(A.N. Ok so I came up with the idea for this fan fiction in my history class. We are currently talking about the Holocaust and the Bataan Death Marches and for some reason or another I thought of the war between the Arrancar and the Shinigami in Bleach. Also I thought of the Vizards…who kind of remind me of the phrase, the enemy of my enemy is my friend…so there we have it. This little baby was born. Read and review)
A soft moan escaped the small figure's mouth as the new arrival was thrown, violently, into the cell chosen as his. The cells other occupants were speechless as they watched the brutalized body of their comrade hit the ground without much resistance. Another moan and the captor kicked at his prisoner's ribs earning a small gasp.
"Hitsugaya-taicho!" the nearly silent remark confirming the fears of the cell's occupants came from the cell across the slender hallway.
The prisoners snow white hair and half lidded cerulean eyes identified him as the 10th squads Capitan, Hitsugaya Toushiro. The woman speaking was his lighthearted lieutenant, Rangiku Matsumoto who had been captured two weeks prior.
Her Capitan didn't respond, the door to his cell was locked with his half masked captor laughing as he made his retreat.
The other people in the cell included Kenpachi Zaraki, still sporting his trademark eye patch as a favor to his cellmates, Byakuya Kuchiki, the white head pieces that had once identified him as royalty were gone, Ukitake Joshiro, blood stains on his sleeve bright against the grey uniform. Also among them where Shunsui Kyoraku with his pink, flowered uniform balled up in the corner behind him.
In the cell to the left held the female Captains Retsu Unohana, her braid cut off at the end leaving her hair at shoulders length, accompanied by a very disgruntle Soi Fong with her hands tied behind her back glaring harshly at the door.
Kenpachi walked over to the limp form of the smaller Capitan and lifted him onto the wide expanse of his shoulder before walking back over to the corner in which his fellow Capitan's sat clustered together.
"He won't make it, not doing the work they intend for him here" The words came from Byakuya who looked over his unconscious friend. "Hitsugaya's overall health looks to be fine, he was probably healed before being forced here, they would want to get as much work and information out of him as possible" More bad news.
"He's not only younger in years than the rest of us, with his spiritual pressure blocked he isn't as strong. His body isn't one of physical strength, instead it's best suited for speed, grace…not hard labor." Shunsui replied looking over the lithe body lying in the grasp of Kenpachi Zaraki.
"He's barely sixteen! Still a kid…he shouldn't be here!" Ukitake remarked vigorously opposing the idea that his younger comrade be forced to do the same labor that his own sick body could barely handle.
"It is, however, better than the alternative…as I'm sure you are aware Ukitake" Kenpachi was the one speaking now. "They could of killed him on spot due to his size, they want something from him…just like the rest of us, he is stuck here." His voice was a drawl used to bringing bad news.
"How awful!" Unohana's voice sounded from across the room. Both she and Soi Fong had been worked in similar conditions for a short time but were moved to more "womanly" work according to their captors. Hitsugaya would get no such break, he wasn't a woman.
The bright eyes flickered open and scanned the room swiftly trying to figure out, where he was and how he had gotten there. A small sound from the back of his throat alerted the others to his awakening.
"W-where…am I?" His voice was scratchy and his throat, sore. Wherever he had come from it hadn't done wonders for him, his throat was sore along with almost every inch of his body. Including parts of his he never knew existed.
"Las Noches, to be more precise a prisoner of war camp based in Las Noches." Ukitake's attempt at saying the inevitable nicely failed. Panic raised in the smaller shinigami's eyes. Everything that had eluded him since he had woken up flooded back to him. How he had fought at the Seretei and lost when three of the espada had come and surrounded him…he has lost and now he was here with no one left to guard the Seretei. Things didn't look good for the shinigami, every seated member of the Gotei 13 was currently locked up in a prisoner of war camp or, whether by fortune or bad luck, they were dead…no other option presented itself at this time and probably wouldn't ever considering the sheer inhumanity of their arrancar captors.
"Why are they keeping us here?" His voice sounded foreign in the stillness of their silence.
"They are having us build on to their castle, using us as test dummies for new poisons or attacks…we managed to escape dying in battle just to be worked to death here." Shunsui's voice sounded from his seat against the bars of their cell.
"Fantastic…" Hitsugaya's eyes flicker around until they rest on his lieutenant "I had hoped you weren't dead…Matsumoto."
(A.N. First chapter…what do you think? Rate and Review por favor?)