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Prize of Victory	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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You may need to jump back two chapters, as I am doing a quad post. Yes, four chapters at once.

Warnings: None, scary.

　

Byakuya and Yammy both froze and stared at each other in confusion when the blaring of an alarm rang out. Yammy had been in the processes of pulling down his hakama for some fun when the alarm had interrupted him.

�Trust Szayel to make such an obnoxious system.� Yammy growled, pulling his hakama back up and tying off the belt.

It could be as obnoxious as Szayel wanted. Byakuya had never taken much stock on the old �saved by the bell,� but right now he couldn�t help but to think of and thank the old cliché.

He remained as he was, laying naked on Yammy�s futon while the other pulled his jacket on, his scowl deepening as the alarm was still blaring. The rise of reiatsu from the north was continuing to grow, indicating the conflict was escalating instead of abating.

Despite himself, Byakuya found himself frowning in that direction. The spread of reiatsu flared in obvious combat was far too wide for it to simply be the Escapees making an assault. What the hell was going on out there?

Yammy finished getting dressed and was just putting his Zanpakuto in place when he turned his attention to him.

�You have been rather well behaved in the last year, Chicchai Hime. Would you like to come play as a reward?� Yammy asked with a smirk.

Byakuya stared at him in shock. He hadn�t been permitted to fight since their loss and the thought of relieving some pent up stress was very, very tempting.

�Well?�

He gave a firm nod of his head.

�Get dressed then, and don�t stray too far. You know how much combat can stir up my blood.� Yammy grinned lecherously at him.

Byakuya pulled on the simple yukuta he had been wearing and tied it off with his scarf. He almost thought about backing out, but weather he participated in the battle or not Yammy would still hunt him down and rape him after anyway.

�Let�s go.� Yammy ordered.

They left the room and launched into their respective Sonido/Shunpo the moment they were outside. The flashes of Kido, Cero�s, and Bala�s clearly marked what appeared to be a rather large battle front on the boarder of the city. There was a sea of black against the sky to indicate the location of the swarm and despite himself Byakuya felt his blood surge and soar as the vigour of combat loomed before him.

The only way this could have really been pleasant would be if he had Senbonzakura in hand, but alas he did not nor could he call his Zanpakuto to him. All he had was the lower level kido spells he could cast wordlessly and his superior speed with Shunpo. The challenge was accepted and intriguing.

They passed over screaming civilians as they ran from the front, the evacuation apparently being handled by the students and appearing to be a lot less chaotic than it could have been. It had Nanao�s work written all over it and as much as he was displeased that he hadn�t been chosen, he did confess Nanao had been an excellent choice for Taicho from an administrative and planning perspective.

Yammy roared in delight and charged headfirst into the large swarm, his fist pummelling the creatures into pulp, spraying ichour every which way. He even grabbed one creature and simply tore its wings off before breaking it�s back over a leg. Another he ripped the head off of and tossed the carcass at its companions.

Byakuya entered the battle far more gracefully and quietly, pausing only to grab an abandoned katana before deftly using his Shunpo to glide past the creatures, leaving a trail of the dead as blood erupted from the clean sword slashes going through their skulls long after he passed them.

Yammy was soaked in gore in moments, ripping the creatures apart with his bare hands while crowing in glee, even going so far as to use his teeth if his hands were currently full. He left a trail of dissembled and mutilated corpses.

Byakuya moved about the battlefield silently graceful. Not a spec of gore touched his person. He was leaving a trail of creature as large and dead as Yammy�s, but his were all still in one piece with a single sword slash through the head.

He lost himself in the flow, and while the creatures were plainly very weak, their sheer numbers made sure he constantly had to keep moving; dancing gracefully between them at a speed their simple brains could never hope to comprehend, let alone get their bodies to react to.

�This is fun, I should have let you out sooner.� Yammy laughed. �I think I enjoy watching you work, fluttering about like a butterfly. No,� Yammy suddenly smirked at him, �like a sakura blossom caught in the wind.�

Byakuya stumbled in his step, not so much because of the comment, but because it was Yammy of all creatures that had managed to come up with it. He never figured the brute was capable of even the simplest forms of poetry.

Yammy was suddenly beside him and he quickly gathered his wits about him.

�A sakura blossom caught in the wind.� Yammy repeated with a smirk. �I think I like that. I will have to remember it. You know what?�

�Weather I want to know or not you are going to tell me anyway.� He deadpanned to himself.

�I think I like watching you work. Let�s see which of us can take one of those down first.� Yammy pointed to the large beetles ambling up to the edge of the city.

Byakuya felt his eyes widen momentarily as the creatures spewed forth a clear liquid that dissolved everything it touched. However, his pride had been challenged and this was something he could correct.

He gave a nod of his head and pointed at one of the beetles currently unengaged by others capable of dealing with it.

�Let�s make it a contest. If I win you will grace my bed and pleasure me on your own violation without my having to order it for a week. If you win you can ask anything you want shot of giving up my Claim or breaking any of Aizen-kami�s laws. Deal?�

Byakuya nodded. Now he definitely had a reason to fight and win.

�Good. Go.� Yammy roared.

Both launched themselves towards their targets. Byakuya found out quickly that while the creature was very slow and lumbering, it�s carapace was exceptionally think and strong. The simple katana he had picked up did nothing but screech annoyingly off of its shell.

Likewise any Kido he could cast without reciting the incantations didn�t even scratch or burn the shell either. He was like an insect to a mammoth; which was rather ironic considering this thing was an insect in the first place.

He quickly switched tactics and started aiming for the things multiple eyes. With deft slashed of the katana and a few burst of simple kido, he destroyed them; leaving the creature completely blind and it started to thrash about dangerously, making Byakuya wonder if blinding the creature had really been a great idea in the first place.

He also found the junction points to be weaker. He spotted where one of the creatures barbs had broken off on a stone building and retrieved it. It was far longer than the Katana and he tossed the useless weapon aside.

He was forced to wrap a bit of his scarf around his hand and the barb to protect it from the astonishingly sharp and annoyingly slippery thing before returning to the floundering and blind creature. He stood back impassively and when he saw the right moment, Shunpo�d in and jabbed the long barb through one of the eyes and into the brain.

The creature went into a death throes and since he�s scarf was attached to the barb he found himself jerked about until he was able to untangle himself from the barb and jump away from the dying creature.

Or at least he tried to. The creature�s horn smashed into him as he made his escape. He felt the impact with the horn, but he never felt the impact with the ground.

　

　

　

He was dimly aware of something wet and cold pressed against his forehead. His entire body ached painfully and the thought of even attempting to move was ludicrous.

�Looks like you�re awake, Chicchai Hime.�

Slowly, Byakuya opened his eyes to see Yammy hovering over him. The other was smirking down at him.

He appeared to be in his room, resting on his own futon and wearing a simple white yukuta over thousands of bandages that were wrapped about him. He had a feeling that if he checked the mirror he would be doing a good mummy impersonation.

He ignored all that in favour of the fact Yammy was in his room. His room was the one sanctuary he had from the brute, the one place untainted by the other�s stench and memories.

�Perhaps I let you play too soon. You look like a bruised plum and slept for a week.�

�A week!� He thought shocked and tried to sit up.

Yammy held him down with a simple finger to his chest. He doubted the brute even needed to do that for the attempt to move had shown just how battered up he was as pain raced over him.

�None of that now. The nurse said you were not to move or be stressed for at least another week while your body heals from the pounding it took.� Yammy ordered.

�Then kindly remove yourself from my room and the majority of my stress will be gone.� He though coldly.

As he became more coherent he realized just how much pain he was in. His entire body felt like one giant bruise and his sword hand pulsed in pain in tune to his heart beat. He brought the hand to his face, noticing it was more heavily bandaged then the rest of his body.

�You sliced your hand on the barb you used. Got to admit I was impressed with the tactic. I finished my opponent first and watched your battle. I just might take to calling you Suteppo no Hana.� He laughed.

�A much more dignifying nick name, but one I suspect you have already forgotten or will quickly find too troublesome to say.�

�Nah, no matter what you will always be my Chicchai Hime. Would hate to confuse the issue by giving you a new name.�

�I would be highly shocked if you even recalled my real name.� He thought coldly.

�Well, we can talk about your week of willing servitude after you recover. No point in using you now when a sneeze would break you in half.�

He glared at Yammy. Yammy smirked back and gently patted his shoulder, causing him to wince a little as his bruises were tapped.

�Don�t worry. You did good for a weaponless Hime. I might even let you play in the next battle. I did enjoy watching your dance. It is far less annoying than when you employed it on me.�

�Indeed.� He couldn�t help but to concede.

�You know, I have been talking to Szayel lately.�

�I have never heard you speak so much. Please shut your mouth and leave. I have no interest in what you and that despicable scientist Szayel may have talked about.�

Byakuya tuned Yammy out and instead focused on the throbbing pain his body was in. Most of it seemed to be on his left where the horn had impacted his body and he felt ashamed such a lumbering creature had been able to hit him.

�My inactivity has dulled my skills. There is no excuse for having let myself fall so far. It is unacceptable and will be corrected at once.�

Clearly his hand had been sliced up pretty good by the barb, but it would appear it would make a full recovery and he was just glad he hadn�t lost any fingers. If Yammy did permit him to fight again he would need to find a decent weapon and some gloves, as well as something other than kimonos and yukutas to wear.

The cloth on his forehead was replaced, the new colder sensation breaking his thoughts. He was surprised to see Yammy was the one tending to him, there wasn�t a servant in sight.

�I see your mind is fogged in pain still, because I know you would not willingly ignore my presence would you?� Yammy asked dangerously.

Byakuya licked dry lips and gave a soft nod. It was a bit of the truth. He was in a lot of pain and it was muddling his thoughts.

�Then sleep and recover, Chicchai-hime. We will talk when you have your wits about you.�

Byakuya found himself drifting off again. Every time he woke Yammy was there, still invading his space. The brute was even the one to spoon the soup in his mouth and assist with getting him to and from the bathroom.

Yammy was surprisingly gentle with him, but it still sickened Byakuya to no end having the Espada touching him and invading his private sanctuary. When he finally recovered enough to start moving about on his own, albeit slowly and not for long, the servants finally returned to tend to his needs.

�Yammy-sama sure seemed worried there for bit. He hardly left your side and insisted on tending you himself.� One of the female servants commented politely to him.

�Disgusting.�

Perhaps if they had an actually relationship it might have touched him, instead all it did was make him sick to know the brute had been in his room that long. Nonetheless, he nodded his head in agreement as they dressed him in one of the many yukuta�s he wore around the estate.

Apparently the elders had something to discus with him. It was not a meeting he was looking forward to; but then when did he ever look forward to meeting with them? He had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the future of the clan, and how as Yammy�s play thing he would be unable to secure such a future.

He half suspected they were going to make him step down and elect another. One of his cousins perhaps. He had lost everything at the end of the war except his status as head of his own clan. Able to speak or not they would not take that last thing away from him.

He had no idea just how bad the meeting was going to go. Even if he had been able to warn himself of the discussion that was going to take place, he would definitely have never believed himself.

It was absolute ludicrous. Insane. And yet somehow he had a very strong, sick feeling it was completely doable. In fact, apparently it had already been confirmed that such a thing had been done before.

Yammy completely agreed with it and actually seemed pleased with the idea. Death was definitely looking like a very attractive option right about now. Hell, right now he was willing to step down if it would save him this fate.

He couldn�t even argue against it because Yammy smirked and happily told the elders they would get right on it while they assured him they would have the eggs ready by the end of the week.
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