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Betrayal
Chapter Six; Know Thy Self
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"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again, and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was, at its best, than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived… The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over, is not erased by anyone but death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit, why would I want them to?"~ Margaret Mitchell
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Back in the west communal room, Stark had fallen into a peaceful sleep while his one-and-only fracción rattled about in the adjoining kitchen. The two rooms were only partially separated by a large breakfast counter. Lilynette was in the process of raiding the fridge and cupboards for anything that looked edible, the clatters of her pillaging filling both rooms.
"Arh what the hell is all this crap?! Nothing looks edible." She held up a glass jar that seemed to be filled with some sort of pickled hollow essence. "Err…" The blonde stuck out her tongue and held the jar away from herself before continuing her search.
"I see you're working hard, as usual" Came a misty female voice from across the room.
Stark cracked open an eye to see the Tercera Espada standing just inside the door. He opened his eyes and admired the powerful beauty that was Halibel Tia. The curve of her long legs and hourglass hips, her tight stomach, milk chocolate skin and full breasts, were enough to make any man beg for mercy. Strangely enough, it was none of those things that Stark was most attracted to, it was her eyes; her clear blue eyes that tore through his soul and seemed to see his every weakness…
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He watched as she moved across the room, the material of her hakama flowing with the sway of her hips. Halibel walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of orange liquid, which could have passed for juice, but was in fact, liquefied reiatsu. She turned around to leave and almost walked into the brown haired Espada, who slipped a gloved hand onto her hip.
"Hello my beauty…" His husky voice whispered into her ear.
Halibel glanced down at the small fracción who was rolling her eyes at the display, before gently removing the hand from her hip and ducking around him. He turned to watch as she crossed the room, admiring the view from his vantage point.
"I trust you have forgotten… there is an Espada meeting tonight…you need to pay more attention to your duties." The firm tone lingered as she left without looking back at the gaze she knew was following her.
As much as Stark was grateful for not having to work hard for sex with Las Noches' equivalent Venus, it bugged him that she didn't swoon over his charm the way all others would…
"Tch, you're pathetic, ya know that?" The small blonde girl mocked before taking a swing of reiatsu "juice".
"Hmm?" Stark only vaguely heard her as he watched the spot where Halibel had just left the room.
"Geez…" She scoffed, before kicking him in the arse as she passed by.
"Arh…" The brown haired Espada sulked and rubbed at his backside.
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"Better never to have met you in my dream, than to wake and reach for hands that are not there…"~Otomo No Yakamochi
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The Fourth Espada and his guest walked in silence through the white corridors of Las Noches. Shinrai gazed around the huge halls like a child seeing the world for the first time. She noticed that they had passed some rooms, which her guide neglected to point out, and assumed he must have considered them nonessential to her…
Abruptly, the Fourth Espada stopped and faced her; Shinrai lifted her gaze and stared into the frightening emerald eyes. The pressure of his reiatsu, even concealed as it was, was remarkable; and his close proximity for this extended period of time resulted in a constant heat within her zanpaktou. His voice broke her trail of thought.
"Within Las Noches, there are eight communal rooms… this is one of the west communal rooms…" His dead tone voice shook her to the core; she wanted to bow or give some sort of recognition to his statement, but his piercing gaze felt like it was strangling her, stealing away her ability to respond.
He turned and led her into the room. The room was huge, and contained three oversized, white couches that formed a "u" shaped centerpiece; each of the couches could easily have accommodated ten adults. Adjoined to this room were a white kitchen and a large breakfast bar, with metal stools.
Next to the bar, stood a tall man with wavy shoulder-length brown hair, who was rubbing his backside. Closer to them, stood a small blonde girl wearing very revealing attire that looked more like underwear than a uniform.
"Hello Ulquiorra," The sleepy looking Espada spoke as he wandered over to them. "Strange to see you all the way out here." Stark queried as he stopped in front of the odd couple.
"Stark-sama." The green eyed Espada greeted his superior with a slight bow.
Shinrai stood next to her guide, starring wide-eyed at the somewhat scruffy looking man Aizen had told her was the Primera Espada.
"What…the…where is his heat?" She studied him, a slight frown pulling at her brow with her thoughts.
"Hello there." The brown haired man looked down at her with a tired expression that didn't seem to match his curiously.
Shinrai was lost in thought and barely heard him. Why was he different? Why wasn't he affecting her, he was the Primera!
Ulquiorra glanced down at the dark haired girl with a hint of irritation for her lack of response to his superior.
"Aizen-sama has entrusted me with Las Noches' newest arrancar." He informed the Primera.
Lilynette approached the group and raised an eyebrow at the new arrival, looking her up and down.
"She looks like she's gunna snap in two…" The blonde scoffed before taking a swig of her drink.
"I'm Coyote Stark." He studied the girl trying to recognize the feeling she gave him…
"…and I'm Lilynette Gingerback." The blonde held out her hand; Shinrai tore her eyes away from the Primera Espada and looked at the outstretched hand.
"…"
Ulquiorra again glimpsed down at her, before returning his attention to the chief Espada.
"She has not spoken-"
"My name is Mori Shinrai." She held out her hand to the blonde, but jumped and withdrew it when the brown haired man burst out in laughter.
"Ulquiorra. Did you try talking to her?" He continued to chuckle in his deep voice.
Just then, a black moth appeared at Ulquiorra's side; grateful for the interruption, he held out his hand graciously to the small creature.
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"Love means exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt, by someone you trust…" ~Unknown.
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Inside the largest and most extravagant chambers of Las Noches, two powerful reiatsu's pushed against each other, shaking the surrounding atmosphere, making those approaching the area of the castle quickly divert their paths...
Gin fell to the bed, panting heavily; the larger body of Aizen slumped over his back, his breath was uneven but still controlled. The dark haired man sat up and slid out of the body below him, grabbing some sheet to wipe the sticky mess from his crotch. He laid himself next to the limp smaller body and closed his eyes in contentment.
Gin rolled on his side and opened his eyes to gaze at the man beside him. The euphoria of post climax still lingered in his mind as he admired the man who he had given his mind, body, power, allegiance and soul to…
Gin shifted his body into the Hueco Mundo King, and rested his head against a strong shoulder, while sliding a leg between the other's. He lifted a hand and ran his fine fingers along Aizen's muscular torso; with the softest touch, he caressed along the defined hills of Aizen's abs and chest. Gin's breathing was still unsteady while he snuggled into the warm chest slowly rising and falling below him.
"Gin." Aizen's deep voice broke the dreamy silence.
"Mmm?" Gin sighed
"You're sweaty."
The hand that was trailing up and down Aizen's body paused momentarily.
"…Mmm, so are you." Gin's ever-cheeky tone teased.
"Gin…" Aizen's voice was dispassionate as always.
The silver haired man removed himself from the warmth of his lover's body, and Aizen sat up to grab his hakama; shifting to sit on the edge of the bed with his back to the other. Gin rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.
"Where are ya off ta?" He would have sounded impartial any other, but this man knew him better than any other.
Aizen stood and slipped on his kimono before turning to face his lover, he leant in and firmly took the Gin's jaw in his hand, pulling him into a dominant kiss. Gin submitted to the kiss but did not contribute.
Gin watched as the man he had loved and given everything to, for over 100 years, left without saying a word.
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"The hottest love has the coldest end…" ~Socrates
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In the Sixth wing of Las Noches, the Sixth Espada stood under a stream of hot water, his eyes closed while the warm current ran over his naked body. Grimmjow wasn't sure how to feel about having succumbed to his body's desires. Was he angry, amused, or just not give a shit? Grimmjow settled for the latter, as he turned off the shower and reached for a towel that was hung outside the shower-screen. Thinking about shit like that was meaningless; he'd do whatever he wanted at whatever time it appealed to him. Grimmjow shook the white towel through his teal hair, before wrapping the material loosely around his waist and moving to the bedroom. He grabbed a fresh uniform and threw it on the king-sized bed, which was centered against the furthest wall.
He was about to drop the towel from his waist, when there was a soft knock at the door. Looking over his shoulder, he frowned at the entrance to his room. "What?!" he barked at the intruder outside his door.
"Grimmjow-sama, I have a message from Aizen-sama for you." The voice was a little muffled through the wall, but definitely female.
"…Yeah what?!"
Grimmjow gave a small growl when his door opened. He glanced back at the female arrancar standing in his doorway; she was blatantly starring at him, and a small grin tugged at his lips. Grimmjow knew he was popular with the female arrancar around Las Noches; it fed the already well-lit fire of his ego, and he enjoyed rubbing it in the Fifth's face whenever he got the opportunity. Most of the sluts would jump into bed with any of the Espada given the chance, but it was common knowledge that Grimmjow was well sought after.
The woman ogled, wide-eyed at the half-naked Espada before her; his sculpted shoulders were broad, and the refined muscle of his back flowed divinely down to narrow at his waist and dip just before his hips. He turned to face her with a small grin that made her feel like her knees might give-way, before she watched a bead of water run down his exquisite torso, to the chiseled "v" just inside his hips.
She swallowed and resisted the temptation to shake her head to clear her thoughts, looking at the ground instead. "Ai-Aizen-sama has requested your presence in his throne-room in one h-hour…"
He walked slowly over to the blushing woman, stopping a foot in front of the trembling frame. He lifted a hand and gradually ran a forefinger down her throat, down her cleavage, before beginning to shift some of her kimono back.
"…is that all?" He questioned in a husky voice.
Her lips parted to let out the breath she had been holding, before she swallowed and nodded.
"Good!" He snapped before shoving her back and slamming the door.
He turned and chuckled to himself before dropping his towel to get dressed. "Wonder what that despot wants now?!" He mused as he slipped on his jacket. "Such a pain in my ass…"
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In Aizen's grand thrown-room, the dictator sat in a luxurious white suede-covered chair at the base of his throne, smiling while he looked down at the small girl kneeling before him. Beside him stood the dark figure of his second most trusted ally; the dark haired man stood silently with his hands behind his back.
"How much longer will it be until you can completely interpret the Soul Song of each Espada?"
Shinrai frowned with her head down; the truth was she might never be able to perform such a task.
"…It's difficult to say my lord…I'm not sure it's even possible." Shinrai was hesitant in her answer but it was useless to lie. She bit her lip as she considered the day's events.
"My lord… I met the Primera today… I cannot lie to you. I believe he must be too powerful for my zanpaktou… or" She shook her head. "I'm not sure, it was like my sword didn't even register his presence."
"Don't worry about the Primera for now… I know why he troubles you." He looked down at her without any intentions of explaining his statement.
"Surely after spending the day with the Forth you have a better idea of your capabilities, at least for the Fourth?" Touson questioned impatiently.
Shinrai shifted uncomfortably. "I won't know until I have released and searched his song my lord."
Aizen lifted a hand from the arm of his chair and raised his palm.
"Well then… let us see, shall we." His dark tone shook her core, she knew this was coming but that hadn't made it any less frightening. "…Show me."
"Yes, Aizen-sama."
Shinrai stood and slowly removed her blade from its sheath; the sound of metal scraping against metal rang around the extensive room. She slowly approached his outstretched hand and bought her blade to her opposing forefinger. Quickly, she ran the finger along the blade to create a small cut across the digit. Blood pooled immediately around the wound and she held the finger above Aizen's open palm. A single drop of blood fell without a sound to the middle of his hand, before Shinrai moved back to her kneeling position and laying the blade in front of her.
Gripping the hilt with one hand and bracing herself against the floor with the other, she closed her eyes before she spoke.
"Kiku, Traición."
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Kiku = to hear, to listen, to ask.
Traición = Betrayal.
Hi guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry it's been a while since I updated.
So, I'm going to have to withdraw my offer of Oneshot requests until I finish the ones I have. Sorry- First-in, best-dressed :D (I hope that's not an Aussie saying that nobody will understand…)
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