- Created By Evalinna
Chapter 1 Trick
****WARNING**** This story will contain violence, blood and gore. I have tried to stay as much as possible to the characters personalities, so there will be madness and blood. So, if you are bothered by them, it would be good not to read it, sorry ^^' Hope you like it! Ps. you are you and you are 17, your name will appear with '____'
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A family is a risky venture, because the greater the love, the greater the loss...
“Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.”
― Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
Love cannot be found where it doesn’t exist. Nor can it be hidden where it truly does
The voice of the singer pounded loudly on your ears. His voice was so heavenly, that you couldn’t help but feel goosebumps go down your spine as you walked out of the convenience store, carrying two bags full of sweets and treats that your mother had asked you to bring. It was just another Halloween and you had to bring the supplies back, before the sun went down.
You walked towards the direction of your house, happily singing the lyrics to the song, not bothering with all the stares that you got along the way from the various strangers that passed by you. So what if you were bad at singing? You had the right to express your heart to its full content! Still, even they had to admit that Lost it All by Black Veil Brides was the most emotion-heavy song that you’ve heard in a really long time. You smiled to yourself. You had just left the house of your best friend, after she had invited you over to arrange the plans for tonight. She and your other classmates were going out on a treat-hunt. They had been making their costumes for over a month now, with the preparations being hectic in order to meet the deadline. But unfortunately, you had to turn their offer down on the very last minute, as your mother had made you take your little sister Cady out for trick-or-treat after ten o’clock. You weren’t so happy about it, since you had already planned out your costume, a beautiful witch outfit, and you had already made plans. Still, you loved your sister too much to let her down on her very first Halloween.
Thus, it couldn’t be helped.
You took a shortcut on the local park that lead exactly across your house. The sun had already begun to set, so it was rather empty, with only s bunch of guys leaning against some trees near the small pont. You sighed wearily to yourself and began to walk on the soft grass. You had bought an amazing little witch outfit for your sister, so that you would be a match when you would go out. She was so proud and happy about her outfit, she made you dress her up every single day so that you could pretend that you were both witches. You would use the brooms around the house to pretend you were flying them and play with the oven, as if you were making potions. Usually, your mother would chase you out, yelling that you two had smashed her kitchen. You laughed to yourself. You had to admit that although you were seventeen, a nearly full grown woman, you enjoyed to the fullest playing with your sister. The big age difference between you made it even greater for the gap to be filled.
‘Hey gorgeous.’ You heard a voice say, interrupting your thoughts and being heard over the sound of the now low song.
Looking to your right, you immediately located the bunch of guys you had seen before. They were leisurely sitting on the grass, all eyes on you, drinking beers and talking. As you walked by, the seemingly leader noticed your presence. All six of them were around the same age, around 25-28, and were exactly the type of guys that smelled trouble for a million miles away. The one that talked to you first had a large, stupid grin on his face, looking you up and down. You closed the music on your IPod immediately, but made no comment and continued your way. Still, they wouldn’t let you slide that easily.
‘Where ‘re ya goin?’ he continued, his interest undiminished.
Again, he got no response from you. You plainly ignored them and continued down your path at suddenly became a little bit more dark than it was before. You shook away the uneasiness that begun to slowly creep inside your heart, but then you heard loud laughs. Turning, your blood froze and if you didn’t have strong will, you would have frozen in place. The guys had stood up and were now literally some feet away from you, following you down the path, wolf-whistling to you and making comments about your appearance that weren’t gentleman-like. You quickened your step, trying desperately to avoid them, but it was no use. When you took a turn around the pathway, they snatched the opportunity and surrounded you. You stopped immediately, looking carefully around you for openings.
‘Ya know, it’s nat polite to ignore.’ The leader said with a large grin and took a step closer to you.
You took a step back ‘I respond only to those worth it.’
‘Well, that’s bad cause we kinda like you over here, isn’t that right guys?’ he asked the others, who laughed loudly.
‘I don’t care. Now if you would excuse me.’ You said and tried to pass by him, only to have your way blocked.
You glared at the leader. His previous smile was long gone and his face was deadly serious.
‘You’re not going anywhere.’ He exclaimed.
You sighed loudly. Well, if they won’t give you an escape opening, you’ll make one yourself.
‘You wanna do this de hard or the easy way darlin’?’ the leader said.
You let the shopping bags down and with precise and careful movements, you pulled your sleeves up, just around your elbows. Seeing you preparing to fight, the all laughed loudly. What they didn’t know, was that your father had made sure that you would be perfectly able to defend yourself if situations called for it.
‘You seriously believe you can fight us all?’ said another.
‘Try me.’ You suggested with a sly smile.
And so they tried. All six of them came against you to bring you down. But you knew better. They were just regular people you had only fought on the streets, so it was pretty easy to beat them down into pulp. Okay, maybe you didn’t beat them that hard, but still, when you were done with them, two of them were unconscious and the other tried to gather their beat up pieces. You, without a single scratch, pulled yourself together, picked up your untouched bags and continued down the way without a single glance behind you.
Reaching your house, you found the small yard decorated with various coffins, spider webs, tombstones and creepy bats hanging from every possible corner. Zombie hands were protruding from some of the tombstones, while a huge cauldron was placed under the only tree in the yard. This time, your parents had done their best.
Reaching the door, you opened it and passed to the hall.
‘I’m home!’ you announced as soon as you closed the door behind you.
‘Hey honey.’ Your mother responded on your left, were the kitchen was. Your father was reading the newspaper, sitting on the living room on your right.
‘_____ is home!’ a seven-year-old girl exclaimed and ran down the stairs a few meters away from you.
‘Cady!’ you smiled and opened your arms, leaving the bags down. The little girl ran straight into your open arms, throwing her small hands over your neck, hugging you with all the strength a seven-year-old could have. You smiled even wider and picked her up in your arms, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
‘Hey sweetie, I see you’re already ready!’ you laughed, picking up the bags and carrying them to your mom.
Cady beamed in delight ‘Yeah, mommy helped me put it on. How do I look?’ she asked happily, while you made your way up the stairs, towards your room to get ready.
‘You look amazing sweetie. If more is possible.’ You said and hugged her tenderly. She looked like a mini you, with eyes exactly matching your (e/c) own. You had these characteristics from your mother, while your (h/c) hair were from your father’s side.
‘_____ why are you always wearing this cross?’ Cady asked you while you were getting ready in your room.
You looked down on your neck, to see your favorite black cross with the imprinted prayer on it and the silver cross around it.
‘Grandpa left it to me sweetie. I like it so much, I wear it all the time, since he gave it to me.’ You replied honestly.
She pouted ‘I miss grandpa.’ She stated.
You messed her hair as you put your ballerina shoes on ‘I know hun, I know.’
Taking her by the hand, you led her down on the living room once again. The moment you went down the stairs, the doorbell rang signaling the start of the trick-or-treat. You father opened the door, dressed in a full-vampire attire, smiling and speaking loudly with the small children that waited for their sweets.
And time passed as if someone set the clocks to go faster. Before you even knew it, the considerable amount of sweets had diminished considerably and the time to go out with Cady was slowly coming towards you. When the time came, you sat the child on the table, helping her put on her shoes, as the doorbell rang once more.
‘Are you ready sweetie to go out?’ you smiled kindly to her.
‘Yes!! I can’t wait! You’re the best ____’ she clapped her hands together.
You laughed and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Doing so, your eye was caught by your father that went to open the door. He grabbed the bowl of sweets and cordially opened the door.
A silver flash shined for a single second.
Your fathers eyes opened wide with surprise, as he took a step backwards, bowl smashing on the floor, soon followed by your own father, as he grabbed his neck surprised, his fingers staining with blood.
To your utter horror, before you could even react, the guys from before came in the house.
‘Trick or treat?’ the leader smiled, his eyes pinning on you.
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There is always some madness in love. But there is always some reason in madness
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Really really sorry for the long wait my friends, there are so many things that are going on in this chapter that i nearly got an aneurysm trying to create them and get the inspiration Anyway, I hope you like it!!
Chapter 6 The Forgotten Girl
Chapter 6 The Forgotten Girl
I've never stopped; I simply forgot that I love you. However, every time I look at you I'm reminded of how I can never stop loving you.”
― Hafsa Shah
“Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.”
― Courtney M. Privett, Mayfly Requiem
The girl has been asleep for another whole week. There was not a single sign that Szayelaporro was somewhere near into removing or even revealing her true powers. Still, she had remained fast asleep, gently floating inside the water, her expression remaining unchanged.
Ulquiorra had obediently changed sifts with his comrades among the night, silently obeying Lord Aizen’s orders without questioning not even a bit. But, it was some days now, that he had observed that even if he left that secluded and sealed place, his thoughts would every so often revolve around the strange girl. After the incident with the illusion, he was just waiting for another demonstration of her power and her not giving the slightest sign of life was something more that strictly peculiar. Aizen had made it crystal clear that if they were to experience a demonstration of her powers they were to immediately inform him that very instant. Strange though, as it may seem even to himself, Ulquiorra found himself hesitant of informing Lord Aizen. He had studied the matter from all possible aspects, but still, even if he found no restriction on informing Aizen, he found himself unable to do so. Shortly after he had reached the conclusion that the incident might not be of important significance. Or so he was telling himself. Still, he had decided to closely observe the girl and reach his own conclusions, before letting Aizen know. All other unnecessary thoughts were pushed away from his mind, as they were doing nothing more but to pester him.
He had observed also, that Grimmjow’s, the 6th Espada’s, behavior had changed in a considerable degree. His obnoxious and furious personality had somehow decreased and he was seen many times absorbed in deep thoughts, only throwing menacing glares to any passerby’s. His sharp tongue had completely disappeared, something that the other Arrancar had noticed also. But he was nothing but a pest for Ulquiorra.
Yet, these matters were of no particular significance. Lord Aizen had already requested from him, to bring him the other human girl, the one with the rejection-type abilities. When he wasn’t guarding the first girl, Ulquiorra was ordered to observe the girl, Inoue, who was currently trying with whatever means necessary to locate the whereabouts of her companion human girl that was captured first. All the humans that were connected with her somehow were obviously in high alert, trying to find a way to bring her back. To Ulquiorra’s eyes their attempts were not only constant to the point of what would be called obsession, but also futile, as they were mere trash, unable to comprehend with the high capability of an Espada. Thus tomorrow, they would lose another part of their fragile and pointless clan.
‘Get out of my sight fucker.’ A low growl was heard coming from the door.
Ulquiorra did not avert his eyes from the girl, even if his comrade Grimmjow entered the room, suspiciously at the exact time he was acquired to change the shift. The well-built Espada threw a menacing stare towards the reserved and calm Espada, only to receive the downright ignore from him.
After some silent moments, where Grimmjow’s patience was running in dangerously low levels, Ulquiorra casually tucked his hands on his pockets and walked towards the door, leaving the hot-blooded one to stay as guard.
‘I am inclined to inform you that your shift will last longer due to some arrangements that have to be made. The girl must be delivered exactly at the same state she is now.’ Ulquiorra said in a monotone, his voice completely cold.
‘What are ya saying fucker? That I can’t watch her?’ Grimmjow said immediately, clasping his fists, one step away from punching the other man.
Ulquiorra opened the door but remained at place ‘These are Lord Aizen’s orders.’
He walked out of the room, before the hot-blooded Espada had time to retaliate and closed the door behind him. Grimmjow was nothing more than a nuisance, nothing more nothing less. In a matter of a few minutes, Ulquiorra was reaching his own chambers.
The hallways were –as usual- empty and void, the bright moonlight illuminating them.
He finally reached his champers and entered his own room. He had plenty of time in his disposal before he would depart for his mission. He sat in his bed, the soft mattress creaking under the weight. The plan to capture the other girl had already been carefully planned inside his mind and despite the high alert that the Shinigami team was already in, they would soon be outsmarted yet again.
How foolish humans are.
He didn’t notice when his eyes closed lightly.
So much pain.
Death was supposed to feel empty, cold with a slight tint of relief in it. So what went wrong? What happened that wasn’t supposed to?
It was just in a brief moment. A moment that even if it passed, seemingly only a few moments ago, it felt like it was an eternity. An eternity of pure and agonizing pain. He had clearly seen the blade piercing through his chest, shattering completely the heart that lied underneath it. Yet death was so fast to surround him and completely emerge him in its own territories. But why did it hurt?
He waited the complete numbness and emptiness of death to engulf him.
Still, he found himself in a very peculiar land.
As far as the eye could see there was only pure white sand. And darkness. The sky was absolute black, with no stars, only with a white bright moon to illuminate the silver sand. This land was indeed a horrible one. Dark and terrifying monsters that preyed on living souls were lurking among the lavish shadows, ready to devour any soul that made its appearance there. How can one escape these dreadful creatures? Still, he had indeed escaped many of them. With what means, he did not know as he didn’t know how long would he last before he was devoured too. Maybe this was the actual death. Being hunted down and eaten while by hideous creatures, creatures that threw absolute horror to the souls of the ones around them. Yes. This was indeed true death.
Yet he felt so lonely and desperate.
He was trying with all his might to move his tiny, venom green, in the shape of an orb, soul as fast as he could, not wanting to get eaten away so easily. The desperation and loneliness of his cause and struggle was still attacking him from everywhere. He would run; but for how long? And if he ran, what would it be for?
The little soul bounced urgently on the sand, moving quickly.
He was still debating with himself. What was it for? He should just allow the emptiness to overpower him. He was vulnerable, thus he was useless. He was powerless, thus he was trash. He was looking around him and all he could possibly see was the power in everything. The things that appeared in front of him did matter as they where the immediate dangers. The things that did not, didn’t even exist. There was no possible way out of this torment no matter how much he would try. So why didn’t he just give up? Maybe the small fragments of memory from his old self where to blame. No. They were so murky and blurred that he could not even recognize himself in them. Did so much time passed that he forgot them? Was it minutes? Or centuries?
But there was no time for him to spare.
A passing monster, in the shape of a tarantula spider, only forty times bigger, like a woman body united with the tarantula’s long legs, moved dangerously fast towards him. She was so enormous it was overwhelming. She was completely bold, with a mouth twice as big as any normal would be and instead of eyes she had two large holes. She flashed a bright, menacing smile in the sight of the tiny soul on the ground and started moving towards it faster than before. She raised her hands forward, smiling an insane and victorious smile, as she had finally found her meal for the day. It was a splendid day for her indeed. But not for him.
No matter how hard he tried to move faster, the tiny orb that he was enclosed in was not moving as fast as he would like. The monster was coming closer to him and not acting up fast enough would have devastating results. He had to run. To get away from the monster. To survive.
Why would he have to survive? This was the peaceful death he always dreamed of. The death that would indulge him into emptiness. He just had to embrace it and accept the cold numbness of it. There! The monster was now just a few inches away. He would finally be free. He would finally be embraced by the emptiness that he felt inside.
The monster leaned her hands down in delight, ready to grasp the tiny green soul and devour it only in one gulp.
He could almost feel her fingers around him
This was it.
Suddenly, the monster stopped. Her fingers were barely touching the vulnerable soul but on her face the victorious look had frozen. Instead a quite noticeable wound had appeared on her stomach, letting a black, almost sticky liquid drip down from her abdomen. The woman let out a piercing cry as her upper body slid away from her lower and she immediately turned into ash, that was so thick, that he barely noticed the fine, white hand that reached down to him and wrapped gently around him, picking him up.
~What are you doing here all alone, little soul?~ a melodious, female voice wondered.
He tried to look up and see the face that occupied that glorious voice inside of it, but the only thing he saw, was a sea of black.
Then, a breathtaking rainbow colored iris looked towards him from a close distance.
Ulquiorra’s eyes opened wide.
He was still in his chambers, sitting on the edge of his bed, his head had slightly bended downwards. His eyes scanned around the room, searching for a possible intruder, but there was no one to be seen. Was preposterous thing was this? He had no recollection of such a memory or any memory at all. But this was of no significance.
The time had come to bring the other human to Hueco Mundo.
激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒 激怒
The fucking girl hadn’t moved one bit even after so much time. Grimmjow was beyond himself with anger. All these days he had the urge to punch through the thin glass and beat the shit out of that nonchalant, sleeping girl for daring to mess with him. How dare she?! How the fuck does she dare to make fun of him and then to lock her powers up for another whole week. It was like she was mocking him through the glass and this was the fact that drove him crazy.
So, when the Emo-spada left the room, he dragged the chair in front of the water tank and sat on it, leaning his arms on the back of the chair, resting his chin on them and eyeing very closely the serene girl. This time, he would absolutely not allow her good looks to get to mess with his mind. So it would be best for her to keep the fuck away from his mind.
Still, he just couldn’t do anything else but admit to the fact that she was smoking hot.
He just couldn’t wait for the time when she would wake up and he would get a chance to ‘play’ with her. This time though, he wouldn’t be so kind with her as he decided to be at first, cause she turned him into a shitty toy for her likings and messed up his mind, bringing her on the surface. And then out of the blue, she completely erased all her reatsu, leaning no spiritual energy to be traced around her, as if she was just another human girl.
He grinned widely and licked his lips provocatively. Ah, the only sure thing would be that he would enjoy tormenting her to madness.
Just for this once, he would suggest to Aizen to appoint him as her guard as long as she would be here. And then, she would be left in his total mercy, the perfect toy to play around. Still, he had decided not to break her irreparably. She was just too interesting to be completely broken. Grimmjow found it a bit strange, but after a whole week of looking after her, she appeared to draw him somehow, an invisible force that couldn’t be understood even from the cunning Espada. Even that shit-head Cifer appeared to watch her too closely, which only flamed the curiosity of the 6th Espada more. That arrogant bastard was too high of himself to think that he would be allowed to take care of her. The girl was Grimmjow’s and only his.
End of the fucking story.
But it was truly peculiar that this useless and breakable human had drawn the attention of the all-mighty Espada. Why was that?
The answer was so simple, that Grimmjow not only realized it immediately, but accepted it at the same time.
She kind of reminded him of her.
Why? He had absolutely no idea.
How? She kind of emitted the same energy as her, and for the Espada with the aspect of destruction, it was overwhelming.
They had absolutely no resemblance, but at the same time, they emitted the same aura.
The same irresistible, alluring, and utterly tempting aura. It was enough just to stand around them and one could immediately feel his thoughts fading away and their presence to take over. Grimmjow had experienced far too many times what that aura could lead to.
It was all because of her.
Grimmjow was wandering around in the endless night of Hueco Mundo. The night seemed quieter than any of the nights he had passed in this cursed place as the total absence of Hollows made the place quieter than it ever had been. But one would consider it only natural if he known that Grimmjow, an Adjucha- class Menos in the shape of a panther, after devouring his fellow comrades that formed his circle of companions, with him as their rightful leader, had went on a rampage and brutally slaughtered any Hollow that he could possibly find in his way. It was just too much even for him to suddenly be left all alone in the strange home they called Hueco Mundo.
Thus, he was wandering around aimlessly, proudly waiting for his own demise.
The last Hollow he had gone up against might be of lower status and power, but was still capable of leaving numerous bone-deep slashes that now covered most of the body of the panther. Bright blue liquid was dripping down slowly from the wounds, making it more and more difficult for the panther to continue its way. It had long before dawned to him, that this time, there was no way of escaping this situation. Still, he would face death with his head high and his pride in his soul, facing it head on. Because he was the all-mighty Grimmjow and he would bow to no one, not even Death himself.
Thus the blue trail of liquid continued far behind him.
He would walk and walk, until Death would finally find him standing on his feet. He wouldn’t lose. Not to Death not to anyone. If anyone wanted a fight then he should bring it on!
He felt a violent shaking and his knees subsided, resulting into him collapsing on the white sand, unable to stand up; he couldn’t even stand up and not walk.
No! Fuck no! You pieces of sh*t!
He tried with all his might to stand up, ignoring the large amount of liquid that rushed out of his body, making him weaker by the passing seconds. This wasn’t happening! Not to him! He had vowed to die standing up! And now his irritating body acted up on him, completely disobeying his orders! He just wouldn’t accept defeat!
He tries and tries to stand up, but the efforts only lead into him being unable to move altogether.
He let out a piercing growl, almost screaming out from his frustration. The King would die like a slave.
His head had started to become heavier and heavier, his eyesight deteriorating by the passing seconds. He would die a pig’s death. How irritating.
Then he noticed it.
Or rather, her.
He let out another loud roar and tried to focus on her.
Then he saw her clearly.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
She was not very tall, yet she had something of a prideful tone in her aura. She had completely white, straight hair that reached just above her hips, hanging like a heavy waterfall. Her face was oval, with high cheekbones, big eyes and full lips. Her neck was delicate and went down on her shoulders, her busty chest, thin waist and long legs. Her body appeared as if it was completely naked, still, nothing was shown, as there was an extra layer of skin covering the naked body, applying on it perfectly and seemed like an impenetrable armor, with an astonishing pattern of roses that seemed to be blooming just on the surface of her skin, their vines stretching to various directions. Behind her, a set of breathtaking and dream haunting pair of wings were settled, high on her back. They were like a demons’ wings, the only difference was on the fact that they consisted only from bare bones, no membrane to cover them. Everything on her was so purely white, that even the moon seemed grayer in comparison to her.
Still there was one little thing that wasn’t white on her.
And that was her eyes.
They glowed in the bright moonlight, a pair of breathtaking black eyes with purple iris.
She smiled gently to him, as if they knew each other from long ago.
~Are you hurt?~ her voice sounded just like a heavenly bell.
In response, Grimmjow growled loudly, warning her not to come near him. She may be beautiful, but she is still just another lower being that sensed the King’s death and came to grasp some of his majestic aura. On the contrary though, the girl smiled brighter and walked towards him. Grimmjow howled and growled louder and louder, revealing his menacing teeth, warning the girl that if she went any closer, he would turn her into a pile of guts. But why didn’t she stop? Huh? Why is she smiling? Who is she? Isn’t she afraid at all? Or can she sense that he is unable to do the slightest move?
The girl kneeled down in front of him, inches away from the panthers face, completely relaxed and without the slightest fear.
From his point, Grimmjow stood perfectly still, the breathtaking beauty of the girl taking him aback. Suddenly he didn’t want to hurt her. Suddenly the only thing he wanted to do is look at this peaceful face and incredible purple eyes.
She gently stretched her hands and curled them around his head, pulling him into her embrace gently.
For Grimmjow, her scent was far more than simply overwhelming. It immediately dazzled him and he felt his body surrender in her soft touch. He was indeed in pain. But dying in her arms would be far more than just pleasing.
~Poor kitty. I’ll take your pain away.~ she murmured gently.
Grimmjow looked at her as she pulled back and leaning in, she gave him a kiss in the nose.
It all happened simultaneously.
A ten meter bright circle flashed around them, with the same rose pattern as the one she had on her beautiful body. The energy smashed on the sand, on the air, on every possible surface, creating the beautiful patterns of the roses. They were blooming, withering, growing, moving. An energy, so pure and powerful, that it felt literally like a super nova of reiatsu for the wounded Grimmjow.
It was so pure, so delicate and also overwhelming and destructive, that the white light quickly turned into all kinds of colors, glowing brightly, twisting and turning by themselves, all of them leading to this one small girl.
Her lips were still touching Grimmjow’s nose and suddenly he could feel a warm, almost too warm energy filling his very existence.
The energy ran through him, resonating with every single fiber of his body, sending it to flames. But it was a lustful fire. It ran through him, energizing every aspect of his existence, pulling all the blood back to the body and replenishing the lost one, healing the deep wounds and refilling the energy supplies of the body. All of that were so alluring, so lustful, that they left Grimmjow wanting more. No. He was craving more.
And it healed him.
It healed him completely.
Slowly but steadily, he could feel his energy and control over his body to be coming back. Still, he wished that this moment wouldn’t end. That she would remain there. With him.
Then, the energy circle was drawn back into her.
She let go of him and he was left wanting more.
She stood up and turning her back, she started walking away from him.
‘Wait!’ he yelled at her, suddenly jumping on his feet ‘At least tell me your name!’ he demanded.
She halted slowly and turned towards him slightly ~…I’m Eien Megami...~
Grimmjow was startled by an unexpected beeping. Where the hell did it come from? he wonders as he is looking around him, only to see the monitors going crazy all around him. All the vital signs of the girl are hitting sky levels, just out of the blue.
Well this is fucking interesting for once, he turns towards the girl, only to see her eyes sifting for just a small second.
欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望 欲望
You were floating gently inside a dark lake.
The cold water pierced you from every possible corner, but still, you couldn’t help but feel a strange feel of relief in it. The pain that your body had taken in from that red bullet was so enormous, that it threw you straight into the numbness of the unconscious.
At first you felt yourself falling from a really high distance, so high, that you wondered if it was minutes or even centuries. You were falling and falling endlessly, like there would be no end to the constant fall and that you would keep falling for eternity. It didn’t matter. You just didn’t have to struggle anymore. Nothing would harm or pain you anymore. You would finally be at peace.
Just around that time was, when you hit the water.
It was like colliding with an enormous brick wall.
It hurt all your body, so much that you wished you would die. Like someone had cut out several of your limps. It hurt like hell.
But God did hear your prayers for salvation. And he was merciful with you.
Soon, the cold numbness of the water started surrounding you, slowly and gently pulling you to its dark and cold embrace, nullifying the pain completely and dragging you further and further down into the water. When you finally stopped at a dark and cold spot, you just curled up, embracing your knees with your hands.
You would finally sleep.
Oh! Wondrous joy of sleep…
You just didn’t know for how long you had been there. It could be months. Centuries. Or even mere seconds. You had just lost count after a while.
But there was another pressing matter at hand.
Who are you?....
You didn’t know your own name… You didn’t know who you were or what you were doing there… All the memories had long gone, faded from your mind, leaving you puzzled. Who are you? Is there anyone looking for you? Are you completely alone? Will this darkness ever end? The only thing you could remember was an excruciating pain and suddenly, the coldness that the water brought to you. Maybe, if you were to get out of the water, would the pain come back? Yes, it would…. Then you should just remain here, like a good girl…not remembering a single thing….
You were left floating into the darkness.
But soon, something changed.
At first it was just a faint change, but it started growing larger and larger with the passing seconds. You didn’t know where it was coming from, but it was coming towards you and it was kind of familiar to you, even if you couldn’t remember. A pure, orange energy.
At first it was just a tint of it, but within the passing seconds it was coming closer and closer, until it was overwhelming. It filled you with a kind and warm energy that drew the darkness completely away. It lightened up the place around you and made you blind from the bright light for some seconds. Still it was familiar and you immediately knew that you loved this energy…
Then, a picture of a girl with grey eyes and orange hair flashed in front of you.
You remembered her! Yes, it couldn’t be mistaken! It was Orihime! Orihime was near! Orihime, your best friend!
Why was she here?! She shouldn’t be here! It is dangerous for her! You must help her! You must protect her! Let nothing happen to her beloved best friend!
You wouldn’t allow the monsters to harm her!
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What the hell was happening?!
Grimmjow landed his fist on one of the monitors that where now screaming all together, signaling a high alert on the girl’s vital signs. All the fuss and noise was driving him crazy! Why wouldn’t they just shut up for just a second and let him think!
He turned and threw a gaze over to the girl, only to see her face altered by a pained expression.
Then, Szayelaporro and Ulquiorra stormed into the room.
‘What on earth is happening here?!’ Szayelaporro yelled immediately and threw himself in the machines.
‘How the hell imma supposed to know?! The fucking machines started driving me crazy!’ Grimmjow exclaimed.
‘It appears the girl is awakening.’ Ulquiorra pointed out.
Both three men turned towards the girl.
She was turning and moving uneasily inside the tank, her face turning into a mask of pain. Her hand was ejected forward and slammed into the glass of the tank. She murmured, but no sound came out.
‘How is that possible?’ Szayelaporro exclaimed, trying to put the girl back to sleep, injecting her with various medicine, none of them seeming to work.
‘It appears that she is capable of sensing the presence of the other woman that used to be her ally.’ Another observation from the 4th Espada.
‘How the hell do we stop her then?!’ Grimmjow cursed loudly.
But the response came immediately.
The girl folded in two, her face looking upwards and her mouth falling open in an excruciating expression.
A piercing cry left her lips, so loud and piercing, that it was unbearable. Grimmjow and Szayelaporro had to cover their ears to endure it, as the monitors and screens started exploding.
Then, the glass of the water tank shattered.
So, this particular chapter took me one whole week in making it. I had begun it a little while now, but was never able to complete it :P Anyway !some tips! I have uniquely separated the parts where the point of view changes, and you might really want to check them out in google translate. It will give you a hint about the next ones and the characters. Also, whenever you see ' blah blah' it's the character who is talking and when you see ~blah blah blah~ it's a memory that displays right now.
Also, please please please let me know if i got the characters personalities right. I am really anxious and there is plenty of space to correct it, so please leave a comment!! Thank you!!
Chapter 5 Forget me not
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.”
― Anne Brontë
“She was breathtaking in her beauty. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed.’’
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful
The haunting white moonlight was entering through the huge windows that adorned the walls. The silver moon threw the same eerie light, which reflected itself in the white –snow like- ground. The sand was spreading until the very distant horizon and looked more threatening in the strict absence of any color, giving you the impression that behind every little hill and into the slightest shadow, your worst nightmares where hiding. Who could gaze in the dark and be able to withstand the sense of darkness that would look back?
Total silence has spread well within the empty, completely strange palace of Las Noches. All corridors were bereft of any evidence of a living soul, empty and menacing, ready to drain every fiber of logical thinking from the mind of any living organism. Not that living organisms would ever be able to survive in such an inhospitable place, or at least maintaining mental health.
Yet, in the absolute silence, a sequential sound resounds powerfully into the complete lack of sound.
Ulquiorra was walking down the corridor, his steps leading him more and more to the room Lord Aizen had acquired him to go. Since his last visit to the human world, a week had passed already.
From the moment the three of you arrived at the palace of Las Noches, you were immediately taken and sealed away safely. Ulquiorra did not know where in particular, but he was sure that it was Lord Aizen’s wish to do so. Still, it was too clear in his eyes, that you hadn’t used your powers to their true capacity and still, you were able to heal most of your wounds and dissolve Yammy’s arm in little pieces. That alone, was a clear fact that you were hiding a vicious power, that was lurking somewhere inside of you, hidden well behind your human skin. Ulquiorra had realized that the facts he had observed about you did not add up at all. How was it possible for a human trash to be able to seal such an immense power inside of it? From the small glimpse he was able to acquire from your reatsu, that was altered tremendously when you rose from the ground, one thing was clear to him. It was overpowering even his own energy. But who exactly is this girl?
He pushed this thought away from his mind. You were nothing more than a pest with a rare talent. Soon, you would be left only a trash.
Keeping his hands inside his pockets he descended the vast corridor walking past crossroads, carefully keeping his head focused in front of him, ignoring the whole world around him. In any case, they were nothing but useless things, specially made to accommodate the various needs both of Lord Aizen and the rest of the Espada. Not that they were holding any kind of significance. They were just there to fit a role. And this went for his comrades and himself also.
But this particular girl had caught the attention of Lord Aizen. When he presented his findings on the human world, Lord Aizen had made it crystal clear to all the Espada present, that he wanted them to bring him the girl. He was very precise into saying that no damage was to be made on the woman, and if it happened, then the responsible one would deal with the consequences. So, out of all the Espada, Aizen picked Ulquiorra to bring him the woman.
From the moment she came to the palace, a strange sense had begin to poison the walls and corridors, something that not only him, but also all the other higher ranked ones had noticed. Like miasma that poisoned the air and walls, it spread across the palace and drew unwanted visitors from afar. The problematic visitors were dealt with, and the miasma became a reality that eventually was usual. Still, more shadows were pestering the palace.
‘Where ya heading at lapdog?’ a voice was heard from a corner.
Ulquiorra immediately recognized it as Grimmjow’s, the 6th ranked Espada. The muscular Espada made its appearance, appearing from a corner, with a large, smug grin on his face.
Ulquiorra simply ignored him, continuing to walk down the corridor, something that ticked the blood-thirsty Arrancar even more.
‘Hey fucker, I asked you a fucking question.’ He declared, starting to lose his temper.
‘My intentions are not to your concern. I am not obliged to answer you.’ Ulquiorra replied in a monotone, continuing his way, only to hear the steps of his comrade follow.
‘You’re going to see the girl aren’t ya?’ Grimmjow didn’t want to follow that emo-like dude, but this was the only way to satisfy his own curiosity as well. The breaking news of the woman’s arrival reached him late enough for him not to be able to get the chance to see her. And as Aizen seemed completely obsessed with her, it was only natural to raise his own curiosity.
Ulquiorra once again ignored him and stopped outside a door, knocking lightly.
When he heard the come in, he opened it and both him and Grimmjow, who his only goal was to annoy him with his presence even more, passed inside what seemed to be Szayelaporro’s laboratory.
The pink haired Arrancar was immediately located in front of various screens and medical machineries, messing with various things on the boards of the machines, that covered all the space of the little, round room. His expression was overwhelmed with happiness, more likely the sadistic happiness that hides madness pretty lousy. Ulquiorra noticed that the signs appearing on the boards were that of vital organs.
‘Welcome Ulquiorra.’ A male voice said and Aizen himself turned to greet his minions, opening his arms and smiling cockily ‘I see that you brought Grimmjow along.’ His tone was polite, but a small tint of annoyance could be easily detected.
‘I apologize for the inconvenience Lord Aizen, but this was not in my intensions.’ Ulquiorra replied.
Beside Aizen was standing Harribel, having crossed her arms above her chest, looking at the visitors calmly. Behind her was a huge tank, that was covered with a heavy fabric, but still, in the almost immortal beings in the room, a faint light could be seen coming from within.
‘Ah, there is no problem. Let us see what we discovered and got in our hands.’ Aizen said and nodded to Szayelaporro to start.
‘Of course Lord Aizen.’ He crazy scientist made a small curtsey, holding some papers in his hands ‘So what I found about this woman is truly interesting! But to an amazing scientist like myself, they couldn’t be missed.’ he declared, pushing his glasses backwards to place them better.
‘So, I found out that her reatsu really is peculiar. After running some tests it was clear that her reatsu changes altogether when she is wounded in any sort. Her body reacts and the wound heals again faster even from any Arrancar that I have ever experimented on. And to think that she is only a mere human, it is extraordinary!’ he said and started laughing manically, walking up and down the whole room.
‘I also discovered that her skin is invulnerable to any needle, despite the fact that weapons can cut of various parts of her. Her veins are unreachable, so I wasn’t really able to inject any poison and see how she would respond to that.’
‘Cut to the chase as***le.’ Grimmjow growled from beside the door, where he was now leaning into.
‘Science needs time brainless idiot.’ Was the answer Szayelaporro threw to him ‘As I was saying, I have barely managed to keep her asleep, but her vital signs are steady even when I wound her severely. Still though, I wasn’t able to access her powers, that seem to be lethargic, except from her healing abilities.’
‘So there is no way to test them.’ Aizen concluded.
Szayelaporro nodded ‘Only if we wake her up and tempt her. Still, I’m not sure, but at some points I thought she was awake and wandering around the room when I was away, so I would have to say that there might have been some sorts of materialized illusions.’
‘If she was able to move, why didn’t she free herself?’ Harribel asked.
‘I believe that she is not aware she is captured. I have solid ways to believe that her mind is so deep in slumber, that she has no idea of her surroundings. She is able though, to sense the reatsu around her.’ He was now walking up and down in front of the tank.
‘Also, I have located many tattoos, mostly in her back and on her spine, that appear to work as seals, as well as one over her heart. But, any attempt to remove them, only resulted in failure.’
‘Anything else?’ Aizen said impatiently.
‘Nothing else, my Lord. I can proceed into revealing her to you.’ Szayelaporro said, grabbing the fabric.
On Aizen’s nod he pulled it hard.
Ulquiorra’s eyes watched coldly, as the fabric fell to the floor, revealing the huge glass tank that was full of water. The light that was coming from above and below illuminated the clear water, giving it a strong bluish tint. Some air bubbles escaped every now and then and moved upwards, skillfully avoiding the body of the sleeping girl that was enclosed within.
From where he was standing, Grimmjow couldn’t have a clear view of the water tank as Aizen and that Harribel where blocking his view. One thing that he noticed though, was that complete silence had immediately fallen around the room.
‘Well, what is the fuss all about?’ He said, slightly irritated and moved forward, managing to find a clearing and look at the water tank.
And then he froze on spot.
His eyes widened with surprise and his breath was cut inside his throat and never came out. Not that he needed to breathe anyway. It was the spectacle that made him stop on his tracks.
There, inside the water tank, was sleeping, a girl.
Her eyes were covered with bandages so that even if she woke, they would deprive her from seeing around her. Her long (sorry, on this one your hair is long, so if you have short hair, imagine them long :P ) (h/c) hair were peacefully floating around her, surrounding her (face shape) face, as if they were a sea of (h/c) water. Her (skin color) skin was astonishing under the faint white light that the light was emitting, making it look like it was liquid. She had sweet shaped facial characteristics that made her look like an innocent little girl.
Grimmjow’s gaze moved down, to her beautifully shaped shoulders and her chest, which was wrapped with bandages as well, hiding what should not be seen – much to his dislike - , down to her stomach and her legs. Still, she was covered well. Her face had leaned downwards, and it was evident that she was sleeping peacefully, with a hint of a tiny smile in the edges of her lips. Her arms were resting lightly on her sides, floating inside the clear water.
At that point, Grimmjow was sure.
She was the most beautiful woman he had seen.
The extraordinary beauty of the girl didn’t go unnoticed by Ulquiorra also. Upon gazing at her sleeping figure inside the water, his eyes widened, so slightly, that it would go unnoticed by many. And it did. The whole picture of the girl that was reflecting on his eyes was something more than beautiful. Even he, though, couldn’t find the words to describe it. Nor did he fully understand it.
Then he heard a beat.
And that lasted for only a mere second.
Immediately after, only after he blinked his eyes, everything was as it should be. The effect of the girl seized and Ulquiorra decided that there must be her strange reatsu on act that made him act this way. Yes. In fact he had sensed it to fluctuate as soon as the girl was revealed. That only proved that she was a strange human. Her closed eyes made her look innocent and vulnerable, but he was sure, that there was much more to her that met the eye. She would really be a valuable weapon on the hands of Lord Aizen, until her usage would be over and her existence would be wiped out. It would be necessary to test her full abilities though, before he would be able to make his final conclusions. Still, he was able to identify the fact that she is valuable, far before Aizen even spoke.
‘Why don’t we see a little bit of her abilities?’ he suggested smiling lightly towards Szayelaporro.
‘As you wish my Lord.’ Szayelaporro held on his notes and beamed a bright smile that was more disturbing than reassuring. He rushed back at the screens and starting turning and pushing buttons ‘Observe very carefully my Lord.’ He said and turned towards the water tank, full of anticipation.
From the top of the water tank two ropes dropped immediately. One was just a simple rope that with Szayelaporro’s manual guidance, wrapped around the arm of the sleeping girl, just a few inches under her bare shoulder, grasping the arm hard and keeping it in place. The other one, had a small metal wheel, exactly like the ones the doctor use. It floated down, beside the rope and stopped there.
‘And the procedure begins.’ Szayelaporro announced, as he pushed one final button and the wheel began to turn rapidly.
Ulquiorra observed closely as the wheel gently touched the skin of the girl and immediately, red liquid started coming out, as the wheel was cutting the arm. Grimmjow's senses tightened as he saw the wheel get lost inside the delicate skin of the human and a grin made its way into his face as after one small second, the right hand of the girl was completely amputated. Ulquiorra watched silently, as the red blood almost covered all of the water around the girl, whose face didn’t alter even for one second, as if she was unable to feel the pain.
The amputated arm was led by the ropes into a small hole in the bottom of the tank, where it disappeared.
‘Now look.’ Szayelaporro said.
The girl kept sleeping peacefully, as if nothing had happened, completely engulfed into the blood that flowed from her arm.
Then, out of nowhere, black vines started coming out of her wound. They looked like vines of roses, completely covered with thorns, while when they touched the glass wall, you could see the edges turn into majestic black roses. Grimmjow let out a small, menacing growl. It appeared as if the vines where absorbing the blood that had scattered around, as the water became once again crystal clear and the vines were becoming larger and larger.
It was evident to Ulquiorra that the vines behaved as if they were searching for the possible threat that inflicted the wound into their vessel, acting completely on their own, repeatedly hitting the glass, as if they wanted to get through it. But the glass was sturdy enough. Strange it appeared to him though, the fact that the thorns didn’t harm the girl at all, even if they appeared to pierce her skin. The girl continued to be in deep slumber, completely unaware of her surroundings.
Then, when the search for the possible threat was over, the vines started withdrawing. Slowly but steadily, they flew back to the girl and started wrapping around themselves, in the place where her hand had been previously. They began to be tangled more and more, leaving no space among them, until they created the shape of a black hand.
Then, their movement stopped.
‘One.’ Szayelaporro murmured.
Two roses bloomed into the black mass.
The black vines turned into liquid and they were completely absorbed into the skin, leaving behind a perfectly healed hand.
‘Impressive.’ Aizen said.
‘Sh**t!’ Grimmjow hissed.
‘This human is impressive.’ Ulquiorra said in a monotone.
The hand hadn’t only healed, but it was like no damage was done to it in the very first place.
‘Her abilities appear to be out of the ordinary.’ Ulquiorra turned to Lord Aizen, who nodded and turned, walking towards the door.
He stopped and turned towards the Espada, with a calm but dangerous smile on his face.
‘We’ll put her abilities to the test shortly. As for now, I want only the four of you, to keep an eye on her every night. Ulquiorra you’ll take the first shift for tonight. And I expect you to keep it hidden from your other comrades. Am I clear?’ he said.
‘Crystal clear, Lord.’ Grimmjow announced, with a large grin on his face and putting his hands behind his head. This woman will make an excellent toy. He only wished she lived long enough for him to get a chance to ‘play’ a little bit with her.
Ulquiorra watched silently, as all the others cleared the room and Szayelaporro closed the door to the lab behind him, emerging everything in mid-light, with the only light source being the water tank. Ulquiorra turned towards it, putting his hands in his pockets and looking up, his eyes meeting the sleeping girl that appeared to be unaware still. He had found a very peculiar being indeed.
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Grimmjow was walking towards his chambers, his gaze falling arrogantly into the space around him and the empty hallways that he encountered. His mind though, was wandering back into that science-freaks laboratory and the breathtaking little girl that was enclosed in her water prison.
For starters, for a human female, she looked smoking hot. He found himself amazed by the capacity of attractiveness a human woman could possess but it was obvious that this one did and Grimmjow was more than eager to see what else she was hiding, even if she wanted to show him or not.
He licked his lips, grinning widely, thinking of all possible scenarios he could make her go through.
He just hoped that the guardian that Aizen would assign for her would leave an opening for him to take advantage of. He did want to check out for himself exactly how breakable human women could be. No surprise would come to him if he just touched her and all the bones on her body would shatter into little pieces. But this would be such a waste. Killing her would be game over and there are much more things he could do to her, well, until he loses his interest over her, or destroys her beautiful face. He should be extra careful around her.
Still, it came as a surprise to him how easy it was for her to heal herself, even if she was asleep and couldn’t understand a single thing. It was pretty clear that her powers are far beyond that, as he had carefully seen the observations Emo-spada had made. He didn’t like this dude not even a little bit and he was sure that given the chance, he would beat the shit out of him, proving to that arrogant bastard that he was far stronger than him. He just had to wait.
His thoughts switched back to the girl. One thing was for sure. He would have fun with her.
The lights above him flickered.
He threw them a furious gaze but still continued his way.
He hadn’t given much thought into women. To him they were only things he could play with and then toss them away, either dead or alive. They had absolutely no importance. And he was sure that this girl would be the same too.
He hadn’t thought of her in a really long time. How many centuries have passed since he last laid his eyes on her? How many centuries have passed since he last saw her smile? That smile that used to make his mind go completely blank?
He shouldn’t be thinking of her. She must be forgotten. No one must ever know.
The lights went completely off, leaving the whole place in complete darkness.
‘Tsk. Like that would affect me.’ Grimmjow muttered to himself, his cat vision taking control automatically.
But this time, he was unable to see a thing.
The darkness appeared to be so thick, that even his special abilities were unable to penetrate it and lighten the way for him. Suddenly, the darkness was more than touchable and gave him a feeling of danger, making his hair stand still like a cat’s. There was something odd about this darkness and he knew it immediately.
‘Who the f*ck is there?’ he immediately demanded to know, standing completely still and trying to listen to any strange sound. Or maybe, to any sound.
Then, a girl giggled.
He turned abruptly, trying to see where she was, but all he could see as darkness.
‘Come here, and I’ll show you bitch!’ he said angrily to the darkness.
Another laugh, this time from in front of him.
He turned again and clenched his jaw, revealing his teeth, into a menacing grimace. He still couldn’t find where she was. She was standing somewhere around him, as he could very faintly feel her presence, but no reatsu, or energy was emitted.
‘…I want to play with you Grimmjow…’ The voice was heard again.
He grinned ‘Then come out.’ He tempted her. The minute he would see her, he would kill her.
But no one ever warned him for the sight he was about to encounter.
The girl did come out of the dark. Or at least what he thought was a girl. He immediately recognized it as the imprisoned girl. But she was different from what he had seen.
Her whole body –no- her whole existence was white. A pure, unstained light was what her body consisted of. It was as if her body was made by it. He still could see her fragile neck, her chest -the bandaged were missing, but still, nothing was seen, as if she was wearing a full body suit, only that she was naked- her stomach, her hips and her legs. She was exactly as he had seen her inside that hell-hole. Her hands at her sides, her hair floating gently around her, as if she was still under the water. The only difference now, was the fact that her eyes were open. Still, there was no iris, only a bright white light.
She smiled widely to him, her perfect lips drawing back into a stunning smile that took his breath away. It was lucky of him not to be captivated completely by her smile, cause he was able to notice that her feet didn’t touch the floor under, and that she was in fact floating gently. What the f*ck was that?
He slowly reached for his Pantera.
‘…You don’t want to do that…’ Her voice was something more than a whisper, but made him freeze, his hand suspended over his sword.
She giggled again and floated towards him.
She gently touched his cheek with her hand, bringing her lips only inches away from his own.
‘…Behave my strong tiger. Obey me completely…’ her voice sounded mesmerizing inside his head, giving him one hell of a feeling, as if he was starting to emerge in a complete delirium. His body was foreign to him.
He heard her smile, more than he saw her.
Still touching his cheek softly, she floated around him, like a butterfly that wanted to capture the attention of a bigger and vicious predator and make him her minion.
‘…I have seen inside your head Grimmjow…’ she said, passing her hands slowly on his chest ‘…I know what you have done…’
His whole head was turning. Her image had become completely blurred, as he fell further and further under her spell.
She laughed again ‘…What a strong man you are Grimmjow...I could play with you all day long…’ she floated to his left side, whispering to his left ear.
‘…Tell me, would you like me to play with you?...’
He swallowed hard.
‘…*giggles* I’ll take that as a yes…’
She was now once again in front of him, looking deep into his eyes. His whole head was spinning, and he cursed himself for not being able to react.
‘…What happened my strong tiger?....Do you feel a little strange?...’ her voice was full of pretended concern. Something that infuriated Grimmjow.
‘…You see, I wanted to trap you before I was able to play freely with you….You’re going to love my games…’ she giggled and drew a few inches back.
And then she slammed both her hands on his chest.
The impact was immediate.
Grimmjow was thrown two meters back, his senses so blurred, that he failed to maintain his balance and fell back first into the floor.
‘You….bi…tch.’ he threw breathlessly, trying like hell to make his senses focus once again, but the only thing he could do was to see her smile widely to him, an insane smile, that made even him hesitate for a second.
‘It’s time to atone for your sins Grimmjow.’ she said as her feet touched the ground.
Her eyes turned utterly black.
And this send a flashback to Grimmjow’s mind. His eyes widened from the surprise, as the girl started walking towards him, slowly, almost tauntingly.
Suddenly, it wasn’t the girl that was standing in front of him. It was her. He wasn’t in Las Noches anymore, but in Nāve Palace.
‘I’ll punish you Grimmjow.’
~I’ll punish you Grimmjow.~
His breath didn’t find its way out of his neck as he saw both of them walking closer and closer, and he started moving back, his senses still into a complete mess.
‘Disobedience is not tolerated.’
~Disobedience is not tolerated.~
In her hands appeared a long, white sword. She raised it, resonating to her also.
‘It’s time to pay for what you’ve done.’
~It’s time to pay for what you’ve done.~
They both swung the swords.
And Grimmjow found himself sitting on the floor. The lights shone brightly above him and he could hear conversations close to him and sense various reatsu around him. His senses were as perfect as before and his mind was clear as the sky. Still, he was bathed in cold sweat. He sat there for a few seconds, trying to figure out what he had just seen.
‘What the f*ck just happened?!’ he proclaimed infuriated.
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The girl had not made the slightest move. Ulquiorra was standing in the same place he was standing when he arrived in this laboratory, his eyes calmly looking at the human girl. As he was nearly immortal, he did not feel the urge to sit down to relax for a little bit, nor to sleep at all, so he only kept those attributes only for time saving. Calculating the time, he has been standing guard to the girl for over three hours.
The various screens that showed her vital signs were transmitting the same tone in complete monotone, without the slightest change.
His thoughts were wondering around the previous incidents and her healing attribute. In the time after the arrival of the first girl, he was able to observe the second woman that was on the human world and it was obvious that her powers consisted mostly of rejection of destiny, or otherwise, rejection of time. It was a peculiar and interesting ability, though it did not even get close to the energy the human girl was able to display.
Her healing ability was indeed a healing ability; the only difference was lying on the time it acquired her to fully heal herself. As an Arrancar, Ulquiorra had experienced all kinds of variations in healing abilities, but none of them was near as fast as this girl’s ability. But this was not her only attribute. She had displayed a unique energy while performing her powers, varying from no reatsu at all, to a spirit energy that surpassed even Aizen’s. It was evident though, that she needed a specific ‘motive’ to display her abilities each and every time.
When she first observed her in a fight when, under Aizen’s orders, he led the Adjucha in the human world, he was able to see her in a fight that required only her own survival. She did fight the monster well enough, to the point of taking it down all by herself, but still, even after she released her Bankai, she only let Ulquiorra get a brief glimpse of her power. She was able to perform complicated spells, but still, not to perfection.
Although, this changed when the situation called for her to protect her friends. With a little motivation imposed by Yammy, her reatsu was at last released. This time Ulquiorra was able to observe thoroughly her power, that was easily surpassing his own and any other Espada’s, proceeding to surpass Aizen’s. With only a single move, she was able to amputate with great ease Yammy’s arm, displaying a pattern of energy that was utterly unique. It reached even the point where she was completely ignorant to the extent of her own injuries. Still, Ulquiorra believed that they could push her more. But the place and situation had reached their limit so they had to depart.
But there was one little thing that Ulquiorra was unable to understand fully. Back when Szayelaporro amputated her hand, Ulquiorra caught himself with a sort on uneasiness rising inside his mind. Why was he even bothered to see the girl’s arm being cut off and why this thoughts had made their way inside his mind. Undoubtedly they were one’s that up until now, where unable to form inside his mind. It was utterly peculiar. Back in time, when he was beside his comrades in Aizen’s army, he absolutely felt nothing when he was seeing them being hit, or even killed. To him, it was the only proof that they were trash with no purpose of existence.
At this current situation though, why did he feel the urge to keep that girl as it is? Why his thoughts were roamed around her well being, and he was left feeling discreetly drawn towards her? Who exactly was this girl?
He pushed the thought away from his mind. She still was nothing but a tool and she should be treated as such.
The beatings changed.
Ulquiorra glanced over to the screens, only to see her vital signs begin to hit sky levels. He calmly looked back at the girl. Was she about to wake up?
On the contrary, the girl kept her serene face, not even blinking. But Ulquiorra was able to locate the small difference.
His eyes fell just where her chest was, on the left side. There it was, his eyes were never fooled.
Right on that spot, a small black rose made its appearance, blooming on her bosom slowly but steadily. Ulquiorra made a few steps forward, narrowing the space between him and the water tank, so he would be able to observe the new reaction. His emerald eyes focused on the tattoo-like flower, which seemed to move on her chest. It was exactly the same as the ones that appeared when her arm was cut off.
‘Ulquiorra?’ a soft voice said then from behind him.
The Espada turned immediately, only to see the girl standing just in front of the entrance door. She was exactly like she was inside the water tank; the only difference was that her whole body was made from clear white light. A projection or an illusion? Ulquiorra immediately located what he thought to be tears running in abundance from her eyes that had no iris at all.
‘Ulquiorra?’ she repeated, almost whispering.
‘Who are you woman?’ Ulquiorra asked coldly.
More tears ran from her eyes ‘You don’t remember me Ulquiorra?’
He took a few steps towards her ‘I am forced to ask you to return to your cell immediately. Otherwise, I will have to restrain you myself.’ He said in a monotone.
‘How can you not remember me?’ the girl continued, despair painting her voice.
‘I am afraid I have no recollection of meeting you in the past woman.’ He simply answered.
The girl disappeared from in front of him. Ulquiorra’s eyes widened a mere inch. What kind of abilities was she currently using? And why was he not able to detect any change in her reatsu?
‘How can you not remember me?.....Just how?....’ he heard her soft voice again.
This time he located her in front of the water tank, large tears rolling down her eyes and her body to be shaken from her sobs. She appeared to look into the void in front of her, as her gaze was looking down at the floor.
‘Woman, return to your cell. I have no recollection of your existence in the past. You are a mere human, so that would be unusual.’ Ulquiorra said coldly.
The girl stopped sobbing and straightened her whole body, gazing over to Ulquiorra.
‘Then you’ll have to remember me all over again. And the time for that is coming closer.’
So this is the throne that you came across in your dream!!!!!! All credits go to my best friend ElleXVI for making it for me!!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!! <3 <3 <3