***Introducing, Your Incarcerators!***
"Well maybe I hit her a little too hard." A pondering voice rang distortedly in Byakuya's ears.
"A little too hard? More like a little too much fuckin' COMATOSE intention."
"Renji? Where are you? A-Abarai?" Byakuya thought weakly, voice in his head tiny. The cursing mouth sounded like him. A lot.
"Well, see? Everything turned out all right." The first voice said snobbishly.
"Shuddap, ya can't even tell if she's frickin' brain damaged yet." Renji snapped. "Oi, Oi. Ya awake?"
Byakuya felt something poking his cheek.
"I said wake up, woman," Renji said in a singsong manner. Closer to Byakuya's ear this time." Oi."
Something touched Byakuya's eyeball, and forced the lid open. Opening the other eye slowly, Byakuya tried to move his head to the side to avoid the thing invading his face's space, both eyes flying open in pain. His mouth falling open in a silent cry, Byakuya's gaze caught the scrutinizing stare of sea blue orbs opened wide.
"That's gonna be sore for a bit," The mouth beneath the blue eyes stated. The voice now recognized as not Renji's. "Who the hell is Renji, Woman?"
"You jealous, bud?" Byakuya's eyes shot to a man looming over him, not as close as the blue-haired one. Eyes pale blue and slender like his lips, which curved into a small smirk above his beard. Unruly brown hair fell about his face, cheekbones with incredible definition contacting it.
"Tchhhhhhhh, I could have Mila-Rose on her fuckin' knees, if I wanted. This woman's nothin' but shit on my sandal." Byakuya blinked widely, staring at the white jawbone that was attached to the right side of his cheek, as he spoke. The teeth on it were definitely not human. The sea blue eyes shifted to meet with the pale ones, expectant look on his face.
"Yeeeeeeah, and Aizen doesn't make love to his throne every night." The mouth accompanied by a goatee said disbelieving.
"...The fuck." The blue haired man said deeply.
"Nothing." The bearded man replied cheerily.
Warily the deep blue eyes returned to Byakuya's own, said eyes widening in response.
"How remarkable," Byakuya thought.
Déjà Vu.
"What?" Byakuya thought to himself. He searched in his head for who said that. "Senbonzakura?"
Said woman sat in the imaginary corner of his mind sobbing quietly, unresponsive to him. As he reached for her shoulder, he did not feel his hand make contact. With a confused expression, he squeezed the fabric of his captain's haori, feeling it fully.
"Senbonzakura? C-can you hear me?" he said timidly.
Absent mindedly extending his fingers Byakuya reached for his sword. Opening eyes he did not realize had shut he looked into the sea blue eyes again, mesmerized.
"Ah, lalalala!" Byakuya heard a third voice sing, at the sound of a door slamming open.
"How the fuck did you know she was awake?" Sea blue eyes shifted to stare straight ahead, pale ones following his gaze. Byakuya tried to view the intruder but could only see a pink blur.
"I'm special." Third voice sounded hurt. It was a man's voice, rather girly, but it was a man's voice.
"That is….?" Pale eyes shifted as the intruder walked around where Byakuya was laying.
"Painkillers," Girly man said with a pop annunciating his "p". "Lift her up, Grimmjow."
Growling, man previously dubbed as "Exotic-wonder" steadily and gently snaked a large hand around Byakuya's back, sliding upwards into the nobleman's raven locks. Unable to do anything but lay limp against Grimmjow's chest, Byakuya looked at the tanned skin in front of his face. It was so warm.
Déjà Vu, please.
Mentally, Byakuya growled.
"What?" Effeminate intruder questioned.
"Wuht." Grimmjow replied deeply.
Byakuya's eyes opened as the vibrations radiating from Grimmjow's chest reached his forehead, thick eyelashes ghosting over sensitive skin.
"What was that?" Effeminate intruder demanded, pausing first.
"Nothing!" Grimmjow barked. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Byakuya involuntarily shivered as the vibrations again transferred from Grimmjow's body to his own. Goosebumps formed on Grimmjow's hairless chest.
"Why are you all flustered?" Effeminate intruder explained.
"I didn't even know you had that emotion stockpiled away." More to himself than to Grimmjow, Bearded man said aloud.
"Shuddap." Grimmjow retorted defensively. "I am NOT effin' f-flustered."
The stutter was what made or broke the sentence's ferocity and you would have missed it if you had simply blinked.
"Ohhhhhhhh~." Effeminate intruder cooed.
Bearded man grunted understandingly.
"What?!" Grimmjow more whined than spat.
"Which one of you hurt this little angel so bad?!" Effeminate intruder shouted accusingly, obviously ignoring Grimmjow's confusion.
After a moment of silence and shifting gazes, Grimmjow spoke.
"Starrk." Grimmjow said proudly, as if this were a rare occasion on which Starrk had made his parents beam with adoration and honor that he brought to their family.
"It was an accident." Bearded m—Starrk whined.
A finger ghosted over the nape of Byakuya's neck causing him to breathe harshly in pain. Grimmjow cleared his throat.
"Hmmm, this'll only hurt a sec, honey." Effeminate intruder tried to comfort Byakuya by placing his hand on his back when he spoke. Startled, Byakuya's chest jerked out touching Grimmjow's own.
Said man cleared his throat again, louder this time.
"Where in the world is your self control? Did you drop it? Oh no, just your dignity." Byakuya scolded himself for defying his upbringing. "When was the last time you shivered anyway? You did not even twitch when Abarai dragged you out in that uncomfortable gigai during that unusually cold day…when was that? It feels like it has been a we--"
Byakuya winced and gasped when he felt a sharp pinch at the back of his neck.
Grimmjow's hold on the back of his head tightened, pulling weakly at his hair.
"There we go," Effeminate intruder cooed. "My job is done. Go bathe her before she can refuse you pigs or something."
Effeminate intruder paused and then sighed, exasperated.
"She won't be able to move for the next half an hour or so….side effect. Oh, and she won't be able to talk for the next hour or two."
For the first time since he woke Byakuya wanted to open his mouth and protest. Grimmjow chuckled.
"Ughhh, you're repulsive." Effeminate intruder spat disgusted.
Grimmjow laid Byakuya back onto the bed where he woke. Byakuya's head lolled to the side. It was a damn good painkiller.
Starrk studied him with heavy lids, head resting on arms positioned on the bed. He snorted.
"I'm sorry, there goes your dignity." Byakuya snapped.
"Don't worry, darling, Starrky-san will take good care of you," Effeminate intruder said cheerily walking around the bed and then crouching to aid Byakuya's paralysis. There was a ten-inch syringe in his hand. "He'll protect you from big, bad Grimmjow."
"Don't call me that, Szayel." Starrk mumbled into his forearm, glaring at the pink haired man. Said man went unaffected and smiled reassuringly at Byakuya. Odd, bone-white glasses hid devious, scheming brown eyes, heavy lidded like Byakuya's own, and guarded heavily with thick eyelashes on both the bottom and top lids. He flipped his chin length pink locks and stood, hand resting in a most feminine and sensual way one of the green pillows that made up the bed.
"Play nice, Grimmjow." Szayel said, spun gracefully, and exited.
"Even if I did fuckin' play, I sure as hell wouldn't do it nicely." Grimmjow retorted under his breath, pouting.
