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A Brief Experiment in Cross-Breeding	By : GroovyGondolas Category: Bleach > General Views: 10976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nigiro: Snatch/Clutch/Take
Drosera: A genus of carnivorous plant, aka sundews
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Abarai Renji was plunged out of the darkness and into a haze of anger and hurt. His wrist restraints had been removed and he was laying down on something soft. A quick hand to his throat showed that he still wore the damn collar that sealed his reiatsu and made him helpless. A quick stab of pain from the wound in his chest showed that he was just as bad off as he had been before, if not worse.
Damn Aizen, damn that woman, and damn me for being so damn weak, he thought. The fight against the 7^th Espada had been one of his most difficult. Except she wasn’t an Espada then, just some fraccion he had run into during the battle while he was looking for someone serious to fight. He had vaguely recognized her as one of the arrancar who had been present at Ichigo’s battle with Nnoitoria, but she hadn’t made a lasting enough impression for him to be sure. She had barely looked like anything now, either. Just a tall woman with half of her head shaved, a spray of petal-like bone plates encircling one ear and a hole right below her sternum, the feel of her reiatsu weak enough to place her among the nameless, faceless drones of Aizen’s arrancar army. So weak, in fact, that he hadn’t felt her presence at all when he first saw her. He hadn’t known it then, but her undetectability would be a key element in his eventual defeat.
Their duel had started simply enough. He had taunted her, saying that she had better run before she really found out who she was dealing with. But the woman had stood her ground and drawn her sword. He had laughed at her outright. Renji had already defeated a half-dozen weaker numeros and he was feeling good. Zabimaru was released and swung over his shoulder, ready to taste more hollow blood. He hadn’t noticed the cold, calculated desire to kill that shone in her eyes. He hadn’t noticed the way his reiatsu had begun to flow towards her as soon as she unsheathed her sword. What he had noticed was she had long, wheat colored hair, warm gold skin, and was passably pretty. Well, pretty for a monster, anyway, and for one that was soon to be dead.
She had been fast, but he had been faster. He countered each stroke of her sword easily, enjoying each moment he got to swing Zabimaru at her, watching the effort it took to for her to block the force of his blows. He had even started enjoying himself a little bit, enjoying the fight, until she released her zanpakuto.
“Nigiro, Drosera.” she said. Then it had felt as if a great plug had been pulled and all of the reiatsu began to drain from the universe. Her appearance had changed, as all Hollows in released forms did. Her sword, nothing remarkable to begin with, now had a hilt that twined up her arm like creeping vines. Her mask had enlarged, and gotten almost tiara like, with petal-like ridges crowning her head. The real change, however, were the six massive tentacles that uncurled from her back. Each was as thick as her arm and ended in a wide paddle covered in sticky-looking villi that shined a poisonous magenta. Her reiatsu had disappeared completely, overwhelmed by what was being drawn in from the surrounding atmosphere.
“Shinigami,” she spoke, voice calm and even, “it is time for this fight to end.”
He watched as she soared about him, leaf-like tentacles billowing out behind her.
“Whatever you want,” he said with a confident smile. This was really starting to get interesting. He began to feel the absorbing force tugging at his reiatsu when he raced up to join her. The effect was remarkably strong, especially considering she was just a numeros. He had been tired from previous battles but to have her zampakuto affect him this much was completely unexpected.
She charged straight at him, the attack obviously just to test his abilities. He jumped out of the way, swinging Zabimaru as she passed. The amount of effort it took to move was notably more than it had been just a few minutes before. Everything, his body and his sword, felt like it had been turned to lead. Even Zabimaru’s bladed plates slid back into place at a rate that was visibly slower than normal. She had used sonido to easily dodge his attack and was coming back for another strike. The air felt thick and gluey when he tried to flash step away, each movement a strain for his tiring muscles.
“Alright,” he growled, putting several yards between the two of them, “you want to have a real fight? I’ll give you a real fight.” The arrancar stopped, looking at him like she was waiting patiently for his next move. His breath was already coming in a lot harder than he would have liked. “BANKAI!” he shouted.
Zabimaru and Renji were both engulfed in a flash of scarlet as they transformed. Swinging his arm Zabimaru’s giant skeletal jaws surged forwards towards the hollow. With a buzz of sonido she disappeared, materializing on Renji’s left, tentacles curled against her back to increase her agility. Her sword was aimed directly at his chest. He flicked his wrist, blocking her attack with the spines of the great serpent. The arrancar withdrew but Renji could feel her pull some more of his power with her.
Renji moved to the offensive and sent Zabimaru’s jaws chasing after her through the evening sky, firing a huge, red fireball of energy at her from below. The arrancar moved to block the incoming blast of kido with her sword. Instead of deflecting the shot, her zampakuto seemed to drink in the energy in a matter of seconds. Renji thought he might have seen her smile in the flash of red light as his attack winked out of existence.
Suddenly she had her tentacles tangled around Zabimaru’s head like a many-legged sea monster drowning a sinking ship. Renji could feel the energy being drained from his zampakuto wherever the clinging tentacles made contact. He desperately tried to shake her loose but she was stuck fast, each flailing motion weaker than the last as reiatsu bled out from the snake’s vertebrae. Zabimaru gnashed its teeth, fangs closing uselessly on her heirro-fortified flesh.
Renji felt a great, irresistible tug followed by a huge crash. Zabimaru’s jaw fell away, Renji no longer having the power to hold the joints together. Each segment began separating with a sickening pop, one after the other. He felt as if his own body was falling to pieces.
The destroyed fragments of his sword began to flicker, each transforming back into its shikai state. Renji tried to reach out and pull the pieces back together, but he hardly had the strength to support the weight of his own body. All he had left to defend himself with was the broken handle he held in his hands.
He didn’t even feel pain when the razor-sharp point of her sword pierced his chest. Just horrible, devastating cold.
Then, as if every single vein and capillary and individual vessel of power was being torn out of his body he felt unbearable, overwhelming pressure and then-
He had woken up to Kotetsu Isane and Hanataro tending to his wounds. He couldn’t understand what they were saying, but from their tone he could tell it was bad. From the bolts of pain shooting through his chest with each heartbeat, he knew they weren’t wrong. They had only had time to patch him back together before he had been summoned to appear in front of Aizen with the rest of his captive comrades where it had been announced that he was to be bred like livestock for Aizen’s deranged amusement.
Not only that, but with her. He cracked open an eyelid and realized he was laying on his back on a futon in a stark white room. A blanket had been thrown over him and from the looks of it a new bandage had been applied to his chest. His robes had vanished and now he only wore a thin white kimono. Hearing movement, he slowly tried to ease himself into a sitting position so he could see what was going on. His head gave a few sharp stabs of agonizing protest but after a few moments the pangs had dulled enough for him to take in his surroundings.
The room he was in was mostly bare with only basic furnishings. Across the wall from were he sat at the back of the room was a medium sized bed covered in a white sheet. Near the door were a white couch, a table, and some chairs. There were no lamps or light fixtures visible, but somehow the room was lit far brighter than what should have been possible from just the moonbeams filtering in through the lone window. There was an open doorway off to the side through which he could hear running water. A bathroom, most likely, with someone inside. As quickly as he could manage, which wasn’t very quickly at all, Renji got to his feet. All of the muscles in his body seemed to scream at once as he unsteadily stood and looked around the room for something, anything, he could use as a weapon. Besides the pillows on the bed and the blanket he had been laying under, there appeared to be nothing.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Came a cool voice from across the room. Renji flinched and then groaned from the pain caused by the sudden movement. In the doorway stood the 7^th Espada, arms crossed, dressed in a robe for sleeping.
“Like hell,” Renji managed to spit. “Do you think I’m just going to lay here and let you and the rest of Aizen’s minions do whatever they like to my friends?” Even talking seemed to hurt.
In a flash, she was standing in front of him, and with a touch she used her abilities to once again drain his reiatsu and drop him to the floor. He gave a pained grunt as he caught himself, his wound jarred from the impact.
“Did you feel that, Shinigami?” she said softly. “That was the feeling of all of your reiatsu being drained from your body in an instant. I only touched you for a fraction of a second and already you are too weak to stand.”
Renji cursed himself internally. She spoke the truth; his entire body felt like it was made of stone and he was drenched in cold sweat.
“The wound in your chest is more than just an ordinary sword blow.” She explained. “I know because I am the one that gave it to you. My zanpakuto has the power to forcefully tear every shred of reiatsu from your body. Obviously I did not remove all of it, or you would be dead.” He stared at the floor, too tired to even raise his head. “Because of this, while your healers tended to your bodily wounds, the real damage was done to your reiatsu itself, which is something that can only heal over time. With the collar you are wearing this recovery process will take weeks, which means for now, you are in a position to help no one.”
“Damn you!” he managed to choke out, balling his fists against the floor. Hot, angry tears had begun to well in his eyes. She was right; he was useless. He felt her hand touch his shoulder. From someone else the gesture could have been taken as soothing.
“Shinigami,” she said quietly, as if she did not want to upset him further, “if you get yourself killed now you will be of use to no one. For now, your only choice is to rest.”
He wanted to say something, anything, any final word of protest he could muster, but with her words he felt his remaining sliver of strength leave him and he slipped back into darkness.
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