Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the characters/ideas created by the great Tite Kubo. I do own my OC's and my ideas, but I'm not makin jack shit off em, so don't sue me.
Angil has so got me on a vampire kick lately. Its
all Ella and Alucard's fault! Now I can't stop these damn
Bleach/Vampire ideas from popping up.
This story is random drabble on my part. It will at least
be a 2 shot :) I already have 2 primary stories going and another
1 shot that mutated...
Thanks goes out to my Master, WannaBeNinja! She's always
inspirational, and she created Enyo! Be sure to check out
her stories, as well a Angil's in our C2 - Crazy, Sexy & Red!
Link on my bio.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Kenpachi opened his mouth wide and yawned so hard he could swear he heard his jaw creak. The world of the living was just plain boring. So far, he'd found little of interest. The Soul Society had dispatched two of its Captains in response to an Arrancar sighting in this area. 'What a waste of time this has been. There aint shit for me to kill around here. Figures.'
It figured, since he had actually volunteered in hopes of some excitement. It also figured that the other Captain to join him had been that annoyingly sedate noble, Byakuya Kuchiki. 'Now that guy is a real drag,' Kenpachi thought to himself. He was on his way to meet the ice prince at this very moment. They had selected a wooded area of one of the larger parks in this town to meet up after doing their initial reconnaissance.
His big sword was tapping away idly on his shoulder as he scanned the park. He'd retained the fleeting hope that perhaps they would run into the Arrancar before they called it a night. No such luck. With a disappointed growl, he walked up to the Captain of Squad 6 who was already waiting in the pre-ordained location. A look of frosty impatience was on his face, causing Kenpachi to snort with amusement. 'Looks like the ice prince has been waiting here for a while.'
"You came up empty too, eh Kuchiki?"
"…."
He snorted again at the lack of response. It wasn't unusual, considering. Kenpachi was just a lowly commoner to that stuffy aristocrat. Someone from the worst district of the Rukongai. The apathetic Captain rarely spoke to him to begin with and when he did, he said as little as possible. Only this time, it didn't seem like he was ignoring the big man per se.
Byakuya's gray eyes were calmly scanning the area. His arms had been folded together in disapproval at Kenpachi's tardiness but they now began to slowly fall to his sides. He was listening for something, what, Zaraki did not know. He was about to speak again when Captain Kuchiki held his hand up in a request for silence. Now his interest was piqued. He couldn't sense reiatsu worth shit but he at least trusted his hearing was fine. He listened along with Kuchiki, curiously.
After a few moments Byakuya turned to him, perplexed. "Were you able to discern where that was come from, Captain Zaraki?"
Kenpachi looked at him as though he had lost his noble little mind. How the hell could he tell where something was coming from, when he had heard nothing at all?
"I think you're hearing shit, Kuchiki. Night's so quiet you could hear a pin drop."
Byakuya's eyebrow arched in both annoyance and disdain. It was just his luck to be stuck with the crude, uncivilized Captain of Squad 11 for this mission. Apparently the brute of a man had his ears stuffed with wool as well. How could not have heard that? It was faint, yes, but he could still make out the words.
"Please...someone...help me!"
The only problem in locating the woman crying for help, was determining the direction from whence they came. No matter how he tried, he couldn't seem to pinpoint it. In all honesty, he should have just brushed it off. Humans were no concern of his. The mission here was to seek out and exterminate the Arrancar threat. After Aizen's defeat two months ago, the remainder of his army fled. Since then, the Captains of Gotei 13 had been busy hunting down and exterminating the last of them. It just so happened that Byakuya had been able to avoid the rather tedious duty, until now. Perhaps it was Yamamoto's way of punishing him by forcing him to work with Captain Zaraki.
Another cry for help reached his ears, followed by a broken sob. Turning on his heel, Byakuya began walking the direction he thought it was coming from. Why is her location so vague? I should be able to sense it precisely.'
"Hey! Where the hell are you goin'?" Zaraki called after him.
Byakuya kept walking, turning his head back to offer a brief response. "I am following her cries."
Kenpachi's face scrunched up in confusion. "Whose cries? I don't hear anything."
The big man grunted when he received no reply. Shaking his head, he followed the other Captain after brief internal debate. Might as well. After all, it had been a dull night. This could make things interesting. If anything, it would give him something to harass the haughty leader of the Kuchiki Clan about when he came up empty handed.
The deeper into the wooded area he walked, the clearer the plaintive cries became. Now another woman's voice could be heard along side the first.
"Get your filthy hands off her! Hey, let go of me asshole!"
The second woman certainly didn't sound as frightened as the first. Angry perhaps, but not frightened. However, he could tell they were both in trouble. Why he allowed this to get to him, he would never know. It was completely unlike him to pay any mind to humans and their mundane lives. His visits to the world of the living had always been brief, he'd always focused on the mission and nothing else. There was just something about those desperate pleas for help that tugged deep within his soul, compelling him to seek them out. He couldn't ignore it.
A thick fog had begun to cover the ground and it only got worse as he drew closer. Another curiosity. The conditions did not seem to be right for fog on this night, and yet it was there. Thick enough to cut with his zanpakutō. He could hear Zaraki cursing it somewhere behind him. It nearly caused his lips to twitch into a smile. From the fuss he was making, it sounded as though the big man had stubbed his toe on a tree stump. 'Careless fool.'
The sounds of a struggle were close now, he should almost be on top of them. Pausing, Byakuya's ears strained to pick out the exact location. A feminine whimper followed by the grunt of a male, whose manhood had unfortunately become a target of one of the captives, turned him in the right direction.
The fog thinned slightly and he stumbled upon a group of six. Two women were being assaulted by a gang of rather uncouth looking individuals. One man was holding a raven haired woman's neck in the crook of his elbow, choking her. His free hand roamed over her leg that was exposed by the high slit of her dress. The woman's eyes were squeezed shut, hands gripping his arm and trying desperately to free herself from his hold.
The second woman was bent over awkwardly, two men each holding one of her arms, twisting them back painfully. In front of her, one of the thugs was curled up on the ground, holding his crotch and groaning in pain. Her hair was the color of the fresh snow, illuminated in the moonlight. It looked as though she had been trying to cover it with a hooded cloak, but it had apparently been knocked back in the struggle.
"Are you going to stand there all night pretty boy, or do you plan on helping us?"
Byakuya gave a start and looked at the pale haired woman in shock. 'She can see me?' Humans could rarely see hollows, much less a shinigami.
"Who the fuck are you talking to girl? Aint nobody gonna help ya." One of her captors said with a menacing grin.
He flipped her wrist back and squeezed it towards her arm, causing her mouth to fall open in muted agony. She fell to her knees immediately, pain lancing through her arm.
Disgusted with the vulgar behavior and actions of these men, Byakuya withdrew his zanpakutō, pointing the blade heavenward in front of him.
"Chire. Senbonzakura."
The blade glowed brightly in response before slowly breaking apart. By all appearances, the air around him was now littered with hundreds of cherry blossom petals, reflecting the light of the moon. They quickly formed a tight circle around the humans. At his command, the blades rushed forward, attacking all four men at once. They sliced at all the major arteries, assuring their victims would not survive the onslaught. The men never even saw it coming...literally.
There was a loud rustle behind him as the blades began returning to the hilt and reforming. Byakuya said nothing at the arrival, he'd sensed it moments earlier.
"Damnit Kuchiki. You lost me in the fog."
"A pity you never learned how to sense reiatsu. I certainly had no trouble detecting your presence."
Kenpachi grunted in response, eyes falling to the scene of what looked to be a massacre. Four blood soaked men lay on the ground, unresponsive.
"Aw hell. You couldn't have left some of them for me to kill? You're such a drag Kuchiki."
Byakuya ignored Kenpachi, instead turning his focus to the woman who had been calling out to him before. Her long black hair was spilling over her shoulders, hiding her downturned face. The two women were both kneeling, apparently still quite shaken. Composing herself, the snowy haired woman glanced up at the men with a smirk.
"Thanks pretty boy. Who's the big guy?"
Zaraki blinked at the woman in surprise. "You can see us?"
"Do I look blind to you?"
Kenpachi snorted, then burst into laughter. Walking over to her he squatted down, trying to bring himself to eye level.
"Feisty little thing, aren't ya? You gotta name?"
"Tch, of course I do. You mind moving outta my way so I can check on my friend?"
Byakuya was already standing over the dark haired woman who was hugging herself tightly, her body still quivering with fright. Kenpachi looked at the other Captain, then back at the woman in front of him.
"The ice prince is taking care of her. You gonna answer me?"
She growled at him, baring her teeth slightly. "My name is Enyo and if you don't move your bulky ass, I'm going to shove my foot up it."
For a moment, Kenpachi said nothing at all. The two stared at each other. One in defiance, the other in shock. Finally, he threw his head back and cackled madly, scooping the woman up in the process. She squawked in both surprise and protest. She certainly had not expected that sort of reaction. 'Just what have we gotten in to?' she wondered. Its not that he frightened her. Granted he was a large man, and clearly quite powerful. He just wasn't what she had expected in the least.
When Captain Zaraki had first begun speaking to Enyo, Byakuya moved to check on her friend, the one whose voice had called him here. Standing above her, he spoke softly, taking care not to startle her.
"Are you alright, Miss?"
Slowly, her head rose, strands of hair falling to the side to reveal a delicate face. Shimmering pools of gold met his placid smoky orbs, unblinking. Full, crimson lips moved silently, as though she were speaking very softly. Brows furrowed, Byakuya leaned in, trying to hear what was being said. He was not about to kneel down on the ground like some filthy commoner. His gray eyes slid over to Zaraki, who at that moment was doing just that. A tug on his hakama brought his eyes downward again. Her lips were moving again, slower this time.
With a quiet sigh of annoyance, he reached down and placed one hand under each arm, lifting her to her feet. The woman's face scrunched up slightly, almost as though she were embarrassed. Those almost pouty lips were moving again but her face was turned to the side. He still could not understand what she was saying to him. Did she think he was able to read what she was saying? Was she mute perhaps? No, he heard a faint whisper caught on the wind, just barely audible. There was that, and the fact that it was her cries for help that summoned him here in the first place.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he gently took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her back to face him.
"I apologize, but I cannot hear what you are saying. Could you speak a little louder?"
Pursing her lips, she crooked a finger to him, her other hand tapping her throat as if to say she was hoarse. Humoring her, Byakuya took a step towards her until he was close enough for her to wrap her hand around his neck. He stiffened, relaxing only when he realized she was leaning into speak. He didn't care for his personal space being invaded this way, but something about this woman compelled him. A shiver rippled down his spine when her lips brushed against his ear.
"....I...said..." she began in a tiny whisper.
The next two words were spoken louder, startling him at the sudden rise in pitch. Her voice had a gentle timbre and seemed almost honey coated. What she said, however, was not.
"Don't move."
It wasn't a request. It was a command. Byakuya tried to jerk himself upright and break free from her grasp. With a chill, he realized that he could not move. His body remained absolutely still, just as she requested. No matter what he tried, he could not budge. He couldn't even speak.
"Hnh" she smirked, running her lips down his neck.
To his right, he could hear Kenpachi laughing about something. For once, he prayed the man would realize that some was off. Byakuya's reiatsu was fluctuating wildly, something any other shinigami would have picked up on immediately. Silently he cursed his poor luck in being given such an inept partner for this mission.
Her soft sigh brushed against his skin, whilst the mysterious woman's right hand reached up and removing his scarf before pulling aside the top of his dogi. With her left hand she forced his neck to tilt, allowing her full access. He would have gasped when he felt her teeth puncture the skin, but the shock registered only in his eyes. They shook in what he would have to admit was panic. This was a situation he had no control over. Such a thing would have normally only frustrated him, but this was a matter of life or death.
Warmth began to trickle down to his collarbone from the two wounds now opened in his neck. Her tongue lapped it up eagerly, hungrily. Emitting a soft moan, she pulled him closer, molding her body against his. Of all things, it triggered a reaction he could have never expected. Eyes glazing, he stopped struggling vainly for freedom. Mentally he began to encourage her, begging her to continue. Somehow, the experience had shifted to something more...divine. Had he been able to speak, he would have moaned. Had he been able to move, he would have pulled her closer.
"And just who do you think you are? Picking me up like I'm some ragdoll!"
The spiky headed Captain leered down at the woman in his arms. Her low cut jeans revealed sensuous hips and the small tee shirt left her midriff bare, showing off a flat stomach. They seemed quite odd considering she had on a dark, hooded cloak, of which she was currently trying to use to cover her head. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled it away, letting the hood fall back.
"Looks better down."
Enyo's face twisted in a furious glare. "I don't give a shit what you think. Now, you gonna tell me your name, or do I need to beat it out of ya?"
The big man's face split into a maniacal grin. This was just his kind of woman. Too bad she was human. Otherwise, he'd carry her right back to the Seireitei with him. At least he could enjoy one night with her, if he was lucky. Meaning...if that stiff Kuchiki bastard decided not to be a killjoy and ruin all his fun.
"It's Kenpachi Zaraki, but I wouldn't mind seeing you try to beat anything outta me. Wanna give it a shot now?"
Enyo rolled her eyes at his toothy grin. The man appeared to be as bloodthirsty as she was...almost. It did sound like fun though. He looked strong enough to handle a fight with her without dying to easily. Perhaps she would take her time with him. Perhaps.
Shooting him an equally devious smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes appraising him. "That sounds as though it would quite...entertaining. We have a lovely sparring room in our home, care to go?"
He hadn't really expected her to take him up on his offer. If she couldn't fight off the men that had been accosting her, she certainly couldn't stand up to his battle prowess. However, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to fight, even if it meant holding back tremendously. At least it was a chance to get her underneath him.
Chuckling, he leered down at the rather exotic looking woman in his arms. That coppery skin and pale green eyes set off her pure white hair. Combined with her fiery disposition and sharp tongue, it made him want to take her right then and there. To hell with Kuchiki and his noble ways. However, a private sparring room did sound nice. He could toy with her a little before having his way with her.
"Sounds like a plan to me doll." He said.
Turning towards Byakuya, he shouted over to him. "Oi, Kuchiki! I'm off to have some fun. I'll catch back up with ya later."
The raven haired Captain remained silent, his back to them. Since he had a habit of not responding to Kenpachi, it did not seem out of place when he did not receive an answer. How was that different from any other time?
Enyo smiled smugly at the pair. Everything was moving according to plan. As they were beginning to walk away, she called out to her friend.
"Bastet."
Appearing just over Byakuya's shoulder, she could see the eyes of the pale woman peering towards her, awaiting her command. No longer were the orbs golden, instead they had shifted to a deep crimson. The same shade that stained her lips, running down her chin. Had Kenpachi bothered looking that way, he might have noticed.
"I'm heading to the sparring room. Perhaps you should take your new friend home for dinner?"
"Yes, my Master."
Bastet could be free of her servitude at any time and yet, the woman preferred things this way. It suited her just fine, she would not complain about having a loyal servant and friend.
"That's my minion. Be a good girl now," she said with a backwards wave, already being carried off by the big male.
"Master, huh? What are you, some kind of noble?" he was asking.
"Something of the sort. She is not required to serve me. Bastet does so because she wishes to."
"Weird. Now, where the hell am I going to? I'm itching for a good fight woman. I just hope I don't break you in half."
Enyo barked a sharp laugh. "Break me? Oh, I don't think so big boy. I'm not as fragile as I look."
"Did you hear that my pet? It's time to go home," purred the woman called Bastet.
Byakuya said nothing. He did not even hear her words, or anything else for that matter. Eyes blank, he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, falling limply into her arms. The corners of her lips turned up in a smile. An interesting victim this one was. It seems both she and her sister were going to enjoy themselves tonight and the nights to come.
Shifting him in her arms, she lifted the lean nobleman off the ground with ease. Turning to look at the bodies strewn about she watched each one begin to fade away, revealing the illusion. Plucking Byakuya's fallen scarf from the ground, she placed it around her own neck and scanned the area once more. Satisfied that all was as it should be, she began to move forward, walking and disappearing into a cloud of dark mist.
a/n: Thank you Master (WannaBeNinja) for being my co-author and coming up with Enyo! :D I am not worthy of your greatness!! (thanks for allowing me to mind dive! There's some cool stuff floating around in there...)
Yes, there's more to come on this story. Its not just late night psycho-babble. I promise. :D Just don't know how far it will go. After all, Children of the Stars and Color of Trust are my top priority. WE SHALL SEE!
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