The Real King | By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 48386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 13 |
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Caged
The only person that could be more pissed than a Kurosaki, was, well, Karin honestly couldn’t think of anyone, not even Grimmjow. Never mind the fact that as the Beta, Grimmjow would take Ichigo’s name, thus making him a Kurosaki, but since everyone valued their property, not to mention their lives, the subject was never brought up. Either way, Karin was pissed, beyond pissed. Completely furious was a more apt description as to what she was feeling right now. The face painted bastard had come up behind her from nowhere and jabbed a needle in her neck. The prick was the only warning she had received that she was under attack, and whatever had been in the injection had her unconscious before she even began to fall.
‘Fucker better not have injected me with something other than a sedative,’ she growled as she paced the small cage she was locked in, and it was small. It only took three, small steps to get across it.
In another cage nearby, Szayel was laying on the floor unconscious. He was still sweating and whimpering, but there was nothing she could do about it, not while she was in a cage herself that appeared to be made out of welded steel. They were not close enough to be able to touch even had he been awake and both of them stretched out their arms. As such, she could only gage his condition visually. He seemed better than when she had caught up with Ichigo in the medical ward, but not by much.
So far there had been no sign of their captor, not that she needed to see who it was. She had a pretty damn good guess at who it was. The room itself was bare other than the two cages, although she did spot a camera in one corner pointed at their cells, a red light blinking. What light was in the room came from under the door, but her eyes had adjusted enough already that she could see the small room just fine.
“Szayel,” she called, hoping to get an answer this time for she had been calling for him since waking up some time ago. She was once again disappointed.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, she forced herself to sit down and lean against the wall side of her cage, ignoring how the steel bars dug into her back.
“I know you can hear me, you bastard. If you let us go now, Ichi-nii and the rest of our pack might not slaughter you,” she spoke firmly to the room, feeling a little foolish as she did so.
There was no answer and with another frustrated sigh, Karin settled for glaring at the door, calling out to Szayel every so often to see if he was coherent yet. She didn’t recall falling asleep, but the sound of the door opening jerked her awake, and subsequently, to her feet. She crossed her arms and glared at the two shadows that entered the room, the sudden bright light making it difficult for her to see properly at first.
One person was definitely the creepy bastard, maniacal grin on white painted face framed by some messed up head piece. The other one looked like someone from an old samurai flick or something and was wearing an expensive kimono complete with top knot. The second man held himself stiffly, like he had a stick shoved up his ass, while Kurotsuchi was hunched over, as if getting ready to beckon her closer to the bars for a petting.
Karin’s attention was so riveted on the two men that she hadn’t even realized that Szayel had stopped his feverish whimpers while she’d been asleep until the sound of his voice broke the tense silence.
“If you let us go, the rest of our pack, especially Ichigo, might not kill you,” Szayel said hoarsely, unknowing echoing Karin’s earlier comment.
“This time, they will not be able to find you,” Kurotsuchi snorted derisively. “You should be laying soon yes? This time they won’t have your scent to trace,” he laughed with a touch of insanity.
Oh yeah, her brother really know how to find them. Or maybe she should blame her father, he was the start of it all after all, being an ex Shinigami taichou himself. No, she supposed, the real one to blame was Urahara. He was the idiot that let this psycho free in the first place.
‘I swear, when we get out of here, I had better get a discount at his store for the rest of my life,’ she couldn’t help but to think derisively. ‘Free sounds about right for putting up with this shit.’
“You really don’t know Ichi-nii that well,” Karin scoffed. “He is going to find us, and than he is going to fuck you up so badly there won’t even be any cells left to find, let alone regenerate,” she hissed angrily.
Anger was good, anger kept her strong. If she lost her grip on her anger she was going to be beyond terrified, as in a cowering, jabbering, shivering mess terrified. Yylfordt had told her many of the things Kurotsuchi had done to him, and the thought of those same things being done to her was enough to make her bones freeze in horror. Hell, he would probably make her watch while he did half of those things to Szayel.
‘Breath, just breath and stay angry. Ichi-nii and the others will come for us,’ she chanted in her mind, all the while trying to remain in a pissed off pose. ‘Bastards like this feed on fear. Don’t feed them,’ she added.
“I would watch your tongue, girl,” Kurotsuchi hissed at her. “You cost me my lab and my job!” he shrieked at her. “When I am done with you, not even your cells will be recognizable.” Kurotsuchi suddenly smirked. “Maybe, I’ll return you to specimen A15 when I am done with you,” he laughed. “Almost a pity he wasn’t there. So many unfinished test,” Kurotsuchi shook his head sadly. “I wonder how much his behavioural pattern has changed. He never traded anything for favours before, but I can’t help but to wonder if he would do so for you,” Kurotsuchi mussed.
Karin felt her throat go dry, recalling the subordinate she had killed, the one Yylfordt had informed her had traded things for sexual favours. The same one that had come close to raping Szayel before she had arrived and jabbed her katana through his back. Her eyes darted fearfully towards the other, unnamed male.
“What about you Szayel Aporro Grantz? I know you will do almost anything for the sake of your cubs, but how far would you go for your worthless, brother’s mate?” Kurotsuchi crooned.
Szayel didn’t answer, just glared silently at the mocking madman.
“Well, we have plenty of time to eventually find out.”
“Enough gloating. Just kill the useless human brat and lets get on with the real reason we are here,” unknown, uppity, stick up his ass, male number 1 growled.
Kurotsuchi’s face turned into a scowl.
“She is not human, but rather, something interesting. Besides, we will need two viable specimens if we are to bred those special guards you want.”
Karin felt another spike of ice pierce her heart at the very thought of being forced to bear children for this deranged lunatic to take. It was insane, and there was no way in any hell that she would sleep with Szayel. The very thought made her shudder. Not that he was bad looking, per say, but 1) she was definitely not ready to have sex, 2) he was sooo not her type, and 3) that would be a betrayal of the man she had developed a meaningful relationship with. She was a one man kind of girl.
“I would sooner die than mate with my Alpha’s sister without both his permission, and her consent,” Szayel said firmly. “And she isn’t my type,” he added afterwards.
“No kidding,” she agreed with a mutter.
“And here I thought you claimed to be a scientist, if a rather poor one at that. Even a mere student is obviously more learned than you.” Kurotsuchi mocked.
“Artificial insemination,” she muttered, catching on quickly, the spike of ice in her heart racing through the rest of her veins to leave her in a state of shock and horror. Without so much as a ‘by your leave,’ her anger fled and was replaced by the very terror she had desperately been trying to keep at bay.
“But first, of course, we need to make sure our new ‘mother’ is going to be a suitable candidate, not to mention gather the samples and establish a control,” he chuckled.
The needle that was pulled out of his sleeve was large and dangerous looking. Karin scrambled against the back wall as he approached her with a wide, maniacal grin.
“Don’t worry, Specimen H1, I assure you that when you wake up, nothing will have been altered. This time,” he cackled.
Trapped in the small cage there was no where for her to escape to. He easily got a hold of her and, with a sharp jab, the needle slid into her skin and the fluid pumped into her body. Like in the lab, she was unconscious before she even hit the ground.
When Karin awoke again she found herself laying on the floor of the small cell as if she had never been moved. Other than the heavy feeling of a sedative wearing off, the only other complaint she had was that her stomach felt like it was being pinched. Her eyes were heavy as she forced them open. At first everything was a blur, but her eyes came into focus rather quickly.
The sound of a mettle door clanking shut drew her attention to the cage beside her. It must have been what had awakened her from her drug induced slumber. Laying unconscious on the cage floor, and wearing absolutely nothing that she could see, was Szayel. His own state of undress jerked her further awake and brought about the notice that she was also completely naked with nothing more than a small bandage taped to her stomach. She curled up the best she could to cover her nudity, earning a chuckled from the creature in the room.
“No need to be shy, Specimen H1. You have nothing I haven’t already explored,” he purred the last word, “on millions of others,” Kurotsuchi chuckled. “Although, I must say, you are in good health, and definitely suitable for my needs. Your uterus is fully functional, your eggs look splendid, and you, yourself, are in excellent health, clear of any infections or other such imperfections,” he announced pleased. “And good birthing hips as well,” he added as an after thought, throwing in a chuckle for good measure.
Karin shivered, and more fear raced through her as the thought that he might have already impregnated her while she was unconscious raced through her mind. She felt the beginnings of a panic attack, one that was interrupted before it could go too far.
“You’re not pregnant, not yet,” came a slurred voice from beside her.
Her eyes darted around to meet drug glazed gold before she recalled her current nudity, and his, and quickly tried to curl up closer to the wall while averting her gaze. Kurotsuchi sneered at Szayel, clearly displeased his game was over before it could really begin.
“She will be soon enough, now that I have secured samples from the both of you. As soon as I have viable embryos they will be implanted within her. Giving what I know of the fertility rate of hollows, I predict that several of the eggs we harvested today will be successfully fertilized once I introduce you own ejaculation. Perhaps even all of them will be viable,” he laughed manically. “I could impregnate you both at the same time,” he chuckled. “Of course, you lack a conventional womb, but I am sure we can work around that.”
“Without a ritual of domination to activate the DNA and reiatsu infused ‘semen’ you have collected from me, you won’t be able to fertilize anything,” Szayel scoffed, his voice slowly gaining strength.
“A simple thing to reproduce,” Kurotuchi snorted, waving his hand dismissively.
Karin wasn’t able to follow the conversation after that as the two started in on technical scientific speech that barely covered what was truly a pathetic round of name calling and insults. Really, the two were acting like children, even if the words they used would make most people with their doctorates cross their eyes in confusion. Karin felt herself calm down a bit as the attention was taken off of her, but only a bit. She was still naked, she was still trapped in a cage, and the mad man holding her still desired to impregnate her, and soon by the sound of it.
‘Rescue had better come quick,’ she thought desperately.
“As amusing as it is bantering with an inferior mind such as you have, Specimen, I have results to input and verify. If I were you, I would get what rest I could, for I have so many more interest things to test for.” With that proclamation, Kurotsuchi whirled about and strutted from the room, his cloak bellowing out behind him. Shortly after the door closed behind him, the lights went out leaving them in complete darkness, for even the hall light seemed to be turned off.
For a moment there was nothing but silence in the room, other than the sound of their breathing.
“What is he going to do to me?” she finally asked, more to break the imposing silence than wanting to really know.
Szayel didn’t answer right away, but eventually he started giving her a run down on what it would take to artificially impregnate her, including how he would artificially stimulate the eggs and semen sample to make them viable. She shivered and curled up more, clutching her knees to her chest. She didn’t understand everything he said, maybe ten percent of it, but she comprehended enough to have a general idea on what the procedures would require and would do to her.
While she appreciated the fact that her brother’s Arrancar didn’t treat her like a child and were frank with her, even over issues that would send her father into massive seizures, this was one time she almost wished Szayel had sugar-coated it. The image he was painting was going to give her nightmares for a very long time, possibly even out doing the ones she’d been having of killing.
Eventually silence settled between them and Karin slowly became more aware of how cold the room was. She didn’t think they were in Hueco Mundo anymore. That realm was always comfortable and the temperature didn’t really change much. There was also the unknown man with the outdated wardrobe, which to her, suggested they were in Soul Society.
“You seem to be feeling better,” she noted, unable to take the oppressive, dark silence anymore, and too terrified to risk falling asleep.
“Yes, no doubt my ailment was caused by a dormant virus that was activated when he wanted to make his move. I will admit it was a clever plan,” Szayel confessed grudgingly. “I plan on looking for it when I get back to my lab.”
Silence settled between them again, and it unnerved her ever more. She didn’t like it in the least. It was like the darkness had an actual, oppressive weight to it that was smothering her. Almost like her nightmares were right there in front of her and she couldn’t tell if she was awake or dreaming.
“Since we don’t really have much to talk about, and I don’t need to worry about Ichi-nii or goat face walking in on us; what does my brother and father truly think about my relationship with Yylfordt?” she questioned hesitantly, desperate to break the silence and honestly curious about what he would have to say about it. He was a very observant person after all.
She heard Szayel let out a soft sigh before he answered.
“Your brother is weary of it, but willing to support it if that is what you want. Your father…. is your father,” Szayel settled for.
Despite their situation, Karin couldn’t help but to chuckle, knowing exactly what Szayel meant. No man would ever be good enough for either her or her sister in her father’s eyes.
“Your father and brother are right to be concerned. Hollows are not known for their loving characteristics and, until recently, your father was really only introduced to the aggressive, more base creature of our kind. Being turned into Arrancar seems to have returned a large number of the emotions that we had lost, including what I would reluctantly classify as love.
“It’s almost like having woken up from a very long coma where you dreamed you were alive and moving, but nothing really registered. Now, we need to relearn the entire spectrum of our emotions, outside of anger and hunger. Granted, in my case, I had retained all of my mortal memories and, as such, retained a larger collection of emotions, such as curiosity.”
Karin gave a ‘hmmm’ of agreement.
Silence settled around them once more, but this time it was somewhat comfortable. When the door opened she jerked in fear, the room remaining completely dark. She scanned the darkness the best she could, but other than the red light from the camera, no doubt an infer red one, there was nothing.
“Szayel,” she called over wordily, her voice unwittingly cracking with fear. His night vision was infinitely better than hers thanks to his self modifications, but it was so dark in here she wondered if even he could see.
“I am fine,” he assured her. “We are being fed.”
The sound of something being set down in her cage reached her ears, and shortly after the door closed with a clang. She didn’t move, intently listening to the darkness for proof that the intruder had actually left. The only noise in the room was that of her and Szayel’s breathing.
“Don’t eat it,” Szayel ordered rather sharply.
“I didn’t plan to,” she assured him.
“Good,” he sighed.
If their food was not drugged, she would be shocked. Once again she hoped Ichigo wouldn’t take too long in getting here. She could only go so long without eating, and had no doubt they would force feed her if she refused for too long. The longer she didn’t eat, the weaker she would get and the easier to subdue her it would be. Drugs or starvation, one or the other would ultimately weaken her to the point they could manhandle her. She doubted they would let her starve herself for too long.
The darkness was getting oppressive and heavy again, granted, it was also welcomed as it was easier to forget that they were both completely naked. It made her shiver to think that whoever was watching them on the camera could be jacking off to their images and she firmly put that thought out of her mind. More than likely anyone watching the camera would be bored out of their minds and half asleep.
“Try to sleep,” Szayel ordered, causing her to jerk in surprise.
“Shouldn’t we remain alert in case they come for us while we are sleeping?” She questioned.
“I’ll stay awake first. You sleep,” he ordered.
Since he was higher than her in the pack, she decided not to argue. Besides, sleep was sounding like a good idea right now. Karin curled up the best she could in her cage and attempted to get some rest. She had a feeling she was going to need it. Oddly enough, she didn’t have that hard of a time falling asleep. Sedatives did tend to take a while to work completely out of the system.
Loss was not something he was use to feeling, at least, not to this level where it felt like his heart was being torn out, and never mind there was already a hole where his physical heart should have been. If this was an inkling of what he felt when he had lost his human cub, Yylfordt could easily understand how he had become a hollow. It damn near felt like he was becoming one again.
Perhaps, in many ways, this situation was even worse. Unlike with his daughter during their mortal life, he knew Kurotsuchi and was well aware of what the despicable, now ex shinigami was capable of. He knew what Karin faced, and the very thought of her undergoing even a fraction of the tests that had been run on him left his blood chilled. Kurotsuchi did not believe in wasting resources such as sedatives, hell, more often than not he didn’t even use something as simple as a painkillers. He swore Kurotsuchi took great pleasure in listening to the screams of his victims.
That was one thing Yylfordt could say about his brother, or at least his ‘old’ brother. Szayel had used sedatives and painkillers on his victims, preferring to leave them as relaxed as could be most of the time. Something about stress corrupting the data and diminishing the usefulness of a specimen. He had been a very professional scientist, if not prone to stagecraft as all of them seemed to be.
Yylfordt continued to pace about the large complex, searching for any hint of a clue as to what had happened to his brother and hopefully, future mate. He honestly wasn’t expecting to find much of anything, Kurotsuchi was a very crafty bastard after all, but one never knew. Luck was just as important on the hunt as skill was. Luck was what they were going to need. Szayel was too far along now for them to use scent to find him before he laid.
He almost missed it, nearly walked right by it, and would have had a draft not caused it to stir. He froze, eyes darting towards the slim movement. He held his breath and waited. Another small, draft of wind caused the object to move again and he lunged for it, but wisely didn’t touch it. It was a single strand of black hair seemingly imbedded in the wall. For a brief moment, he felt hope flare before tampering it. There was no proof yet that the hair was Karin’s, and the trail could go cold just as fast as it was found. Still, it was better than nothing.
Thanks for the reviews. I hope you enjoyed the tension in this Chapter. As usual, no clue when the next Chapter will be ready. I really want to wrap this fict up though and with POV 2 a good distance ahead, I might have a smidgen more time to focus on finishing this one up.
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