Aizen's "Pet"
Chapter 6. Psychobabble
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So this was what Aizen had been planning all along. Lillith hadn't been lying when she'd told Grimmjow that she wasn't running from Aizen. It wasn't possible. Everywhere in the castle she felt him watching, felt his dark brown eyes on her skin, raising the fine hairs on her arms. Sometimes, she'd cross her arms over her chest and look behind where she stood in the middle of an empty hallway, expecting him to be standing there with that damnable smile. He'd hold his hand out to her, and she'd go. Just like that. Because more than one life hung in the balance if she didn't.
He haunted her dreams, too. Turning them into nightmares, pitching her awake, choking and gasping, her cheeks wet with fresh tears. The pillows and sheets had always been thrown onto the floor in her frenzy, her arms and legs having kicked them off.
She knew she couldn't hide, couldn't run from the man as long as she remained in Hueco Mundo. No, even then, even if she had managed to escape from this place, and he'd make sure she couldn't, from the place of her birth, he'd follow her even then. Haunting her until she came running back, begging for peace of mind. The bags beneath her eyes were heavy from a lack of sleep going on days now, her clothes fit loosely on her hips from lack of appetite, and her eyes grew wide and wild at every sound made within a couple of meters away, big or small.
But he'd been too quiet, too aloof. He'd never been standing behind her in those hallways, had never been waiting behind closed doorways, had never been standing by her bedside, watching, when she woke up from the nightmares. She knew he was watching, but he was never there. He'd been keeping his distance, and though she despised the man, she wished he wouldn't. It had been keeping her even more on her toes, had been racking around in her brain for weeks now, never resting.
It wasn't normal for him to just let go of something he couldn't have.
And he hadn't. Lillith watched in horror as the blood of Gin and Grimmjow splashed in pools on the white sand of Hueco Mundo. Gin's sword shot out again and again, faster than a bullet, faster than the eyes could see, but Grimmjow was somehow keeping with it. His sharp ears prickling with each movement of the blade as he shot towards him on all fours, his body covered in a white, shield-like covering.
This was it. They were going to kill each other. She couldn't believe that Grimmjow had gotten all riled up about the fact that she and Gin had slept together. She hadn't believed it herself, really, the fact that it happened. He'd been there when she'd had the nightmares, had held her tight as she rocked back and forth until she'd fallen back asleep. Or lately, until the tears had stopped falling. It was easy enough to be strong in front of Aizen, to act as if what he'd done to her had had no effect on her whatsoever. But behind closed doors, everything that she had worked so hard to keep buried came tumbling out as soon as she was most vulnerable. And that had always been while she was sleeping. And one night, while she'd been struggling to fall back asleep, it just happened.
But then again, so did the kiss with Grimmjow.
Was that why Gin was fighting with him, now? There wasn't any other reason she could think of other than that; Gin was not one to easily pick up his sword. It had taken her quite a bit of persuading just to get him to use it to help her train. But it was just a kiss. And sex was just sex, right?
She felt something could and wet hit her cheek with a soft splat. She dragged her fingers to her face, half expecting it to be a stray tear, from what, she wasn't sure. But when she pulled back her hand, her fingers were covered with sticky, crimson blood. She felt her eyes burn as she watched the two move back and forth, a mere few yards in front of her and Nel.
Her fingers were still raw from earlier, but this couldn't possibly go on. Her legs wobbled as she stood. Nel stood with her, and for a moment she was afraid that she wouldn't let her go, wouldn't release the grip she'd had on her arms, but she let go, opened her hands and let them fall to her sides. The threads began to form at her fingertips, and she crossed her hands, one in front of the other before her. She took a deep breath-,
"I hope you're not planning on stopping them."
Her hands fell from her line of vision as the voice that had been keeping her from the throws of sleep rang in both of her ears. She felt her head turn but stopped it, knowing who stood behind her. For real, this time. There was a soft crunch of sand as he walked towards her, his arms wrapping tightly about her naked mid section, his lips at her left ear, a whisper away from nibbling on the lobe. She looked around. Nel had disappeared, as they'd both discussed many nights ago. She dared to breathe a little sigh of relief. She'd keep as many people alive as she could.
No doubt the two espada standing to either side of her would make that as difficult as possible for her. She looked from Ulquiorra to Barragan and back to Ulquiorra. What was up with him and Grimmjow, anyhow? How could two people seem so close one moment, and then the next they were at each other's throats? And why was he such a lapdog to Aizen?
The two in front of her hadn't seemed to notice Aizen's sudden presence, or if they had, they hadn't seemed to care. They'd kept fighting, a splotch of blood staining the sand by her feet. She took a step back and instantly regretted it; she'd backed right into Aizen's member, which was noticeably erect.
She felt her face as it twisted up in disgust.
"What do you want, Aizen? I thought you weren't coming after me anymore."
He chuckled, the small vibrations running from her backside to her chest. Her eyes fell to a close, and she bit her lip. Why wouldn't he just let her go?
"No you didn't. You couldn't possibly have thought that. Because your little challenge for me to come find you anytime I wanted was simply too good to pass up." He paused, readjusting himself from where he stood behind her, but never releasing his hold. "Which you knew."
His hand drifted to her breasts, sliding smoothly over each one, the skin of both and his fingers separated only by a thin piece of fabric. Her eyes tightened, she knew he was going to rip it even before he did, and as he did, his other hand, still keeping tight hold on her, slid down the front of her pants, slipping easily beneath the waistband.
Her breath was becoming louder and stronger with every movement he'd been making, and now with each flicker of his wrists, one moving quickly between her legs, and the other as it lazily circled her nipples, back and forth, over and over. She felt herself slump into him, too exhausted to fight back, to try to free herself.
"Good girl. This little game of yours has been going on for long enough, don't you think? I let you roam around my castle, free of my advances for weeks now. If anything, I'd say I've done you a bit of a favor, wouldn't you?"
Of course not. It was exactly because of that that she hadn't been able to rest.
Both of his hands had sped up and she was panting now, as ashamed as she was of it, warm blood burning at her cheeks. The two standing beside them paid no attention, though she knew they knew what was going on. If Ulquiorra had any capability of showing any emotion at all, she knew he'd be smiling at the absurdity of it all.
Because Ulquiorra was simply a jackass like that.
"Now, why don't you say we go back and finish this up, hm? I have the perfect place in mind, and it will allow us as much time as we'd like. It's been weeks, after all-,"
A blur of green and pale flesh took out first Barragan, and then Ulquiorra. Nel stood from where she'd landed onto Ulquiorra, now passed out on the ground, and disappeared from sight. Lillith felt the familiar pull of a thread being pulled from her finger, and knew that Neliel had done it. She had successfully trapped Aizen. Aizen hadn't released his hold on Lillith, but he had paused in what he was doing, a faint look of surprise on his face.
How had she been able to sneak up on the both of them without being noticed first?
Before he could come up with some sarcastic way of asking this, however, a glint of silver appeared on the left, taking out half a turret of the castle and holding there, and then on the right, slicing into Aizen's cheek. Gin and Grimmjow stood beside each other, facing the two of them, arms out and holding their swords.
Grimmjow's sword sliced deeper into his cheek. "That's as far as you go, damn it."
Gin's eyes were completely open, glowering with shades of gold and icy blue.
