Chapter 1
•Izaya's POV•
I awoke with a start. I was on a white bed with similar colored sheets. My surroundings were completely unfamiliar to me. "Ken-" I started to call out his name when the events of the previous day crashed down on me. My heart raced and my breath quickened as I realized I was in Odoru Honō's home and birthplace, Hueco Mundo. I took a deep breath, get a hold of yourself, Izaya. I raised my gaze to my surroundings. I was in a simple room with pearl white walls. The room was square and edgy, not a curve to be seen. In terms of furniture the room was bare except for a nightstand and the bed which I was on. The bed was soft and I realized the sheets were actually various shades of grey, one sheet an edgy gunmetal the same color as my combat boots... COMBAT BOOTS?! I looked down at my clothes, unaware that they had changed as well. I was wearing a white three-quarter sleeve shirt with black edges. My pants looked like human jeans, though much lighter and stretchier, and they were white as well, in stark contrast with a black leather belt. "What the..." I mumbled.
"Don't flip out, we got a female Arrancar to change your clothes..."
I wasn't expecting a reply, so when I got one I was startled and quickly backed into the head of the bed as I looked towards the single door to the room.
The man stood 6 feet and some tall, but he lingered in the shadows for a second, leaning on the door frame, before stepping into the light emanating from the sole window of the room. His tanned skin glistened in the false sunlight and his blue eyes sparked harshly. His hair, the same color as his eyes, was tousled sexily. His jacket was open exposing his toned chest and... A hole in the middle of that chest. Suddenly Odoru Honō stirred, 'Izaya! He's the sexta espada! Grimmjow Jeagerjaques!'
He looked at me with those harsh eyes and studied my expression. "So you know who I am huh? Good. Then you know not to fuck with me. And even if you tried you wouldn't get very far, especially with those reiatsu blocking cuffs. Aizen-sama made then especially for you, so you couldn't use your little flames."
I looked at my wrists and noticed the small bracelet like ringlets around them. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. I walked over to Grimmjow and stood in front of him. "I'm not afraid of you."
He gritted his teeth, "well you should be, girl. You're lucky it's me and not Nnoitra. He would have killed you already. But me..." He stepped closer, brushing his hand against my hip, "I have other priorities..."
In an instant I slapped his hand away and brought my leg up and kicked him square in the jaw. He stumbled and a made a dash for the door while he was distracted, but not for long. A step from the door and quick as lightning he gripped my neck and slammed me hand against the wall. "You little piece of shit, you just made me angry." His face contorted into some sick amusement. "Aizen-sama said to keep an eye on you... He never said anything about how many pieces he wanted you in..." I was seeing dots as he tightened his hand around my neck. I clawed at his fingers but to no avail.
"Oh no.. This is not how we treat guests at all..." Said a voice from the door. Grimmjow, surprised, let go of my neck and I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. I looked up only to see one of my least favorite people staring down at me, Gin Ichimaru. He turned his back to us, "come with me, Aizen- sama wants to see you. Both of you."
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at the ex-soul reaper. "Why would he want me?"
Ichimaru turned his head frighteningly fast, his cold gaze turned to the sexta espada, "are you questioning me?"
"Grimmjow clenched his fist, "n-no Gin-sama."
"Good. Then follow me."
•Kenpachi's POV•
My fist crashed onto the table, "SHE WASNT GOING TO HARM ANYONE! HOW COULD YOU EXECUTE HER SO COLDLY?!" I was enraged, Izaya's gone and she thinks I've abandoned her. "WE HAVE TO GO SAVE HER!"
Genryuusai Yamamoto stood up, "we will do no such thing! Kenpachi Zaraki you are confined to your quarters until this matter is dealt with."
"You mean until she's dead..."
"Leave."
I stormed out mumbling, "if I can't convince you, I'll find someone that can..." The one person who could knock some sense into the old fart was Ichigo.
