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The enemy of my enemy	By : ScarlotteOHara Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I am not the fortune and the fame or the same person telling you to forfeit the game

I came in the ring like a dog on a chain and then found out the underbelly's sicker than it seems

And it seems ugly but it can get worse

'cause even a blueprint is a gift and a curse

He wandered the streets of his destroyed hometown kicking rubble aside as he aimlessly walked. All he had wanted to do was protect his friends and family and he couldn't even do that. Even when he was little he had failed at it and gotten his mother killed, then Rukia, then he continued to put all of his friends in danger every time he got dragged into another fight. He had told himself, no he had honestly believed, that good always won out over evil then why, he wondered, was evil winning. He grimaced as he felt the familiar swing around his neck of the quincy pendant his friend had worn, his scowl deepened, there were few things he was jealous of his friend for but dying was one of them. In truth he was well aware of his friend knowingly sacrificing his life so that Aizen or his two generals could be hurt or slowed down. In the end it had been Ginjou and Tsukishima who had killed the raven haired quincy as he had been helpless to save his friend.

"Go!" Came the cry from his friend's throat, "please go! LIVE!"

He hesitated, he knew his friend would die if he left him, and there would also be no certainty that he would be able to rescue him and to save him. He had seen plenty of people fall, he had watched in horror as his busty friend, busy healing her boyfriend Sado had simply had her head lopped off by an espada. Her mouth an "O" in shock her now decapitated head had rolled toward him and bumped his foot, all he could do was stare and watch as her body sprayed blood and crumpled over her lover who; without her healing abilities succumbed to his own injuries. He watched, unable to do anything as Sado's deep brown eyes locked with his and registered the fact that Orihime's head was by his foot, he saw the large man sigh then and let go. He wondered if he had given up knowing the fight could not be won or if it had been something else. He struggled terribly of course but was unable to free himself from the grasp of the three espada who held him; those espada he thought would pay dearly if he managed to live. That's when he saw his friend had also been captured, but no Ginjou was not a nice man, and it would not be over quickly; and he was forced to watch every last second of the quincy's torture, and torture was putting it mildly.

Ginjou had looked over to Tsukishima and asked if he could do what he wanted to which the smaller man had replied he could, as soon as he heard that answer he feared the worst for his raven haired companion as the hard unforgiving sheen in Ginjou's eyes deepened dangerously. He was prepared for the worst but nothing could have prepared him for the complete and utter humiliation, defiling and death of his friend. Ginjou smiled wickedly at him as he yanked the man by his hair until he was in front of him, looking him in the eyes. In that moment he had seen the knowing in his friend's eyes, the acceptance and even calmness that was such a part of him at the knowledge that he would be abused and then die what was sure to be a painful death. He also knew despite his struggling that there was nothing he could do to help his friend. The damned espada had him on lockdown, he had six arms wrapped around him from the one who was a skinny giant, a quiet brunette one stood to the right of them with pistols concentrated on him and to the left stood a bat like espada whose face never moved, never changed save for his emotionless eyes blinking. He gnashed his teeth, kicked, screamed, glared anything to free himself of the state he was in and the espada just laughed.

"Ya can't harm meh. I got the thickest hierro of all the espada. An these two" he motioned to the men on either side of him "they are some of the strongest, ya can't escape so jus' settle the fuck down."

He certainly was not going to settle the fuck down and in fact got even more incensed when he saw the defeated look in the navy eyes of his friend. The proud quincy looked completely and utterly defeated, as if he was at peace with what he knew was about to happen, looking back he supposed that was probably for the best considering what did happen to his friend. As he watched Ginjou yanked the man's head back by a fistful of dark locks and without warning gouged out one of his eyes and as Uryu screamed in pain he quickly stabbed the other eye, effectively blinding the man. He watched as his friend helplessly clawed at his eyes against the pain, dropping to his knees the crimson red blood pouring from the sockets that still held his eyes, blood pumping from the puncture wounds and eyelids split open. The espada holding him began to laugh manically while the other two stood by immobile, no emotion in the dark hair one but the brunette, he visibly winced as he took in the sight and turned his back to it. Maybe he had done so out of sympathy or maybe he had simply done it to avoid witnessing what happened next, he personally thought it was a mixture of both. Uryu now blind had ceased howling in pain and was pressing his fingers gently around his eye sockets in what could only be classified as shock, blood still pulsing slowly from his eyes. Nothing could have prepared him for what the monster did next, as the espada held him tightly in his 6 arms cackling with glee he watched as Ginjou began to brutally beat his friend until he could barely stand; then while Uryu lay on the ground the horror show began.

As he watched Ginjou took his sword and began to slowly and purposefully peel the skin from Uryu's arm as if he were peeling a potato all the while his dark eyes locked onto his. Determined not to show any reaction he held himself closely in check as his stomach threatened to jump out of his mouth and he began to shake in unbridled rage. Uryu lay on the ground, grinding his teeth trying to bear it but whimpers and whines escaped those bloody lips as he bit them to control his noises. Once Ginjou had a long slice of bloody skin he threw it to a nearby hollow and watched, the hollow greedily ate it and as he watched he felt the hollows power rise slightly.

Ginjou chuckled "how nice, turn out a Quincy may be able to help us yet" and laughing under his breath he turned back and began to skin more off the man's arms. He continued to work on Uryu's right arm until all the skin from shoulder to wrist had been peeled off and the adipose tissue underneath was showing in a spongy yellow and blood was trickling from it, Uryu had gone into shock and quit making noise long ago while his flesh was being fed to any nearby hollow. In a sense he had gone numb too, he had quit struggling against the espada who held up well aware that his friend was dying, was he going to give up? He certainly didn't want to and was desperately trying to think of a way to get free and it seemed Ginjou had anticipated his every move. He stood in the six armed embrace continuing to shake in what he could only identify as a mixture of fear, disgust, hatred, rage and disbelief as he watched the scene before him unfold. Uryu's face was a mixture of blood and dirt, his unseeing eyes closed most of the time and when they did flutter open each pupil had two dark vertical gashes from the sword and the top eyelids had been almost split in half as well. The aqueous humor was also leaking out of them causing a milky substance to mix with the blood and giving it an almost pink color as it dried on his face. Fresh purple and black bruises blossomed across his jaw, which he was sure was broken as it hung at an odd angle; and both his upper and lower lips were split. His right arm, his bow arm, looked like a bloody leg of lamb at a butcher's carving station as it continued to weep blood and fluid onto the dirt. That's when Ginjou paused and motioned a man who had just arrived over, the man was tall and thin with dark hair.

"Tsukishima" Ginjou said grinning "this one's not useful anymore should we have some fun before we dispose of him?" He didn't like the malevolent glint he saw in those eyes, nor did he like the curl of the lips on the thin man.

"You never cease to amaze me Ginjou, I think that's a wonderful idea."

"Don't you think you've done enough?" A calm, quiet voice said, it startled him and he turned to find the brunette espada addressing both men. His eyes hooded giving the illusion of laziness but something burned underneath that only he could see being right next to the man.

"Mind your own business primera" Ginjou sneered "and your business is to see that he stays right here."

The espada was unaffected "I understand that, however, he has seen enough do we need to continue this farce further?"

"Who said it was a farce?" The one called Tsukishima said "Ginjou is right; we should have a little fun. After all to the victor goes the spoils, and this one looks delicious. You know your place espada, don't make me remind you that's its under me." The espadas cringe didn't go unnoticed as he laughed and turned his attention to his victim. His eyes light up as he took in Uryu's prone form and something died inside of him as he saw the feral look in the man's eyes. The espada let out an annoyed sigh.

"Can you at least make it quick? I want to take a fucking nap and I'm tired of standing here." The two men snorted at that.

"Lazy and worthless as usual. Yea we'll make it quick for you primera." Ginjou said laughing as he yanked Uryu's pants off. As Ginjou stood up freeing his friend from his clothing he couldn't help but think how wrong those pristine white pants looked on the ground, covered in blood and mud Uryu wouldn't like that he was fastidious with his clothing. He stood there lost in thought about how out of place the clean white looked splattered with blood when a low moan caught his attention and jerked him unpleasantly back to reality.

Reality was not where he wanted to be not this, not seeing this. His reiatsu flared dangerously and the espada's grip tightened around him, he felt the other two who were standing by place their hands on him and bind him as he struggled. Noises he didn't know he could make were tearing out of the back of his throat as he watched Tsukishima undo his pants, and his hard cock stood out from his body he kicked Uryu's injured arm causing it to bleed again, Uryu hardly moved and only winced slightly and he felt tears squeeze from his eyes. The man grinned as the blood flowed freely and kneeling beside Uryu rubbed his hard member on his arm coating it with his blood, then he roughly turned the raven haired quincy so that he was lined up with his ass. Uryu's face slid against the ground and he was in a contorted position, almost like a fetal position with his ass in the air as he was taken brutally and in one quick thrust. A strangled cry spilled from his friend's mouth and he was pounded into and he saw the blood trickle down Tsukishima's thigh.

"Shut up pussy" Ginjou said and spat on Uryu's head then kicked it roughly to the side, he saw Uryu's eyes roll and Ginjou stood over him and loosened his pants.

"Fuck, this gets me so damned horny" his eyes hooded in lust watched Tsukishima fuck Uryu who laid there like a limp fish. His dick was red and swollen and as he watched he grabbed a handful of the other man's hair and roughly shoved into his mouth, Tsukishima groaned at the intrusion and then began to suck his partner. Something rolled inside him, disgust? No, it was so far beyond that he couldn't place it. Uryu whimpered every now and then which earned him a particularly hard thrust or slap on the ass, Tsukishima continued to voraciously suck Ginjou off while he pounded into the pale flesh beneath him, holding the boys hips up with one arm. Finally he pulled his head back and began to erratically pound into Uryu the boy never making a sound and he wondered if he was still alive. Ginjou stood there and watched as the black haired man bucked and spasmed into the body beneath him letting out moans and grunts of completion as he pulsed into the quincy. He squatted down so his face was equal with his partners.

"Gods it's so sexy watching you fuck" he kissed him roughly then standing guided his mouth to his protruding manhood. Tsukishima was happy to oblige and hummed around the mouthful he now had and Ginjou's hands in his hair forced him to take him deeper and deeper; he watched as crotch and mouth slammed together so hard it was causing bleeding. Ginjou roared as he grabbed Tsukishima's head and held it still, thrusting in it he sprayed his seed down the man's throat, when he was finished he grunted contentedly. Pulling their pants back up they sauntered toward him Ginjou yanked his head forward by his hair as Tsukishima kissed him roughly forcing Ginjou's semen into his mouth, he tried to pull away but was held fast then he began to shake as he felt Tsukishima wipe his hands across his face knowing they were coated in Uryu's blood.

"What a pretty picture this is" the black haired man sighed watching the younger man shake with rage, his face painted in red blood with cum dribbling down his chin. "Do what you will with him, just make sure he dies." He said to the espada, they all nodded but the one with his back turned looked at him with sadness in his eyes. The two men left then and the espada turned to face one another.

"It's enough" the brunette stated simply.

The black haired one nodded "it was never to be like this, I cannot condone this even if they are trash."

"I like tha fightin' but that shit? What tha fuck was that? It made my stomach turn!" The toothpick interjected.

"If it made him sick then we know it's wrong" the brunette pointed out matter of factly.

"Things will get worse and we can't stop it. We will be swept up in the current of change." The raven haired man blinked then, seeming to remember he was there. "What should we do?"

"He may be our only hope" the lazy one said in a tone of certainty.

"Ya sure ya wanna bank on that? He can't even defeat me!"

"It won't be long before it's us" the black haired one said and then motioned to the brunette "and if I'm not mistaken you are already receiving some of their so called affections?" This caused the toothpick to startle.

"Ya are? Shit then it's happenin' sooner than we thought. Is it like that?"

The brunette nodded "thanks to my fast healing the wounds hardly show, that is why they chose me. They can do whatever they want and no one will know. He only knows because he saw it."

"I guess we don't have a choice, this kid ain't much but it's all we got."

"Only because he is too weak right now from fighting, we can take the chance that this may make him stronger, or weaker. Stronger he may prevail weaker he dies." The big green eyes blinked as if they were speaking to a child.

"It's a 50/50 chance but I am willing to gamble." The brunette said and then turned to him "shinigami, we will release you. Leave immediately and if you ever see us again do not speak of this but know we are friends and do not agree with what happened here."

With that the three espada sonido'd away leaving him alone and he dropped to his knees and howled as he mourned his three friends whose deaths he had witnessed.

He had turned into something inhuman in those weeks after the battle; he figured no human contact did that to a person. His sword seemed to always be covered in blood as his strong spiritual pressure drew in many hollows, not that he minded, he needed an outlet a release for all the anger he had. It was funny he was supposed to save everyone and here he was the biggest failure, he was angry at the enemy of course but nothing compared to the anger he felt for himself. Time after time he replayed his existence as a shinigami from the very beginning looking for where he went wrong, where he messed up; anything he missed. He had found plenty that he lacked and wondered why had everyone put their faith in him? Was it simply because of his brute strength? No, even Unohana had believed in him and hell even the crazy scientist, he ran a hand through his hair; why then was he such a failure? His eyes puffy and sore from crying and gaunt from the nightmares stared at the barren land as he walked with no direction, no purpose. He had always been shit at sensing reiatsu so he simply hoped he would run into someone. He knew they had taken slaves but he also knew he hadn't seen some of his friends among them, friends that he hoped were too stubborn to die. He caught sight of a building not too far off the road, a convenience store; he could use some food and a drink. His hand absentmindedly rubbed at the quincy pendant that now hung around his neck and his other hand rested on his sword hilt as he pushed the door to the small store open, it swung forward with a groan of protest and he stepped inside cautiously.
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