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Title: A Huntress In Hueco Mundo
Author: Azriel, groffiction
Fandom: Bleach Au
Rating: NC17 all the way.
Pairings: Aizen/Night, Ulquiorra/Max, Grimmjow/Lisa, Ichimaru/Jade, Stark/Ryu.
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, which means I make no money off of it, nor do I own Bleach or its characters, settings, yadda yadda yadda. Don’t sue. I am broke. Period. I am only writing this for fun, nothing else. I DO own Midnight Onyx, Lisa Trinity, Max Farthing, Jade Hollinger, Ryu Livingston, and anything to do with them their world, and other original characters. No touchy.
Summary: Refer to Chapter 1

Chapter 6: Waking Up

Ulquiorra looked up as the rain in his mental world let up. He arched an eyebrow. That’s strange. It always rains here. He turned his eyes to his companion, who was casually jabbering about some nonsense.

The Espada broke in, “Your presence here is not just affecting me.”

Max’s smile faltered and he looked around, not bothered by the interruption. He was used to being interrupted. “Yeah… it’s not raining anymore. I wonder why.”

Ulquiorra pushed the man away from him. “Out of my head.”

Max rolled his eyes. “Dude, if I knew how to get out, I’d have done it by now.”

“I’m not so sure, trash.” The arrancar sternly glared at the man.

“Woa… now I’m trash? That speaks volumes because you kissed me first and then you submitted to my dominance. What does that say about you?” Max teased, not tense in the least.

Ulquiorra bit his lip before saying, “Out now, before I kill you.” And with that he drew his arrancar zanpakuto.

Max blinked as he was suddenly shoved not so nicely out of the man’s head. And then… all was black.

Stark winced as he came awake. Damn, his head hurt. “Fuckin’ bitch fraccion.” He murmured, irritated and sore. Apparently he wasn’t the only one awake. He stared at Ulquiorra, who looked as bad as he felt.

Ulquiorra rubbed his face as he sat up in the med lab. Oh, his head ached! Why did it ache so much? The doctor scanned him silently before giving him a sharp pat on the back… which earned him a glare. “You are both doing fine. The only thing I suggest to you next time… and there probably will be a next time… don’t forcefully shove the entities out of your heads. It’s probably why your brains feel like they are split in two.”

“There won’t be a next time.” The fourth Espada promised as he stood up and rubbed his temples.

Stark smirked at him. “I wouldn’t bet my life on that one, Schiffer. Now… mine… I wouldn’t mind having in my brain for a while.” He yawned boredly, looking over at the two remaining downed comrades.

“Is Lord Aizen well?” Ulquiorra changed the subject as he turned his gaze to the primera Espada.

“Yes. In fact, the creature healed some of his cancer.” Lindor whispered.

Ulquiorra had the grace to look shocked. He said softly, “How… fortunate for him.”

Lindor grinned. “But… here’s the thing…. Aizen-sama didn’t force the entity to leave his mind.”

“What did he do?” The fourth Espada asked, his face put back into its emotionless mask.

“He let it go.” Stark slowly smiled, figuring it.

Lindor said, “That’s all he’ll tell us for now. He wanted to wait until the rest of ya are awake.”

Hmmm… was that trash lying to me then? Ulquiorra didn’t think so. Still… it was something to think about.

“As soon as you get cleaned up, go wait for the rest of us in the meeting room. Aizen wants to talk to everyone (The Espada) once General Gin and Grimmjow wake up.” Lindor said softly.

Ulquiorra nodded as he and Stark left the lab. As they both branched away from one another, Ulquiorra walked down to the communal baths. He thought about the strange man. He had so many questions… but… they would soon be answered. He already had learned a bit about Aizen’s ‘visitor’. It was female… and he had known how to let her get out of his head. He never shoved her out. That meant that Aizen knew his own mind much more than anyone ever thought. And… Aizen was in control of the doorways… which means that he might have even let the woman breach his barriers.

As he stripped and turned on the cold water, the fourth Espada turned his thoughts back to Max. The last phrase the man had said caught in his mind. “Woa… now I’m trash? That speaks volumes because you kissed me first and then you submitted to my dominance. What does that say about you?” What irritated the arrancar the most was… that he was right. What did that say about him?

Ulquiorra shivered under the cold water, but not from the frigid temperature. It came from the heating in his groin.

He couldn’t wait until the others woke. He needed to find out why he was feeling this way about a human. He needed to talk with Aizen-sama.

Finishing his shower, the fourth Espada dressed and made his way to the meeting room. He passed many ‘new’ arrancars and Espada on his way. He never spared them a glance. To him… they were worse trash than Grimmjow and Stark… which said something. Even the third and second Espada replacements didn’t have the quality as their predecessors. At least… that’s what he thought. But he was one to never question Aizen’s motives or actions. So, he dealt with his disdain very carefully and secretly.

Stark went to his own rooms and stripped. He pointedly ignored Lilinette as she lay in her sword form on his bedside. It would teach her not to mess with his brain too much. Besides, jealousy never got you anywhere. Especially not in his eyes. He took his shower, sighing softly and thinking of the exotic fire haired male shifter. He had been… exquisite… and had been everything Stark was attracted to. He had fire in him, that Stark was aware of. But in his arms… he felt so submissive, so out of control. It was a total turn on….

Grimmjow woke up, rubbing his face. Damn, his head hurt! Why had the woman beat him to a pulp right after their kiss? Women were so confusing. He cursed a few explicit phrases before the doctor scanned him. “Looks like it’s the same with you as with Ulquiorra. Please try not to force someone out of your head next time. It’ll be less painful.”

“What? That bastard had someone invade his mind too?” Grimmjow exclaimed. He then chuckled. Black Mail sounded so sweet.

“Yes, but unlike you, he only was under for forty five minutes. You’ve been under for more than an hour.” Lindor smirked.

Grimmjow had the grace to look grumpy before he noticed one very important person missing. “Aizen-sama… how is he?”

“Just fine. He’s even been healed a bit of cancer by that being. He’ll tell all once Gin wakes up. You need to take a bath, you stink.” Lindor wrinkled his nose. “After that, wait with number four Espada in the meeting room. Aizen will be there as soon as Gin’s visitor has left the building.” He usually didn’t give orders to those above him, but he had to in this instance. Aizen had left him in charge when it came to relaying orders.

Grimmjow grumbled, but did as he was told. On his way out, he did utter a foul ‘bastard’ with a glare at the octava Espada. Lindor ignored the bad tempered cat and turned his attention to Gin. How long would he be under?

Grimmjow fumed as he went to the baths. Since when did he take orders from Lindor? The dude was getting a bit high and mighty just because Aizen liked him as a doctor. Usually he never had a problem with the doc, but damn… lately the bastard was irritating the Hell out of him. Prick.

Plus… the doc had it all wrong. He hadn’t forced the bitch out of his head… she’d forced her way OUT. And boy did she pack a good right hook. He rubbed his head and stripped, turning on the ice cold water. He let out a hiss as the water stung his body. Damn… maybe he shouldn’t have kissed her… but she had smelled so enticing and oh… the way her body had melted against his…. Great! Now he was getting hard just thinking about her.

He braced himself up against the tile, his head bent under the rain of water. He had to clear his head… and he had to do it now! And… Aizen-sama… he was getting better? He felt a bit of relief, yet at the same time he felt a bit jilted. Now that Aizen was a bit better, would he still want to hurry his hand at getting the Hogyoku recreated? Or… would he want to sit on his fat throne for another forty five years of sheer boredom?

Grimmjow was always one to have very little patience with things… this being one of those things. He wanted a new set of worlds to conquer… under Aizen’s hand of course. He wasn’t stupid. Rash and impatient, yes… but not stupid. He’d given that up when that fool Ichigo had whooped his fucking ass all those years ago. Oh… he had learned a very hard lesson that day. Never ever underestimate anyone and have respect for your opponent! Ok… maybe that was two lessons, but still. He usually tried to think before he acted.

But that had all stopped when Lisa had gotten into his head.

Great… now I’m calling her by her first name. Grimmjow growled and effectively banged his head on the tiled shower wall. Closing his eyes he sighed. Maybe it had been a good thing that she had busted out of his head like a raging banshee.

If she hadn’t… would he have let her go?

Gin watched as Jade got more worried and very, very tense. Nothing he said seemed to reassure her that everything would turn out ok. True… it didn’t help that he himself didn’t know a way out of his mind.

Crap… I’ve been out of my body for nearly an hour and a half. This is not good. If something didn’t happen soon, she’d be toast.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pull at her from the behind and before she could say anything, she was ripped out of Gin’s mind. Kaname watched as the last entity was pulled forcefully from Gin’s mind by his own Zanpakuto. Strange… apparently their Zanpakutos didn’t like having someone just push them out of the way and take control. Shinzo was a very selfish sword.

Hmf… mine’s just as selfish. Kaname thought as he watched Gin slowly come out of it.

“Now, that wasn’t nice, Shinzo.” Gin mumbled as he rubbed his aching head. He looked up and watched as the entity hovered for a moment, and then it disappeared through the wall. “She must have gone back to her body.”

“So… these entities have bodies?” Kaname asked, watching as the doctor scanned the other General.

Gin smiled a true smile, “Yeah… and if they look as attractive as they do in their spiritual selves… then some of us might have to be a bit overprotective of them.” He was meaning himself of course. He knew that now he had someone to talk to that was highly interesting, he wasn’t going to give her up… at all.

“Are they coming back, then?” Lindor asked as he watched Gin walk out of the med lab.

The General casually laughed. “Of course they are, silly!” Then he said more softly, “They have to.”

Kaname nodded, not surprised. “Gin… Lord Aizen wants to see us all as soon as you get cleaned up.”

“Oh… so everyone else is awake?” Gin playfully looked around, even though he knew full well that his master and subordinates were gone. “In the usual place?”

“Yes.” Kaname said as he himself brushed past the other General and left the med lab.

Things were so puzzling… but Kaname knew one thing for sure… peace wouldn’t reign very well if those entities came there. Order would be a bit harder to obtain. But… he trusted Aizen… and if the man felt like having strange visitors to entertain himself, then so be it. He would just have to be more careful and on guard.

Gin skipped to his bedroom. As soon as he got there, he went to his bathroom and stripped. The Generals as well as Aizen had their own bathrooms. Stark had his own as well because it was a privilege given to the primera Espada for being just that.

Gin sighed softly, thankful that the personal bathrooms reserved for the Generals and the King had hot water. Something about Shinzo giving him a very cold shoulder made him want it scalding hot.

He knew Jade and her friends would come in their physical form for a visit… possibly a permanent visit. And Shinzo would have to get over it. The Zanpakuto sulked deep within Gin’s mind.

Like Hell I will. The obsessive sword muttered.

Gin smiled even more. “You’ll have to just deal with it, Shinzo.” Then he opened his eyes fully and glared internally at his sword. “Any other action taken against the woman and I will take that as a challenge. Do I make myself clear?”

The sword sulked but mumbled a submissive yes.
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