Characters: Aizen/Grimmjow/Uliquiorra x Byakuya. Grimmjow (maybe Uliquiorra) x Rukia. Isane, Hanataro (maybe Renji, Ishida if I continue this past two chapters.)
Rating: M – This is for non-con, rape, torture, possible character death, yaoi, het - please don't read if you don't like.
Spoilers: AU after Manga 304 page 3 (Byakuya saves Rukia and kills Zommari and Byakuya says that the battle is about to begin.) Possible notes back to his "swing back the pendulum" bits.
A/N: Long notes here. So, my better half was reading over some of my Byakuya-centric stuff and looked me straight in the eye and said, "He always dominates, he's always hardcore – can you possibly do anything else?" Within that comment was the undertone that indeed, I could not see nor write Byakuya as anything else than a slightly sadistic, dominating, amazingly hardcore man. I bristled at the implication and the thoughts for this fic were born. I decided to take it a bit further and write first person yaoi stuff as well, why the hell not (in for a inch, in for a mile?)
It may be added that have not written yaoi stuff before, so… I would like some reviews on if I'm doing (or not doing) what the non-con yaoi readers like and advice on writing it since this is undiscovered territory for me.
Chapter 1: Impact
I knew that that loss of blood was starting to slightly affect me, but I stayed standing, not looking at my sister or my haori crumpled on the ground. "The true battle still lies ahead." I could feel the reiatsu rising and falling around Los Noches, those battles were still being fought, but the war hadn't yet begun.
Watching out of the corner of my eye, I nodded in approval as Rukia slowly lay back down on the pallet and Isane and Hanatarou bent over their work tending to her wounds again. The fight with that Espada wasn't particularly draining, but I knew I took unacceptable risks in defeating him, playing his moronic game of words for far too long while my sister lay dying. I silently berated myself; again base reasons had deviated me from my original intention.
The reiatsu levels were dying down from the battles, dying down far too quickly and far too simultaneously for it to be coincidence.
Senbonzakura slid again from my saya. "Draw your weapons," I ordered the two astonished healers who simply gaped at my words; Rukia's hand scrabbled at her side where Sode no Shirayuki had yet to reform. Feeling the air shift, I knew that it was too late even before looking behind me to see the three traitors step out of nothingness.
Senbonzakura dropped from my hand. "Banka…" Before I could finish the word Aizen's hand had covered my mouth, having moved with impossible quickness to my side. Senbonzakura clanged to the ground before I could turn my head to glare at the man. I felt something slip over my wrist and my body crumpled, my reiatsu disappearing.
Before blackness reigned, I heard Rukia's agonized scream. "Nii-sama!"
I awoke slowly, letting my senses recover one at a time. Hard wood under my back, the smell of dust and metal, shuffling and laughter drifted in from a few meters away, my mouth was dry. Opening my eyes I stared at a white ceiling before slowly turning my head to further inspect my surroundings. The traitor had no imagination for jail cells. Bed, chair, bucket, dirt floor and a wall of bars that faced the hallway. Reaching out with my reiatsu to find Rukia I felt my power suddenly halted and a burning sensation on my right wrist. Bringing my arm closer to my face I saw a thin leather band encircling my wrist, tight enough so that there was no give between the band and my skin, but not tight enough for it to be painful or cut off circulation.
Calmly accepting the fact that Aizen had cut off my reiatsu I decided that a further inspection of my body was now in order. My left leg and arm moved slightly, they must have been healed; closer examination revealed that they had only partially healed. I could use them, but not well, obviously they wanted me crippled in the flesh as well as the mind.
My shihakushou shifted slightly as I sat up and felt the loss of Senbonzakura. I inspected the neat bandages on my leg and arm and gave a slight pinch to the band on my wrist, unable to get a grip on the edges with my nails. At the harsh touch the band suddenly gave a streak of pain up my arm leaving it throbbing and numb. Point taken. I could feel the kenseikan still heavy on my head and my ginpaku kazahana no uzuginu was still loosely draped around my throat. Before I could wonder why they hadn't stripped those items away from me, the door opened and two arrancar walked in, each one grabbing an arm and pulling me roughly to my feet.
"Aizen-sama wishes to see you."
They each bent the arm they were holding tight behind my back near my shoulder blades as they walked me out of the cell. Irritation welled through me as my left leg kept collapsing and each time it happened the arrancar chuckled as they kept me on my feet. That laughter burned through me and I swore eventual revenge. Finally they stopped at a door that was partially open and let go of my arms.
"Please, come in, Kuchiki Byakuya." Aizen's smooth voice carried easily to my ears, but I stayed still. One of the guards pushed me through the door and I stumbled as my leg collapsed again, I regained my balance quickly, mortified to show any weakness in front of this traitor. Aizen was alone in the room, sitting on a wide, plain chair, his white uniform almost glowing in the dimly lit room.
"I must say I was disappointed that only four Captains came to Los Noches, I expected more."
I refused to respond, this man did not deserve a reaction.
"Now, do you know what I want from you?" His tone was lower now and his reiatsu had increased ever so slightly, dripping with malice. I said nothing, this time because I truly did not know what he wanted. My eyes widened imperceptibly when he shunpo'd next to me, his face inches from mine, his mouth next to my ear. "I want to break you, and then show Seireitei what has become of their most favoured son."
His face pulled back, his brown eyes staring into my own. I needed to reply to this.
"Then you may begin." My body unconsciously tensed, preparing for the physical pain. I was unprepared for the laughter that erupted from the older man - deep, heartfelt laughter. The frown on my face deepened.
"My dear Byakuya. I didn't want to break your body, although that will happen as well, but nothing that can't be fixed. I want to break your spirit," he chortled and one finger pressed gently under my chin. "And I will. Before I leave this room, you will kneel in front of me, your head at my feet."
"Never." Anger was rushing through me at the thought; I wanted nothing more than to strike the man, but in my current state that would be a useless and humiliating act.
"Unless you have the power to back them up, my dear Byakuya, you should never speak in absolutes."
I watched as he walked calmly a few meters away from me and gestured to the wall on my right. It pivoted and on it hung three figures: Rukia, Isane and Hanatarou. They were chained spread-eagle on the wall; their heads slumped down on their chests. Without my reiatsu I couldn't tell if they were dead or alive and panic flowed through me when I realized in the light I couldn't tell if Rukia was breathing or not. Tamping down on the useless emotion I concentrated on slow breathing, at this point there was nothing I could do if they were dead or alive until I knew what type of participation was expected from me in this spectacle.
"Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, please come in now."
Two arrancar came in when they heard their master's call and flowed smoothly around me. One was short, almost child-like with calm green eyes; I could feel his latent power as he moved past me – this was an enemy not to be underestimated by his size or composure. The other snarled as he walked past me with a feline grace. His bright blue hair and eyes held no mystery; he was an animal and enjoyed acting like one. They both moved over to the wall where the prisoners were hung, this little drama had been planned in advance.
Another twitch of Aizen's hand and I could see Rukia start moving, tugging against her bonds, her head rising quickly. Before I could let myself feel relief that she was alive, the anger surged again when I saw that not only was she bound, she was brutally gagged, the cloth stuffing her mouth forcing her jaw open to a painful level. Her eyes met mine and she struggled again, making muffled noises behind the fabric in her mouth. I turned my eyes back to Aizen.
"You know what I want, Byakuya. How far will you let your dear sister be hurt before you give me what I want?"
I watched Aizen gave a silent message to the two arrancar and the smaller one came slowly behind me and pulled my hands behind my back, holding my wrists with one hand and the other placed firmly on the back of my head so I was facing the wall where Rukia hung. The blue haired arrancar licked his lips and smiled at me, slowly unsheathing his zanpakutou. Before I could make a movement or blink it flashed through the air, my breath caught in my throat and I uselessly struggled against the hands that held me. Rukia's shihakushou parted from neck to waist, no other mark on her body.
Aizen's short laugh stopped my movement. "Still nothing? Continue Grimmjow." The arrancar gave a short growl and then pressed his face against my sister's neck, I could see the pink of his tongue licking the flesh. Rukia struggled and tried to turn her head away, only to be stopped by the back of Grimmjow's hand on her face, striking her brutally. I felt my body struggle again, more wildly this time.
"Mmn, you know where this will lead, Byakuya. It's such a small thing." Seeing the anger now flashing in my eyes he smiled. "Grimmjow." The smile was turned to the arrancar and I could see the blue eyes flash with pleasure.
Rukia was moaning against the gag as a hand slipped across her chest, cupping her small breast and pulling it out, squeezing it until I could see the tears streak down her cheeks. The other hand was reaching down; it's movements hidden from me by her still-intact hakama, but the results were apparent on her face as her eyes grew wide and the screaming became more and more audible through the gag. Enough.
"And what assurances do I have that she will no longer be hurt?" My voice was an agonized whisper as it left my throat.
"Why, you have my word that I will not let any harm her. For a day at least." The dulcet tones slid around my consciousness, their warmth belying the content. And my heart was shattered again at the scream coming from my sister.
Enough. The arrancar behind me must have realized my intent, because he let my hands and head go as I slowly approached Aizen, Rukia's muffled wails still echoing in the bare chamber, dueling with Grimmjow's harsh laughter.
I kept my eyes on Aizen's as I stopped a meter in front of him, he wasn't smiling - he was waiting. Gritting my teeth I dropped my gaze and stared for a moment at the dirt floor, gathering my courage and swallowing my pride. Slowly I knelt, as if going into seiza, my toes pressed against the dirt as my knees made contact with the ground. Putting my hands a few centimeters from his boots I lowered my upper body until my forehead touched the floor directly between his feet.