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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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He had managed to crawl out from the rubble that pinned him down, his long legs and arms carefully navigated the crevices and holes of the rocks on top of him as he maneuvered himself to slither upwards. He was not a cautious man but he didn't dare flare his reiatsu as he had no idea what was going on above him, all he knew was he had been buried alive and left for dead because he was weak. He now stood in the midst of a group of hollows, rather strong ones at that, they had surrounded him in a circle like he was a dog in a ring. He smiled wickedly showing his large teeth, black hair waving in the wind as he circles his crescent moon shaped weapon over his head in open invitation.

He had been so excited when he heard the order to do as they please, with a shout of glee he had immediately entered the fray and started to fight; his sword quickly becoming coated in shiny red blood. No one could stand up to him, no he was truly the strongest; he cackled and laughed as he killed man after man the blood spraying on his face and his crisp white uniform. They had fought until there was no one left to fight, until he was battle worn and weary and the shinigami were annihilated, were forced to surrender their captain commander dead. They begged for mercy, pathetic, their mercy was to serve as slaves and whores for the victors which meant they could be beaten, raped, or hell even treated nicely he supposed; but he never got to pick any slaves because he was called to Aizen's side. He knew which slave he wanted, he wanted that brat Kurosaki to have the strongest among them serving his every whim; it brought a perverse smile to his face.

"Bring us the humans and Kurosaki Ichigo" the two generals had commanded, and he, Starrk and Ulquiorra had gone to find them. He had engaged the boy after his fight with Grimmjow, who he himself had cut down to get him out of the way. Oddly enough this enraged the human and proved a good fight, in the end the teen had lost and he had wrapped his six arms around him to subdue him and brought him to the generals. He had found the primera and cuatro waiting for him there with the other humans, the quincy struggling in Ulquiorra's grasp as Starrk held onto Aizen's pet female and the generals had the tall brown haired man between them. He had been told to hold Ichigo still, and as the scene played out before him he began to feel emotions he hadn't felt before. His stomach felt as if it were in knots, and a seething feeling of disgust welled up inside of him, he had realized that this would be them if they were on the other side, that soon it could be them. These men who said they had ideals had no ideals at all other than their own power, had no concern for those that served under them he realized with a shock that this included him. He felt the man he was holding onto shaking with rage and almost understood. He was not one to have a conscious by any stretch of the imagination yet here he was, disgusted by the opulent macabre display before him, turning his head he shut his ears to the cry of the archer as his skin was being peeled off his body he noticed Starrk and Ulquiorra also looking away.

He yawned, dispelling those memories, he wondered if the brat was alive and if he was he was hoping for a fight. The sun glinted off the tip of his blade as he brought it down again and again as if in a fluid dance, the blood wetting the pavement and cries of hollows dying falling on deaf ears. He swung and swung as a man without a conscious, a man who on some level knew he had been wronged. He had of course come to realize just how misguided his views were only seeking power, because the powerful only wanted the powerful and he had been left behind because of his lack of the thing. How could this have happened he wondered as he brought his axe like blade down hearing the crack of bone and the squish of muscle beneath his powerful thrust. Unsatisfied he continued to walk, his thin lithe body moving fluidly as what was once considered a uniform now torn and battered hung off his body. He didn't have many cuts or bruises save for the ones from being buried alive, from being left here because he wasn't powerful enough; and no matter how hard he tried to open a gargantua he was unable to. He only knew of one person who might be able to, and he had sensed their reiatsu a long while back turning west he felt for it again to discover it was stationary at long last. He grinned as he wiped the blood of his blade, showing an array of massive white teeth in his leering mouth.

"There you are Starrk Coyote, let's hope you're as good as they say."
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