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Prize of Victory	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87207 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Silver Garden

　

It was a relief that they had changed the alarms so that they didn�t stay on throughout the entire battle. Perhaps the biggest relief was that his wrist didn�t hurt anymore. It definitely made doing his chores easier.

Not that he had enjoyed having sex with Szayel, but it was hardly as demeaning to him as it was to the Espada. He honestly believed Aizen had managed to break the scientist that time for he had never seen such a look on Szayel�s face before.

�Your hand�s better!�

Gin yelped in shock and knocked the bucket of dirty water all over the floor. His gaze darted to where Ajuga sat ever so innocently on the patio, watching him with curious eyes.

�Ajuga-chan,� he greeted her. �What are you doing here?�

�I told you I would visit again,� she pointed out as she walked up to him.

Yes, walked. He noticed she wasn�t running on all fours anymore. She actually seemed fairly graceful too. No doubt a tribute to her somewhat feline heritage.

�So you did,� he agreed with a smile while trying to clean up the water he had spilt everywhere without much success. �You seem to be walking now too,� he noted.

�Oh, yeah. Yumi-san helped me. He explained it in a way that made sense.�

�Yumi-san?� he questioned confused.

�Uh huh. He showed me how to walk until one of the other Espada, the old, bad-looking and smelling one, came and took him away,� she hissed in displeasure.

It didn�t take Gin long to put two and two together with that information.

�You mean Yumichika-san?� he questioned.

�Uh huh,� she agreed.

�Well that explains that.�

�Yep,� she agreed as she finished closing the distance, but kept clear of the water. �Do you clean this whole place?� she questioned curiously.

�Just the chambers belonging to Unohana-sama,� he answered.

�Oh. I like her. She is always so nice. These are her rooms?� Ajuga questioned curiously.

�That�s right.�

�Oh, I thought they were yours. Where are yours?� she questioned curiously.

�I don�t have a room,� he admitted softly.

�But you must sleep somewhere,� she pointed out.

�I sleep in a cubby out in the hall,� he answered honestly.

Cleaning up a bucket worth of water with a single rag was not an easy task and it was taking him forever. He scowled at the puddle of dirty water in displeasure.

�Why not use a mop?� Ajuga offered helpfully.

�Because I am not permitted to use one,� he gritted out. �The only tools I am permitted are this bucket, this rag, one for the windows, and two bottles of cleaning solution,� he growled.

�Oh,� Ajuga looked crestfallen. �That�s kind of silly,� she commented.

�It is indeed,� he agreed softly.

Ajuga disappeared and he went back to trying to clean up the large puddle of water. She returned after a moment with a mop.

�What are you doing?� he asked shocked as she started to mop up the water.

�Well, just because you can�t use the mop doesn�t mean I can�t,� she said matter-of-factly.

�But no one is permitted to help me,� he protested.

�Why?� she questioned.

�Because that is what Aizen-kami wants,� he answered.

�Why?�

�Because he is punishing me for something I failed to do.�

�Oh. What was that?� she asked curiously.

He sighed in frustration, but decided to tell her the truth. Maybe it would scare her enough to get rid of her. Not that he found her presence annoying or anything, but he feared what would happen to her should Aizen catch her here.

�I failed to kill him,� he answered coldly.

�Why did you try to kill him?� she asked with honest curiously, and no small amount of excitement. �Oh, were you a Taichou like �take-ji?� she questioned excitedly. �Because you are obviously strong enough to be and you aren�t like Papa, so you must have been a Taichou,� she declared firmly.

He blinked at her in surprise. His answer hardly seemed to have fazed her and she had run with the context to get at least half of the truth.

�I was a Taichou at one point,� he admitted softly. �But I left to follow Aizen-kami when he deserted them.�

�Oh� You were stalking him?� she questioned.

Again he blinked at her in surprise.

�Sometimes I leave Mama and Papa behind when I am stalking something,� she said. �They get upset over it, well Mama does more than Papa, but once I have a target in sight I have to finish the hunt. Do you know what I mean?� she questioned.

�I know what you mean,� he chuckled softly in agreement. �And yes, I had to leave friends behind too to stalk Aizen-kami. Unfortunately, I failed to kill him when I struck.�

He looked at his hands as they shook softly. His failure had cost so many, had cost HER, their freedom, dignity and so many other things. His failure had caused her far more pain and humiliation then his leaving ever had and had even cost Kira, and many members of his former Division, their lives.

He tried his hardest not to show it, but Aizen, knowing how much it would personally hurt him, had taken great delight in slaughtering a large portion of the former Third himself. Those that had survived were either too crippled, physically and mentally, to continue service or had run and managed to live what lives they could.

His had been the only Division purged in such a way. The rest had lost their warriors when Aizen had brought his Arrancar army through after sitting on the throne and let them run amok for the full day before he reeled them in. The survivors had been dragged before him to be given a choice of servitude or retirement.

Most had chosen retirement. The only Divisions to have been spared most of the purging had been the 12^th because Szayel had been quick to claim it and because the Division defences had been rather impressive, and the 4^thbecause everyone knew that Aizen had taken their Taichou as his wife and they had no plans on incurring her, and thus his, wrath. Gin hoped that her Division knew and appreciated how she�d sold herself to buy their protection.

He was jerked from his thoughts as he felt a hand softly pat his shoulder. His gaze shot up to look into deep blue eyes as Ajuga looked at him sadly. Dimly he realized a few tears had leaked out and he hastily brushed them away.

�I need to finish my chores before Aizen-kami returns,� he stated.

He blinked as he realized all the water had been cleaned up. Ajuga-chan had clearly not been idle while he had been caught in the past.

�Mama says there is a difference between punishment and torture. This�� Ajuga paused to look around the room, ��is not punishment�.

�No,� he agreed softly and then looked at the rag in his hands again. �It is not.�

�Gin-san?� she suddenly questioned.

The actual use of his name took him by surprise.

�Aizen was the one who hurt Szay the night Papa and I played Hide n� Seek, wasn�t he?� she questioned knowingly.

�Hai,� he agreed softly, dimly aware she hadn�t used the honorific with Aizen�s name.

�Why did he hurt Szay?�

�Because he wanted to,� Gin answered honestly. �Because he knows he is stronger and he likes to remind others about it,� he added.

�That�s a stupid reason to hurt someone,� Ajuga said firmly.

�Yes it is,� he agreed.

�Are you done in here?� she suddenly asked.

He looked about the room. It was spotless and the water from the floor had been cleaned up.

�I am,� he agreed.

�Then we can go play in the garden, right?� she questioned excitedly.

He blinked at her in shock. The serious child he had been speaking to had instantly reverted back to the excitable little girl he was admittedly more comfortable with.

�If Aizen-kami catches you, you will get in big trouble,� he pointed out. �And so will I,� he added. �He will hurt me just like he hurt Szayel,� he warned.

�Then Aizen-kami will just have to not catch us,� she smirked at him as she ran for the stairs leading down into the garden. �Right?� she questioned when she reached the top of the stairs.

He couldn�t help it. There was just something about Ajuga that he found captivating. Maybe it was because he had become so lonely. Maybe it was because this was one way to �stick it to Aizen.� But for whatever reason, the little girl brought out the playful side of him he had thought long since buried under Aizen�s dominion.

�I guess not,� he agreed with a smile as he stood up and picked up the bucket of dirty water and his rag. �Are you going to help me water again?� he asked as he joined her.

�Maybe I can hunt the mice and other pests instead,� she suggested with a look of disgust. �I hate water.�

He gave a real laugh this time. It felt liberating and good.

�Alright, you win. I�ll water, but maybe you can pick a few weeds at least.�

�Maybe,� she agreed.

She may have become rather good at walking on two feet, but the moment they were on the grass she was once more down on all fours and gone. Gin just shook his head in amazement and made his way over to the well of water.

No matter how hard he tried, and he was damn good at it, he could not track her at all. It was as if she simply never existed. He felt himself relax a little at that. If he could not feel her presence, then he doubted Aizen would be able to as well.

It was just nice not to be alone and despite himself he found himself humming an old nursery rhyme he use to sing to Rangiku when they would huddle together under a single scrap of cloth to keep warm.

Gin couldn�t recall where he had learned the song. He only knew that it used to sooth the two of them to sleep despite nearly frozen bodies and hungry stomachs. After two more hours of hunting, weeding, watering and pruning, the �all clear� alarm tolled.

�I need to go,� Ajuga said sadly. �But I�ll visit again when I can,� she promised.

�Just make sure Aizen-kami doesn�t spot you,� he warned, giving her as stern a look as he could muster.

�He won�t,� Ajuga assured him before darting away.

Gin really wished he knew how she managed to sneak in and out of the palace with no one being the wiser. It would be a good thing to know.

　

　

Ajuga hummed happily as she skipped down the road back home. Most of the citizens were used to seeing her now and the members of her mother�s Division, the 5^th Division not the 2^nd she was taking care of for �take-ji, waved pleasantly at her.

She waved back and continued on her way to meet up with Hana-chan. Her playmate should be getting out of school soon and if she was lucky Sensei would give her some new kanji to try.

She loved drawing kanji. The symbols were so amazing and eye catching. She had perfected the one Bya-san had shown her. In fact, thinking of him gave her a great idea. She picked up her speed as she moved through the streets towards Sensei�s house.

Her humming happily increased as she thought about her great idea. It was amazing. It was perfect. It was�

�Ajuga-chan?� someone called, breaking her train of thought.

She looked up to see Ran-neesan and Nnoitra waltzing through the city. Rangiku seemed a bit tired, but otherwise in a good mood while Nnoitra was covered in gore and seemed to be in a very good mood.

�Oh, afternoon, Nnoitra-sama, Ran-neesan,� Ajuga greeted them happily. �How was the battle?� she asked, taking in the condition of their clothing.

�Exhilarating,� Nnoitra answered with a wide smirk of enjoyment.

�Exhausting,� Rangiku answered with a shake of her head, then gave the little girl an odd look. �What were you humming just now?�

Ajuga thought for a moment and tried to think of the name of the song Gin had been humming, but she realized that the silver-haired man hadn�t actually told her its name. She�d have to ask him next time she snuck over.

�Just something I heard from� somewhere,� Ajuga quickly covered, hoping she made it sound like she was trying to think of where she had heard the song and not from whom.

That was the tricky part. Aizen wasn�t supposed to know she was in his garden, and she had heard the song from Gin this afternoon. If she said she learned it from him, people would know she had been at the palace. She didn�t want to see Gin-san in trouble because she�d made a silly mistake.

�Oh, I see,� Rangiku said, seeming slightly depressed.

�We need to get home and shower,� Nnoitra broke up the conversation, sounding impatient.

Ajuga agreed with that, wrinkling her nose. They both smelled like bug guts and sweat and Nnoitra smelt strongly like her father did when he was �playing� with Mama. Ajuga was too young to quite understand what the scent meant, but she knew it was important.

�You are heading home, right Ajuga-chan?� Rangiku asked. �You are far too young to be wandering about by yourself.�

�I am okay. I am strong, like Papa!� she assured her. �I got to get going or I will miss Hana-chan and Sensei. Bye, Nnoitra-sama, Ran-neesan!� she called and waved as she left them. �I wonder why Ran-neesan knows that song too. Maybe she was part of Gin-san�s Division,� Ajuga guessed. �He was a Taichou after all��

Humming away happily once more, she continued her way down the street, practicing her walking the way Yumi-san had showed her.

　

　

　

It was a relief to take a shower and get all of the sweat, dirt, and in Nnoitra�s case blood, off of their bodies. The only downside was the inevitable, post-battle molestation, although she supposed she should have been used to it by now.

Nnoitra was very often frisky after a fight and he tended to be impatient, as there was a limited time that Aizen-kami gave them to clean up and curb their instincts before they were required to attend the usual, hours-upon-hours long meeting.

Rangiku leaned her weight against the wall while Nnoitra pressed up against her from behind. Her hair was brushed to one side so he could lick and nip at her neck. One of his hands roughly fondled her breast while the other stroked a more sensitive part of her anatomy.

She sighed and tried to focus all of her attention on him, but she couldn�t stop thinking about their strange run-in with Ajuga-chan. Did Karin know her daughter was running about the city? More importantly, where had Ajuga-chan learned the tune she had been humming? It was most defiantly not a song Karin or Grimmjow would have known since it was an old Rukongai song. She doubted Ukitake-Taichou would know it, coming from a Noble Family, regardless of the level of it.

�Perhaps Nanao-san taught them, she might know it,� Rangiku guessed.

She suddenly gasped as teeth bit sharply into her neck, sharp enough to draw blood.

�What�s got you distracted?� Nnoitra demanded in a hiss.

�Sorry, Nnoitra-sama, I was just worried about Ajuga-chan. A little girl shouldn�t be wandering around alone like that,� she replied.

�She�s fine,� he grunted in annoyance. �In our world, she would already be hunting with the pack. Now pay attention to me,� he demanded sharply

He nudged her legs aside and she obediently spread them as he settled more comfortably behind her. The hand that had been playing with her guided his shaft towards her entrance and once the tip was in the rest followed in a single, sharp thrust.

She gasped as he filled her. His length was always impressive and she still wasn�t used to being so deeply penetrated. No one could keep their thoughts straight when the feel of another was so deep within them.

�Moan for me,� Nnoitra whispered huskily into her ear.

She did so, and didn�t even need to fake it like she used to save herself from a beating. The hand that had guided him in rubbed circles around her clit and she felt her legs shake in pleasure until the only thing holding her up was the fact she was half pinned to the wall.

He let out a breathless moan into her ear, followed by a grunt of pleasure. He didn�t take her quickly, but rather slowly; letting his full length run from tip to sacks inside of her.

There was no warning to announce his finish save for the long, jetting stream of his cum filling her, penetrating deep inside of her. It took her by surprise and she gasped in pleasure as he rubbed her nub until her legs shook violently with her own release.

He remained draped across her back and still in her as he panted lightly into her ear. She made no move to dislodge him as she tried to regain her breath.

�Fuck woman,� Nnoitra hissed. �I love the feel of being inside of you.�

The comment left her slightly flushed.

He pulled out and took a step back. She waited a second longer before moving from her place against the wall and they finished cleaning themselves before exiting the shower. He pulled on a clean uniform while she stood there hesitantly in nothing but a towel.

�What is it?� he demanded.

�If it is alright with you, I was hoping I could visit with Tatsuki-chan,� she requested softly.

Truthfully, she wanted to see if Karin knew about her child�s excursions, and where Ajuga-chan had learned that tune, while everyone else was off fighting, but she knew asking for Tatsuki was far safer. Since the woman was technically the pet of his fraccion, she was relatively safe to ask to see.

�Che, I�ll get Tesra to send her over when he is done with her,� he snorted.

�Thank you,� she bowed politely.

�Whatever,� he snorted as he left for the meeting. �Just so long as you are in bed when I get back, I don�t care what you do so long as you don�t leave the house,� he called back over his shoulder.

�Hai, Nnoitra-sama,� she bowed again, watching as he left for the meeting.

�Che, I wish we could just shred the skin from his lousy hide,� Haineko grumbled in her mind. �He�s a bug himself and deserves to be squashed like one!�

�He is too strong,� Rangiku sighed aloud as she turned to the closet.

She glared at the hated golden chain lying on the floor before she bent down and attached it once more to her anklet. She had learned long ago, the hard and painful way, to try to stay on Nnoitra�s good side.

�Cats do not do chains. Those are for dogs!� Haineko snipped derisively as the feline manifestation of her Zanpakuto appeared, curled up on the bed.

�I agree with you, but until we can get this collar off our necks there is nothing we can do,� Rangiku pointed out as she transferred her towel from her body to her hair.

She pulled on a loose-fitting yukata before turning her attention back to her hair. Nnoitra seemed to like it and it had grown a fair amount in the last few years, reaching well past her rear now. It was a right royal pain to take care of, unfortunately.

�I hate this caged feeling,� Haineko complained. �It�s like being caught in a net. Fish and birds belong in nets, not cats.�

�I know,� Rangiku sighed again, wrapping her arms around her body and for a moment, feeling too exhausted to do anything but indulge in a little, well-deserved self-pity.

Instead, she moved to the window, where the breeze could at least make drying her hair easier. The shaft of warm, afternoon sun that made it into the room helped as well, and she found herself leaning against the windowsill with her eyes closed. Unfortunately, even if she closed her eyes, the confines of her cage were still all-too apparent.

She could feel the restricting bars of Nnoitra�s reiatsu imprisoning her own. Orihime might find the feel of Ulquiorra�s Claim comforting, but Rangiku found it horribly claustrophobic. It was as if he had forced her to curl up in a too-small box, one that barely gave her room to breathe. Every time she approached the edge of the property she could feel the strands tightening around her like thick chains, holding her in place with their weight.

Certainly, Nnoitra had gotten �better� over the years, if one could call it that. At the moment there wasn�t even a mark on her body from him, minus the �love bite� he had just given her, but he still slipped on occasion when stress was high. Absently, she became to hum that old tune Ajuga-chan had unexpectedly brought back to mind.

She hadn�t thought about that old song in years; maybe that was what made her feel so damned melancholy, another layer that added to her feeling like a caged bird. The last time she had heard it was the last night she and Gin had fallen asleep together. The next morning he had been gone, off to join the Shinigami and by the time she caught up to him they had been older and �sleeping together� denoted more than just keeping warm.

She gave a small, sad smile, with only Haineko to see it. As harsh as the Rukongai was, she would give anything to walk those same streets. She and Gin might have been hungry and cold as children, but they had at least been free.

It took a few moments for her to dredge up the actual words to the song from her memories, but once she found them, she began to sing them softly, staring out the window as if hoping to see all of the places she was no longer allowed to visit through it.

�In the First district, when the winter winds blows

It carries with it the scent of fresh blown snow

In the Second district, when the street lamps dim

The sounds of the markets cease their hymn

In the Third district, when the rain chimes

It hums through the air a million, million times

In the Fourth district, when the drinks begin flow

The people prance about awash in afterglow

In the Fifth district, where the fish all swim

You can see the moon reflect, all on a whim��

�Oi anyone home?� Tatsuki�s voice caused her to jump in surprise and abruptly break off the song.

�I�ll be down in a minute,� Rangiku called.

�Gotcha,� Tatsuki called back.

�In the Eightieth District, where the blood count always climbs, all is in right order, for the next set of crimes,� she whispered the last verse softly.

Haineko, for her part, shook her head. Since her Zanpakuto had nothing helpful to add, she simply disappeared back into Rangiku�s inner world while Rangiku herself forced a smile on her face and headed down the stairs to talk with Tatsuki.

　

　

Don�t ask for more lines to that song, because it was a big enough pain coming up with those few. I want to take a moment to thank the few who have damn near religiously reviewed every chapter, you know who you are. Give yourselves a pat on the back. You make it worth while to keep updating.

This Weeks Question: Coke, Pepsi or other, the eternal debate. Which one do you prefer?

Next Chapter: we get a hint on what Orihime and Ulquiorra�s baby is going to look like via Ultrasound.
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