Revenge

Chapter One

Four Years Ago

What a pain in the ass... A meeting this early. Tch.

Eyes that showed obvious indolence and agitation glared at the large grandfather clock across from him. To any sane person, Twelve o' clock in the afternoon was a [perfect time to go anywhere. The day was in balance for their activities. However, for someone like him, he cursed and wallowed emotionally because he could not get the rest he so craved for.

He rubbed the grogginess from his blue-gray eyes when a stern hand smacked him upside his head. He did not flinch, merely growled and looked over to see who had harmed him.

A cocky smile and teal colored hair was the answer to his question.

A large six was on a chain that hung around his neck, showing his placement amongst the Espadas. Even though the arrogant prick knew that Starrk could kill him in a heartbeat, he merely barked up a laughter at his glare before grinning wickedly. The man had no fear.

"Get ya lazy ass up, ya bum. I ain't goin' into that room by myself. Last time I did, that fox-faced bastard tried choppin' off my tongue off."

Jeagerjaques Grimmjow. "Grimm Pantera" to those who paid for his work. Sadistic and wicked, he was the one to choose when you wanted someone to suffer until their very last breath. His cyan eyes gleamed when Starrk stood up, bumping his closed fist against Starrk's when the other rose his hand in a greeting. Starrk rubbed the back of his neck, smirking weakly at Grimmjow at his statement.

"I thought you weren't scared of anything... You pussy."

At that statement, Starrk swiftly dodged an incoming fist that would have connected to his jaw if he had not moved in time. A snarl was now on Grimmjow's face as his nose flared like a crazed animal ready to attack.

"Shut up, you lazy piece of shit! I ain't scared of no one! I just need this tongue to please my woman. Wouldn't wanna lose it anytime soon." The perverted man purred the last statement, making Starrk cringe and look away from him.

"How the hell does Neliel stand you? You're a pain." Starrk mumbled as he began to lead the way toward where the meeting was to take place.

In the meetings, each of the top ten Espadas were given assignments, kill list, to finish by the end of the month. Starrk would usually do his at the last moment, seeing as he either spent time with his daughter or sleep, but they would be done proudly. Not one piece of evidence available to those who searched the scene.

He was lazy, but untraceable.

Grimmjow remained silent as they made his way down, making Starrk turn to the man and rub his scruffy chin.

"So... Have a name for the kid yet?" Starrk asked.

Grimmjow looked over at Starrk, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he tried not to think of his wife at the moment. It was hard to put one self into a killer mood when the face of someone they cared for flashed into their mind. However, he knew Starrk meant no harm, so he pushed it aside.

"Not yet."

"Hmm."

The woman they spoke about quietly was Neliel. Former member of the Espada. A kind and gentle woman, but lethal to those that brought pain onto others. She was a beautiful woman, but was not Starrk's type. However, he did enjoy her company. She was always smiling happily, even more so since the couple discovered of her pregnancy.

A child... What a precious gift.

Starrk's mind flashed an image of Lilynette, but he pushed her smiling face away as they neared the doors that lead to the meeting. One man stood outside the door, a scar ran down his left eye and his jet black hair hung loosely around his face. A number two was on his middle finger, making Starrk roll his eyes. The man hated him, just like a certain other person, but was less annoying.

Barragan opened his good eye, glaring at the men nearing him.

"You're late. Shameful."

"I was trying to sleep."

"Shut up, ya piece of shit."

Starrk would have face palmed at Grimmjow's words if he did not need to save him from getting murdered by Barragan. Raising his tightly closed fist, he brought it down onto Grimmjow's head before smirking weakly at Barragan.

"What the fuck?!"

"Sorry 'bout that, Barragan." Starrk said, pushing away Grimmjow's fuming face. Barragan only grunted before he turned and opened the large oak doors.

Eleven seats circled a rather long table, at the end of it sat the man that had given Starrk to replace the loneliness within him. Aizen Sosuke smiled warmly at the entering men, ushering them with a single movement of his hand. The three of them took their respective seats, which were numbered just for them.

Starrk did not bother turning to the woman sitting silently beside him, knowing the sight of her might make him want to walk out the door. However, the dark crimson coat she wore caught his attention and made him look at her face.

She was undoubtedly beautiful. Plum warm lips, curves that made every man want to run their hands all over, and a complexion of a goddess. However, if she hadn't irked him to no end, she would be exactly what he would want in a woman.

If it weren't for her judgmental and stern stare, her uptight attitude, and her silent words Starrk would be all over her.

Her body demanded attention while her gaze demanded respect. Not something common for women with looks like her.

Halibel Tia sat silently, the lingering gaze of the man beside her making her cross her arms slowly. She knew that he continued to stare, only to look away when she would turn her gaze at him. Tia pushed aside some of her blond locks when the voice of her leader began to speak. She listen, taking in every word he spoke so smoothly. Everything was going as it normally did in meetings until Tia felt something heavy lean onto her shoulder.

She tensed, seeing thick brown locks of hair on her chest. Her eyes narrowed when she felt the vibration from the snores coming from the man that had fallen asleep during an important meeting. However, Aizen-sama was still speaking, so she did not dare make a scene. She would allow the baboon to sleep a bit longer, getting her revenge when the meeting was over.

However, when she felt something wet and warm soak through her coat, she could not stop herself. Tia grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled the head away, allowing it to drop onto the hard marble table with a loud bang.

The room went silent for a moment before Starrk snapped his head back, tears in his eyes as he rubbed feverishly at his bruising forehead. Blood dripped from his nose and his gloved hands covered it before any of it could hit the floor.

His blazing gaze turned to the woman beside him, narrowing them as his jaw clenched tightly. Starrk was ready to rip her head off, but was stopped when the sound of someone clearing their throat made them both turn their gaze back to the man that had stopped speaking. His brown eyes narrowed at the two, warning them silently.

Tia bowed her head, muttering a quick apology while Starrk wiped the blood from his face.

Aizen smiled fondly once again, standing from his seat with ten small packets in his grasp. He passed them around, each of them having their code names on printed elegantly on them. Starrk snatched the packet from Tia's tanned hand, receiving the last packed and standing to his feet.

They never had a formal dismissal, each of them allowed to leave once they have gotten their assignments. Starrk watched as Tia walked away silently, her long braided locks of blond hair swaying from side to side much like her hips. Growling, Starrk followed her, ready to speak his mind. Once out of earshot, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder, making her snap her head at his direction.

"Oh, it's you. What do you want, Lobo." She spoke, brushing his hand off her shoulder. Starrk narrowed his eyes, raising his hand to point at his throbbing forehead.

"What the hell did you do to me?! One second, I'm sleeping and the next I see you glaring at me as my nose bleeds!" Starrk barked. However, Tia was unfazed, merely crossing her arms before she pointed to the damp spot on her shoulder.

"You feel asleep on me then drooled like some kind of child. If anything, I should be upset, but I'm not as childish as you. I can wash this, you can heal. Do not make something this little to something so big, you fool."

Fool... Fool?!

Tia knew she had angered him when he neared her, his nose flaring as he started down at her.

"You didn't have to slam my head on a fuckin' table! What is your problem?!"

Tia merely stared at him before closing her eyes and turning her head to the side.

"You. You're my problem. You do not deserve the number you wear. It is just a waste on you."

"So you're jealous?"

"Jealousy is for the weak."

Tia opened her eyes slowly, glaring at Starrk as she took a step back from him. Starrk remained silent, unsure of what to say to the woman the both annoyed and intrigued him greatly. Tia found his unwavering gaze unnerving and turned her back on him swiftly, no longer wishing to be around someone so...

Lazy.

Both of them parted ways, the other on their mind as they returned to their daily lives.

Yet, how could two people who bluntly despise each other become lovers?

I will show you when the tragedy began...

Disclaimer: I do not own "Bleach".

I decided to make Barragan younger due to the face that someone who appeared as old as him would not work in such a place. I will see you all next time. -Masky