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Bones of the Dead	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shattered Bone
A large fist slammed into the floor where his feet had been half a second before. This fight was almost impossible. Almost, because he had been originally trying to find ways to complete the kill with minimum injury to himself, but it was increasingly becoming clear to Grimmjow that he would have to let himself get hurt, maybe even fatally, if he wanted to take this mutated creature down. All he could think of in the back of his mind were his two babies that he had to keep safe at any cost. Claws swiped out at him, slicing through his black button up.
"This was Ichi's favorite shirt on me, you mutated piece of shit." He growled.
The thing proceeded to try and crush him into non-existence, but the assassin was too quick and well trained to let that happen. He also managed to get in some hits of his own, but that wasn't exactly making progress. While the exposed surface of the muscle had some squishy give, the creatures body as a whole was rock solid and Grimmjow wasn't even sure that the thing could feel pain. It had ripped Pantera out like it was nothing. Another problem was that he didn't know if the creature was truly alive or one of the undead. He had a moment to think that Ichigo would know before he decided that undead or alive, nothing on this earth was going to move with no head.
The assassin and the mutant creature continued their dance of anger and frustration. The creature was backing Grimmjow into a corner and the thought of it made said blue haired man growl quietly to himself. He wasn't used to having the short end of the stick in a fight and it made him just that more desperate to win. It wasn't about Ichigo, or Shiro, or even the thought of humanity's possible extinction. This fight was now about Grimmjow being the top predator. The animal inside him knew without thought that if he could take down this beast, he could take down anything. Grimmjow had been a professional killer for sixteen years and this fight would be his moment of truth.
Except he was at a distinct disadvantage and was being cornered fast. The creature swung again and the blue haired assassin dodged a second too late. The edge of that massive clipped his right side, shattering his shoulder, collar bone and arm, also cracking ribs and rattling organs. The scream that ripped from his throat was like nothing he'd ever uttered before; he'd never been in that kind of pain before in his life. He cut off his screaming abruptly because he felt like a pansy ass and the creature was coming at him in a dead run. Grimmjow snatched the Mossberg from its holster with his left hand and squeezed the grip firmly beneath his armpit as he pumped it with his bloody and bruised left hand.
Grimmjow figured he just hadn't been desperate enough, but like the cat that was finally cornered with nowhere to go by the chasing dog, he was ready to lash out. He watched with wavering vision and mouth filling with hot blood as the creature came closer and closer, its long legs eating up the distance. When close was almost too close, Grimmjow slid around the monsters barreling body and ran as quickly as his legs would carry him to the opposite end of the hallway. The closer he got, the faster he ran; he would need momentum for this. He could hear the bellowing at his back as he ran up the wall. He ignored the vertigo and refused to let his legs jerk or slow down. More quickly than he expected, he was upside down facing the creature with his shotgun aimed and balanced against his abs.
All of it only took seconds. The battered assassin squeezed the trigger, making the monsters head explode into a mist of blood and shredded meat mixed with chips of broken bone. Not a breath later he was answering the call of gravity and landing hard on his face. He quickly rolled over onto his back, growling in anger and pain. The blood was still spraying as the shuddering thump of the creature's body hitting the floor vibrated beneath him. He felt like curdled shit, but he would heal much faster than normal and he had killed the fucking piece of shit monster. As Grimmjow spit a glob of blood from his mouth, he wore a grin to rival Cheshire.

Ichigo sprayed the horde with bullets from his semi-automatic C39, disengaging the empty cartridges and snapping in new ones without pause. He was pissed off that he couldn't go to Grimmjow and that he didn't know if he was alive…or turning into one of them. The two bodyguards were holding their own, but were running out of clips. Speaking of which, Shuuhei just holstered his pistol and pulled out a dagger from an ankle sheath. He was darting into the horde, slicing through necks, and jumping back before covering fire like a pissed off snake. Renji was shooting two guns at once, something Ichigo had only seen in movies. He was sweating with fear and worry for his lover, finger twitching on the trigger.
He was on his third and last cartridge for his C39 when heard the unmistakable blast of a shotgun. He grinned and began slaughtering the horde with a renewed sense of urgency. Grimmjow was still alive and he needed to get to him. One of Renji's pistols went out and he stepped back further behind Ichigo, but to the side so that Ichigo was killing all of the ones that made it to the front and he was shooting out the ones further in the back. The numbers were dying down dramatically and some were even running in the other direction. That worried Ichigo, in the back of his mind. If they were running away, then his uncle was right about them being able to think or at least know enough to have a sense of self preservation. In movies, a zombie nothing but a walking flesh eater but Ichigo was finding out that he couldn't be using movies as a guide. He spattered out more bullets and Shuuhei sliced through more necks until the hall was relatively clear, besides all of the blood and bodies.
"Shit." Renji sighed at Ichigo and Shuuhei. "I'm out one. What about you?"
Shuuhei shook his head and sliced his blade through the air to rid it of blood.
"I'm out, too. All I have is the blade until we can get more ammo." He glanced at Ichigo with those sharp, knowing eyes. "Did you hear it too?"
Ichigo moved his empty hip bag to the back of his belt and holstered his GSG 1911 in the bags former place. The disengaged the current cartridge in his C39 and glanced at it.
"I only have two left in here, but I have a full clip in my 1911 and three boxes of bullets." He snapped the cartridge back in and rubbed his palm over his sweaty forehead as he glanced at Shuuhei. "And yeah, I heard the shot too. I know where he was going. We should hurry in case he's hurt."
The two bodyguards nodded and followed behind the orange-heads swaying hips.

Once he'd heard the gunfire, Grimmjow had tried to sit up. It hurt like the lowest bowels of hell, but he'd managed to sit up enough to lean against the wall he had run up earlier. He wasn't too worried about Ichigo though. The berry had been raised by the boss, and even if his training wasn't as thorough and brutal as Grimmjow's, he had more than enough skill to outlast the average gun-toting human. Hopefully his baby wasn't fighting off those things by himself. He thought he could hear the guns of the red-head and the guy with the steel eyes, but his hearing was a bit off at the moment.
Fifteen minutes passed with him listening for any screams in between the gun fire and him in air that had the distinct tang of blood in it and suffering silently through the excruciating pain of his bones reassembling themselves and sealing back together. His muscles shook and shuddered, his entire body seizing with the effort to heal itself. Excess blood rushed up his sore throat and he spit it up along with a few small chunks of unneeded bone. He almost shook with relief when it was mostly over. He wiped his mouth as well as he could with his already bloody hands and ruined shirt and used the wall to stand up. He wanted to go to Ichi, but Shiro still needed that door to be unlocked so they could get their asses out of there. The gunshots had stopped anyway; whether that was good or bad…he'd soon find out.

When they'd reached the right hallway, Ichigo couldn't help but gawk. Renji let out a low whistle at all of the blood and gore, but what really amazed them was the gigantic body of the mutant Ichigo had assumed was there before Grimmjow had left him. It was impossible. It was so impossible that Ichigo immediately began to search for Grimmjow's body among the blood and meat. It didn't take long for him to sweep the hallway and for the other two to sweep the surrounding ones; they all came up empty, one the whereabouts of his body that is.
"I saw boot prints. Jaegerjaques is tracking blood, there's also some on the corresponding walls here and there."
Ichigo sighed in relief at Shuuhei's words. Grimmjow must have gone on to the basement to get the generator started. They'd have to hurry and catch up in case Grimmjow needed any help.
"You mean that guy killed this massive thing and walked away?" Renji asked in disbelieving awe. He'd had that 'I'll kill you if you look at to me long' vibe from the blue haired guy, but this was ridiculous. He'd never get on his bad side. Still, he couldn't help but show the guy respect, not with those eyes reminding him of he and Shuuhei's charge…the charge they'd lost.
Ichigo smiled, feeling very proud of his boyfriend, even more pride than he felt at the blue haired assassin's regular accomplished kills. He would definitely give him rough award sex the next chance they got. It just made him unbelievably hot how powerful and strong Grimmjow was. Grimmjow knew that all he had to do was beat the shit out of some asshole within his lover's sight and he'd have Ichigo doing anything he wanted for the rest of the week; it was no secret. Ichigo frowned a little at that, but he couldn't really mind being easy when it came to his boyfriend.
"Okay." He told the others as he began to follow the trail Shuuhei had told them about. "You two need to get back to Shiro's door quick, there's no telling how quickly Grimmjow might get that generator started. I'm going to catch up with him, the basement stairs aren't too far from here."
The two bodyguards nodded, used to taking orders, and immediately turned and took off in a fast and light jog to the storage room door they'd left behind. Ichigo nodded absentmindedly and took off in his own jog on the trail Grimmjow had left behind.

Three flights of fucking stairs. He may have been mostly healed now, but he was still feeling phantom pain and his right shoulder and collar bone were twinging with every step. By the time he'd reached the bottom, his entire right side was pleasantly numb. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small flashlight. The glass was a little cracked, but it worked perfectly regardless. The basement was surprisingly empty, one would think the basement was where all of the horrible monsters went when this kind of thing happened…yet Grimmjow supposed everyone was so panicked about getting out, and they didn't bother to think of going down.
The generator was a large one, obviously, like the kind military used…almost but not quite. He looked for a push start, but ended up having to crank it. He used all of the powerful muscles in his arm to crank the machine and grinned at how glazed over his Ichi's eyes would look if he could see him now. Grimmjow's strength would get him off every time. Lights started to flicker and crackle, which encouraged the blue haired man to turn the crank even faster. The generator gave off a puttering start and soon started to hum pleasantly as the lights came back on and held steady. Grimmjow shook out his hand and rolled his shoulder, just as he heard hurried footsteps on the stairs.
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