that was coursing through his body as his injuries were irritated spoke otherwise. He followed Ichigo in a daze, expecting to wake up at any minute, but no such event occurred and he could feel himself wane in strength as they walked.

Szayel desperately hoped that Grimmjow was in a good mode and that Ichigo was a very strong Alpha if he wasn�t. So far Ichigo seemed caring enough, humans were often odd that way, but there was still no telling how Grimmjow was going to treat him. He was going to be on the bottom of this small pack and if Grimmjow wanted to torture him he could, providing Ichigo let it go.

He didn�t think the teen would. H�tsu may have been a part of the hybrid, but every ounce of data he had mined about Ichigo indicated that he was a very fierce protector of those he deemed weaker than him and in need of protection. Once Ichigo declared he would protect someone, he would do so with his life. While no such declaration had been made to him, somehow he just knew that Ichigo would now see to his protection and that he now had a very real chance of bearing this cub to term.

Wouldn�t that be something? To finally successfully lay and hatch a cub. He couldn�t wait to get a peek at Ichigo�s egg, to see what a fully formed one looked like and if it differed from what his had appeared to be.

The egg, the nest, he would most likely not be permitted near it and he tried to recall just how big Grimmjow�s room was. Was there enough room in it that Szayel would be able to nest in a corner and stay out of antagonising range? Hell, would he even be permitted to build a nest of his own or would he be relegated to sleeping on the cold, unforgiving floor in a corner? Please, someone tell him that Grimmjow�s room was at least clean! He had far too many open wounds and he was already fighting off infections in several of the older ones.

They finally made it to Den and, despite himself, he felt his body begin to tremble and clenched his book closer to his chest. Mentally he knew that the book could not protect him, but it still inexplicably made him feel better.

He swallowed nervously and followed Ichigo into the room, keeping his eyes adverted but at least noticing that the room was spotlessly clean. He felt Grimmjow�s reiatsu rise dangerously before it subsided and the more powerful former Espada spoke.

�Nothing is ever easy with you, is it?� Grimmjow growled.

�I wish,� Ichigo sighed.

�Since I know I can�t talk you into tossing him out like the trash he is, even though he sorely deserves it, he can nest in the far corner, but if he comes near our nest or cub I will kill him,� Grimmjow declared with a growl,

Szayel flinched at the tone and gave a very soft, meek nod of his head in understanding and acceptance of the terms. It was pretty much the best he could hope for and as long as he kept his head down he would be permitted to shelter with the pair. Who knew, maybe he might even get to witness the first Arrancar cub hatching! Wouldn�t that be a truly terrific and scientific endeavour?

　

　

　

Find out more in the next Chapter of The Real King, going up January 14^th.
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