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Prize of Victory 2
By : NovaAlexandria
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When a week passed after the battle and no abuse rained down on him, he figured that the Defence Net falling hadn�t upset Aizen too greatly. Things had been getting dull and the Arrancar had started to become restless. The return to a state of war gave the Arrancar an outlet for their natural tendencies towards violence.

Gin lay in his little cubby, hugging Shinso to him and shivering. It was cold tonight and he had been denied clothing unless leaving the suites, all the better to note the Kanji carved into his chest by his own hand with his own Zanpakuto, not to mention fifteen years� worth of scars from various torture sessions, almost every last one visited upon him by Aizen�s hand. The rest were there courtesy of others following Aizen�s commands. Aizen required that he hurt those others in return, with the exception of one.

Unohana. Aizen�s wife. His mistress. She had been ordered to punish him a couple of times over the years, but no matter how furious Aizen got, no matter how much she pushed the issue, Aizen had only raised his hand to his wife once. Every other time, Gin took the punishments in her stead, as Aizen was well aware how much it hurt her to see others suffer.

Unohana was absent. He didn�t know where she was but if he had to guess, it would be that she was still at the 4th Division. There had been another conflict today, albeit a small one, four hours ago. The Swarm had sent a probing force, if he was to guess, to make sure the Defence Net was still down. No doubt, the Swarm, depleted on its expendable members in bringing the Net down, would need to rebuild their forces in the spring.

A gust of wind blew past him, and he shivered, his teeth chattering. His lone blanket was long gone and the floor was cold against his skin. Shinso sent him wave of comfort, but that was about all his Zanpakuto could do. Gin didn�t even want to think about the consequences of Aizen walking in to seeing the small fox spirit manifest in an effort to help keep him warm.

He glared at the wide-open balcony doors, but Kami forbid him to close them. Aizen wanted the apartment aired out, or so he claimed. Gin was positive that the real reason was so he could suffer exactly like this. While they didn�t get much in the way of snow in Soul Society during the winter, it still dropped well below freezing at night. Frost gilded the barren tree branches and coated the skeletal shrubs in the garden. Gin could no longer feel his fingers and toes and his teeth rattled so hard that he was worried they were going to chip.

�Not like I ain�t used to this, or, at least there was a time I was,� he couldn�t help but to think.

He had been a Rukongai brat, living in the next-to-the-worst District, nothing to his name but a single kimono. At least that had offered him more protection than being completely naked. He�d also had Rangiku to help keep him warm, and the ratty, hole- ridden blanket they had once shared. Sometimes, he even managed to find a mouldy stack of straw and scraps of wood or twigs that would provide enough fuel for a small fire.

Another, stronger gust of wind blew through the room, bringing with it several fallen leaves to litter the clean floor. Gin let out a mental curse and forced his shivering, frozen body to uncurl so he could deal with them. He was shaking too badly and his joints were too stiff to walk effectively, so he settled for crawling. He couldn�t even feel the boards under his fingers.

He gathered the leaves up and brought them to the balcony door. As cold as it was inside, it was positively frigid outside. A thin layer of ice coated the balcony. The cold burned his numb hands and shins as he moved over it. His entire mind seemed frozen and he briefly toyed with the idea of just staying there. It was too much work to make it back to his cubby and it wasn�t even that warm to begin with.

�If I died, she�d be unhappy,� he thought numbly.

He forced his body to turn about and crawl back into the dubious safety of Unohana�s bedroom. The wooden panels seemed so much warmer inside than the frost-coated porch. He eyed the bed, more specifically, the blankets on it. He weighed the options of which was worse; freezing to death or the inevitable punishment Aizen would administer for daring to grab one of them in an effort to save himself. He doubted he would even feel it if Aizen flayed the skin from his back, he was that frozen.

Gin had no idea how long he lay there on the floor, fuzzily calculating the odds in his head. It became increasingly difficult as he slipped into the early stages of hypothermia. He maintained enough mental lucidly to decide that it wasn�t worth it, that Aizen could mistake Unohana as being the one to have covered him. Then he would punish them both. In truth, all he wanted to do now was sleep.

He barely managed to make it back to his cubby, curling against the wall with his back facing the open doors. He was shivering so hard now he couldn�t even stay on his hands and knees and had to practically roll the last little bit. Some tiny part of him that still gave a damn knew that if he gave in to the urge to sleep, he might not wake up again. He fought unconsciousness tooth and nail but it was a battle he was losing by the minute. In fact, so focused was he on that one, survival-driven goal that he never noticed that someone else had entered the room, nor did he hear them speak.

Someone threw a warm blanket over him and he was so cold that it practically burned! The hands that touched his forehead did burn and he flinched away from the scalding heat. Gin heard words, but he couldn�t understand the speaker, nor did he recognize the voice. The heat surrounding him from the blanket was too seductive and he drifted away into the darkness without a fight.

Unohana was a very emotionally reserved person; one had to be when they ran a medical Division where people died under one�s hands, regardless of how hard one worked to save them. Everyone praised her as the best physician and healer that Soul Society had ever had, and yet she still lost patients who were too far gone to help.

When she walked into her room, exhausted from the day�s work, the last thing she had expected was for her room to be ice-cold, with the balcony door flung wide, especially on a freezing night like tonight. Gin would never have forgotten to close them. He would have made sure the room was comfortable, which meant that Aizen had been the one behind any orders to leave the doors open.

She had felt a moment of shock when she saw the pale-skinned man shaking so hard in his cubby that one could have mistaken it for seizures. Ignoring the doors, she rushed to her bed and grabbed the top blanket, pulling it over the clearly delirious man. He was so frozen that his skin numbed her hand as she rested it against his forehead. His eyes were completely unfocused and, very shortly, rolled up into his skull as he lost consciousness.

Cursing mentally, and calling her �husband� a slew of foul words that would have caused Zaraki Kenpachi�s eyes to twitch, she dragged Gin from his cubby and did her best to pick him up. It was difficult thanks to his body�s trembling and the fact he seemed stuck in a fetal position. She decided he must have curled up to try to retain what little warmth he had left and his muscles had cramped, locking him in that posture. He was so far gone that she could feel the cold radiating through the blanket she had wrapped him in.

Her husband and his rules be damned, she rushed Gin to the 4th. Her staff looked up at her in surprise as she marched through the main entrance, nearly kicking the doors open so that she wouldn�t have to put Gin down. She almost never returned after leaving for the day, but they scrambled quickly once she informed them of Gin�s condition.

By the time she made it to one of the better-insulated rooms, a large pile of blankets awaited them. She put him down on the bed and began to layer more and more blankets onto him, going to slightly warmed ones on the fifth layer. She checked his extremities for frostbite and sighed in relief when she saw no signs of it. It hadn�t been quite that cold out, but as a medic, she took no chances.

She pulled a mask over his head and warmed oxygen quickly began to flow into the man wearing it, warming up his chilled lungs and the turgid blood that ran through constricted veins, bringing it to other parts of his body. His shivering slowly subsided. They replaced the outer layer of blankets with warmer ones as needed, mindful of the blankets� temperature, as they didn�t want to throw his body into shock. Once his shaking became less violent, her staff was quick to get an IV into him, the room temperature saline liquid helping him even further from the inside.

Gin�s trembling finally ceased after two hours, but Unohana was hardly relieved. He broke out into a sweat now and his skin went from pale white to bright red and feverish. His laboured breathing left no doubt in her mind that he was getting sick, most likely with pneumonia. For good measure, they added an antibacterial dose to his IV and drew blood samples to test for anything specifically dangerous he may have picked up.

�You were supposed to be in bed half an hour ago.�

Unohana felt her back stiffen and she turned to face her husband. The rest of her staff had cleared out already, and for that, she was thankful. She had a feeling things might just get ugly. She was very upset right now, despite her calm outer appearance.

�For what reason did you deem it necessary to do this to him?� she asked, ignoring his complaint about her whereabouts. �He is going to be hospitalized for at least a week, maybe longer if he has a relapse.�

She was tempted to invent a lie that might just keep him there longer and might have if it wasn�t against her code of ethics. Aizen closed the distance between them and looked down at the still-quivering form of his former subordinate, taking in his fevered appearance and his fight to breathe through fluid-filled lungs. She had just finished injecting a dose of dextrose into the IV line when Aizen had walked in. Gin�s breath was so cold still that it wasn�t even steaming up the inside of the mask.

To her surprise, Aizen seemed confused, but he hid it quickly enough. He was a very sharp person and as such, had probably already deduced what had happened. He also appeared very displeased, and for once, she didn�t think he was angry at either Gin or her.

�The doors to your balcony were still open.�

It was more a statement more than a question, but she answered in the affirmative anyway.

Aizen turned around and walked back to the door, stopping as he reached it.

�He is stable and you have an efficient staff. Be in bed by the end of the hour.�

Before she could protest, he was gone. A part of her was relieved that they had escaped punishment. Another part of her felt sorry for whoever had failed to let Gin know he was supposed to close the doors. She felt slightly sickened with herself for hoping it had been one of the Arrancar guards and not one of the terrified female servants. Torture for anyone, for any reason, was a vile thing.

Still, she had escaped punishment for talking back to her �husband�, at least for now, and Gin was stable enough that most of her Division could see to his care. This was a bad case, but not the worst they had ever seen by far. Still, it was with regret that she had to turn from him and make her way home for the second time that night.

Her chambers were warm, no doubt thanks to Kido, and someone had finally, firmly latched the balcony doors and pulled down the heavy curtains. Someone also replaced the missing blanket. She�d heard the distant sound of screaming when she�d walked through the front gate of the Palace, and once again felt sick at herself for noting the voice had been male. That meant there was a good chance the culprit had been one of the Arrancar.

Aizen was at her chamber door at the time he�d indicated. There were no signs on him that would indicate that he had been doing anything other than paperwork or some other menial task before he arrived.

�You are upset with me,� he noted.

She sometimes wished she wasn�t such a peacekeeper, because that comment could open up a thousand and one issues she had with him.

�You know I do not enjoying the suffering of others,� she responded diplomatically, ��especially when there is no reason for it.�

�Indeed. It has been some time since his last infraction, and he has served us well in the last few years,� Aizen noted as he shed his own clothing, folding it neatly and setting it aside before approaching her.

His arousal was already fully up and she knew it wasn�t her doing. It disgusted her to think that torture turned him on so much. She was his wife by force, as he had threatened to annihilate her entire Division had she not agreed, and he was hardly faithful. Most of the time he partook of the servant girls, engaging them in the more violent sex he preferred, sending them to her for healing afterwards. She suspected that he was brutal with them, not only because he had a fetish for such things, but because doing so sent a message to her, telling her that he could do this to her and there was nothing anyone could, or would, do to stop it.

He was even more violent to his other, male partners than he was with the girls. Unlike the servant girls though, he only raped his male victims when he felt they�d done something worthy of punishment. Thankfully, it had been some time since he last forced himself on either of his two preferred victims. Szayel had managed to weasel out from under him via the Claim Grimmjow had on him, as the master felt the emotions of the victim and the Arrancar made a compelling argument to leave most future punishments in the hands of the Sixth Espada and his mate. Then there was Gin, who had not been as fortunate. She still occasionally found him curled up in his cubby with his thighs stained red with blood and semen. It hadn�t happened nearly as often as it had near the beginning, but it still occurred when Aizen�s mood was particularly foul.

Unohana wished she could beg her husband for so many things on Gin�s behalf, but she decided to settle for the most basic. There were three things every creature needed to survive; food, shelter, and warmth. Gin had the first two, although she was certain that Gin was very tired of eating plain rice. She tried to sneak some other things in for him on occasion, mild things that could not be smelled on his breath and thus betray her kindness to him.

�Is there a reason to continue to deny him clothing?� she asked

�Does his nudity offend you dear, and if so, why have you not mentioned it before?�

She almost remarked that it was difficult to see his mutilated body, but caught the words before they left her lips. Jushiro had once commented how painful it was to see others suffering and in response Aizen slashed his eyes out. Fortunately, battle-honed reflexes caused Jushiro to flinch slightly and Szayel�s amazing skills had salvaged one of the two damaged eyes. Still, Jushiro had had to learn how to fight all over again with his now handicapped depth perception.

There were no more words as her husband climbed over her body. She shifted her hips to allow him to settle between them and turned her attention to the ceiling. As with every night he laid with her, silently she prayed that she would remain barren as he entered her with practiced ease. It stung tonight, as she hadn�t been prepared. The tool that usually did so lay bundled up at the 4th Division. There was no pleasure for her in the act as Aizen thrust into her. This was a job on both their parts, nothing more. Her body mattered only in that it accepted his semen.

He finished with her quickly and left shortly, saying nothing. She desperately wanted to return to her own Division, but instead remained prone for ten minutes before finally getting up and heading towards the bathroom to shower his filthy touch away.

As much as she despised Aizen, he was right in that her Division could easily care for Gin without her hovering over them. It had been a long day and she needed her rest. Gin was unlikely to wake up before noon, if he was lucky.

She cast a sad look towards his cubby, noting the only things there right now were his dog dishes, one half-full of water that still had ice around the rim and the other his empty rice dish, and Shinso. She hadn�t even thought to grab his Zanpakuto in her rush to get him to the safety of the 4th Division.

To most people it would be silly to think of a sword as being sentient, but a Shinigami knew better. She felt Minazuki touch the back of her mind, her own Zanpakuto imparting what little comfort he could give. She strode over to the cubby and picked up Shinso, bringing the blade back to bed with her.

�It�s alright,� she soothed. �He�s safe and recovering as we speak. I�ll bring you to him tomorrow morning when I go into work.� Minazuki sent her a wave of approval as she spoke to the other Zanpkauto.

She didn�t normally bring Minazuki to bed with her either, but tonight she did, holding both Zanpkauto close as she gave in to her own exhaustion. She knew Zanpakuto could speak to each other on rare occasions, and she hoped that holding them both close would permit Minazuki to communicate with Shinso. Sometimes, she wondered if Kyoka Suigetsu was as twisted as her master or if the Zanpakuto�s spirit suffered in Aizen�s hands at all of the evil the blade had been forced to commit over the centuries.

Gin was almost positive he was dead. There was no other explanation for why he felt so warm and safe, as if he floated on a bed of clouds. His only regret was that Unohana had to find his corpse curled up in her bedroom floor in a naked, frozen heap, and that he had been unable to avenge the crimes Aizen had committed against Rangiku.

Then he felt a wave of warmth rush through him, and it took a moment before he realized it was coming from Shinso. He opened his mind to his Zanpakuto, awakening in his inner world. He had barely manifested before the small fox spirit jumped into his arms, whimpering and shivering. He glanced about his inner world and gave off a little sigh.

It looked like Antarctica, minus the penguins. A deep blanket of snow hid the wreckage of his inner world. The effect was like a bit of bandaging on a terrible wound. Eventually, the snow would melt, revealing the devastation Aizen had wrought on his soul when it retreated. For now, at least, it was almost scenic. Even the dead persimmon trees appeared pretty with their layer of white icing.

He could hear a voice calling for him and reluctantly he exited his inner world. It took a major effort to open his eyes. Unohana hovered over him, as did another Shinigami who was clearly from the 4th Division. This was definitely not her room and he quickly learned where he was. He was in one of the medical rooms and wrapped in several blankets, which explained the warm, secure, blissfully peaceful feeling.

�How are you feeling Gin?� she asked worriedly.

� �ight,� was all he managed to get out.

He tried to move his arm only to find it restrained. A glance down showed the IV lines even as the assistant moved to loosen the restraints now that he was awake and unlikely to pull them out in his slumber.

�That�s good,� she offered him a warm, gentle smile, �but it�s probably the drugs. You picked up a nasty case of hypothermia, but we managed to get you warmed up without sending your body into shock. You will be happy that there was no frostbite, so all your fingers and toes will stay where they are.�

That took him by surprise. He felt comfortable now and not sick at all other than the deep feeling of fatigue. He wanted to curl back up into the warmth and comfort and fall asleep again.

He tried to ask how long it had been, but she shushed him before he could even attempt to get the first word out.

�I found you two nights ago. It�s evening, almost time for me to return home,� she informed him sadly. �You have pneumonia, but the drugs and the healing Kido will keep you comfortable while your body fights it off. It could have been infinitely worse.�

He wished she could stay here next to him, but he understood. The only time Aizen ever excused her from �servicing� him was during or right after a battle.

�The medical protocol requires all victims of hyperthermia to stay for at least three days upon regaining consciousness so I can give you that time, at least. I want you to sleep, rest, and recover as much as you can,� she ordered.

Gin could hardly believe it.

Three days! He had three whole days to drift in this paradise of warmth! He would be able to sleep in and he might even get to eat something other than plain rice! Maybe he had died after all.

Of course, there was always the chance Aizen would order him back before the three days were up. Quickly tossing that thought aside, he found himself infinitely more comfortable as Unohana removed his restraints completely and took away the oxygen mask. Unohana stayed long enough to remove the catheter, a very uncomfortable thing, and helped him stumble to the bathroom. She tucked him back into bed afterwards before sternly ordering him to sleep. It was an order with which he happily complied. Finally, she set Shinso down beside him and his hand automatically clutched the sheath of his Zanpakuto. He felt the soft pulse of Kido and that was the last thing he knew.

He woke up several other times, usually when the blankets surrounding him were being replaced by more warmed ones, but would fall asleep quickly afterwards. The smell of miso soup woke him the next morning and he had to fight not to down the whole thing like a wild dog. Even something as simple as warm soup sent his taste buds leaping for it had been so long since he�d eaten anything else.

He spent most of those three days sleeping, waking up only to eat and use the bathroom. Plain white rice never crossed his lips in those three days either. In fact, his meals omitted it altogether. He would have worshiped Unohana had she asked it of him.

Regrettably, his reprieve passed far too quickly and on the third day, she approached him with a sad expression on her face, letting him know that his respite was over. He accepted the simple white kimono and reluctantly pulled it over his thin and scared body before following her home that evening.

As soon as they were back in her suite, he went to remove the clothing, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

�I managed to convince my husband that such was no longer necessary, as well as a few other things,� she nodded towards his cubby.

The blanket was back. It was the same one given to him fifteen years ago but right now, he couldn�t care less. It was a blanket, something to keep him warm at night. He felt tears threaten the corners of his eyes, a threat that became realty when warm hands pulled his head against her chest and simply held him as he sobbed.

Had he not had the dark and painful past that he did, he might have felt a little more self �loathing for reacting so strongly to something as simple as clothing and a blanket. He�d grown up in a District where neither was easy to come by and simply possessing one or more of them could get a person killed. As such, he knew their true value and he didn�t want to know what Unohana had negotiated away for their return.

�Come, Aizen should be getting home soon.�

He nodded his head and straightened up, a hint of his old grin on his face.

�Wouldn�t wanna dis�point Kami-sama now would we?�

He could use a bath right anyway, and the one he bathed her in was always nice and warm and smelled nice. Never mind that Aizen would be waiting for them and there was no telling what kind of mood he might be in.

�No, we wouldn�t,� Unohana agreed.

Thank you to those that took the time to review. I got to run and get back to writing. I want to make sure I stay well ahead and the munchkin just learned how to crawl so I am spending just as much time trying to teach him mommy�s lap top cord is not a toy as I am writing.

Next Chapter: Karin gets a mission and Starrk refreshes Jushiro�s Claim.

This Weeks Question: If there is one Bleach Character you hate and wish you could teleport into the Manga and strangle, who would it be and why?

In all honestly, I love pretty much everyone and feel indifferent towards the rest, but there is one character I completely despise, and that is Hinamori. She just pisses me off so much. �Aizen-taichou� this and �Aizen-taichou� that. Gin is obviously evil and manipulating him. Toshiro, how could you kill Aizen-taichou, never mind we are childhood friends and I should know you better than that? God the girl pisses me off. Not even Menoly and Loli are as annoying and whinny as she is, and they are pretty annoying. I did try to redeem her in my Crossbreeding series.
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