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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6 - So Close Yet So Far
Uryu was worried about Ichigo's wounds and his own hurt more than enough, so it was a pity they didn't have Orihime to heal them. That girl was amazing in Uryu's opinion, even if she couldn't fight like the rest of them. Perhaps one day she would realize how important she really was. Fighters were many, someone with her talent too few, or perhaps none, as her healing power exceeded even that of Captain Unohana.
Even though he was tired and wanted nothing more than to get some rest, there were other important things to take care of, like bandaging Ichigo again and getting more money. The problem was that Ichigo fell asleep in his arms, so he wasn't sure if he wanted to wake him up or not. His eyes turned to Ichigo's face, slick with sweat and blood, but what really caught his attention was the soft smile. It made him think that Ichigo felt safe at that moment, more at peace, and perhaps he did. That was a sufficient reason to not wake him up.
Getting Ichigo into bed without waking him was not an easy task but he managed to do it. The bed would further get soaked with blood but there was no point in dwelling over it.
Before leaving he had to wash and change though. Walking around the streets with a bloodied face was like asking for trouble. He was glad he picked up a hoodie when he bought some clothes earlier that day as a hoodie was the perfect item to hide his face as much as possible. He went to pick up his glasses from where they flew when he got punched in the face but it was pointless, the glasses were done for. At least he could still see enough to not get into an accident even if he didn't wear them.
His plan was to go back home, get some money, then once he was back he was going to get a room with two beds so he could rest as well. It was the first time in his life when he regretted not having a bank account and a credit card. The hardest part of his plan came afterwards though, as he was going to try and convince Ichigo to accept help, either from Orihime or from another Shinigami who knew how to heal injuries. Maybe Ichigo could survive most of the wounds he got, but those broken ribs and that internal bleeding were too much of a serious problem to ignore.
Sneaking out of the hotel was tricky. He wanted to avoid the receptionist since he already knew she was the type to ask questions which he didn't want to answer at that moment, or never for that matter. Once he got out of the elevator he waited until a few people went to check in and then quickly and quietly left the hotel.
It was still light outside so he had to be careful if he didn't want to get pulled over by the police in case one saw him and his father had reported the car as stolen. Actually, he was sure the bastard did just that even if he knew it was him who took it. Why couldn't he have a normal father who would help him when he needed help? Even Ichigo's freak of a dad was a thousand times better than his. The guy was overprotective of his two daughters but in general, from what Ichigo had mentioned before, he seemed to be a good parent.
Once he got to the car he remembered he also had to take care of the broken window sooner or later. There were too many things he had to fix, and somehow they all seemed to go back to that accursed Espada who was probably laughing his ass off at the expense of Ichigo's suffering. His hands tightly clenched the steering wheel, Uryu imagining Grimmjow neck instead of the inanimate object. He breathed in deeply after he realized he was getting consumed by murderous thoughts when there was no time for such things. First things first, he had to get to his house without getting arrested.
While Uyu was struggling with his own problems Grimmjow was slowly walking through the halls of Las Noches. He wasn't laughing his ass off like Uryu imagined, but instead he was slightly worried with everything that happened. When he got back after the entire incident with the orange haired Shinigami he expected Aizen to be furious and to obviously punish him in some way for losing so many Arrancars. What he didn't expect was to be left alone and for everything else to continue like nothing had ever happened. Well, there was Tousen, throwing him an angry look every now and then but the guy sometimes did that so he wasn't sure if it was because of what happened or because he couldn't stand him in general.
He also couldn't understand what drove him to do what he did, as he wasn't the type to force himself on someone. He didn't regret it though, just that it was puzzling him how the Shinigami got him so angry and horny at the same time. It wasn't like others hadn't pissed him off before, as it happened on a daily basis for that matter, but no one manage to anger him like the Shinigami did. It was probably because of the stupid things the Shinigami said and because of those things he wanted nothing more than the idiot daring enough to think that he, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez would lose, to suffer a horrible fate. Him losing to that guy was unthinkable, and even though he hated agreeing with Ulquiorra on anything, he decided to make one exception and agree with the fact that the Shinigami was trash. Maybe he didn't even have any other power that he could obtain if he was left alone for a while longer, Grimmjow making a mistake in letting him live.
Oh, but how he enjoyed fucking him, every single second of it. He could almost smell the Shinigami's scent, hear those beautiful cries of agony and he could almost feel that soft skin under his hands as his victim's body was shaking uncontrollably with fear. He closed his eyes and stopped in his tracks, the memories felt so vivid... he could even remember the taste of the Shinigami's blood like he was drinking it right then and there. He also remembered how delicious and tempting he looked with all the blood covering his almost naked body, especially those well sculpted abs. He was truly starting to regret his decision of hurrying back to Hueco Mundo without fucking him again that night. He also loved how the Shinigami begged because it only made him want to inflict even more damage on his trembling body. He bit his lower lip, trying to stifle a moan, but was soon brought out of his dreams by what he considered to be a very annoying person with a very annoying voice.
"I see you're already missing that great fuck you had. You were out there having fun while all of us were in here getting bored to death!" finished the other Espada in a whiny voice.
"Szayel..." said Grimmjow acknowledging his presence, then continued to walk down the long corridor.
"Oh come on, stop ignoring me!" yelled Szayel at Grimmjow's retreating back. Szayel had to pick up the pace to catch up to him.
"Are you here to bitch at me for letting your brother die?" asked a very annoyed Grimmjow.
"Of course not! Like I care about garbage such as him. I actually managed to get some good data because of your little escapade so I don't mind one bit."
"Whatever, now leave me the fuck alone," growled Grimmjow at the pink haired Espada.
"Can't you just grant me one little wish? I only need a few samples from your body, then I can study that Shinigami boy's reiatsu. You were VERY close to him, he even injured you, so some remaining traces of his reiatsu must still be left on your body," said Szayel chuckling.
Grimmjow didn't answer and kept walking straight ahead trying to ignore Szayel as much as he could, all the while focusing on willing away the beginning of an erection he got while thinking about the Shinigami.
"Are you saying you want the poor boy's suffering to go to waste? Don't you have a heart?" asked Szayel in a mocking tone.
Grimmjow knew the other didn't care about him nor the Shinigami. He was sick of his idiotic remarks and fake concern and even though he wasn't planning on getting physical with him he still ended up smashing Szayel into the nearest wall when he felt a hand on his shoulder trying to stop him. That was unacceptable. His hand tightened around Szayel's slender neck, almost cutting off his air supply. Grimmjow knew he couldn't kill him though, he wasn't allowed and it took everything he had to not do so. Although they were close in numbers he was still much stronger and the fact still remained that Szayel could never win against him.
"Never touch me again because if you do I will pluck this pink head of yours right off your body," whispered Grimmjow in the other Espada's ear.
"Aizen-sama would never forgive you," said Szayel in a strained voice while struggling to breath.
Grimmjow growled, the guy had guts, he had to admit it. At least he didn't state he'd win like the idiot Shinigami. Szayel knew his place and for that he decided to leave him alone, but first, why not play with his mind for a bit? He wanted to make sure he'd never be bothered by him again.
"Oh yes, of course, Aizen-fucking-sama surely cares about a loser such as yourself, but anyway, why kill you when I can have some fun?" purred Grimmjow suggestively.
As soon as those words left his mouth he felt the other tense and he managed to get a glimpse of terrified eyes before Szayel closed them and relaxed once more. He opened them again after a while and spoke.
"There is absolutely no need to get violent, we're both Espadas, not those mindless beasts that roam outside of Las Noches. So how about we each go our separate ways for now and talk about this later?" finished Szayel in a cheerful tone.
"That's what I've been saying from the beginning. Leave me the fuck alone," said Grimmjow.
He let go of Szayel's neck and hurried back to his room.
Szayel let out the air he was keeping inside his lungs once the 6th Espada was far enough to not hear him. Being able to survive unharmed after getting Grimmjow Jaegerjaques angry, one of the most violent and easily consumed by rage Espadas was not something other people often managed to accomplish. Due to the 6th's volatile nature none of the Espadas who were lower in rank wanted to have anything to do with him. Truth be told, he expected Grimmjow to react somewhat violently at his proposition but he had hoped he could convince him if he played his cards right. What he didn't expect was Grimmjow's threat of fucking him if he didn't leave him alone. Szayel's shuddered, he simply did not want to think how would sex with Grimmjow go. He had no intention of being anyone's bitch.
Grimmjow, who finally managed to get to his room, was even more worried than before because if Szayel knew what happened then so did Aizen, so why hadn't he mentioned anything about it? Perhaps he was expecting Grimmjow to go crawling on his hands and knees asking for forgiveness?
"Like that would ever happen," snorted Grimmjow.
If Aizen was waiting for him to ask for forgiveness then he could wait for all eternity as far as he was concerned. Furthermore, he was sick of Aizen's so called pretended niceness which was disgusting in his opinion. At least if someone pissed him off he'd openly say so and act upon it, like he did with the orange haired Shinigami, who's name he couldn't really recall at that moment. Was the guy even alive?
Unfortunately for Grimmjow, the answer to his question was known by Uryu alone who somehow managed to get back to Karakura Town without getting stopped by the police and arrested. With all the mess at least one good thing happened. While Uryu was driving he ended up spotting Kon who was crossing the street right in front of him. For once he was having luck, so he quickly got out of the car and grabbed Kon's arm. The Mod Soul, who was occupying Ichigo's human body at that moment, snapped his head to the side, wondering who was the asshole who dared to grab him like that. He was about to yell the obvious question of who the fuck did the other guy think he was when he stopped suddenly, somehow being able to recognize the Quincy under all the bruises that covered his face.
"Ishida...?" asked Kon even though he knew the answer.
"Yes. You have to come with me right now," said Uryu quickly and almost dragged Kon to the car, who was too baffled to even move.
Although Kon acted like an idiot in general it didn't mean he was one. Just like everyone else he also suspected that Ichigo was with Ishida.
"What happened to your face?" asked Kon.
"I managed to get Kurosaki very angry. I must confess I never expected him to even have the necessary strength to attack," answered Uryu sounding concerned.
"Ahhhh!" yelled Kon pointing his finger at the Quincy. "So nee-san was right! You really know where Ichigo is!"
"Yes, I do. I had no intention of keeping our location a secret but Kurosaki didn't allow me to call anyone who could help him."
At hearing that, Kon figured that something bad must have happened to Ichigo.
"That doesn't make any sense, why would he do that?", inquired Kon.
Uryu was silent for a while as he didn't know what to say. He knew Ichigo would probably truly kill him if he said a single word about what happened but he also needed Kon for his slightly modified plan to work in getting Ichigo back on his feet, and if not, to at least save his life before he ended up dead due to his stupidity.
"I'll let Ichigo decide if he wants to tell you or not so forget that for now. Once I get a few things from my house I'll take you to Kurosaki."
"Let's bring nee-san too! She's worried to death," added Kon, his voice filled with sadness.
"No, Kurosaki would kill us both. Can't you just trust me on this one?" asked Uryu.
"Not really, but it looks like I have no other choice," said Kon and turned his head towards the window as a sign that he was dismissing Ishida.
They both spent the rest of the way in silence and Uryu only spoke again after he stopped in front of his house, asking Kon to wait for him inside the car.
He made his way to the door and opened it. There was no time to waste so he hurried to where he kept the money. He didn't even bother to turn on the lights once he was inside and that was his biggest mistake, only realizing it as he felt his left arm being twisted behind his back. He was then pushed harshly onto the floor by someone, not being allowed any chance to react and try to fight off the intruder.
"What is this? Who are you?" asked Uryu.
The perpetrator didn't answer for a while and all that could be heard was Uryu's heavy breathing. Just as he was about to ask again he got his answer.
"Ishida..." said the guy who appeared to be Renji. That voice was his, thought Uryu.
It was not good though. Renji was not Kon, there was no way this Shinigami who was so much like Ichigo would simply allow him to walk away without an explanation. He could only try though.
"Yes, it's me, now could you please let me go? I'd rather keep my arm, thank you very much," answered Uryu trying to convey all of the annoyance he felt at that moment through his voice for the other to hear.
To his surprise, instead of letting go Renji twisted his arm even more, making Uryu grunt in pain.
"What do you think you're doing? I demand you let go of me," snapped Uryu.
"I can't do that unfortunately, at least not before you tell me what you did to Ichigo."
"What...?" asked a puzzled Uryu. Were they suspecting him of doing something to Ichigo? That was insane. If he was guilty of anything then he was guilty of listening to Ichigo.
"Don't make me repeat myself. Where's Ichigo?"
"I refuse to answer any questions as long as you keep holding me down like some sort of criminal. This is ridiculous and I don't appreciate being treated like a criminal in my own house."
"Fine... just don't try anything funny, because if you do, I might just not be able to control my strength and end up accidentally hurting you... badly," said Renji and got up.
Uryu got up as well and rubbed his shoulder. That idiot had been way too forceful on him. He could've broken his arm. He easily found the switch even in the dark and turned on the light.
Both of them narrowed their eyes at each other. Uryu was very upset that someone suspected him of hurting Ichigo. On the other hand Renji thought those wounds on the Quincy's face added even more to his suspicions of Ishida knowing where Ichigo was. Leaving that aside, if Ichigo was hurt why didn't the Quincy call anyone and why was he sneaking back into his own house? He didn't like it but he couldn't help but be suspicious of the Quincy's behavior. Uryu was the first to break the heavy silence that hung in the air.
"I can't believe this is happening. I feel insulted."
"I'll make sure to apologize once you tell me where Ichigo is... and also after you explain to me what the hell have you been doing these past two days."
It was a tough question. He couldn't really tell him what happened but he still wondered why was he even suspected. It simply made no sense. It was absolutely stupid, especially after what happened in Soul Society.
"Where the hell is Ichigo?" yelled Renji and Uryu backed away just a bit, Renji actually startling him.
He couldn't answer and he didn't know a way to get out of what appeared to be a very sticky situation.
"Ishida, do you remember our first meeting?" asked Renji with a wide grin on his face.
Uryu almost paled at being forced to remember the humiliation he suffered that night. He lost to Renji, badly. At that time he underestimated Renji and lost. Even if he had his powers back he wasn't sure he'd ever again risk fighting Renji. The man was that scary. Not that he was scared... or maybe he was a bit, but he definitely did not want to get cut by that deadly zanpakuto of his ever again. Somehow he had a feeling that if he didn't answer soon, Renji would not be able hold back for too long.
"I asked you if you remember our first meeting!" snapped Renji, this time Uryu wincing at the loud tone in the other man's voice.
"Yes," answered Uryu weakly. "What about it?"
On the inside, Renji was close to the boiling point but he was trying his best not to show it. The Quincy was pissing him off and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last before injuring him, intentionally or not.
"If you don't tell me where Ichigo is I'll let Zabimaru carve that smooth skin of yours slowly and painfully for being such a prick and not answering my questions," said Renji and looked Uryu in the eyes.
Uryu was in a very bad situation. He couldn't betray Ichigo but he couldn't get past Renji either. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself down and think of a way out of the situation he found himself in. Renji was still in his Gigai so maybe he had a chance of bringing him down. He might at least have a chance to buy enough time to get to the car. He wasn't hoping to win, but only to slow him down. It was the classic scenario of brain vs brawn, which meant he needed a plan. Luckily he came up with a pretty good one quite fast. He didn't like it, but he had no other choice.
"I'm sorry Abarai, I was hoping you'd let me go but I understand now that you can't do that as the Shinigamis in Soul Society are being idiots again and have ordered you to capture me. I know you can't defy an order from above," said Uryu and sighed.
Renji looked at him like he had grown a second head. Poor kid thought Soul Society wanted him found and imprisoned. It would have been amusing to let him think that but he wasn't such a sadist, especially since he knew about the boy's hate towards the Shinigamis and what caused it. He wasn't that heartless.
"There is no such order."
"What? Then why did you ask me what I did to Ichigo? It implied I hurt Ichigo, or worse," said Uryu.
"Because I can somewhat feel his reiatsu on you, which means you know where Ichigo is and you haven't told any of us, and now, after seeing your face... it's obvious who did this to you," said Renji and rolled his eyes.
"Oh..." was the only think that came out of the Quincy's mouth. He was relieved, but he also had a few questions of his own. "Then why were you being such a forceful asshole? You nearly broke my arm!" complained Uryu.
"Cause you're the asshole that knows where he is and refuses to tell me. Can you even understand how worried we all are? Rukia is close to bursting into tears, and that is something I don't wanna see," said Renji and narrowed his eyes once more.
He understood, and very well at that, but it still didn't give him the right to betray Ichigo. Besides, he had Kon, and that was all he needed for his slightly modified plan to work. It was time to act.
"I understand. Very well then, let's sit down and I will tell you what happened and where Ichigo is," said Uryu and motioned to the armchair for Renji to sit on. "Do you mind if I prepare some coffee? I'm not sure if you can tell or not but I haven't slept in two days so I can hardly keep my eyes opened anymore. I'm very tired."
"Fine, go ahead," mumbled Renji. He didn't want to wait at all but he was a reasonable man so he was going to wait.
Uryu went into the kitchen, put some water into the pot, went straight for the stove and set the flames to as high as possible. It didn't take long for the water to boil, which meant it was ready to be put to good use. He put the water into two cups and slowly made his way towards Renji. He lowered his arm like he was intending to give one of the cups to Renji but instead of doing what the Shinigami thought he'd do he let go of the cup, all the hot water spilling on Renji's lap.
"You son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" screamed an enraged Renji who desperately tried to get the damn chappy-or-whatever-its-name-was candy from his pocket to get out of the freakin' Gigai and away from the hot water.
"I'm sorry!" yelled Uryu and almost got caught when he passed Renji on his way towards the door.
He quickly opened it and ran down the stairs as fast as he could, even though he risked falling and breaking his neck. He had to get out of the city. He entered the car so fast he even scared poor Kon who fell asleep while he and Renji were arguing inside the house. He was being questioned by Kon about what was happening but the answer had to wait. He started the car and drove out of there as fast as the car could handle.
Meanwhile, Renji managed to get out of his Gigai and follow the Quincy into the street just as Uryu was leaving. There was only one way to stop the brat.
"Bankai!"
After his zanpakuto transformed he sent Hihiō Zabimaru with great speed after the car and when it got very close to the fugitive's car he smashed it into the street just in front of it. Once he was sure there was no way for the car to get past the hole in the street he ran towards the Quincy with the sole idea of snapping his neck. Actually he couldn't really do that but there was no way he was going to let him go without at least punching him in the face and knocking out a few of his teeth.
As soon as he reached the driver's seat he pulled out Uryu through the car's window and dropped him on the ground, making Kon yelp in fear at seeing such aggressive behavior coming from the Shinigami. The poor Modified Soul was starting to wonder what he had gotten himself into.
Renji expected some resistance but he didn't get any as Uryu appeared to not move at all.
"I'm going to break your neck you little bastard!" screamed Renji and picked up Uryu by the neck.
TBC
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