Captain Morgan: Okay, so firstly, I'M SO FUCKING SORRY GUYS! Ap tests and graduation preparations have thoroughly raped , I'm done with high school, so WOOP! I promise, chapters will get faster with summer :D. Secondly I want to let you guys know that I went back and edited all of the previous chapters, and hopefully I rid them of almost all the mistakes. I did change a few things in the first few chapters that had to do with grimm's past/feelings because about halfway between chapter 3, Katie and I decided to change up Grimmjow's whole freakin past, so I went back and made it all flow better; not that anything major changed so don't worry. Also, I want to thank everyone for their SUPER AWESOME REVIEWS that MAKE OUR DAYS! Woohoo for that! To Grimmkitty1325 and Ichifan, Incognito (2 fellow TWD/SPN fans and lovely reviewers) just wanted to say that we are getting married sometime in the near future. :) Anyway, In this chapter we FINALLY get to learn more about Grimmy-boo so can I get a "HELL YEAH!" Enjoy :D

Just in case you're having trouble following the slow pace of the story: This chapter starts around 1 AM on the 3rd day after plan crash for Grimm & Ichi; still on 2nd day after for Shinji and Nnoi, though they should catch up after this chapter.

Katie: Ummmm….The lyrics were my idea. You're welcome. I really like this chapter. There are new POV's in here and stuff. I dunno, enjoy.


Chapter 6: Suppanuki

I remember when all the games began

Remember every little lie and every last goodbye

Promises you broke, words you choked on

and I never walked away,

it's still a mystery to me

Well I'm so empty

I'm better off without you and you're better off without me

Well you're so unclean

I'm better off without you and you're better off without me

The lying, the bleeding, the screaming

Was tearing me apart

The hatred (deceiving), the beatings; it's over

Paint the mirrors black to forget you

I still picture your face and the way you used to taste

Roses in a glass, dead and wilted

To you this all was nothing

Everything to you is nothing

Well you're so filthy

I'm better off without you and you're better off without me

Well I'm so ugly

You're better off without me and I'm better off alone

The lying, the bleeding, the screaming

Was tearing me apart

The hatred, the beatings (disaster); it's over

As wicked as you are, you're beautiful to me

You're the darkest burning star, you're my perfect disease

The lying, the bleeding, the screaming

Was tearing me apart

The hatred, the beatings; it's over

Disaster

The lying, the bleeding, the screaming

Was tearing me apart

The hatred, the beatings; it's over

Disaster

Its over now...

Bleeding- Five Finger Death Punch


Grimmjow POV- flashback

I met Kensei when I was ten years old. Around a year after I met Nnoitra, we were found on the streets and brought to an orphanage. We hated the idea, yet there was no escape from the dirty, bleak walls. Our first day there, I got into a fight with a bully. The older boy was surprised at my fierce sense of justice and decided I was worthy of his attention. Kensei was… different. He was self-righteous and arrogant, yet beneath the cocky exterior lay some mystery that I could never put my finger on. It was like he put up a front in order to hide some dark secret from the rest of the world. Though he rubbed me the wrong way at first, I grew attached to him quickly, ignoring the warnings in the back of my mind. I don't know when it happened, sometime around my thirteenth birthday maybe, when I realized I was in love with him.

When Kensei started showing signs of mental insanity and serial-killer intent, I was too blind to see it. I only truly realized it after his first kill. I was thirteen, that ripe pubescent age when all that mattered was love and, obviously, lust. Kensei and I never had sex, but we did fool around**. One night he woke me up and told me he wanted to show me something. Who was I to say no? So, I got out of bed and followed him to his room. He pulled out a box from under his bed, opening it and retrieving an object wrapped in a pillowcase. Unwrapping the object, revealed to me a hunting knife. How he got it, be it a pawn shop or in a dumpster, I'll never know. I asked him, of course, but he wouldn't say. I asked him why he had it, but again, he would not tell me. I was ready to go tell the mistress of the orphanage when he grabbed my arm and said, "Grimmjow, if you love me, you'll keep this between us. I showed you because I trust you. Don't you trust me? Don't you love me?" he had a serpent's tongue.

What the hell was I to do? Rat out the guy I was in love with? I told myself that he just thought it was cool, that he was at that age where weapons were fascinating accessories, not lethal objects. So I kept quiet, I unknowingly let the crazed adolescent turn himself into a psychopathic killer. I thought I was being heroic, keeping my lover from the dangerous clutches of the law, but it was not so.

A few weeks after that night, a woman was killed. Police officers stormed the orphanage, looking for a 'scrubby boy with sliver hair and grey eyes'. At least, that's how the son of the murder victim described the killer. At this point in time, Kensei had already had a record: minor vandalism and theft offenses. So, he was already in the system when the police searched for a juvenile that matched the description. Kensei was brought in for questioning, his room was searched and skin tests were taken for evidence. They found nothing. Nodda. Zip, Zilch. They couldn't find a murder weapon, and there wasn't a spec of Kensei's DNA at the crime scene; they couldn't even find a hair follicle. All they had was the testimony of a distraught boy, who was later deemed as an unreliable source due to PTSD*.

In court, I watched as Kensei smoothly relayed his 'relaxing night at the orphanage' to the judge and jury, knowing that he was spouting bullshit. I had finally realized that Kensei was insane, selfish, and sadistic, and I couldn't help but blame myself for the woman's death. Yet, I was too afraid to say anything, too afraid to confess that I knew he had the knife, that I was almost certain he killed the woman. The wife. The mother. So, I crossed my fingers, hoping he would be put away anyway.

When Kensei won his case, I cried. For the first time since my mother's death, I cried. I felt like a coward, a loser, an accomplice. I felt cheated and wrong. I felt like my own hands were dirtied from Kensei's misdeeds, and that my childish innocence was stolen without my consent. Fuck Kensei. He used my feelings for his own agenda. My love was used to help commit a murder. I felt violated, striped of what really made me human. How could he take that from me? How could he be so cruel? I vowed to never let that happen to me again. I vowed to never fall for someone with a vengeance again. And I seriously doubted that I would ever love another person again. That thought haunted me, still does haunt me.

The last thing I ever said to Kensei was "Watch out, Kensei. I'll find you. I'll catch you. I'll expose you." After that he disappeared from the orphanage and from my life.

When I was eighteen, I joined the law enforcement, determined to stop serial killers like Kensei. I knew he was out there, I often saw him on TV, in the courtroom, spouting lie after lie after lie to judges and juries. He was never sentenced to prison. They never caught him, there was never enough evidence to put his despicable ass away. His murders were flawless; he was the perfect serial killer. I made it my life's mission to catch him, to put him away for the rest of his deranged life. However, I was beaten to it by a teenager.

Ichigo Kurosaki stole the one thing I wanted more than the world right out from under me. Everything I had done I did to achieve my one goal, and it was taken from me by some kid who thought just killing Kensei was enough. It wasn't for me though. It physically hurt when I realized that I would never be able to rid myself of this hatred thanks to some kid who felt self-entitled. He may have lost his mother, but I lost the ability to love. I lost my peace of mind. I died inside.

So it goes, I guess.


My eyes snapped open, and I bolted awake. The sounds of Ichigo's screams filled my ears, and I crawled blindly towards him in the darkness. I found him when my hand bumped into his back, which was slick with sweat. I shook him roughly, trying to wake him from his nightmare. He moaned brokenly, pitiful sobs escaping his lips, as though his dream was physically hurting him. Sitting on the ground, I pulled the crying orange-head into my lap, cradling his shoulders in my arms so that his head rested on my shoulder. His breath was scalding hot as he breathed on my neck, and I reached up to place a hand on his forehead. My eyes widened in shock from how hot he was. He had a high fever; most likely, his wound got infected. I tried not to think of what that could mean.

"Shhh. Its alright, I'm here Ichigo, calm down. It'll be okay." I spoke softly into his ear, trying to calm him down. With the help of my continued whispers of comfort, the boy in my arms started to relax ever so slowly, until finally, all that was left were slight shivers and the occasional hiccup. I felt Ichigo's hand reach up and fist my shirt, while his face snuggled into my neck. I held him to me, listening as his breath evened out, and feeling his hand falling slack once again. When I was sure he was asleep, I laid him back on the ground and went out to collect firewood. Once the fire was lit, I sauntered over to Kurosaki and kneeled down beside him. I lifted his shirt and unwrapped the bandage in order to inspect the wound. It wasn't good. The burn was irritated and puffy, yellow and red splotches surrounding the worst of it. I let out a shuddering breath as I realized what this could mean; Ichigo could die.

I jumped to my feet, wincing slightly as the sudden movement agitated my broken ribs, and crawled quickly out of the cave, bringing a bunch of ripped shirt strips with me. I soaked the makeshift rags in the cool stream water before wringing them out, and bringing them back into the cave. I lay one rag on Ichigo's forehead and set the others aside. Then, I grabbed as many empty water bottles as I could and filled them up as well. When I was done collecting water, I went over to my bag and dug around for the Ibuprofin that I had. Since I didn't have any antibiotics that could fight the infection, the only thing I could do was help make Ichigo as comfortable as possible. Finding the bottle I returned to Ichigo's side, where I sat for the rest of the night, changing out the rags on his forehead.

What the hell was I going to do?


Shinji POV

Nnoitra kept calling me Marcus. I played along , laughing inwardly at how idiotic he was; the whole 'pirates verses robots' ploy was just an added bonus. I was dehydrated, but at least I wasn't having hallucinations. I turned and grinned at Loki, and he snickered back in response. However, we stopped laughing when we arrived at the end of the grassy sea.

In my dehydrated state of delusion, I vaguely realized what I was looking at. Men dressed in nothing but raggedy pants labored away in the fields, while another group of men in heavy-plated armor watched menacingly, equipped with machetes, bows, and even guns. I tried desperately to rationalize what I was looking at as a figment of my imagination, however the look Nnoitra gave me put those suspicions to rest. There were people on this island, and they participated in slavery. It was a shock to see such an outdated concept such as forced labor, not to mention the medieval weaponry and apparent lack of technology, save the guns. I mean what the hell? They had guns, and not just simple muskets and pistols, but high-grade military weaponry. How the hell did they get them?

I looked over at Nnoitra, "This doesn't look good." He nodded grimly at me.

"I know, the pirates need our help. We should get back to base and plan out an infiltration strategy. " With that said the lanky man turned around and started back through the grass.

"Wait, Nnoitra, come back." I hissed. His plan to barge in and ask questions later, was not one I was comfortable with. However the stupid man was already gone, and I sighed in exasperation before looking at Loki.

"He never fucking listens to me." Loki nodded sympathetically.

"I know the feeling man. If ya want I'll maim him for ya?" he looked at me hopefully, but I shook my head reluctantly.

"Nah, not worth the effort." With that said we followed Nnoitra back to 'base'.

By the time I caught up with Nnoitra, I was panting wit exhaustion, and my lungs were screaming for some high-quality H2O. Nnoitra was hard at work, making spears out of sticks. I wondered fleetingly if he forgot he had guns, but waved that off as a stupid question. He wouldn't forget something like that…right?

"Uhh…hey Nnoi?" he didn't respond. "Nnoi?" I prodded him in the mid-section, earning a squeal and then a glare.

"Not now Marcus, daddy's busy." Ew. That's…so fucking disturbing. I think i might actually barf. Nnoi, a father? Oh God, if I had anything in my stomach it would have been expelled right then.

"Right, well, I'm gonna catch some Z's, so…" I lay down on the uncomfortable ground and closed my eyes.

I wondered where Loki ran off to as I drifted off to sleep.


Grimmjow POV

I put my last cigarette to my lips and lit it up, quickly taking a long pull from it. I sat outside the cave, watching as the sky grew lighter with the waking sun. Birds sang endless tunes, insects chirped and buzzed lively, the world was ready for a new day. I sighed heavily, taking in another pull of smoke. Ichigo's condition was worsening, and I feared the worst. I tried so hard to push him away, to hate him, yet I knew I couldn't. I had a softball-sized lump in my throat, that wouldn't go away no matter how many times I swallowed. I could feel myself losing it, Ichigo's ailment heavy on my mind…Ichigo? I wonder when I started to call him that. Though I've only known him a few days, I've undeniably grown fond of the berry. There was just something about him, some force beyond my comprehension, that was drawing me in, like a fish to a bait hook. My efforts at distancing myself from Ichigo failed. Though, if I were being honest, I didn't really try very hard in the first place. And now? Now Ichigo was dying, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to help him. He was going to die, and I was going to have to watch. I was supposed to hate him. If I hated him, his death wouldn't bother me…

I realised then that I don't hate Ichigo. What I hate is that I care. I care about what he did, and not because it was Kensei, no I'm long over him, but because I was so similar to him that it scared me. He represented the dark part of me, the part that wanted to kill the man who killed my mother, that I still had to fight daily. I feel closer to Kurosaki than anyone else, and I barely know him. I hate that he took away my chance for revenge and justice, killing Kensei when I wanted so badly for him to rot in prison. I'm angry and disappointed at his actions and hate the fact that he succumbed to his inner demons. He let his hatred control him and it ruined his life. I was scared that I would get too attached to Ichigo, maybe even fall for him, and that I'd be left behind to pick up the pieces of my destroyed heart once again. I don't think I could handle it, if that happened. But even with all that said, all those reasons for staying distant, I was still getting closer to him.

The lump in my throat was getting bigger. I blinked rapidly, on the verge of losing it. The thought of losing Ichigo hurt. It hurt more than I thought it would. It hurt more than a bullet to the chest or a knife in the back. It even hurt more than Kensei's betrayal, and that is saying something. I took deep ragged breathes, trying to calm myself down. When the hell did I get so attached to him? I didn't even notice it happening. I didn't stand a chance at stopping it. And now, I was going to be left behind. Alone. Again.

An uncontrollable feeling of rage and excruciating pain consumed me so suddenly, it was like I was hit by a train. I stood up without thinking, screaming and cursing at the world, at Kami. I needed to hit something, anything. I needed to vent, my anger was quickly boiling over.

I punched the closest tree.

Once.

Twice.

I felt my knuckles cracking.

I kept punching.

Again, and again, and again.

Blood ran down my arm in streams.

I kept punching.

Harder, and harder, and harder.

My hand was numb.

I hit my head against the bloody tree trunk, before sliding down onto my knees. Everything hurt, except my hand that is.


Nnoitra POV

"Marcus, wake up." I gently shook my lovely friend awake. "Marcus, c'mon, get up." he lets out a loud groan and shifts to face me.

"Shut up Nnoitra, I'm not fucking Marcus."

I chuckle, "Marcus, always the joker. HAHA. Anyway come on, get up. We've got ta go save the pirates from Davy Jones' locka' " I adopted a heavy British accent just for affect. Marcus rolled his eyes and then pouted, "I'm so fucking thirsty" he choked back a pained sob, and the smile left my face. The seriousness of our situation came crashing back to me; Marcus and I were alone on an island inhabited by dangerous robots, and we were dying of dehydration. The fruit and food we've managed to scavenge has done little to quench our thirst. Then, suddenly, a thought popped into my head, and I look down at Marcus confused.

"Hey Marcus?"

"Hmm?"

"Where is Shinji?"

All I got for response was an agrivated grunt. Well, shit, someone's started his period… I wonder how that would work: a spoon cycle.

I stand up then. "Shinji must have been taken by the robots! We must make haste. 'Tis the third day; we ride for Gondor, and war!" I assumed a heroic pose for dramatic affect, one of my wooden spears thrust in the air. Marcus stared at me blankly.

"What?"

"Oh come on, Marcus, Lord of the Rings!"

"Ohh…that's…gay." I glared angrily at him, aiming my sharpened stick at his head.

"Now, I've never hit a spoon before, but I will fucking hurt you." Laser beams shot out of my eyes with the intensity of my gaze. No one, NO ONE, calls LOTR names; especially names with inaccurate and slightly offensive connotations.

"Now, get the fuck up." I turn on my heel and head towards the pirate-enslavement camp, armed with my spear and my fists.

Mo POV

Loud cries outside the den, woke me up. I unwrapped my tail from around my body, as I sat up and tilted my head towards the entrance of the den. I heard the familiar voice of the blue-furred human, Grimmjow, marred with so much anguish that I shivered. I wonder what was troubling the alpha male*. Curious, I jumped out of my spot in his alien rucksack, and bounded out of the den. Outside, I saw Grimmjow on his knees, with his head resting on the trunk of a tree. His chest was heaving, and I saw a red liquid dripping from one of his hands. Is that…blood? I approached the man, creeping along until I was right next to his right knee. His eyes were open, and he stared at me while I stared back. I could see pain in the depths of his eyes. It looked so foreign on the alpha's face.

That just wouldn't do. I jumped up into his lap, startling him enough, that he fell back on his ass. Perfect.

"What the fuck, Mo?" he growled at me using my recently appointed name. I liked my new name, it beats 'fucker' any day. I ignored him and jumped up on his shoulder, than all the way up onto his head, nestling into the soft blue fur there. Once I was comfortable, I curled my tail around my body and rested on his head.

At this point, you may be wondering how I understand these humans. The answer is simple really. Thousands of years ago, Isis, the queen of the creatures on the island, gave us the ability to understand all human and animal speech. It blessed us with the ability for harmony between species, but we soon realized that, though we could understand the humans, they couldn't understand us. Only Isis has that ability. So, though I would love to speak to my new alpha, I can't. Though, you know, actions do speak louder than words.

"You've got ta be fucking kidding me." Grimmjow muttered, but he let me stay where I was. He stood up and walked towards the den, climbing down into it. I held on to his fur for balance , so that I wouldn't fall. Grimmjow went to the back of the den, where he sat down with his back against the earthy wall. I looked over at the other male, Ichigo. He looked like he was sick, and I couldn't help but remember how my own troop left me to die after the storm. Bastards. Watching Grimmjow take care of Ichigo, though, made me feel a lot better about my new troop. Feeling safe and comfy, I closed my eyes and drifted off.


Grimmjow POV

She's doing this on purpose… I swear to all thats holy, that she's doing this just to spite me. I glared into space as I sat against the cave wall, a small creature molesting the top of my head. Every time I shifted, Mo would pull my hair, as if to say, 'keep still.' Because of this, I couldn't lay down or sleep, instead I had to sit there and be some animals bitch. Finally, I had enough, picking up the sleeping lemur, and laying her on my lap instead of my head. She whined in protest, opening her large eyes to glare up at me.

"Yeah? Well, screw you, too." I growled before sliding down into a comfortable position on the ground. I lay there, staring at the light dancing on Ichigo's pale face; the lack of color was disconcerting. I studied his features unconsciously. Long eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, and damp, orange locks framed his angelic face. His mouth was slightly parted, shallow breaths escaping those ample lips. I imagined what they would feel like against the pad of my thumb, wondered how it would feel to press my lips against his, our tongues engaged in a sensual dance. I imagined what he would taste like as I delved my tongue deeper into the hot cavern, making him moan into my mouth. I snapped out of my reverie when I felt heat pooling in my groin. I averted my gaze from his face, taking deep breaths to calm down my raging libido. I rolled over, so that I faced the wall, Mo growling in protest as I shifted her onto the floor in front of me. Then, I closed my eyes, trying to get in a few hours of sleep.

I woke up a few hours later to see two giant orbs watching me intently. Mo was a few inches away from my face. She was so close, I could detect the earthy scent of her fur and hear every breath she took. She was looking at me intently, like she was trying to tell me something.

"What?" I mumbled out. As if she knew what I was asking, she jumped over me running towards the sleeping berry. I sat up, feeling a sudden jolt of pain lance through my left hand. Holy fuck that hurt. Gritting my teeth, I looked over at Ichigo in confusion, until my eyes widened in shock at what I saw. If possible, Ichigo was even paler than this morning, his skin was a pasty white and sweat dripped off of him like water-droplets in pouring rain. I could hear his labored breaths from my spot across the cave, and I watched as his cheat heaved with the effort it took to take in the precious oxygen.

Forgetting my injured hand, I crawled quickly over to him, pulling him up into my arms, his head resting on my chest.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." I cursed as I grabbed a bottle of water and a rag with my free hand. I poured the water onto the rag and brought it to Ichigo's face, wiping the sweat and grime off. Ichigo's body heat was scalding, easily over 105 degrees fahrenheit.

"Ichigo, come on, wake up." I lightly smacked his cheek in an attempt to wake him up , but I got no reaction. My chest tightened painfully, as fear pumped through my veins. I needed to cool him down, and quickly, so I picked him up and brought him outside to the stream. I lay him down on the bank before stripping him down to his underwear. I then retrieved the wet rag, dipping it into the water and wringing it out, before wiping down Ichigo's body.

"Come on Ichigo, wake up." I slapped him lightly, hoping for a response, but I there was none. His fever had barely gone down, even with him practically dripping with water, and I was quickly losing faith that he would ever wake up.

"WAKE UP GOD DAMN IT!" I suddenly lost my temper, grabbing the nearest rock and throwing it as hard as I could into the jungle across the stream. A bird flew out from under the brush, squawking madly as it flapped its purple-tipped wings.


Shinji POV

"AHHHHHHHH!" Nnoitra's battle cry was so fucking annoying. And stupid. Because, seriously, he just gave away our position, and now there are about ten guns pointed at us. Not cool. Did I mention Nnoitra's stupid? I looked over at Loki in exasperation as I held my hands up in surrender.

"Do you see the shit I have to put up with?" he nodded to me.

"Should'a let me send him through a wormhole man." I nodded, "I know, I know, I hoped he would calm down though."

"Hey Marcus, who are you talking' too?" Nnoitra hissed over at me. He also had his hands in the air.

"None of your business, you ass. This is your fault. And, for God's sake I'm Shinji, not Marcus." Nnoitra clucked at me disapprovingly.

"Marcus, this is no time to joke, Shinji could be in danger." What. the. fuck. I hate him. Remember that brief exchange of sweetness between us? Yeah, forget that shit, this mother fucker's dead. With that said, I jumped on his ass and started pounding my fist into his face.

"This… is all… your.. .FAULT!" I kept on hitting him until I was pulled off by an armored hand. Before the guard could do anything, however, I collapsed from exhaustion. The lack of water finally taking its toll. I blacked out as large figures surrounded us.


Mo's POV

I watched as the alpha threw a rock in frustration. The rock landed somewhere across the stream, disturbing a bird and causing it to take flight. The bird was familiar, mostly white except for the purple tinge on the tips of its feathers. Was that… Nut*? I stared in shock as Queen Isis' bird flew away. If Nut was around then that meant Isis was too. I looked around, searching for her frantically, knowing that if she was around, then Ichigo was in luck.

As if on que, a tall woman with long, wavy, brown hair and large brown eyes stepping out of the trees across the stream. The woman's wavy brown hair was pulled back from her face, soft bangs swept across her forehead. A black mask made of cloth covered the lower half of her face, wrapping around her neck and ending in a pool of fabric around her shoulders. She wore what appeared to be a human bathing suit. The white suit covered her entire torso leaving only her arms and legs bare. Fringe with clinking lavender beads swayed as she walked towards the human, her bare feet moving quietly across the forest floor. The alpha stilled, tense with shock and mistrust. I, on the other hand, bounced for joy.

"Queen Isis, Queen Isis, YAY YAY, Queen Isis." I jumped in circles around Grimmjow while I sang out my excitement.

"What the shit?" Grimmjow stared down at me as I frolicked around, then he glanced up at Queen Isis.

"Who the fuck are you?" I froze, jaw dropping in horror, before my whole body went rigid, and I fell to the ground, my limbs twitching occasionally. I may or may not be foaming a little as well. I couldn't believe Grimmjow just spoke to my lady with such disrespect. However, Queen Isis only smiled.

"Hello, my name is Isis. And might I inquire what you are called?" Grimmjow glared daggers into the eloquent woman before muttering his name. Isis smiled warmly before gracefully walking across the stream to stand in front of us. Not able to contain myself any longer, I squealed and jumped up onto Isis' shoulder.

"Queen Isis, Queen Isis, it's so good to see you!" her laughter was music to my ears , and she looked at me fondly.

"Why hello there, its good to see you too." Isis reached up, and scratched me behind my ears. I purred in delight, ready to lay down and take a nap, when I heard a growl coming from the alpha. Ah, I knew he wanted all of my attention for himself.

"What the hell is going on? How the fuck are you on this island?" Grimmjow looked confused and frustrated.

"Well, Grimmjow, I live on this island." The alpha's jaw dropped. I wondered, fleetingly, if I could fit into his mouth.

"…The hell? By yourself?" Isis shook her head.

"I live in the palace with my family." I swear if the alpha opened his eyes any wider, they'd fall out of his eye sockets.

"Palace?" Isis nodded.

"With your family?" another nod.

"Is there, any one else? Besides you and your family I mean."

"Of course."

"How?" Grimmjow looked dumbfounded.

"Well, its called civilization. I don't know if you've heard of it, but its when a bunch of people get tog…"

"I know what a fucking civilization is, ass hole, I mean how is there an undiscovered city, town, palace... whatever, that the world doesn't know about?"

"Well, I suppose its because we are known only by your world leaders. We are a secretive people, and so on our queen's request, the leaders of your world have kindly kept us off the maps."

"I don't fucking…what the fucking fuck…who the fuck…how did you fuckers…FUCK!" Grimmjow literally threw his head back and screamed at the sky. Isis sighed, and turned to look at me.

"He doesn't have very good manners, does he Mo?" I shook my head.

"Sorry Queen Isis, but Grimm-chan is having a tough day!" I looked over at the alpha, only to find him glaring at me suspiciously.

"Why's that?"

"Hey…" I talked over the aggravated man.

"Well see, his mate is dying. I smelled an infection in one of his wounds. He doesn't have long, I tell ya. Grimm-chan is really broken up about it."

"Hey..."

"Oh dear, that's horrible." she spoke sadly. I nodded in agreement, before perking up as a thought struck me.

"hey!…"

"Wait! Queen Isis, can't ya heal him?" I turned my biggest puppy eyes on her. "See, even though I'm jealous of Ichi, I want him to live, cause Grimm-chan would be sad if he died." Isis looked at me.

"I guess I…"

"HEY!" Grimmjow bellowed like a ferocious rhinoceros. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Isis looked over at Grimm calmly.

"Can't you see I'm having a conversation here? Its rude to interrupt like that."

"You're talking to a fuckin' lemur!"

"Point?"

"She can't understand you!"

"Well actually, she can." Grimmjow looked confused.

"How?"

"Because, I gave her the power to understand human speech, and since I understand animal speech, we can communicate."

"How the fuck did you give her the power to do that?" Queen Isis only smiled.

"Some things are too complex, for a simple minded neanderthal like you. Now, where is this Ichi, Mo speaks so fondly of?" I could see the tick forming on Grimmjow's forehead.


Grimmjow POV

Neanderthal? Fuckin' seriously? And how did she know about Ichigo? I looked at the lemur perched on the crazy lady's shoulder. Mo looked at me as if to say 'Don't worry, I got this.' ...Fucking dick.

I watched in disbelief as Mo squeaked in Isis' ear and then jumped down, running towards the cave with Isis following closely behind. What. The. Shit. I followed the crazies into the cave. Inside, Isis was kneeling beside Ichigo with her hand resting on the side of his head.

"Oh dear…" she muttered to herself. Mo sat on the other side of Ichigo, squeaking obnoxiously.

"Hey woman! What are ya gonna do to him?" I watched as her hand travelled down to Ichigo's waist, where the infection started. Despite myself, I couldn't suppress the growl that bubbled up from my throat; she was getting too touchy. The native looked up at me, smiling.

"Don't fret Grimmjow, I'm just going to cure your lover of his affliction." I blanched.

"He's not my…"

"While I'm at it, are there any injuries on you, that should be healed?" She looked over at me knowingly. Subconsciously, I moved my arm to hide my broken ribs.

"I'm fine." She stared at me before turning back to Ichigo.

"How are you gonna heal him anyway?"

"Like this." Isis placed her hand over Ichigo's wound, before spouting out a phrase in a dialect I couldn't place. I stepped closer, watching in amazement as Ichigo's whole body started heating up, almost as if his body temperature was rising. His skin turned red with a faint afterglow. After a few minutes of chanting, Isis took her hand off of Ichigo and looked up at me.

"He's cured." I crouched down over Ichigo, staring in disbelief. His skin was flawless, not a single cut was left on his body. In place of the major wounds on his abdomen and forehead were small pink scars. I looked up at Isis.

"It's not possible." I whispered. "How the hell did you…" I was lost for words. Isis smiled knowingly.

"I sped up the rejuvenation process of the body by speeding up the Mitosis process. At the same time I tripled the amount of white blood cells fighting the infection in his body. It was simple, really." I just stared at her.

"Talking to annoying lemurs and now healing a dying man… what the fuck are you?"

Isis rolled her eyes. "I'm human of course."

"Then how the hell do you have these… these… Powers?" Isis sighed.

"Enough. I've shown you too much, already." I glared at her, but before I could say anything she grabbed my injured hand, muttering again in that unknown language. The pain in my hand slowly receded to she looked up at me sternly.

"Now, you will tell me how and why you are on Kyrochitten." I watched her for a few seconds, judging whether or not I should tell her.

"I suggest you tell me what I want to know. If the king were to find out you were here, it would not bode well for you. I do not make it a habit of sending people to their deaths, but I will if I must." That sounded…unpleasant. I sighed and nodded, not wanting to start anything with these empowered natives. If this woman had such intense and mind-boggling powers, I shudder to think what her king is capable of. While telling her about the crash, I left out the part about Ichigo being a wanted criminal; it wouldn't be a good idea to give her the impression that either of us were dangerous. I told her about the crash, waking up on the beach, and Ichigo's fight to survive. At the end, she looked sympathetic and deeply troubled by our situation.

"I can't imagine how awful that must have been for you. Oh, I wish I could do more for you." She shook her head sadly.

"Well, can we come with you back to your home? Maybe we would..."

"No! No, you mustn't be found by the others. They will not take kindly to you, no matter how unfortunate your plight. Our people can be very… hostile towards outsiders."

"Oh…why?" she shook her head, whether it be because she didn't know or couldn't tell me, I didn't know. "Okay then. What do you suggest?" She looked up at me.

"Don't get caught. Now, are you going to let me heel those ribs or should do it while you're sleeping?"


Shinji POV

I'm alive. I suppose I should be relieved, but honestly the thought is just exhausting. My senses start to awaken slowly, hearing being on the first to reawaken. I could hear insects as they buzzed around, the splashing of water, and the soft murmuring of voices. I opened my heavy eyelids only to find myself staring up at a dark, wood-paneled ceiling. What? I blinked, trying to escape my delirium. There can't be a ceiling, because a ceiling would mean a building, which would also mean civilization. Which of course is impossible, since I'm on an island in the middle of the ocean. That's when I realized how comfortable I was. I was laying on something incredibly soft and fluffy. Looking down, I found that I was laying on a bed. Not a pile of hey or animal skins, but an honest-to-God, full-sized, wooden framed, four-post bed complete with a comfy quilted mattress. It was dingy and old, but it was still a bad. I sat up quickly, confused and disoriented, when movement from the corner of the room caught my eye.

A young woman was standing quietly in the corner, eyeing me curiously. We looked at each other for a few moments before she opened her mouth to speak.

"Hello Shinji." My jaw dropped in shock. Not only was it surprising that she spoke English, it was even more of a shock that she knew my name.

"How…?" I struggled for the right words, but she seemed to understand my question.

"Your friend told me your name." She smiled kindly at me and approached me. She was holding a wooden bowl in her hands, and when she reached me, she held it out for me.

"Drink. You are severely dehydrated." I grabbed the bowl and gulped down the nectar within. When I was finished, she took the bowl from me.

"N-Nnoi…where i-is he?" My voice was scratchy, and I stumbled slightly over the words.

"He's outside. Shall I bring him in?" I nodded and she smiled. "I'll just go and refill this, alright?" I nodded and thanked her before relaxing back into the bed, waiting of Nnoitra.

A few minutes later the woman was back with a refilled bowl and the annoying pirate in tow. I was to exhausted to flick him off, so I settled for glaring instead. He looked at me sheepishly before looking away and scratching the back of his head. Pussy.

"Here you go, hun." The woman handed my the bowl and I drank some more water, slower this time. She smiled at me before leaving, giving Nnoitra and I some privacy. I looked at him. The guilt in his eyes was evident, but I could also see hint of worry in them.

"Shinji, I-"

"Shut up." I interrupted him.

"But, Shinj-."

"Nnoi, I don't want to hear apologies." He shut his mouth and looked down. "I just want to know where we are, who these people are, and how they got here." Nnoitra looked back up at me.

"Well…" before Nnoitra could say anything, two people walked into the room. There was a man and a woman, both of them were grimy and dirty, yet their clothes looked eerily familiar. Wait!

"Hey, you're the hostess of our plane!" I stared at the woman in shock, and she smiled tiredly. I looked at the man. He must have been around fifty years old, wearing the traditional pilot uniform, although now it was torn and grungy. His face was drawn and sunken, as if his life was being sucked out of him. His hair was grey and balding and he had a noticeable slouch. The two approached the bed and looked down at me, as I stared back. The man said three words to me

"Welcome to hell."


*Suppanuki-Exposure in Japanese

**the farthest they went was kissing, cause I just can't see 13 year old babies having sex *shivers*

***Mo sees Grimm as the leader and her alpha, since lemurs live in troops.

*Nut-Egyptian goddess of the sky; In our story, she is Isis' loyal companion.