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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 44

The head of the arrancar had been cut cleanly from the body. The dead eyes were still glazed over in fear, and the corpse lay sprawled like a rag doll, carelessly tossed like trash. Splattered blood had dried long ago in the sand, the color like red wine. The strong scent of death filled his nose, as Ichigo concentrated on Aizen's reiatsu that still lingered around the area. The trail went southward. He decisively followed it, leaving the body of the arrancar to fall to ash, and it's eventual merging with the harsh landscape. The energy was sporadic, but Ichigo latched onto it with ease. The pull of the Hogyoku was as strong as ever.
The silence of Hueco Mundo pressed around him, and he no longer had the luxury of speaking to Hichigo to quell the loneliness. He had grown so used to his voice, and the ease of reaching out to him. His life seemed to be a game of gaining, only to eventually lose. Even the feelings he had developed for Aizen had come unexpectedly, but were now faded into what felt like an unfortunate dream. He accepted that it was all the Hogyoku's doing. It was the only reasoning that made sense. Maybe even Aizen's obsession with him was nothing more than the Hogyoku's manipulation. He just wished he had come to terms with it sooner, but it probably wouldn't have changed much in retrospect. He did not let himself dwell on it for long. He heard another soft whisper as it beckoned, and felt a tingle along his spine. He continued to obeyed without a ounce of hesitation.
He ignored the first dead creature he saw lying on the ground, but along the way he started to see more, some as small as the first, others larger and in different states of carnage. If he was wasting time killing non-threats such as these, he must truly be in a blind rage. His family was a target, just as much as the rest of them. It was obvious Aizen planned on slaughtering them all with equal brutality. He knew he shouldn't underestimate the skill of the shinigami Aizen would be facing, but it was something within him that always wanted to protect at all costs. After all that had happened, that part of him had only grown fiercer. Please, let me get there in time.
"Grimmjow?" Ichigo halted as he felt his lover's reiatsu, and wondered how long it had been there before he noticed. He looked back the way he had come, but could not see him. He struggled a moment to decide if he should wait for him, or run to meet him to order him back to Las Noches. The stubborn bastard would only refuse, of course, so it would be pointless to try, and take up precious time that he couldn't afford.
"Dammit, I don't need you distracting me," he muttered. He moved on, more determined to get the job done as quickly as possible. The Hogyoku, with it's dark, harmonious sound kept him locked on his target, ensuring he would not lose his way. He was able to ignore the carnal need it ignited within him, cursing Grimmjow again as he directed his focus back to Aizen. Ichigo pushed himself faster, and the already pitch sky seemed to get darker as he went, but the reiatsu behind him did not fade. The horizon ahead became less sparse with more trees and a mountainous ridge of jagged rock. That had to be where Aizen was going.
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Hichigo sat suspended on one of the many skyscrapers of the inner world, eyes focused on the sky, the hue slightly darker than it had been only moments before. The old man stepped beside him, silently brooding. He felt it too. The shift that was happening. They needed to be ready for what was to come. Over all else, Ichigo was their priority. He had to be protected. Hichigo stood and looked at the old man. His presence had been a nuisance since the beginning, but it was just another part of Ichigo's aura that he had accepted over time. Begrudging allies, was the best way to describe their relationship.
"You feel it don't you?" the old man asked.
"I think you know the answer to that." Hichigo stretched out his hand as a snowflake landed on his open palm. "It's never been this cold here before." The snow was already creating a light powder along the many buildings in their realm.
"We must be ready to intervene if necessary. He is so set on the Hogyoku, that all else is becoming secondary, even if he doesn't realize it."
"You think I don't know that? I'm closer to his emotions than you know, Yhwach." Hichigo said. He noticed the slight frown, and rigid posture of his back as he looked at him.
"You are, and always have been the one that is supposed to be the closest to our Master. I am aware that I am an intruder in this place. The product of a man that was possibly worse than even Aizen is."
Hichigo's tone softened. "I'm a product of a fucking hollow, so I'm an intruder too."
"Perhaps, but he needs you far more than I. You are his true zanpakuto. Do not forget that, Zangetsu."
"It sounds weird when you call me that."
"It is your name, get used to it." A flurry of snow cascaded down, as the wind picked up around them, the sudden gust cold and angry. "He grows closer," he said gravely. "Whatever happens, you must be there for him."
"I know." Hichigo watched the gloomy skyline, and waited.

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Kira distanced himself from the others as he walked the outer edge of their camp. He patrolled, using it as an excuse to be alone. The news of Gin's death was still sinking in, and it left him feeling detached. He couldn't even look Rangiku in the eyes, much less share in her sadness. She and Gin had been lovers in the past, while he was only his lieutenant. He could recall having warm feelings for his Captain, not in the romantic sense, but he had felt a strong bond nonetheless. He had been cheated out of the chance to ask his former Captain why he had lowered to such treachery, and why had he waited so long to come up from the depths of it.
The sounds of conversation lessened, and the light of fires faded as he continued to walk. The luminous hue of the cavern surrounded him in its cold glow. The sunny warmth of Soul Society was a long distant memory that he longed for. He touched the hilt of his newly returned zanpakuto and felt the warmth of pride. It was his only solace. Small stones shifted under his footsteps as he went further along a rock face that harbored the entrance to a tunnel. He looked into the darkness, lifting his hand as he muttered a word of kido. Light broke through to show him nothing more than a few small lizard-like creatures and emptiness. He sensed nothing else, and moved on.
Kira continued along the outer edge of the camp, checking every dark corner that he could find. He didn't make much progress before he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned quickly, his blade before him defensively. Rangiku froze, and looked at him with her soft blue eyes. Her hair was disheveled, and just like the rest of them, she had smudges of dirt on her face, and her attire was tattered from their time of living in this accursed place. Even still, she managed to look incredibly beautiful. She smiled soft, and he lowered his zanpakuto, letting the tension ease from his shoulders.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," she said.
"You didn't." He sheathed his blade. "Has something else happened?"
"No, I just thought you'd like the company. None of us should be alone right now."
"I can handle myself."
"Of course," she said, sadly watching him. "I wasn't suggesting that, I just thought maybe we could talk."
"Sorry." He uncomfortably shifted his feet, unable to give her what she wanted. He was shamed by his selfishness.
"It's okay." She stepped closer, and before he could speak, she was pressed close. The hug was warm and he let himself give into it, arms returning the gesture. It was so nice. So normal.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"No. Thank you for being so easily fooled," she whispered back venomously.
The burning in his chest took his breath away. Kira tried to pull back, but the grip around his body tightened. The sword twisted deliberately slow and deep in his flesh. The hot taste of blood entered his mouth as he tried to yell, but all that came out was a choking gasp of agony. The little sound he could make was muffled fast by a rough hand, and he felt himself pushed back against the rock wall with the weight of his attacker keeping him pinned.
Kira knew before he saw the glamour of the spell fade, but seeing the man with his own eyes made him struggle all the more. Aizen looked like a insane specter, with wild eyes, and a sadistic smile. He was sickly pale, but his strength was far from frail, the intensity of it suffocating. His vision wavered as he felt the blade in him push deeper. He yelled against the crushing pressure of his hand, drowning in his own blood, his fingers helplessly brushing the hilt of the sword he knew he would not be able to draw.
"As much as I would enjoy killing you slow, I do not have the time," Aizen said in a hush. "Don't worry, I'll make sure I have plenty of time for Rangiku." The blade twisted. "Her agony will last an eternity."
Izuru felt his strength dwindling, his fingers slipping away from the hilt of Wabisuke. He felt so cold. So very cold. It was much too soon to be ripped away from his zanpakuto again. He thought of Rangiku, but even that could not give him strength enough to repel his attacker. His vision darkened as the sword inside him completely penetrated his heart.
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The caverns of Hueco Mundo were a realm all their own. Cliffs, tunnels and small bodies of water spanned throughout. Jagged rock hung from above, dangerously beautiful in design, covered in darkness, but where the soft glow of energy cut through. It was home to many creatures, even the occasional hollow or Menos Grande. It was the vast underground of this world, but it was not enough to hide the shinigami that used it as their refuge. He had so easily captured Izuru Kira in his web. It would serve as a burial ground for all of them by the time he was done.
Aizen's pain was like fire in his veins, but he did not despair as he used it to feed his hatred. He let the body fall to the ground without much more thought to Gin's former lieutenant. Killing him had eased his pain for a fleeting moment, but he needed much more. Cold sweat glistened on his brow as he knelt, and moved in the darkness. Try as he might, he could not draw on the power of the Hogyoku to transform. He knew now that he had squandered the gift he had been given. He would prove to the Hogyoku that he was it's true master once again, in the depth of this world. He would create a new Hell if he had to, serving all their lives as a sacrifice.
He moved silently, keeping his reiatsu hidden as he melded to the shadows of the cavern. He could see more of them patrolling, while others formed in groups around fires. Urahara was not among them, but he knew he was somewhere close. He touched his zanpakuto, Kira's blood still warm on the blade. Deception was his tool to wield, chaos his to create. He pressed his blood covered fingertips to his tongue.
"The blood of my enemies," he rasped. "It all belongs to me." He could still taste it as he began his attack.

AN: Hello. It's been a very long time, a little over 2 years I think, since I updated this story. I was honestly burnt out, and wanted to take a break. I was blocking, having my usual shit medical problems, and just in general was not much inspired to write at all. I am still having medical issues, but that's life. I still intend to finish the story. I can't say how often I will post. All I can do is play it by ear, and go from there. I can only say I will try my very hardest not to go another few years before I do again. My mood to write has come back a bit, so it should move along a little better now. Sorry for the huge delay all.
Also I want to give a thanks to SorultaLover on Deviantart for the nice note you sent me recently. Thanks again for the kind words. Sent you a message back, but wasn't sure if you got it.
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