Disclaimer : I don't own Bleach, if I did, all that sexual tension would be dealt with by now ;)
Warnings : Sexual themes, Violence, Disturbing Scenes. and Yaoi
Rated M for the previous reasons.
My first fic posted on ! It took me a long time to finally post it, I wanted to make sure I was going to finish this story and all, I wanted to write a few chapters first to make sure of that.. but with my current obsession being GrimmUlqui and Bleach, I don't think that's a problem.
I'm sorry if there's some mistakes, English is not my native language, and I don't know how the whole "beta reader" thing works so.. if someone wants to fill me in with this, it'd be great. Okay I'll stop ranting now..
PROLOGUE
The muscular silhouette reeled amongst the sands of Hueco Mundo. The arrancar clutched his shoulder and hissed in pain, falling on his knees lazily.
"…Número." A cold, callous voice called. It sent shivers through his spine and irritated him to be acknowledged only by his class. He let a guttural sound travel his throat and turned to face the new comer.
The silhouette was thin and the beast believed he was a female if he did not hear the voice first. He appeared to be shorter than him, and his face was shaped as a doll's one. Although the moonlight was feeble, the feline could perceive in the intruder's face two bright shimmering emerald orbs, staring down at him blankly. The rest of his face was shadowed by his half broken helmet. He took one step forward.
"The hell you're looking at?"
The slender arrancar didn't ebb his eyes from the arrancar's clothed face and in one movement, he had drew his sword and ripped off the hood to reveal his face and body. His empty emerald gaze met a vivid river of blue that almost made him shiver. His eyes narrowed nervously to scan the blue haired arrancar's uniform. His zanpakutou moved to point under the tanned chin and a droplet of blood drippled down his throat.
"Whose blood is it?" The velvet voice wondered, eyes pointing the stains on the arrancar's uniform.
The blue haired arrancar stared at him, and his eyes slowly rounded. His lips formed into a cocky smirk, and he barked in laughter. "You're the newest kid, Aizen's dog. I know how little you want to spill blood."
The espada's perfect emotionless mask remained fathomless and he let out a soft murmur the número barely heard. "…I see." His hold on his sword seemed to lessen a bit, but the blade was still dangerously close to the número's throat.
"Aizen-sama doesn't lay his eyes on weaklings." The panther froze and his sapphire orbs mirrored with the emerald, emotionless ones. He shivered, feeling as if he was losing himself as the espada's piercing gaze violated his body. "Your sorrow… your human feelings still live inside of you. It's pathetic." he blew, and his cold breath gave goose bumps to the número. His pale hand retired off his pocket to reach for the chain knotted on the número's stomach pierced with a hole. "I'll make this easy for yo-"
He was cut off by a large figure covered in blood, charging at the fallen, trembling número. The raven haired espada's eyes widened in shock and his blood dried his body when the lower arrancar crumbled at his feet, a blade piercing through his chest. His eyes stared at the sand and the warm left his body. A maniac laugh echoed, sending waves of despair through the vastness of Hueco Mundo.
"Did you really think you had a chance against an espada, número? Get the fuck up, I want to see the light leave your eyes before you die a second time, you son of a bitch." The fellow espada spat on the sand and took a step forward.
"Get out of the way, Cuatra. I wanna see him begging for me to let him live again... Oh. Oh… Trust me; ripping his stomach off while he was still human was the best fuckin' blast I've ever had. I swear, I still wank over that thought every night." He grinned and walked forward, stroking his crotch playfully. He stopped dead in his tracks when the higher ranked pointed his sword at him threateningly. "Whatcha gonna do?"
He had no chance to hear his answer as a green light blinded his vision and a sword took his life away, his body slamming against cold stone.
The emerald stare swept away from the limp form to the other laying on his feets. He jerked his feets off the muscular's form and the feeling on his stomach lightened when he heard two female arrancar rush by his side. He swirled around, the coat tails undulating around his body and droplets of blood spluttering on the sand. The females bowed. "…Heal him."
A quiet "yes, sir" sounded and he drew away, heading for his master's chambers. His thoughts drifted on the blue haired arrancar, and he reminded himself he might need an excuse for killing the wrong hollow. It had felt so natural, so instinctive of him to avenge the espada who had tried to kill the weaker arrancar. Maybe it was those intense sapphire orbs who kept him from execute his master's orders. Maybe he wanted to see them again.
