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The Trash

"Don't care if you or the women like me. I only care about her mouth and what's between her legs. Aizen said we could have her and you, whoever the fuck you are, tell us we can't. Your opinion doesn't matter," the one who seemed to think he was the leader said. I wondered why his hair was blue. It seemed a strange colour.

Putting aside the colour of his hair, as soon as he spoke I knew we had a problem. Zaraki was possessive, to put it mildly, and to have another man talk about me in this way wasn't going to make him calm, or even rational. The calm didn't worry me too much but when Zaraki became irrational, it often led to problems, for everyone else.

Then he shocked me. "My opinion doesn't matter?" I opened one eye a little to see his face and noticed he had his wide, manic grin. This did not bode well for the person who spoke. "Are you sure? Are you so important, you can overturn a decision made by your king?" The sarcasm was thick and heavy in his voice.

Another one spoke with anger and disdain. "That Shinigami is not our king. We have one we follow and we don't kowtow to any fucking Shinigami freak no matter what power he has. Shinigami's are our enemies but fucking one, especially a tasty one, is our privilege."

Once again I expected a violent reaction to the comments. Even covered with blood they found me attractive, or was it because I was covered in blood, weak and an enemy they liked the idea? Fear again rose in me. No matter how it was dressed up, these creatures intended to rape me and rape was only a crime of hatred and control. Men who raped often tried to justify their actions but there was no justification.

"He thinks he is your king and you don't get the woman. Understand?"

One who hadn't spoken until now growled, "You don't understand. We take, you watch, if you want. Stay out of my way or I will crush you. Might do so anyway. Could get bored while waiting."

"Beloved, I can't hold you and fight at the same time," Zaraki said as quietly as he could. Instead of answering I put pressure on his hand to let him know I heard and understood. “Can you fight?” he asked as quietly as he could, though it seemed certain anyone would hear the rumble of his voice.

I had to think about it. Could I fight while exhausted and emotional with sore arms? Did it matter how I felt? Not now. Those things didn’t matter as much as escaping from this current predicament. I’d rather try to escape then struggle and fail at protecting myself from rape. After my previous experience I was scared I might freeze out of terror and not be able to do anything except feel horror and disgust as the creatures proved how much they loved power at any cost to others. “I will fight,” I said, my voice sounding surprisingly firm.

“There are at least 6 of them. I can take most of them if you stay in the background, but one of them might try to attack you or whatever while I’m fighting,” Zaraki told me as he backed away a little.

“Why are you backing away, Shinigami? Scared?” a new voice jeered. Zaraki laughed heartily at that.

“Scared of a bunch of Hollows with supersized egos and small testicles? Don’t think so.”

“Watch your words,” one of the Arrancar growled which was the response Zaraki wanted.

“Does the size of our testicles matter?” another queried in a dry tone. "I heard that the size of the penis is more important than the size of the scrotum."

“Shut up,” another one told him. “He’s insulting us.”

“Of course he is. Don’t Shinigami always insult our kind because they have this stubborn and rather unconfirmed belief they are better than us?” the dry voice asked. “As yet, I have to be convinced.”

“Why are you here anyway, Starrk? You are usually too interested in sleeping and keeping away from the rest of us.”

“I felt like a walk and happened upon this interesting situation. I thought it might pass the time, watching a fight between Shinigami and Arrancar in a place where we have the advantage. I don’t know why I even thought it might be interesting. A moment of synaptic impairment, perhaps. Possibly due to not enough sleep,” Starrk replied lazily. “Don’t worry. I won’t interfere, Grimmjow. Have your fun.”

I peered through my eyelashes. There were now 5 possible combatants as ‘Starrk’ had indicated his disinterest in fighting. As I didn’t know him I was uncertain if his disinterest was real or feigned. All the Arrancar were males which didn’t surprise me.

One had blue hair and part of his face was obscured with a skull. Another was very large and I wondered if he was a tall as Zaraki. He was certainly broader and this one, while sneering, looked less intelligent than the others. One of the others who was very tall and thin seemed to have a bone mask obscuring one eye who seemed to be smiling widely, sneer firmly in place with a large circular ‘hat’ on his head. Briefly I wondered if it was an essential skill that was a pre requisite to being awarded Arrancar status. The last wore an eye patch and appeared to have a circlet of bone on his forehead and a green blue mark on his cheek. He stood behind the one who had his eye obscured by his Hollow mask. Appearances meant little but all except the one they called Starrk were observing Zaraki with contempt and derision. It made me wonder if they knew who he was and what traits he had or if they didn’t really care and simply despised all Shinigami because of who we were.

I recalled seeing the blue haired one before for a short time but had trouble remembering and wondered if I was imagining things. Then I remembered. Many of these Arrancar had appeared in that weird vision I’d had of Gin singing to me and these were some of the dancers. I wanted to laugh and shake my head at the memory. Why was I thinking about such strange imaginings now when my life was once again at risk? That dream/vision made no sense then and made no sense now. Also I was certain I’d seen some of these when I was posted in the real world and had to fight off the attack while our powers were limited and I’d been separated from Zaraki. Only one or two seemed familiar from that time and I was pleased not to see those I thought dead, resurrected. All this thinking and guessing didn't help.

"Slip me behind you and put me down," I murmured quietly.

"Have you chosen who you want to fight?"

"Yeah. You okay fighting the one who doesn't want to fight and the one with the blue hair?"

I considered it. The big, broad one had a very long reach which would put me at a disadvantage as did tall thin one with the strange hat. The one's he'd chosen to fight were tall so it made sense he would fight them though the one with the blue hair worried me. If I was correct he'd fought Ichigo and the fight had been very close. Without bankai and in my weakened state I wasn't sure I would be able to defeat him or even hold him off for any length of time. The main things I remembered was he'd had his arm cut off, which couldn't be true as he had both of them, and he was arrogant, but he was a male Arrancar. He'd also fought Rukia and she had once told me how she'd feared her abilities did not match hers.

Yet the truth was I had to do something. Zaraki couldn't fight all the Arrancar by himself, or at least not if he was trying to protect me at the same time. Zaraki slid my body onto his back and gently set me on my feet. "Don't get hurt, don't die and give the guy grief," he instructed me quietly. "I know you don't want to fuck either of them so I'll trust you on that."

A grim smile curved my lips. No one could match Zaraki as far as sex but all the same I was left with the problem of fighting Stark and the blue haired Arrancar. "Don't die and don't fuck anyone else," I told him.

"Beloved, in case you haven't noticed, they are all male," Zaraki said. "The chance of me fucking one is less than me fucking them over."

I sidled back to the wall and watched him walk toward the Arrancar. "You want the woman, you'll have to fight me. All at once or individually, I don't care."

"You're stupid if you think you can defeat all of us," the biggest one said. "I want to fight you first because I'm the strongest and will finish you quickly."

"Why don't we all fight him together, Yammy," the one with the hat asked. "Not that I'm really interested in the woman, but Shinigmai need to be humiliated and learn they cannot defeat us."

"I said I'm first," Yammy said. "I'm always first."

The one with the hat sighed and then grinned. "If you have to, go ahead."

"I don't want to hang around watching you fight. I'll go play with the woman," said the one with the blue hair.

"Don't hurt her, much, Grimmjow. We want her alive and conscious," the one with the hat said laconically. "She's a woman. Shouldn't be much of a challenge and if you hurt her it might make this fool distracted and easier to defeat."

"Leave the woman alone. We had an agreement," Zaraki's voice was harsh and urgent. I could almost feel him resist the urge to turn around and look at me but he kept his face toward the Arrancar and stood even taller, as if trying to look even more imposing and threatening. I loved him for it but feared for him all the same. Not because of his fighting prowess but there was something different about these people. They had the air of being more competent than the one's I'd encountered in the human world and more threatening.

"No, actually we didn't," Starrk said. "However, there should be some honour among Arrancar."

"Do you think you're a shitting Shinigami now, mouthing on about honour? We don't care about stupid things like honour!" The blue haired Shinigami seemed outraged by the suggestion.

"Shinigami, Arrancar, whatever. What is the harm in showing a little consideration, Grimmjow?" Starrk replied.

"We are at war with the Shinigami," the one with the hat said. "War! Use any advantage you're given to defeat the enemy."

"That is your version of war, or conflict, Nnorita. Who can forget about the fortunate disappearance of Nelliel?" Starrk replied.

Nelliel? Ichigo had a child Hollow he called Nell. It seemed an odd coincidence but it must be only a coincidence. Stark's statement hinted at something dark in Nnorita's past and the apparent accuracy of Stark's comment momentarily wiped the smirk off his face.

"What are you implying, Starrk?"

"Me? I'm not implying anything. Just making a casual observation how a fortunate disappearance made you one of the 10," Starrk's tone was cool.

Grimmjow seemed to become even more furious. "You're one of the 10 too. Don't forget how we all got here and it wasn't down to popularity polls or buying votes. We killed and absorbed other Hollows to get their powers. You're as bad as the rest of us, Starrk. Don't try to pretend otherwise."

"Look, interesting as all this is, you said you'd fight me for the woman which indicates if I lose you get her. If I win, you back off. Don't want to argue semantics but I sure as hell don't want to hear your complete history either. I have better ways of killing time."

"I'll give you 10 minutes," Grimmjow said. "10 minutes should indicate if you are going to win or lose."

"Shut up, all you. Yammy wants to fight and fight now." I expected him to move slowly because of his size but instead he moved quickly to stand in front of Zaraki and I thought I heard him mutter 'suerte' as he did so.

"Draw your blade," Zaraki said. "Don't need to. Fists talk better than blades," Yammy said.

For a second I saw Zaraki hesitate. Was he going to stand there and trade blows with the man using his fists, or would he use his zanpakuto. "Interesting," he said. "Can't you use your zanpakuto."

"Course I can. Don't need it to fight you," I heard a slight edge of anger in his voice. "You'll be easy, just like the rest of the trash."

"You sure about that?" Zaraki said. I noticed his stance had changed and he was prepared, waiting for an attack. From one conversation we'd had after prolonged and very enjoyable sex, I knew he believed an opponent displayed their biggest weaknesses in their initial attack as if the first attack was successful no others were needed. It was an interesting theory and one I was interested in seeing.

"Why aren't you attacking me?" Yammy seemed bewildered. Zaraki said nothing. Yammy crossed his arms and glowered. "You make me angry. Fight me."

In answer, Zaraki shrugged but otherwise didn't move. Yammy swung a fist at Zaraki but pulled it up short. Zaraki didn't even flinch.

"You like being hit?" Yammy demanded. Again Zaraki said nothing. Another fist was swung and this time Zaraki wasn't there when it arrived. I was shocked at the speed of both the fist and Zaraki's movement. When had he learned to shunpo?

"Cheat," Yammy said and swung at him again. Again Zaraki moved before the punch connected.

"Stay still," Yammy said his anger more visible.

"Why?"

"So we can fight," Yammy said swinging another punch. This time it connected, but not as Yammy hoped and the fist fell to the ground, cut off by Zaraki.

"I remember someone telling me a big thug had his arm cut off by Kurosaki. Was that you? Thought you'd learn from your mistakes," Zaraki said simply.

"It's only a hand. That piece of trash cut off my arm when I wasn't looking," Yammy said loudly. "Someone will fix it when you're dead."

"You killed the last person who helped you. Why would anyone help you now?" Starrk said coolly.

"Shut up, trash. I am Yammy. Someone will fix it. Why is everyone so useless?" Yammy didn't even look at Starrk as he spoke a frown crinkling his forehead as he glared at my husband.

I sidled a little further away from the fighting, trying to do so without anyone noticing. Then I noticed Grimmjow watching me and I stopped still. Yammy approached Zaraki swinging punches with one arm and using the bloody stump of the other to try and harm him. I wasn't sure that was an idea that would help as the pain would be intense and not effective, but Zaraki quickly solved the problem by removing the injured arm at the shoulder. "There, happy now? I've achieved the same result as the other piece of trash," Zaraki said.

Grimmjow laughed and Yammy immediately turned to him and punched him with his remaining fist. The force of the punch pushed the Arrancar through the partition behind him which collapsed leaving large chunks of rubble but Grimmjow did not fall even though the debris produced was considerable and kept travelling backward. I was pleased not to be near the area and gratified to have that particular Arrancar removed from the fight, for a moment. I remembered him to be strong and vicious, but all most of the Arrancar I'd met shared the same characteristics.

"Good. More room to fight," Yammy said with some small satisfaction. "This place is too small for a proper fight." He punched a few more walls and watched with approval as they too collapsed and he waved his arms, continuing his destruction until he was sure he would meet no further restrictions on his movement in the immediate area. "Better. Now don't have to worry about taking small swings."

Zaraki had moved out of the way of the falling debris and while Yammy was occupied.

Grimmjow staggered back into the area. "You made a mistake Yammy," Grimmjow said looking dizzy and disorientated.

"Everyone always criticizes Yammy and Yammy is sick of it. Shut your mouth, Grimmjow. You are stupid trash and I want to fight this stupid Shinigami."

Grimmjow shook his head as if he were trying to clear it. I wondered why he told Yammy he was making a mistake. I knew he was but was Grimmjow aware of Zaraki's strength, or was there something more? Was he was warning Yammy? If he wasn't warning Yammy about my husband, what was he saying?

Looking past him I could see he had been issuing a warning. The destruction of all the partitions made it easier to see some of our scouting party were on their way. Some but not all. Yachiru seemed to be running ahead of the group leading Ichigo, Captain Kuchiki, Renji, Rukia and Arai. The girl looked determined and turned to the others, appearing to urge them to hurry up. Suddenly our situation didn't seem so bad.

"You have made a mistake," Zaraki said. "You should listen to your friend."

The look of disgust on both Grimmjow and Yammy's face made it very clear they were insulted by Zaraki's comment.

"He's no fucking friend of mine. I have some fucking taste," Grimmjow exclaimed.

"You insult Yammy!"

"Yeah, but you should be used to it," Zaraki said. "Anyone who constantly refers to themself in the third person deserves insults. No, they demand insults. What's wrong with saying 'I'?"

"Only people of low intelligence with matching fighting skills use the third person," another voice added as Captain Kuchiki came to stand beside Zaraki. "I see you retrieved you wife again. You really should keep her under control and prevent her from wandering off to sightsee."

"Don't tell me how to treat my wife, Kuchuki. I don't give you advice about your love life," Zaraki responded.

I noticed the 6th Division Captain flush uncomfortably in response to the remark and for a moment wondered why. Then I remembered the gossip and unfortunate future alliance proposed between the Captain and Isane's sister.

I was preparing to say something when Yachiru ran up and hugged Zaraki and then came over to me and the moment passed. "Who is the guy who looks so sad and who is the little girl with him? Can I play with her?"

It seemed Yachiru was once again playing her part of appearing younger than she was and I looked at Starrk. He studied Yachiru with interest and she stared at him in return.

"Her name is Lillynette and..." "Iam not a little girl. You're a little girl," said a young female I hadn't noticed before.

"I'm not a little girl. I'm a Shinigami lieutenant," Yachiru said, standing straight, the pink in her cheeks brighter than normal."

"Yeah? And I'm an Arrancar!"

"You can't be. You're just a kid," Yachiru asserted. Lillynette seemed disposed to argue with her and it only seemed reasonable. Doubting Starrk would hurt her, as it seemed pretty clear to me she was very capable of taking care of herself, I turned my attention back to the rest. Ichigo and Grimmjow were glaring at each other and it appeared there was little chance of a reconciliation between them, not that this was a surprise.

"You didn't defeat me last time, Kurosaki," I heard Grimmjow state. "I let you win."

"You let me cut off your arm? What would have happened if you hadn't let me win?" Ichigo answered furiously. Once again it seemed these two were preparing to try to prove who was stronger. After my fear of having to fight it seemed there were more than enough to prevent me from lifting a blade. In a way it was a disappointment but one I was prepared to accept. I walked over to a place where it would be best to observe my husband baiting the large Arrancar who appeared to be becoming increasingly furious the more Captain Kuchiki and Zaraki talked about him.

For a moment I wondered if angering him was a good idea but my attention was drawn by something else. To my dismay I heard further footsteps approaching and more Arrancar appeared.

How was this happening? Why was this happening? Then my breath caught in my throat.

Orihime was with the new arrivals. She looked different to the last time I'd seen her and so very sad. The clothing was different to what she had been wearing before but that wasn't the biggest change. Trying to work out what it was the only thing that seemed to be possible was the loss of innocence and self esteem. Spending time in a hostile environment amidst those who were indifferent to her feelings or needs had altered her. Instead of running toward Ichigo, as I imagined she would, she kept her eyes fixed to the floor, her hands folded into each other in front of her. There were some marks of bruising visible on her face and neck and the green-eyed Arrancar with her stood close in a manner which made it difficult to determine if he were protecting or warning her. I found it hard to judge their relationship. Orihime seemed both fearful but reluctant to be any distance from him. Had he scared her so much that she was experiencing the dilemma of confusing fear with attraction? Or had he extracted some promise from her that she would not approach Ichigo. From the brief flicker of her eyelashes it seemed evident she was trying to look at Ichigo without being observed.

"Why are you here?" the green eyed Arrancar asked, ignoring the girl at his side.

"To rescue Orihime," Ichigo said finally tearing his fierce gaze from Grimmjow and seeing Orihime. His face went white and he almost started forward but was restrained by Rukia and Arai. "Orihime?" he asked. Her eyes remained focused on the ground in front of her and she showed no sign of hearing him.

"The girl is one of us," the green eyed Arrancar proclaimed. "She has sworn an oath to Aizen."

"Not willingly, I'm sure," I said loudly, trying to get Orihime to provide some reaction.

"Oh, the other hostage who was 'rescued'. Why don't you remain quiet like the girl here? She knows her place."

"Cut the crap Uliquorra. Why are you here? We were going to have a nice little fight and you come along bringing the girl. Aside from healing people, what use is she?" Grimmjow didn't seem pleased with the incursion of further people.

"Aizen sama has instructed me to offer a trade. He wants the woman and is prepared to trade the girl for her?"

I felt my mouth fall open. Gin had told me Aizen wanted me for breeding purposes but to be so frank about wishing to have me in his possession seemed foolish or meant to aggravate. I saw a blur approaching which quickly turned into the form of my husband.

"Forget it. We take the girl back, keep my wife and kill you. Any problems with that?"

"Your overconfidence will be your undoing. Most Shinigami boast of their abilities only to prove that their actions are so much less than their words. I will not explain how your aptitude is less than mine. Instead I will prove it beyond all doubt," Uliquorra said as he slowly unsheathed his blade.

"He's mine, trash. Stop getting involved in my fights," Yammy was there also.

"Plenty of me to go 'round," Zaraki said. "Wait your turn and when I'm finished with the big moron we can have fun cutting each other to pieces," he offered.

"Are you refusing Aizen sama's offer?"

Zaraki laughed. "It's not an offer. It's an insult."

"We outnumber you," Ulquiorra stated and looking around it was clear to see he was correct. There were at least two to one and as their strengths were unknown we were possibly facing a difficult fight.

"Only in bodies. Yeah, I like being outnumbered. Gives me lots of choice in who to kill and who I let live." My husband continued to grin widely.

"Not if we all attack at once," the Arrancar with the big hat said.

"Hey, that's not fair, Nnorita. I want to kill Kurosaki by myself to repay the insult. I'll cut off both his arms, then his legs and then his head," Grimmjow said firmly.

"Yammy wants to mince the one with the eye-patch. Minced trash is more fun for Yammy."

"Great," I murmured under my breath. "Next they'll be allocating turns and creating a scoreboard." It seemed spending time alone with Zaraki wasn't happening anytime soon. I wanted to go home.

A.N.

In case it isn’t clear, the Arrancar/Fraccion Zaraki and Matsumoto encounter are: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Coyote Starrk, Nnoitra Gilga, Tesra Lindocruz (who remains quiet for most of the chapter for some reason) and Yammy.

Delays happen too often. Explanations waste time and are depressing.

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