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Glass	By : rhawkins Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 3083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Glass Chapter 6 New Beginnings
...Cold.
Freezing!
A voice was calling; distant...and male. A deep controlling baritone. Blue eyes sought out the source, blinking and wincing against the freezing wind. A figure stood out in the distance. A black figure against an endless sea of snow.
“Who are you?” she called. Her body was poised, ready to attack. She knew what this was. She forced her thoughts to fly away, now was not the time to contemplate her surroundings. After all, nothing was solid. Not the ground, nor the sky. The only thing certain in this white world, was the figure. It glowed a dark aura, the eyes a penetrating hue of sapphire blue. The figure was speaking, but it made no sense...She couldn’t hear! She levitated above the snow, finding her footing on the air and stepped towards him. The closer she got, the louder he became, egging her on. His voice...his voice was pulling her. Her feet moved of their own accord and soon, she was directly before him. Her head was angled upwards, staring at him as he stared down at her. His skin was less black up close, it was a shimmery silver. A kind of illusion? His lips began to move...she leaned forward, trying to make sense of what he was saying... It was muddled...confusing.
So...cold.
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The door slid closed behind him. He watched as his breath puffed ahead. The room was chilled. Movement caught his eye and he turned toward her figure, sprawled out on the couch. One pale arm stretched above her head while the other rested on her stomach. Her brows were furrowed and she was turning her head side to side. He was rooted to the ground. The air was so frigid, so cold and...oddly comforting.
He never blinked. He watched her restless slumber as she mumbled in her sleep. Her feet were bare and he watched as she curled her toes. At that moment, the hand that was on her stomach began to glow. From her fingertips, a black hilt formed, intricately designed with a snowflake like pattern that continued up to the guard. From there, a silver blade extended, forming into a thin, long katana. It ceased glowing and the chill that had encompassed the room vanished. It was then that her eyes slid open. She locked onto his in confusion.
“...Ulquiorra?” She immediately sat up, suddenly aware of the weight on her stomach. Her mouth fell open as she lifted the sword.
“Yukikage.” she whispered. He hadn’t noticed the sheath that had appeared in her other hand. It was designed as the hilt and guard. She smiled softly and slid the blade into the sheath and set it next to her. He know his face would not betray what he felt. The image of her resting was ingrained into his memory and, even though to her, he seemed to be at an appropriate distance, he knew that from his perspective, he was much closer to her than he should be. He could not determine the reasoning. It was as if gravity was drawing him in. Her body pulled him closer, the chill in the air, pulled his latent Hollow emotions to the surface, causing him to step even closer, almost directly above her. Had he less control, he would’ve leaned down until their noses touched. It was a horrific feeling, being pulled by something unwillingly. He wondered if it was an ability of hers. Still, as soon as the blade had appeared, he had taken a step back. His breathing was forced, he felt out of air. But he kept himself calm. Control was his strongest suit. He never succumbed to the primal behavior of his fellow Hollow. They mingled, mated and fought like primates. He found no interest. He found nothing but disgust at his species. Thinking back to how the Adjuchas behaved, reminded him of his actions toward this woman. Completely mindless without a second thought he had moved close to her. He clenched his hand into a fist in his pocket. He was not annoyed. He was not angry. He was...furious. At himself. And at her. Whatever was happening, was happening too fast. He would end it. He would ask Aizen to assign her to someone else. He would not be made a fool.
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Seren threw her legs over the edge of the couch, still in contemplation at the situation. She had finally found her Zanpakuto. She knew only his name. Nothing more. When she was alone, she would reach out and attempt to speak to him again.
She silenced her thoughts and turned to the man before her. His face void of any emotion or surprise she thought he would’ve had.
“Um, Was there something you needed, Ulquiorra?” she asked. His vision snapped from the blade to her. The intensity of his gaze caused heat to burn in her cheeks. She cleared her throat.
“Aizen-Sama has requested your attendance at the Espada meeting tomorrow and all others henceforth. Also, you are to accompany him to a meal afterwards.” He finished quickly but remained where he stood, for some unknown reason. She had an unpleasant expression on her face.
“Tch.” she scoffed and stood up, “ How am I supposed to tell when it’s evening or morning?” She asked.
“Time has no meaning in Hueco Mundo.” He replied, his hands dug firmly in his pockets. She turned back towards him before sauntering away with a sway in her hips as she leaned over the window to gaze out at the vast planes. She made a note to remember how it looked and would continue to observe it to see if it changed with time. Even the most vague of things were easy for her to detect. Surely the desert would indicate the passing of time.
“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” She said sarcastically, her back to him. She heard shuffling and turned just as he opened the door.
“I will be back in 12 hours, before the meeting. Be ready.” With that the door closed and she was alone...
Well...not entirely. She smiled to herself and busied herself in the kitchen. Nutrition was most important before training. She worked with a happy hop to her steps. She could get stronger now. She would master her Zanpakuto soon and use it to knock Gin off his prodigal pedestal. Of course that wasn’t the only thing she was looking forward to. She laid bread out before and made herself two meat sandwiches with chips. A highly western meal. She would ask Aizen later about how he had stocked the fridge. Naturally that was the last thing from her mind. She sat down and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Aizen had brought her here before she was very strong. That made her a pup in a den of cannibal wolves. She had to learn how to defend herself...and quickly. She knew just by looking that Ulquiorra was one of the higher Espada...his reiatsu was so tightly compact around him. Being near him made breathing slightly difficult. That tightness came from his power wrapping around him and from that information, she knew he could pack a punch. She would use him as her ruler. Where she measured up against the Espada. She wanted to be strong. Stronger than Ulquiorra. Stronger than Gin...and most definitely stronger than Aizen. He took her life from her and she had stood by and watched. She was a dog on a leash. She would keep watch of the muzzle in his hand though. She would bite at the first chance she could. How long it would take to get there...she did not know. Years. Probably decades after decades. By Soul Society standards...she was just over 317. Her youth would remain until she was well over 1000. Aging was rapid in the early years but slowed down drastically after about 500. She would attempt to overthrow Aizen before that time. Her physical prime would be right around there and she had to take every aspect into consideration.
One step at a time...
She took a bite of her sandwich, sighing happily.
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“Ah, Ulquiorra. Your report.” Aizen demanded, serenely, of course. Ulquiorra looked up from his kneeling position on the floor. He did not waste a moment. He gouged his out and crushed it, allowing it to explain everything. He hoped his anger would not transcend through. From what he could deduce, the only ‘feelings’ that could be felt were physical happenings. Spiritual pressure, rain, heat...his fears were passed aside as he felt the familiar chill surround him and looked up to see Aizen smirking, his eyes still closed. The moment ended at the chill subsided. Aizen opened his eyes and looked Ulquiorra squarely in the eyes.
“She has come into contact with her Zanpakuto...This disturbs my plans slightly...Keep watch of her. Train her. Do not let her out of your sight if at all possible. She is far too unpredictable for my taste...It is exhilarating...” he spoke his last few words in a whisper so low, Ulquiorra had to strain just to catch them. He felt frustration at having been ordered to stay near her. All he wanted to do was stay away, but that would be impossible now. He lowered his head.
“I understand. Aizen-Sama.”
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He watched as his most faithful servant left his chambers. He exhaled heavily and closed his eyes.
“Watcha thinkin about, Aizen Taicho?” a young voice called to him. He kept his eyes closed and did not bother responding.
“She’s been pretty interesting so far...” Gin trailed off. His voice coming much closer than it had been a moment before. The young boy was standing a breath away now. He felt hands claw at his Hakama. The child could not be sated...but he was oddly against bedding the boy. He opened his eyes and chocolate brown met sea green. He supposed it was just a faze. The hand at his pants tugged sharply. Aizen rested his hand over the boys, gripped it and pulled away. A brief glimmer of hurt passed through his eyes as he looked up at Aizen. A silent message passed between them and the boy turned away, a grin painted across his face as he walked away.
The boy was so predictable. Terribly predictable. Of course, he thought with a smile, that had a lot to do with how he had been ‘raised.’ Aizen crafted him the way he desired. He was a perfectly sculpted chess piece. Necessary but uninteresting. He had grown bored of his games with Gin. The boy was so physical. He had never touched him intimately. He would stroke his cheek or neck. Causing those feeling to boil. He had done this so frequently that touch between them became comfortable. Gin looked at him as a lover....even though he had not taken anything further. It was a delicious psychological torture...for awhile. Now it was just...necessary but uninteresting. The boy was growing. He had approached puberty swiftly and that would cause these encounters to become less frequent as Gin would attract others to his bed. Willing partners to sate his desire. That thought reminded him...
He stood from his throne and walked swiftly into an adjacent room that served as his private quarters. A large bed was centered in the room and on it was a dark haired arrancar, still asleep from their morning...excursion. At least with these women, he did not need to be so careful. They did not tire so easily, nor did they desire foreplay or any other pre intercourse attention. Primal beasts. Like Gin, he had an insatiable appetite for many things. Knowledge, power...and women. To name a few. It was nearly time to retire for the evening.
He discarded his robes and crawled into the bed, over her. Her skin was dark, she was curved and better yet; quiet. Her dark eyes flickered open as the bed shifted. He tossed the blanket away and wrapped his arm under her, lifting her hips to his. She made a small noise but nothing further. He kneeled behind her and pressed against her. Rubbing in slow motions to rouse himself. Her body was warm and moist. As such, it did not take long for him to become erect and in a swift thrust, he pressed himself into her. She was dry but he was above spitting on himself to make it easier. He let the hand around her waist tighten as he focused some spiritual energy into his nails. He scratched against her skin to draw blood. He coated his fingers with it and withdrew, spreading it around her folds and then around himself. Another thrust and he lodged himself in more comfortably. He began a rapid pace, bracing himself over her and holding her with his other hand. She made no noise. He did not care. Her pleasure meant nothing. His eyes closed and he focused on the heat surrounded his shaft. Wet, slimy, juicy, hot. Burning hot. A womans body was always so hot. Unbearably so. It was only this part of a woman that he cared for. It did not matter what surrounded it. Of course he had preferences, but he simply could not get enough of this heat. He groaned deeply as he felt a familiar release cloud over his mind. In a moment it was over and the bitch beneath him remained unmoving. He withdrew and left her. She knew her duty and as soon he was in the bathroom, he heard her stand and begin cleaning the room. She knew to replace the sheets, the blankets. Tonight, she would have another duty. Each week they were to rotate. Tonight...she would replace herself. A new woman would be in his bed by morning. He smiled happily. He wondered how many women he would have before he had her...
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Notes.
Hello! I apologize for being a little late. I rewrote this chapter....three times before I felt satisfied. I am very happy about how it turned out. This story is on Adultfanfiction for a reason...it will progressively get more mature. Question/Quest: Go to Google. Look up these three people: Shiki From Togainu No Chi, Hei From Darker Than Black and Sebastian From Kuroshitsuji. Which one is more attractive? P.S. They are all bad guys. :) Also, if you have not watched these Anime...You should. They are wonderful.
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