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Thriller	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 2972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 6
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Onwards...
XOXOXO
I feel it deep within
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become
The nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
-Skillet-
XOXOXO
"Get off my ass, you pervy albino!" Grimmjow snapped from his spot, huddled in the shadows of the hulking building of Hueco Mundo.
Shiro snickered, his voice a ghostly shimmer, "Oops!"
"Wouldja idiots shut the fuck up, fer ya get us caught?" Shinji whispered urgently, turning to face them from his crouch, his dark eyes glimmering angrily. "Damn, I can't believe I let ya talk me inta this shit, Grimmjow," he muttered as he turned his back once more.
Grimmjow shrugged, not really caring now that they were where they needed to be. Corky had disappeared to disable the locks and security cameras to the underground entrance of Las Noches, while they waited off to the side of the building for the petite man's signal. The grounds were eerily quiet and dark with a haunted feel, the normally dark-green grass appearing black in the moonlight. The high, stone wall that separated the outside world from the ancient structure, caused even more shadows to fall and stretch across the wide sloping lawn located in front of Hueco Mundo.
Grimmjow had led their group to the underground entrance to Las Noches, knowing for a fact that that was where Ichigo would have been taken. He hated the fact that they'd had to wait until nightfall to make their move. There was no telling what that pink-haired asswipe had done to his little strawberry, not to mention that creep, Mayuri. Grimmjow was antsy and couldn't wait to get his hands around both of their throats. Suddenly, a bright flash of lightning streaked across the sky, making him grin widely.
Showtime.
Shinji glanced over his shoulder at him and Shiro, growling shortly, "Stick ta the plan!" before scuttling off, still in a crouch, towards the source of the lightning. They quickly loped across the open lawn, stopping at the side of the huge, M-shaped building just to make sure there were no witnesses. Grimmjow felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end right when Shiro squeaked and choked softly.
He whirled on his heel in time to see a tall, brown-haired man with smoky gray eyes positioned behind Shiro, one long, muscular arm snaked around the albino's neck, while the other held a four-inch blade to the side of his throat. The man was wearing a black, leather motorcycle jacket, white, leather gloves, a white, v-neck tee under the jacket, black, skinny jeans and a pair of black motorcycle boots. Grimmjow lifted his hand to free Shiro, but was suddenly tucked neatly into a sleeper hold, his arms raised above his head and held firmly in place under his armpits.
"What the fuck?" he growled, wondering why he hadn't heard this guy approach. When he tried to listen in, he found the man's mind was strangely blank.
One glance to his left, showed Shinji in a similar position, the man holding him hostage extremely tall and skinny and wearing a black bandana over his left eye. He had long, jet-black hair and a wide disconcerting grin that strangely echoed the man's he was holding. The skinny fucker was wearing a white, pullover hoodie, black jeans and a pair of black and white, high-top sneakers. Grimmjow sneered at the emptiness in the tall man's head and turned back to face the man keeping Shiro in place.
He was pissed that he couldn't see or hear his attacker, so he took it out on the one holding his best friend, "I should kill ya," he rumbled softly.
Shiro's attacker arched a brow, gray eyes lazy and unconcerned, "How will you do that, Grimmjow?" he asked in such a deep voice, Grimmjow expected the ground to vibrate.
As it was, his eyes widened at the sound of his name coming from this stranger, "How the fuck ya know mah name?" he snapped irritatedly.
Brown hair didn't respond, but the tall shit holding Shinji in a crossface chicken wing spoke up, his voice a gruff tenor, "We all know 'bout yer lil' mind games, Toodee."
Grimmjow felt his ire rise as he glared over at the motherfucker that dared insult him. Even though Shiro was being held at knife-point, he still had the grace to laugh uproariously at the name Grimmjow had been called, "Wahahaha!" he shrieked, tears forming in his inverted black and gold eyes.
Grimmjow huffed and tried to move, but the person keeping him immobile was doing a damned good job, so he was only able to snarl viciously at the albino, "Shut the fuck up, bitch!"
Shiro's cackle escalated and the only thing keeping him from rolling around on the ground with mirth was the brown-haired man holding him in place. Of course, his friend would know who the hell Toodee was because Shiro was the reason HE even knew who the fuck Toodee was. Shinji snorted and smirked at him, making his nostrils flare with rage. He wanted to kick both of his friends' asses and the fact that he was stuck in place, helpless to move an inch, made him inwardly writhe in displeasure.
"That's original, ya gotta give 'im that!" Shiro managed through his spastic laughter.
"I ain't gotta give 'im shit 'cept the bottom of mah fuckin' foot," Grimmjow grumbled.
"What's a Toodee?" the brown-haired man holding Shiro inquired curiously.
"Yo Gabba Gabba," a deep voice rumbled over Grimmjow's shoulder, making his eyes widen and his heart skip a beat.
"Ah, the show Yachi-chan watches all the time," brown-hair stated with a slight nod of understanding.
"Mmm," the voice behind Grimmjow continued. "Toodee is the blue one."
Grimmjow bristled like a Halloween cat and growled under his breath. Before he could voice the scathing remark that was dancing around on his tongue, the brown-haired man decided it was time to get down to business and start asking the good questions.
"Why are the most dangerous escaped patients of Las Noches creeping around, asking to be caught?"
"Ain't nunna yer bizness!" Grimmjow snapped angrily, unwilling to reveal their purpose for being at the place they'd escaped from weeks ago.
The deep voice behind him spoke quietly, "Be nice."
With a petulant scowl, Grimmjow bared his teeth, "Fuck you!" he spat.
This wasn't supposed to be happening. They were supposed to be on their way inside Las Noches to rescue his strawberry. Now, they were in custody by kami knew who the fuck and there was no telling whether they were going to be released or taken as lab rats again. Grimmjow positively simmered with disgust.
"This is getting us nowhere," brown-hair said with a deep sigh.
"Yer right. How 'bout ya tell us what ya want, then maybe we'll think 'bout tellin' ya why we're here," Shinji retorted, his face screwed into a dissatisfied sneer.
Brown-hair considered him with calculating gray eyes before finally speaking, "Hn. One question: whose side are you on?"
Grimmjow frowned and glanced back and forth between Shiro and Shinji, both of his friends shrugging, just as confused as himself. What the fuck was brown hair talking about?
The tall, skinny prick spoke and Grimmjow felt the hairs on his neck stand on end with sheer excitement, "Are ya for, er against that pink-haired asshole?"
"He's gotta die," Shiro ground through clenched teeth as his strange eyes hardened and his demeanor darkened considerably.
Brown hair regarded Grimmjow and Shinji, "Is that true?" he asked calmly.
Grimmjow nodded, unable to explain just how badly he wanted to crush Director Psychopath with his bare fucking hands and Shinji answered with a stiff, "Yes."
Brown-hair studied the two of them for a few seconds more before finally releasing his hold on Shiro, which in turn made Shinji's and his captors release them as well. Grimmjow rotated his shoulders and turned to face the man that had been holding him completely immobile, his blue eyes going wide as he took in the man's appearance.
He was huge; tall and muscular as a wrestler. He had dark, wavy brown hair that covered his right eye, the left a dark color that Grimmjow couldn't quite identify at the moment. He was wearing a black hoodie, black sweats and a pair of black, high-top sneakers. He was extremely formidable and with the added pressure of Grimmjow being unable to read his mind, he was downright frightening. He wondered if his telekinesis still worked, though.
A wolfish grin worked its way across his features as he slowly lifted his hand, ready to strike, when Shinji smacked him on the back of his head...hard. "OW!" Grimmjow yelled, whirling on his heel to glare murderously at the blond.
"Don't be stupid, idiot! I wanna find out how they know 'bout us and why they're here!" Shinji retorted, turning to give Shiro the same chastising stare.
Shiro just shrugged as if he didn't care, but Grimmjow had noticed the albino's hand creeping towards his back pocket, where he kept his switchblade stashed. Huffing in annoyance, Grimmjow folded his arms across his chest and looked towards the entrance to Las Noches. All these distractions were really getting under his skin. Ichigo could be dead for all they knew and if that were the case, everyone would have to answer to him.
"So, how the hell ya know who we are? I ain't never seen any a'ya before," Shinji questioned, his eyes rooted to the brown-haired man.
Brown hair smirked slowly and ran a gloved hand through his wavy locks, "You wouldn't have seen us because we worked in the regular ward of Hueco Mundo. Nnoitra here was even a patient," he answered as he pointed towards the tall, skinny bastard, his tone bored, but his gray eyes alive with amusement.
Grimmjow felt his mouth sliding open as he digested what had just been said. That meant they were...former orderlies? Well, that didn't make any fucking sense. The ice-bitch, Halibel, worked for Director Psychopath and she had been an orderly, so why the fuck were these guys any different? Why weren't they on his side?
"Oi, what's yer names?" he asked gruffly, agitated. "An' why the fuck can't I read yer minds?" he added as an afterthought.
Brown hair continued to smirk lazily at him as he spoke, "I'm Stark Coyote. That's Nnoitra Jiruga," he stated with a point in skinny's direction, "And that's Sado Yasutora," he finished with a point at the huge guy that had been holding Grimmjow hostage.
Grimmjow grunted and continued to glare, "And why're yer minds a complete blank ta me?"
"That's a rather long story that will have to wait for another time. Right now, we need to stop Dr. Grantz from destroying another innocent life," Stark commented.
Grimmjow instantly bristled, all his defenses on high alert, "Why the fuck ya care 'bout Ichigo?" he demanded, ready to beat the holy hell out of Stark if he even thought about trying to claim what was his.
Stark carelessly arched a brow and studied him, making him feel uncomfortable under his laser-like gaze, "Hm, certainly not the same reason your interests are invested," he answered before stalking off. "You're either with us or against us, although I'll warn you," with this the brunet glanced over his shoulder at him, "It wouldn't be smart to fight us."
Grimmjow was left to watch Stark, Nnoitra and Sado walk off towards the underground entrance to Las Noches, confused and more than a little upset. He didn't fucking understand what the hell was going on, but he knew he wasn't about to be left behind. He glanced over at Shinji and Shiro, shrugged his shoulders and followed after the other three men.
"Somethin' smells funny 'bout this whole thing," Shiro mumbled, his golden irises glowing in the moonlight. "Dontcha think so, Shin-chan?"
Shinji grunted something unintelligible and shrugged his narrow shoulders. His eyes were glued to the back of the brunet named, Stark. Grimmjow snorted and grinned to himself. So, that's how the apple fell.
"Shin-chan's too busy getting hard over that Stark guy," he muttered, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets.
A low growl was the only warning he received before Shinji whirled and pounced on him, sending them both crashing to the ground. Grimmjow's blond friend had his knee pressed against his Adam's apple and his bony finger pressed against his forehead, "Look, ya asshole, don' matter what I do or who I look at. We're here because a'yer obssession with that kid," he growled angrily, baring his teeth as if he were barely suppressing his rage.
Grimmjow smiled and lifted his hand, swinging it to the side in a wide arc and sending Shinji flying off of him, "So? What's yer point?" he asked as he climbed to his feet and brushed his jeans and hoodie off.
Shinji leaped up and started towards him, his hand held forward, but before either of them could react, Stark appeared in the middle of them, pointing twin, silver SIG Sauer p226 hand guns in their directions, "Don't make me shoot you," he threatened in a monotone voice, head swiveling to glance at both of them.
Grimmjow's eyes grew wide as he stared disbelievingly at the tall brunet. How the fuck had he appeared so quickly? Shinji was also staring (more like drooling) at Stark, while Shiro stood off to the side wearing a large grin.
"That's better," Stark continued, "You're making too much noise. Settle down." Stark returned his guns to their dark holsters under his leather jacket and began walking away again.
Grimmjow scowled and followed, ignoring the scathing glare coming from his blond best friend. He couldn't figure out why the fuck he couldn't read these guys' minds and now, he could add speed to the brunet's mystery. What the fuck was going on? Just who the hell were these people?
They silently approached the entrance to Las Noches, rounding the corner that blocked the huge metal door from view and Grimmjow immediately growled and tried to leap forward, but was held back by Shinji and Shiro. A hulking silhouette stepped from the shadows, holding a limp form by the collar. When the huge figure stepped into the moonlight, Grimmjow's upper lip curled back and he heard Shiro growling. Shinji gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on him.
"I think someone lost this," the huge figure stated in a deep, gruff voice as he indicated the unconscious body by lifting it slightly.
"Get yer hands offa him!" Grimmjow spat as he took in the appearance of a man he'd thought he'd never see again.
"Ohhh? Look who it is. What're these three doin' here, Stark?" Kenpachi rumbled.
Stark sighed and shook his head as he massaged his temples, "Kenpachi, what the hell. Who is that?" he asked exasperatedly.
"This here's Ulquiorra Schiffer. When I asked him why he was hangin' around Hueco Mundo, he wouldn't answer me. Then, he tried to attack me. What was I supposed to do?"
Grimmjow glared at the tall, wide as three men, former orderly. Kenpachi had pitch-black hair that was slicked up into these strange looking spikes, a sharp, angular face, sporting a long, paper-thin scar that sliced through his left eye and a black eye patch that he wore over his right eye. The man was extremely formidable and it pissed Grimmjow off that he couldn't read his mind either. What made this entire situation unacceptable was the fact that the limp form Kenpachi was holding up like a rag doll was Corky.
"Let him go," Grimmjow growled and this time Shiro added his own comment.
"Fuckin' huge piece a'shit."
Kenpachi chuckled and dropped Corky, but before the petite man was able to hit the ground, Grimmjow held his hand forward, catching him mid-fall. He used his ability to move Corky to their side, gently placing his friend on the ground. The raven-haired male didn't appear any different, his pale skin unmarred and his large, emerald green eyes shut peacefully. Shinji dropped down beside him and checked his neck for a pulse, making Grimmjow's eyebrow twitch in annoyance. If Corky was dead, Kenpachi would have to die too.
Grimmjow was even more confused with the over-sized man's appearance, but Corky's welfare was his first priority. Shinji sighed in relief and Shiro followed suit. Stark ambled over and crouched to Corky's level, pulling something from the inside of his jacket. Shinji held a hand up and slowed the brunet's movements, which reassured Grimmjow. That meant he could still use his telekinesis at the very least, even if he couldn't read their minds.
"What the fuck ya doin'?" Shinji snarled and Stark arched a brow in amusement. Grimmjow wanted the answer to that question too, so he folded his arms across his chest and waited.
"Helping him regain consciousness. We may need his abilities once we get inside," Stark answered calmly.
Shinji lowered his hand and nodded, but Grimmjow was still a bit ruffled and on the furious side. He still needed answers. How the fuck did Stark know so much about them, but they knew nothing about him or the others? It got under his skin and made him clench his teeth together. He may be pissed, but he was smart enough to realize that he wasn't about to get any answers anytime soon.
Stark pulled his hand from his jacket, holding something closed in his fist before he held it under Corky's nose. A few seconds later, his friend's eyelids fluttered several times before finally springing open. Corky blinked twice and turned his head first to the left, then to the right. When he noticed Shinji beside him, the tenseness that had begun gathering in his shoulders relaxed, until his eyes landed on Stark. Corky narrowed his deep green eyes barely a fraction, but Grimmjow caught it and he was sure the brunet had as well.
"What did you do?" Corky deadpanned, making Grimmjow crack a grin.
"Yer alright now," he answered, knowing damned well that that wasn't what his petite friend had wanted to hear.
Corky rolled his eyes in Grimmjow's direction and gave him a blank stare, "That is not what I wished to know. Where is the one called Kenpachi? I owe him."
Grimmjow and Shiro let loose loud barks of laughter, while Shinji merely grinned and helped the smaller man into a sitting position. It was obvious Corky didn't like the way his encounter with Kenpachi had ended and was ready to rectify it.
Kenpachi also let loose a rich, rolling laugh as he observed Corky still seated on the ground, "Anytime you're ready, chibi," he rumbled.
Even though Corky never overly showed his emotions, they were apparent if you knew him and could recognize the flashes in his eyes. At the moment, those green eyes were practically spitting outrage, "You do not intimidate me-" Corky started, his voice never rising or falling.
"Enough, enough, enough," Stark interjected, his baritone voice tired and a tad bit annoyed.
Stark's mood brought Grimmjow back to their purpose for being at Hueco Mundo in the first place and he chastised himself for being distracted. He would never admit it out loud, but he was worried about Ichigo. He was worried that Director Psychopath would ruin him or something and that would be inexcusable. No one was allowed to touch the strawberry but him, so the pink-haired bastard had crossed another one of his lines.
"Shiro," he grunted and the albino turned wide, curious eyes in his direction, "Ya remember the plan?"
Shiro grinned and nodded, cracking his knuckles as he started for the metal door separating the outside world from the underbelly of Las Noches. Stark held a hand up, halting him, "Wait. What were you planning to do?"
Shiro glanced back at Shinji, waiting for the blond to nod and give him the go-ahead to explain, "I go in through this door after Ulquiorra disables the locks, then I shift inta a face that the director ain't gonna find suspicious an' go ta the main office a'that lab underneath Las Noches. In the office, I distract everyone by usin' the intercom system. While they're comin' after me, Six an' Shin-chan get inside an' find the orange-haired kid an' Ulquiorra handles the cameras an' shit like that."
Stark arched a brow, "What happens when they catch you?" he asked skeptically.
Shiro shrugged, "I don't know. I'm pretty sure they ain't gonna kill me."
"Yer either brave as shit, er jus' plain dumb," Nnoitra scoffed as he rolled his eye and folded his arms across his wiry chest.
Shiro scowled and screwed up his lips, his face flushing in anger as he took a step in Nnoitra's direction, "Watch yer mouth, Toothpick," he growled threateningly.
Again Stark interrupted, "Look, no offense to your plan, but there are too many holes in it. It would be too easy for things to go wrong. Why don't you go with him, Nnoitra?" the brunet suggested, making both Shiro and Nnoitra glance at him in disbelief.
"Hell no!" Shiro shouted.
"Fuck that!" Nnoitra snapped, equally horrified.
"Stop acting like children!" Shinji and Stark scolded simultaneously, making Shinji blush as their eyes met.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes, his patience having set sail, headed for the horizon hours ago, "Fuck! Somethin's gotta give! I can't sit here waitin' all night while ya try to come up with a plan!" he stated, frustrated that he couldn't just run inside the building and grab Ichigo.
"Well," Kenpachi commented offhandedly as he regarded Grimmjow with much amusement. "Does the Sexta have a crush?"
Grimmjow pinned him with a glare so deadly, anyone else would've keeled over on the spot, "Fuck you."
"Mmm, no thanks," the taller man returned and Grimmjow balled his hands into fists at his sides, willing his insides to calm the fuck down before he beheaded the asshole.
"Shirosaki, you and Nnoitra provide the distraction. That way if things get sticky, Nnoitra can help you out," Stark said, taking the reins once more. Both men grumbled under their breath, but thankfully didn't argue. "The rest of us will secure the facility and find Ichigo Kurosaki," Stark finished, rising to his feet and straightening his jacket.
Shinji stood as well and helped Corky to his feet in the process, both men pausing to dust off and straighten their clothing. Grimmjow tapped his foot impatiently, eager to get going and hopefully crack some skulls as he retrieved his strawberry. He really couldn't wait to get his hands on Director Psychopath and his little buddy, Mayuri. He was getting so anxious and excited, his dick was halfway hardened.
Shinji glanced at him fidgeting about and frowned, "Yer not gonna be able ta think straight all worked up like that," he remarked with a disdainful sneer.
"Shinji, I really don't give a shit right now," Grimmjow muttered as Stark headed for the door, Shiro and Nnoitra close on his heels.
Corky stepped in front of Stark and placed a hand over the security pad beside the large, metal door, causing the small device to beep and a neon green light to blink twice. They all filed in after the tall, leather jacket clad brunet, ready to go to war.
Kami, he couldn't wait.
XOXOXO
Ichigo felt like a painful pile of skin and flesh as he lay, trying not to move an inch on the gurney he'd been strapped to. After what seemed like hours of feeling like his very insides were on fire, the pain had finally ebbed enough for him to be aware of his surroundings once more. He licked his lips tentatively and flexed his fingers carefully. He felt like a tenderized piece of meat lying on a cutting board, waiting to be sliced and prepared for cooking.
His heart had slowed since the convulsing and pulsing short bursts of stinging through the EKG leads had stopped. His hands were clammy and his entire body was covered in a heavy layer of perspiration, his hair damp from the exertion of trying to block out the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life. His body trembled slightly, but he was sure if he was out of the restraints he could move...somewhat.
Who the fuck was he fooling?
He wouldn't be able to move even if someone strapped him to a skateboard.
His lips were cracked and dry, his throat was sore and his voice was hoarse from hours of screaming. His body was achy from the abuse it had suffered, as well as his attempts to free himself by thrashing like an epileptic. He wanted to get up from this stupid gurney and leave...wherever the hell he was at the moment. Dr. Grantz and his dark-blue haired friend had left after the pain had started. They hadn't returned.
It was insulting.
It meant they were confident that he would be going nowhere and that only served to bruise his pride that much more. Ichigo writhed in place and almost shrieked in agony when it felt like his skin was tearing from his flesh. He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. He realized the skin of his face was tight and dry from all the pain and fear-filled tears he'd shed and his nose was congested and raw.
Fuck.
Was he going to be able to get out of this place alive?
If so, how?
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps were heard and he began to panic. What else were they going to do to him? Were they going to make the pain come back? Shit.
Ichigo growled under his breath when he struggled against his restraints again and found that movement and escape were hopeless. He huffed in annoyance, his brows drawn tightly together as the footsteps stopped right beside him. He shifted his gaze to his right and nearly started hyperventilating. The strange man named Mayuri was back and this time, he was holding a computer chip about the size of a woman's pinky nail.
"Ready for phase two, Kurosaki-san?" he questioned, his voice as eerie as Ichigo remembered before the haze of pain had descended.
When he realized what the man had said, his eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat for a few seconds, "What d'you mean?" he croaked. If his hands had been free, he would have reached up to massage his throat. The scratchy feel was completely uncomfortable.
"Well, we've altered your body, now it's time we altered your mind. We're aware of your stubborn tendencies, so, in order to keep you in line and make you the perfect warrior, we need you to see things our way."
Ichigo felt his lips turn down at the corners in a dismayed frown. He was going to be brainwashed, in other words. That had come to him clear as day from what Mayuri had explained to him. It wasn't enough that they had done something to his body, no, now they wanted to control his mind too. Ichigo bared his teeth in fury, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to figure a way out of his predicament.
"Hold still, now. You'll need to be asleep for this, Kurosaki-san," Mayuri continued as he leaned over him and held a plastic, oxygen mask over his face and nose.
Ichigo panicked and his breathing quickened, making him draw in the sickly sweet fumes of some type of anesthetic. His eyelids drooped as the drug began working and the last thought he remembered was whether he would live to see his family again.
XOXOXO
Grimmjow crouched beside Shinji and Stark. They were huddled at the window to the large lab/operating room that Director Psychopath and Mayuri ran, waiting for Shirosaki to put part two of their plan into motion. Grimmjow was anxious and barely keeping himself from biting his nails in agitation. Shinji elbowed him in his ribs when he started humming to himself softly, making him hiss and glare at his blond friend.
"Be quiet, Grimmjow," Shinji whispered. "I know ya wanna get in there and bang some heads tagether, but until Shiro does his thing, we gotta wait."
Grimmjow scowled, knowing his best friend was absolutely right, but not willing to face that fact. Surly and impatient, he crossed his arms over his chest and peeked inside the large, white room again. Ichigo was strapped to a stretcher, naked as a jaybird and hooked up to a bunch of EKG leads. Grimmjow had horrible memories of being in the very same position and it pissed him off that Director Psychopath thought he was free to take such liberties with his fucking strawberry.
He couldn't wait to get Ichigo out of there.
Stark put a hand on one of his guns and peered into the lab, gray eyes stormy and ominous. Shinji was glaring at the pink-haired director as he hovered over an unconscious Ichigo. Grimmjow wondered what the hell they had done to the boy, hoping beyond hope that it wasn't too serious or life-threatening and not because he was worried about the strawberry's well-being. He was more concerned with the fact that if Ichigo was already destroyed, then he wouldn't be able to do it. He wouldn't be able to fuck him either and strangely that made him even more angry.
Mayuri stood off to the side of Ichigo wearing a smug grin and Grimmjow longed to wipe it clean from the bastard's face. Just then, Shinji shifted and put a hand on his shoulder, making him glance over at his friend in questioning surprise.
"He'll be fine. We'll get him outta there," Shinji reassured.
Grimmjow scoffed, trying to cover up his embarrassed blush, "Tch. I know that," he mumbled.
Shinji chuckled and turned his attention to the happenings behind the lab window. Stark sighed and Grimmjow realized that the man was just as anxious as himself.
Good. At least he wasn't the only one.
There was a dull chime, like the sound of an old doorbell and then, "Welcome ta radio Hueco Mundo! This is yer host, DJ Shirosaki on the ones and twos! How's everybody feelin' out there?"
Grimmjow looked up towards the speaker in the corner of the hall and sniggered in disbelief. He couldn't believe the idiot albino. He glanced into the lab and smiled when he saw Director Psychopath and Mayuri exchanging confused looks before staring into the corner of the lab at the intercom speaker.
"So, tanight, I got a guest. Say hi ta the people, Nnoi-kun," Shiro continued, his voice shimmering through the speakers, the embodiment of amusement.
"Che, ain't got shit ta say," Nnoitra muttered, his voice thoroughly disgruntled.
"Nnoi-kun, ya can't cuss on the air," Shiro stage whispered, sending Grimmjow and Shinji into a fit of giggles. Stark rolled his gray eyes and shook his head lazily. "Anyhow, tanight we're bein' sponsored by the Kobayashi Takoyaki Stand, where all a'yer mouths dreams c'n come true. The firs' song inna rotation is...drum roll, Nnoi-kun!"
There was the loud sound of banging in rapid succession on a hard surface, imitating a true drum roll before Nnoitra added his voice to the noise, "Bum-bum-bum!"
"Eeee-yoohhhsh! Rain by the wunnerful YUI! Enjoy!" Shiro must have stepped away from the microphone of the intercom because his voice was considerably lower when he said, "Yo, gimme yer iPod."
"What? No way!" Nnoitra argued.
"I can't offer music to the public witcha bein' stingy, dumbass!" Shiro argued right back.
"Fuck that! Ya shouldna never done it!"
"C'mon, Nnoi-kun, don' be that way," Shiro crooned in the background and amazingly, Nnoitra relented.
"Fuck...ya break it an' I'll kill ya."
"A'course!"
After that, the sound of music was suddenly loud and clear and Grimmjow could no longer suppress his mirth. He doubled over, one hand clutching his gut, while he crowed into the other as he tried to at least muffle the bursts of laughter. Shinji's condition was no better as he screwed his eyes shut and giggled continuously. Stark was the only one aware of the two men inside the lab leaving their spots beside the strawberry.
"C'mon, they're leaving," the brunet stated calmly, not even needing to raise his voice to gain their attention.
Grimmjow sobered almost immediately as they scuttled towards the lab door, waiting for Director Psychopath and Mayuri to exit before making their move. His heart was racing like a rabbit's and his hands were shaking and twitching with the urge to break something or someone. Once the two men had gone, he, Shinji and Stark slipped into the lab and headed straight for the prone red head.
Grimmjow ground his teeth together at the sight of Ichigo. His bright orange hair was about two shades darker, soaked with what he assumed was sweat because the lithe, naked form was covered with it. There were bruises where the EKG leads were attached to his skin and also where the leather restraints held him in place. His lips were dry, cracked and parted, there were dried tear tracks on his cheeks and his nose and ears were a bright red. Ichigo looked as if he'd gone to hell and back and was in the middle of making another trip.
Stark shook his head in disgust, his wavy, brown hair swaying slightly, "Grimmjow, get him down. Shinji, try to find his clothes. I'll make sure no one comes in."
Grimmjow was only too glad to oblige. He hurriedly undid the leather strapped across Ichigo's head, chest, waist and legs, then he undid the leather shackles on his ankles and wrists. Once the red head was freed, Grimmjow snatched the EKG leads from his body, none too gently, but hey, he was in a rush. Shinji had been scanning the pristine white room and finally scurried over to a long, metal table where a small pile of clothes lay.
The leads gone and hanging over the stretcher, Grimmjow hefted Ichigo into his arms and smirked at the way the strawberry fit perfectly into them. There was so much that he had in store for the kid. His mind began conjuring images of what he wanted to do to Ichigo, his eyes greedily devouring his naked body; the long, lean, but toned legs, the ridges of his abdomen, the slim, yet muscular arms that were dangling while Grimmjow carried him bridal style, all made up the wonderful structure of his current obsession.
He was so busy admiring the younger man's body that he didn't notice the presence of an enemy. Tousen was standing at the door to the lab, an ominous, black gun in one hand and a small, black device in the other. His ebony-hued hair was still flowing over his broad shoulders, his eyes were still hidden behind dark shades and he was still wearing the same clothing of earlier that morning, which consisted of a long, white coat, a white shirt underneath, black jeans and black, calf-length combat boots.
Grimmjow paused as he recognized the device Tousen held in his left hand. It was the little machine that fucked with his ability and left him weak as a kitten and vulnerable as a shaved lamb. He curled his lip in annoyance and tightened his grip on Ichigo. He had come this far for his prize and he'd be damned if he let this asshole take the strawberry from him now.
Stark stepped out of the shadows and held both of his guns in Tousen's direction, making the darker male stiffen and stare at the brunet in surprise. He had clearly been taken off guard. Grimmjow grinned and sidled closer to Shinji, holding his hand out for some type of covering for Ichigo.
"Now ain't the time fer that!" Shinji hissed, grabbing his elbow and leading him in the direction of the door.
Grimmjow opened his mouth to argue with his friend, when both their attention was grabbed by Stark completely disappearing from sight before reappearing behind Tousen, where he proceeded to knock the raven-haired man unconscious with the butt of one of his guns. Tousen never even had a chance. Grimmjow now knew how Stark was able to move so silently and frankly, it disturbed him. That meant there were others like himself, Shinji, Corky and Shiro.
Speaking of the albino, the music had stopped playing and there was nothing but dead silence. Grimmjow hoped his friend hadn't been hurt, but then again, he'd been in the company of three other men, including the giant, Kenpachi. Shinji stood with his mouth hanging open, catching flies as he stared at Stark, who was sheathing his guns and stepping over Tousen's collapsed body.
"Y-ya got an ability too?" Shinji squeaked and the sound made Grimmjow cringe. It was very unmanly.
Stark nodded and pushed the metal, double doors to the lab open, "Mm. Let's find the others and leave before things get out of hand," he stated as he swept out.
Grimmjow agreed. So far, they had been lucky as all hell and it was a bit unnerving that they hadn't run into anyone other than Tousen.
Not that he was fucking complaining.
XOXOXO
Shiro gripped his side and winced, bringing the trembling appendage up to face level so he could assess the damage. He'd been stabbed by that pink-haired piece of shit's flunky and older brother, Ilfort Grantz. The blond had caught him off guard as he and Nnoitra had left the main office. Shiro's back had been turned and as they rounded the corner, heading back in the direction of their group, Ilfort had run a sharp blade through his side.
Shiro wished that Grimmjow had been there because his blue-haired friend already owed Ilfort a swift death for setting them up in the first place. The tall blond had been the reason Mayuri had been able to catch Grimmjow - and consequently the rest of them – slipping. He loved his best friend, but the man and his dick would be the death of them. Luckily, Nnoitra had revealed the fact that he too had an ability and had engulfed the blond in a wall of flame, turning Ilfort into a human bonfire.
Shiro tried to stifle a groan as he lowered his blood covered hand and leaned against the corridor wall. He was getting light-headed and dizzy, his vision bobbing and weaving as he swayed on his feet. Nnoitra had rounded the corner before him to scope out the upcoming hall and was just returning from doing so, when Shiro slid to the floor, unable to support himself any longer.
"Oh, fuck," Nnoitra cursed as he stooped beside the fallen albino.
Shiro tried to speak, but his mouth felt like a jar of fuzz. All he was able to do was grip the taller, thinner man by the sleeve of his white hoodie and whine in pain. He was so going to kill Grimmjow for making them come back to this place. Nnoitra covered Shiro's wound with a bony hand and scowled deeply, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
"Yer too much fuckin' trouble," he grumbled, his visible violet eye narrowed with trepidation.
Shiro gasped weakly at the pain from the added pressure of Nnoitra's hand, eyes shooting open to observe the blurred image of the taller man. Although they'd started out hating one another, Shiro had come to sort of like the gruff personality of the bandana sporting toothpick. He smiled at his thoughts as his eyes tried to focus on one of the three wavering Nnoitras before him.
"Ther's three a'ya," Shiro slurred, his head suddenly lolling to the side.
Kami, he felt drunk off his ass.
"Focus on the me inna middle," Nnoitra muttered.
Shiro watched Nnoitra rip a piece of cloth from the t-shirt he wore underneath his hoodie before he lifted the hem of Shiro's black shirt, his cool fingers sliding against his abdomen and making his insides quiver, "Whoa, not on the firs' date, babe," he slurred, trying to capture Nnoitra's wrist, but his weakened state made his hand fall short.
A soft dusting of pink spread across the bridge of the taller man's nose as he scowled fiercely and wrapped the cloth around Shiro's waist, making sure to cover the bleeding wound in his side, "Wouldja shut the fuck up? Yer talkin' gibberish," he snapped and Shiro giggled right before he passed out.
Grimmjow was definitely a dead man for making them come back to Hueco Mundo.
XOXOXO
Grimmjow ran as fast as he could with Ichigo lying limply in his arms. Stark and Shinji were ahead of him, leading the way towards the door they had entered the ancient building through. His head was hammering and his heart was stomping through his chest in outrage. Corky and Kenpachi were missing and so were Shiro and Nnoitra. The one named Sado had stayed behind to wait at the door in case they needed a quick get away, which had indeed turned out to be the case.
They were in the last corridor before reaching the outside, when something slammed into his left side with the force of an armored car and he realized with dread that whatever had done the slamming, had broken his arm. He nearly dropped his load, but was helped at the last second by Shinji, who had heard the commotion.
Shinji's hands were held up, slowing the motion of Ichigo's fall and a short, blonde girl with fiery, golden-brown eyes. She was rising from the floor in super slow-motion, her lips pulled back in a livid snarl as she reached for the pocket of the red, track suit jacket she wore. Grimmjow had a good idea of what she was reaching for and if she got a hold of that, it would temporarily be the end of their abilities. Before he could move to react though, he felt a chill creep down his spine.
...they must not escape with the key...
Grimmjow turned in time to hold his right hand up and freeze a tall man with long, dark hair that was held back in a skinny braid. The man was wearing a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, a black tie, white skinny jeans and a pair of black military boots. His face was chiseled, his cheekbones high and defined and his eyes were a deep gray that seemed to be wise and determined. He appeared to be a distinguished gentleman, but Grimmjow wasn't about to let the son of a bitch keep his Ichigo.
"You will let the boy go," the man stated calmly, regardless of the fact that he was being held frozen in place.
Grimmjow growled under his breath, the pain in his arm cresting like a tidal wave, "No. He's mine," he barked viciously, feeling like an overprotective dog whose favorite chew toy was being threatened.
"I cannot allow you to leave with the key," the man continued.
"Tch, screw you and your key," he snapped before making the man's head pop like a water balloon.
Blood and brain tissue splattered the walls and floor, the man's body crumpling and hitting the polished linoleum like a sack of potatoes. Grimmjow grinned sadistically and slowly made his way to Ichigo, who was lying on the floor, still naked and unconscious. He clenched his teeth together at the pain shooting up and down his arm and threatening to make him pass out from its intensity.
He wasn't going to be able to carry Ichigo out of here in this condition.
A loud crack of gunfire echoed throughout the corridor, making Grimmjow turn and pay attention to what was going on around him. Stark had been forced to shoot the little blonde girl, because she had retrieved the device that disabled anyone with an ability and had rendered Shinji helpless. She had been in the process of making her way towards his defenseless friend, when Stark had fired at her. She now lay in a tiny heap on the floor, bleeding profusely from a wound in her chest.
Grimmjow was scooting towards Shinji, cursing the pain in his arm, when a tall man with onyx hair that was held up in this ridiculous star-shaped do, loomed over him. He had thick sideburns and wore slanted, silver, rectangular framed shades. He was wearing a turquoise track suit, black sneakers and was carrying a long, wooden baseball bat. Grimmjow pursed his lips, angry that he hadn't heard the man coming. The man swung the bat over his head and was prepared to bring it down over him, when the guy suddenly turned into a block of ice, starting at his feet and quickly traveling up over his head, arms and the bat. Grimmjow frowned and turned to find the culprit, only to have his eyes land on a tall, blonde woman wearing an all-white jumpsuit, her clear, green eyes flashing dangerously.
She turned to Stark and indicated the door with her head, "We have to hurry. Dr. Grantz has sent reinforcements," she stated, her voice commanding and authoritative.
Stark nodded, but stooped beside Ichigo, lifting him with ease into his arms. Grimmjow growled as he was helped to his feet by Shinji, his eyes never leaving the blonde woman leading the way out. Finally, the pain in his arm made him agitated enough to speak up, "What the fuck is Halibel doin' here? And how come she's got an ability?" he groused.
Stark grinned over his shoulder at him as they climbed the stairs leading to the door and freedom, "All in due time, Grimmjow."
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