Chitsuki-hime: Well, I'll be. I never really thought that this would get reviews seeing as there's barely any crossovers of these two. Seeing as I am a busy full time student with academic obligations it took me a while to get this out so I'm sorry about that. I am hoping that I can at least get 1 chapter out a month. Er, I don't have a beta reader so my spelling grammar and whatnot really suck, and seeing as I am typing this up on notepad I doubt its going to get any better, so I'm sorry about that too.
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It was different trying to get around Soul Society when he couldn't use reitsu was a lot more difficult than he remembered it being. He couldn't use shunpo and he couldn't use reitsu to speed his movement, it was a lot more troublesome to travel between divisions, especially after meetings, the First and the Tenth weren't exactly neighbours. It had been over a month since his sealing and the empty place belonging to Hyourinmaru was only become more prominent as days went by. He would catch himself trying to reach for Hyourinmaru's presence, but would only getting an answering silence. It was in moments where the Dragon would offer a silent support or a response that he was missed most. He had accepted it, that he would not be seeing the dragon for a while yet. The time that had passed did not lessen his resentment of the soutaichou. Hitsugaya-taichou still found it difficult to even look at the man with anger or pain bubbling beneath the surface, and so had taken to avoiding the man in which ever situation he could afford to. But it didn't help that the other captains of the Gotei 13 seemed to forget that, even though he lost Hyourinmaru, he was still a captain. The patronizing feeling that he got sometimes, or the looks of pity; it was all he could do to stop himself from pulling his hair out at the sheer stupidity of these people. He wasn't a helpless child, but they way that they treaded cautiously around him, as though he was made of glass and would break at the slightest touch or harsh word, it was aggravating at the least.
He was walking away from the First Division after checking with the General and Kuchiki-taichou to see if the seals were holding out. It was something they had him do to make sure that nothing was happening to the wards either by Hitsugaya or the mystery assailants doing; they were going to let they power be easier to access for anyone. It had taken Hitsugaya awhile to calm down the urge to maim the soutaichou, but he was still rather irate when in the man company, some sporadic twitching giving away his true emotions through his icy mask. Of course this was also when he found out that regardless of his awakening, he wouldn't be able to access his reitsu. Better yet, if he didn't get the seals off , in a warded area for the safety of others, he would more than likely die from an overload of reitsu that had no way to get out. Mind you, pleasant as being blown up sounded, or blowing up innocents if they weren't careful enough, this information did not endear him anymore to the old man. But loathe as he was to admit it, he understood the reasoning that the General used when sealing his powers, but that didn't mean he forgave the man. The power that he was capable of using and the uses for which he could be cultivated for was frightening if it could be used by the wrong source. Especially if that source also possessed the Book of the Damned. That situation really put a lot of stress on the Gotei 13. They were getting anxious, he knew that, because Aizen would be attack soon on top of an already delicate problem and the final preparations were taking hold. He was walking towards the Soukyou that Kurosaki had destroyed during his visit to Soul Society half a year ago. It was one of the only places he went to meditate now that Hyourinmaru was gone. The stairs though, deterred from the magnificence of the view at the top of the hill. Walking out to the edge of the cliff that over looked the forest surrounding Seireitei, he felt somewhat at peace being able to see most of the ground below him. It may not compare to flying with wings but it kept him sane for the most part. Being without reitsu had sharpened his senses somewhat as he spread his redeveloping senses outward. It had taken much practice but he had learned that whatever little reitsu he was still able to use could be stretched and grown. He had taken to developing the small trickle of reitsu into something formidable, but that project was slow going. He could use it to expand his senses but there wasn't enough energy to do much else.
Not too long ago he had found out that, Kurosaki had bested him in the 'Most Stupid Actions' department when he had went to Heuco Mundo to rescue Orihime. It was surprising that he had done something that seemed suicidal to rescue one of his friends but the fact was that he succeeded even though there had been heavy injuries on the rescue team. The fact that Renji and Rukia had also went against Seireitei orders did not go past him and he had to wonder who had helped them to get there. No one in Soul Society was as stupid or hardheaded as to go against direct orders of falling back, but they had and he was curious as who it was. Kurosaki was something else completely, he was strong and apparently only getting stronger. He wasn't ignorant when it came to things like observing what was going on in the town that he was assigned to, and things had only begun getting confusing when he had sensed Kurosaki's reitsu go wild. He didn't sense it when he had been fighting his own espada but when he reviewed the fight, he knew he felt a chill, and the faint sense he got when Kurosaki's reitsu changed, as though it was being tainted by a hallow. Seeing as he was isolated to stay in Seireitei, he had hit the archives to sedate his curiosity and he had found a hell of an answer. Vizards. Well now that he looked at in retrospect he knew what the boy had been doing during the time where no one could find him. And honestly, it wasn't that hard for him to imagine, especially when one took into account of what the boy did when he first came to Soul Society. He wondered though, how many other people knew of his power, because Vizards weren't well looked upon in Seireitei, and seeing as how no one threw a fit about it, either no one knew or those that did were supporting him. Well, it wasn't like he was going to betray Soul Society; no matter how tough Kurosaki acted, he was loyal when it came down to the necessities, like protecting the people he cared about. If Yamamoto-soutaichou found out of the transgression he would not take well to it, and though Kurosaki was only a substitute he would still get in trouble with the man.
It was a good idea, he supposed, to place bandages around his arm so none other than the Gotei 13 would find out about his predicament. It made him feel weak without his Zanpaktou and access to his reitsu and so he had taken to practicing his swordsmanship and hakuda, a field that definitely needed some work. Even though he had no access to his reitsu, he refused to be a weak helpless child in this situation. He knew that, logically, someone would have to watch over him do to his lack of battle prowess but he didn't want to completely rely on someone else for protection. Dragons always had been proud creatures, and he did not want to be babied. He knew the likeliness of being attacked in Seireitei wasn't great but that did not stop him from preparing for the worst. He knew that something bad was going to happen but he did not know what. The people that had stolen the book had made no move against him, but there was a commotion regarding the frequency of the arrancar attacks. He had a feeling that Aizen was going to do something, maybe he was paranoid but paranoia was better than being dead; a bitter upturn of lips signifying that he knew Hyourinmaru would have laughed at that statement. Lightly he ran a hand over the covered dragon, and sighed to himself.
He was shaken out of his trance when he felt an overwhelming reitsu start to form in the sky and he knew that the arrancar had arrived. There was nothing else that gave off that kind of spirit vibe, and as he looked to the sky he saw a black opening begin to tear itself in the sky. This was probably a diversion to detain many of the forces from reaching Karakura town. Grabbing a hold of the sword that he had taken to bring around with him he head back towards the stairs as fast as he could. He did not need any attention that one of the arrancar may bring him.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs he knew that many of the arrancar had already begun to attack and kill the Shinigami that they came across and Hitsugaya felt powerless that he could't do anything to help. He knew that rationally, it was best for him to keep unnoticed and it wouldn't help if he got himself killed off. He knew his power was nothing because it was all sealed away, even this new sword that Urahara had apparently modified to fit his needs and had developed for him would help much. His lack of reitsu though, kept him hidden from the attention that the arrancar would have otherwise graced hime with. He began making his way to the 10th compound, where he hoped that he was not in the way and able to help around his division.
"Ken-chan!!!" He could never mistake that high pitched wail for anyone other than Kusajishi Yachiru of the 11th squad. Running over to where he heard the cry he saw the girl pinned to the ground by Grimmjaw, and he flinched. There was no way that he could take this guy when he had no reitsu to use but Yachiru wasn't getting any help yet, seeing as Zaraki was still battling his own share of arrancar. Taking a deep breath, he readied himself for something so stupid that he doubted even Kurosaki would do it, which would undoubtedly place him in the top of 'Most Stupid Actions' category once again. He thanked his lack of reitsu for keeping Grimmjaw unawares to his presence and the sword that Shihouin house had provided him. The blade was made of an independent reitsu that did not rely on his to power. This one was linked to Ukitake and Yourichi, a gift that Ukitake-taichou had thought was prudent to keeping him safe and had given to Urahara to fix. The sword, while being no Zanpaktou or Hyourinmaru was still strong in its own right. It would be able to hold out against another Zanpaktou and while he was not as agile as he was before the sealing he had gotten better being able to use his sparse reitsu with more precision. Taking the blade, Hitsugaya put the blade through the hole where his soul chain had once been attached to and forced the blade upwards in a quick motion. Wounding the arrancar before Grimmjaw jumped away from the vice-captain of the 11th squad.
"Kusajishi, can you stand?" He asked as he kept his gaze on the glaring arrancar, and was glad to see her nod out of the corner of his eye.
"You know as well as I do that I can't hope to beat him, not like this, so I need you to get out of here." He glared at her to stop anything that she would say, if he wanted to survive this confrontation, he would do better without distractions.
"If I die, because I have no doubt that Grimmjaw would kill me, the book won't matter. You have to keep that in mind, worse comes to pass, I have to die. I'll do what i can for the time being, but I need you to get help or something. Go. NOW!" He yelled out as he moved his sword to block that of Grimmjaw's. Yachiru was gone, he was thankful to notice as he was thrown back as he blocked Grimmjaw's sword in a rain of sparks. He thought the small fukutaichou would have gotten far enough by now that she wasn't in danger of being caught up again, it was pleasant to note that she was using her speed for something more than being an annoyance. The landing he received against the wall behind was anything but forgiving as he was pushed to far back.
"Well, if it isn't the kid captain. How are you doing these days?" Asked Grimmjaw as his blade met with Hitsugaya's again, a very cruel grin alighting his face. Hitsugaya knew that if he was to do any damage in this fight he would have to do things he would never usually consider, anything unorthodox would be best in this type of situation where he could not even call forth his shikai . And that was the reasoning he had as he let Grimmjaw's sword over power his own and spinning it out from underneath the arrancars zanpaktou and marking him on his cheek. He got a kick that he knew had bruised, if not broken, his ribs and crashed in to the wall once again.
"You little brat!" Yelled the arrancar as he dug his blade into the captain's shoulder, making him gasp in pain.
"I don't know why you haven't used your Bankai yet, but it'll make killing you that much easier." Whispered the arrancar but was pushed away by Yachiru barreling into him, making Grimmjaw wrench his zanpaktou violently from where it was embedded in the 10th division captain. The small vice-captain made her way to Hitsugaya's side through a cautious glance at the arrancar that was beginning to move again.
"You pink haired bitch!" Yelled Grimmjaw as he turned his sword to them but was once again forced to block as Senbonzakura pushed him away.
"Get him out of here Zaraki." Said the Kuchiki clan leader as he turned to face the arrancar letting Senbonzakura lose and allowing the deadly petals to attack the arrancar that stood before him.
"Yeah, yeah. I know what I gotta do." Said the violent captain as he picked up the white haired captain with surprising gentleness but giving a longing look towards the battle that was going to take place.
"Careful with Shiro-chan, Ken-chan! He's injured!" Chirped Yachiru from her place on her captain's shoulder.
"I know Yachiru. He saved your life, blah, blah blah." Zaraki said in response as he headed towards the forth division reluctantly avoiding the conflict as he shunpo-ed there.
"Shiro-chan! Are you alright?" Asked Yachiru as she peered at him from Zaraki's shoulder.
"Baka! I told you to stay away! What if you hadn't surprised him and he turned his sword on you?!" Yelled Hitsugaya as he glared at her.
"But he was going to kill you! You saved my life and I save yours, beside we elevenies don't like being in debt." She chirped a large grin splitting her face.
"Debt or not, next time I tell you to stay away I expect that order to be followed." Hitsugaya said in retaliation.
"Ken-chan! Shiro-chan's being a meanie!" Whined Yachiru as she stuck her tongue out at the other captain.
"Yachriu, you-"Zaraki never got to finish his sentence as he was forced to defend against an attack by Ulquiorra. The blow that he had struck forced Zaraki to drop both Hitsugaya and Yachiru as he defended. Hitsugaya grabbed ahold of Yachiru as the were plummeting out of the air, he knew that the young girl would be able to land on her own two feet but, that blow that Ulquiorra had set upon them was aimed at him and not Zaraki. Taking the Shihouin sword from Yachiru's belt, he pulled the sword out in time to meet with Ulquiorra's sword, leaving them open for the cero attack that another arrancar had aimed at them. Turning them in mid air, he pushed the sword out so that it would cleave the incoming attack, but the force of the attack sent them slamming into to the ground. The landing left much to be desired as the impact jarred the injuries he had received earlier and he knew that his ribs and many other bones were broken. Gasping he tried to sit up but noticed the weight on his chest. Pushing the unconscious Yachriu away from him he looked over at the arrancar that was now calmly studying him.
"You didn't release your zanpaktou, why not?" He asked slightly curious. He knew that the boy was trash but he was suppose to be stronger than this. Perhaps he should tell Aizen-sama of this development and allow the man to decide what was going to happen. If a captain were to go against an arrancar of his caliber, then he would at least use his sword to his fullest capabilities instead of this.
Hitsugaya didn't speak, but try as he might, he couldn't stand up and he knew that he was a goner if didn't do anything. That was when Zaraki appeared in front of him, and he was thankful because he knew that whatever willpower he was using to keep himself conscious, wasn't going to last him much longer.
"Watch out for your vice-captain will you?" Muttered Hitsugaya as he sunk to the ground breathless and in pain. As the fight between the two began, he could tell that Zaraki-taichou was loosing his edge, he had no shikai, and no bankai it was expected that he not stand such a great chance against an arrancar of this level. But he also knew that he couldn't do anything, he would only get in the way in a situation like this. And then he noticed it, the air was charged with an energy that made the his hair stand on end, and the ground around him started to glow with a faint energy, if this was a type of reitsu, it was one that had never felt before. He wondered why it felt like it was taking in parts of himself, as if he was being broken apart and then thrown in a hurricane to be assembled however it was seen fit. Belatedly he saw that Zaraki was trying to reach for him, then his world went black.
Zaraki and Ulquiorra had stopped their fight as soon as they felt the unfamiliar energy invading the surrounding air. The air felt as though it was drawing their energy out and when they looked over at the cause of the disturbance, Zaraki realized that he was in a lot of trouble if the energy swirling around the white haired taichou was any indication. Cursing he ran to grab him from the energy, he placed his hand on the shoulder of the boy but was pulled along with him.
The ritual was going well, the spell work though complicated was progress and the ruins had been painted from a sacrifice and was glowing a sickly red. The summoning was work and all they had to do was be patient and wait for the guardian to arrive. And without disappointment it did, just not in the way that Voldemort had expected, instead of a single being arriving there were two. One being tall and muscular, this one had a few scars that decorated his body and one going vertically through one side of his face and having his other eye closed with a patch, his hair was up in spikes and had bells attached to the end of them, but the second was only a child. An injured child, the boy had bronze skin and white hair and both wore similar clothes. Voldemort sneered, this put him in a more difficult position, he would have to keep both of them alive until the night of awakening where he would finally find out who was truly the guardian, he put no credence towards what one of them would say.
"Put them both in the same cell, we will begin our work very soon."
It was sometime later that Hitsugaya finally regained consciousness and noticed that he now sat in a medieval dungeon and that he was shackled and restrained. It didn't help his mood much when he noticed that the chains gave his arms little leeway from their position over his head. He didn't know how long he had been in that position, but judging from the ache in his shoulders, it had to have been a while. After taking in his own condition, one better than he had remembered being, he gave another glance around the room, more so than the cursory one he had given earlier. As he looked he saw that Zaraki Kenpachi was in a similar situation as he was, though the older man was now looking at him.
"Took you a while. They healed you, not too sure what they're going to do to us yet." Was the quick summarization of their situation.
"Healed me?" He asked raising an eyebrow in question.
A shrug of shoulders was all he got in response. Well, this made the situation slightly more delicate then. If he was healed and, from all appearances, Zaraki as well, then it would mean that they were in for a wild ride. The people who had shackled them like this wouldn't just let them die, meaning that they had a use for them. These people, however they had summoned them here, did not expect 2 people instead of 1 and were deciding to play it cool by keeping both of them alive. He had to wonder though, why is it that Zaraki was there with him, he knew that the man preferred the battlefield but he wasn't going to explain. Despite his obvious weaknesses, Zaraki was still a formidable foe. Now if only he could curb his blood lust a little, then would he be able to tolerate the man more willingly. At least he had a comrade with him, if they needed to get out of here, Zaraki was an asset especially since his spirit powers had been cut off from him.
"Why haven't you left yet?" Asked the small taichou as he realized that these bindings could not keep someone of Zaraki's capabilities trapt, not for long anyway.
"I assume that you are asking him of his continued presence, its because we learned that it was best to keep him bound with no access to whatever power he used before and a little . . . persuasion of a more questionable reasoning." Answered another voice from the shadows.
"We can't have one of you running around ruining our Lord's plan, now can we?" The voice repeated as the figure moved so that the two captains could see him more clearly.
The man had platinum blond hair that swept the back of his robe, he had an aristocratic face with sharp defined features, pale skin and steel grey eyes. He carried himself like a man of much importance, wearing robes of emerald and black velvet. The man looked proper and held an aura of malicious intent.
"Persuasion?" Hitsugaya asked looking at Zaraki with an eyebrow raised. It had been a long time since he had spoken english before, but he was glad that he wasn't too rusty. He had a slight accent when he spoke, but it was to be expected, he noted that he should strengthen his british accent a bit more; it was a little too soft. He could see Zaraki raising an eyebrow at the sudden change of tongue, an action that he saw mirrored on the face of the blond aristocrat.
"It seems as though you have value to the freak." Stated the man, his voice cold and smug.
Hitsugaya mentally flinched, knowing that if Zaraki was able, he would have torn the man to pieces already, though Zaraki may not have understood exactly what was said, he still understood the tone in which the insult was said. Zaraki Kenpachi was anything but tolerable when it came to insults. And from the slight dilation of pupils, Hitsugaya knew that he was angry.
"I suppose he didn't take the threat lightly." Stated Hitsugaya, knowing that, before he was caught, Zaraki must have caused major havoc and done some considerable damage when he was first threatened. Of course he backed down, because, Yamamoto-soutaichou had order that his safety came before anything else, as if he could't defend himself. Then he thought of Hyourinmaru and knew that while it hurt his pride, the soutaichou was right in ordering his protection. He still winced mentally at how long it was taking him to adjust to being without his Zanpaktou and his own power. He couldn't even get out of this weak holding area, and that was depressing.
"Of course their was some damage but nothing to irreversible. We were fortunate to be able to use some of our newer ruins to keep him from accessing his power. After all, we can't just have him leave only to cause us problems at a later date." Stated the man as he twirled a elegant ebony cane before setting it back on the ground.
"Now that both of you are awake, I'll take my leave to inform my Lord, I advise you to comply willing else wise, well, if it comes to that I am sure you will experience the consequences yourself." He said giving the two a mocking bow before turning on his heel and making his way out of the dungeon.
"English?" Asked Zaraki mildly amused, despite the situation.
"Languages are interesting enough to keep me occupied." Muttered the white haired captain as he glared in the general direction of the door that the pale man had passed through.
"So how did they get you under control?" He asked looking at the taller man.
"Magic." He stated disgusted with the word. "Actual stick waving, funny word, wizard like magic."
"Your joking." The 10th division captain deadpanned.
"I wish I was. But those sticks do more than story books say." Said the other captain with a derisive laugh.
The young captain raised an eyebrow at that comment but before he could say anything, the blond man walked back into the room with six or so other hooded figures following in his wake.
"Take them, do not remove the chains. The Master wishes to see them." The last comment was directed to the two captains that were in the prison, the statement was followed with a smile better seen on a shark.
Slowly the door of the room was opened and both were lead out at wand point, two taking each of Hitsugaya's arms and the other four surrounding Zaraki. Somehow, Hitsugaya knew, from the subtle tensing of Zaraki when the wand touched the back of his neck, that it was easier to just follow directions. For the time being anyway.
The room that they were lead into was large and a dark green plush carpet, and was decorated as if for a noble family. Taking in the pricey artifact strewn about the room, that was probably just what this place was. In the middle of the room at the back sat a man in a ebony throne like chair. But the man was more snake then human, from the red slits for eyes, and the stretched skin and flat nose. This man looked no more human than Yamamoto-soutaichou was young.
It was in the eerie way that he watched them that really bugged Hitsugaya, the way that a snake would, he thought, that he noticed the giant coiling body wrapped around the chair. As soon as they were brought in front of the man, did he truly tense. There was something about this man's spirit or something that seemed off and put him on edge. When the man glided closer did he truly understand what was bothering him. His soul, the soul of this man was torn. Not around the edges or in half, but as though multiple times leaving this fragment of a soul that could no longer be considered human. Slowly his skin paled and he knew, he had read, that it was the depraved ritual to rip a soul from its original host body. Granted that it would give a sort of 'immortality' it was not a ritual that should be able to be preformed. It was a ritual that many of the more questionable books that he had read, talked about. He knew that the books that even hinted at this were all banned and confiscated if found. Soul Society had done its best to destroy those books that contained the ritual, a raid that had apparently failed because here was a man that only contained a fragmented soul. The ritual, while being exceedingly painful was also a deprived art that none but the lowest would attempt. He knew if someone who would stoop to this, would be harder to deal with than Aizen in a sense, because this type of person cared for nothing but power. This man was mad, he could feel the piece of soul in this man scream gleefully and brush and claw at his own soul. He could feel what was inside the thing, and it subdued him somewhat, and considering that he had no reitsu, it may have been for the best.
"My two new guests. It is a pleasure to see you so willing to be in my company after your horrific injuries." The man hissed, moving his gazing from one shinigami to the other.
Hitsugaya, realized that even though Zaraki's spirit sense wasn't all that great, he could probably sense what was wrong with the man. He probably realized that this situation required discretion no matter that his instincts were crying for blood, because, Hitsugaya thought with a sneer, the soutaichou, had drilled into the minds of all other captains the importance of acting well in a hostage/kidnap situation. Zaraki may not have liked being leashed like this, but Yamamoto-soutaichou's word was as good as law, and Zaraki would follow it for the time being.
" How are you finding your adjustments? I suppose I should give a reason as to why you are here no?" He asked once again as he looked at his two guests with mocking pleasantness. He wondered though, how exactly the tall man had gotten the power that he had displayed earlier, even he had felt the slight physical manifestation of killing intent before it was smothered. This man had powers that the Book mentioned in its passages, and he had to admit, those powers were something that would be beyond beneficial to his cause. The ability to spill blood as the scarred man had done before they contained him, made the Lord shiver in excitement at the memory. The boy that had arrived with him was also slightly intriguing but less so since he did not display the same powers. The boy had odd colour, that of which he had never seen before, though he was, overall, too pretty, but he knew there was more to this boy than what met the eye. It was too bad that the lunar eclipse would not be happening until next year, and he had no desire to mess this up by his guest having adverse reactions to the veritaserum. Well he would first see if they would be willing to help his cause on their own; if they were against his plans, he always had more. . . . fun ways of getting these two to agree.
"I have brought you here, before me, to offer you an opportunity. An opportunity that will bring you great power, all you have do is ask. In this world, there will never be right or wrong, only power. These mindless idiots that run our world know nothing, not of our heritage nor our goals. We want to see our world set right. To wipe out those that befoul our kind. And all I ask is for you to lend assistance." The mans voice was dark yet alluring at the same and it seemed as though the mans words were a spell that entrapped their senses.
A silent scream, and the harsh whispers of a tattered soul was all it took for them to snap out of it. There was no way they would let this manipulate them.
"If we refuse?" Whispered Hitsugaya glaring defiantly into the mans crimson eyes. He watched the twisted man, the way he was so absorbed in power and attaining a purist world. There was no question as to whether or not this man was crazy but rather how strong he was. A sharp, hissing laugh interrupted his thoughts and he looked at the man again, a faint frown appearing on his face.
"I have other methods from which I can ensure your willing co-operation and seeing as we can't get to an agreement, I'm afraid I will just have to use those methods." The man said as he looked at both shinigami with a false sympathetic look across his face.
"Take them back to the cell, we'll start their sessions bright and early tomorrow morning." And with one last mocking titter of disappointment, the man walked back to his seat and the two shinigami were roughly lead out of the room. A movement from Zaraki caught his eye, and from that hand gesture he knew that Zaraki would spite this man 'til his last breath just to aggravate him. A smirk quirked his lips and he had a feeling that they were going to be in for hell, but that didn't mean that they were going to make it easy for the man that was now watching them with a predatory gleam in his eye. He wondered what exactly this. . . magic was capable of in regards to torture. He stifled a sigh as the were shackled back inside their cell, they would be finding out tomorrow so it was probably best to get as much sleep as they could for the moment.
It wasn't until much later that he learned exactly what Zaraki meant by 'those sticks do more than storybooks say', and boy did it ever hurt. He couldn't believe that they were able to do things that caused them near unbearable pain but not leave a mark. And even if they did leave a mark, they fixed it in a few minutes ad continued one with their fun. It was hard to keep quiet when it felt like your nerves were being set on fire and set into hypertensive mode where everything felt so much more worse. And the spells that felt like you were being carved by a knife which left no visible marks. Or the feel of skin and muscle being burned off your bones. It was a painful session and he knew that it was going to get so much more worse if they kept at it like this. But Zaraki and he were holding out admirably, seeing as they were trained to withhold such pain and continue fighting when they had worse in battle, they had yet to scream out. It was hard, as Hitsugaya's throbbing and tender lip could attest to. He had taken to biting his lip to ensure that he did not make a sound, Zaraki was holding out really well though, even though his mocking looks towards his aggressors made everything that much more worse. That man was definitely a masochist. The snake-man though, definitely knew the finer points in torture, maximum pain, minimal damage. He knew that they were going to be stuck in there for quite sometime and he wondered if they truly would be able to get out of this alive.It had only been a few days since the sessions started and he was already unimaginably sore, not that they didn't heal his life threating injuries, but the bruises and other small injuries that he had collected in the past few days made for a hard time trying to rest. At least they had food and shackles that allowed for movement, not like they could actually do anything but still. The sessions of 'negotiating' happened at random times, one after another, and hour later or 12 hours later; this type of randomness also took away from the time in which they could be resting.
Zaraki had honestly lost count of how many days they had spent here. It was hard going through the pain of torture with nothing really to show for besides a higher tolerance for pain. It was slightly amusing to see how fear growing their eyes when he made no indication of feeling pain but instead gave them a smile, the more blood the more scared they became. Meditation always helped him cam down and get the rest he needed for the next session, he wondered though, how the kid was holding up. He seemed fine enough to him, with the way he still scowled but he had noticed that the brat wasn't eating much of the meals that they got. Heaving a sigh, he kept in mind to keep a better eye on the short captain, he did, after all, owe the kid Yachiru's life twice over. He closed his eye again and wondered how the girl was doing. She'd obviously be causing a havoc while being assuring everyone that he was probably fine, and only lost. Then he thought of what the young pink haired fukutaichou would say to him 'You better kick some ugly snake but Ken-chan! And remember to eat all your veggie's! And take care of Shiro-chan!' He looked over at the young captain and assessed his condition. While there were no threating injuries, he accumulated a lot of smaller ones that he could see littering his body. Aside from the injuries he could see, there were probably more that he couldn't see due to the dirt, grime, and blood that covered him to the point where his hair was even hard to distinguish from.Though he knew that he, himself, probably looked no better.He heard the distant footsteps of tonights 'negotiators' and settle himself down for another round. He had no idea how long they had been there for but it was far too long in his opinion.
Hitsugaya groaned and nearly choked on the vile substance that was being shoved down his throat. Looking up at the man he noticed that the other men were starting to leave and he relaxed a little bit at not having to deal with more than one person.
"Snape, don't use all the good potions on those two!" came a voice from the men that were walking away. Looking up at this 'Snape' man, he could automatically tell that something was different about this man. His personality and aura were different from those around him, and he gave a deceptive feeling that he had felt before. 'Aizen. . . 'now the question was, who was this man betraying? It wasn't hard to tell if this man was meaning him harm or betrayal, because no one was better an actor than Aizen. The man slipped something unobtrusively into his tattered sleeve and left without a backwards glance. Waiting for a few minutes in case one of these 'Death Eaters' came back, he deemed it safe to read the note. Making sure that there was no hint that he was reading or even looking at anything, he began to read. 'There is a man in the cell next to yours he should know what to do, 'On my Mother's sacrifice' Looking the note once over he looked at the . . . stick that was tucked in his tattered sleeve and watched as the note burned itself. Muttering explicits to himself he drew Zaraki's attention who raised an eyebrow at him.
"Wand. Wizard. We're leaving." He muttered in low Japanese indicating his arm and the bars to his left.
"Now?" Asked the scarred man in slight disbelief.
"Can you shunpo us out of here, the wizard too?" He asked and got a blood lust crazed grin in return. Well now they had a means and a method to escape, all they know had to figure out when would be best. As soon as they got out of here they were going to raise hell for these Death Munchers and their Lord.
Chitsuki-hime: Greetings! I hope that that chapter was okay, slightly shorter than the last but meh. Seeing as I have a 5 day weekend coming up I hope to get another chapter up around then but we'll see what the education system decides to throw at me first, ne? READ and REVIEW! You guys know that's probably what motivates me the most to getting these things out faster!