Yo! Long chapter ahead! *laughs*

Disclaimer: Not gonna deny it. Bleach is Tite Kubo's.


Blue eyes opened to complete darkness, and a tired groan cut through the silence. As he pushed himself into an upright position, he felt a weird tingle at the base of his spine and sighed. That monster had raped him again... and this time he'd enjoyed it. It had even felt... consensual. He made an inquisitive grunt when he noticed something rubbing against his throat. He grabbed it and gave it a curt tug. It was a collar. Sick fucker.

His night-vision finally kicked in, and he glared at the prone lump sleeping peacefully next to him.

Guard totally down.

Grimm let out a breath of anticipation; Aizen appeared to be out cold, the light snoring was a testament to that. He swallowed the lump in his throat and gripped the blankets covering the other's head.

This was his chance, but what could he actually do? Strangle him? Suffocate him with a pillow? Bash his head in?

Fuck, I never really thought I'd get a chance like this! I don't have a plan. But even so... it's now or never. His hand shook as he gripped the thick cloth. Do I even want to do this anymore? Do I still want to kill him? Grimm shook his head, forcing away the conflicting thoughts. He pulled the blanket back and raise a fist. He paused before he could throw a punch to the other's cranium. "Starrk."

"Disappointed?"

Grimmjow flinched and turned around towards the door. There the monster of the hour stood, proud and wearing nothing but loose night pants. Aizen sauntered in as Grimm took a quick look around. He groaned. He was in the "pet room", not Aizen's bedroom.

Aizen placed a teasing hand in Grimmjow's tresses. "I like you, Kitty, I really do, but it's a hundred years too early for you to think I'd let my guard down around you." The grasp on Grimm's hair tightened, and Aizen yanked his head back into a painful 90 degree angle. He attacked Grimm's lips before the unfortunate man could even grumble an "Ow."

The master pressed his pet against the mattress and moaned as he continued to assault his pet's lips. Aizen urged his tongue past Grimm's lips and began exploring the man's mouth; forcing his tongue deeper and deeper inside. They were both gasping when the kiss finally broke.

Aizen made a pleased grunt and gently rubbed noses. "This is why I put you in a different bed. I'm still on a bit of a... sex high. If I'd kept you in the same bed as me, I would have probably woken you with a nice hard tendril in your ass. I may still do that, however."

"Speaking so wantonly in front of me. That's asking for another round." Starrk grumbled, the small commotion having woken him.

Grimm angled his head awkwardly so he could look at the other pet, who rubbed his eyes as he looked Grimm over. Starrk yawned in his face and moved closer to Aizen.

Aizen put up a hand, ceasing Starrk's approach. "Work your lips on this one instead."

Starrk peered down at Grimmjow. With a shrug he leaned down and pressed his lips to Grimm's. He kissed leisurely, but passionately, a total opposite of Aizen's wild and demanding kiss, however, just like with Aizen, Grimm was unsure of what to do when Starrk's tongue plunged in. The warm muscle played with Grimm's submissive one, begging for a dance. Grimm hesitantly obliged.

Starrk pulled the blankets off of them both and climbed on top of Grimm. Grimm moaned into the lethargic man's mouth when he felt a prodding. Starrk wasted no time in sheathing his length inside of Grimm, and ground their lower halves together.

Grimm broke the kiss, but Starrk nibbled on his neck instead. "Hnn! Yah can't- ah!- just go in dry like that! Ugh!"

"Sorry," Starrk murmured, continuing to grind and thrust into the man. He hooked his arm under Grimm's leg allowing himself deeper penetration. He thrust harder eliciting loud moans from them both.

The moans turned to yelps when Aizen suddenly wrapped a tentacle around Starrk and pulled him away. Aizen laid him on the bed next to Grimmjow. Both humans sat up and looked to their master."As much as I love seeing my wild kitty dominated by you, Starrk, I'd much rather see him in a more... active position." He nudged Grimm towards Starrk with the tendril. "Go ahead, hop on."

Grimmjow flushed, and glared at the tentacled man. "You can't be serious!"

"I assure you, I'm very serious. Give Starrk a little ride. Better yet, face me while you do it so I can see your face." He stroked Grimm's cheek with his extra limb. "How I love the face you make when your ass is filled~"

Grimmjow was taken aback. Has he always been this dirty?! No way, I've never seen him do anything like this.

Groaning, Starrk sat up and scratched his head. "Well aren't you in rare form, Master..." He grabbed Grimm's wrist and tried to tug him onto his lap. "C'mon, there's no stopping him when he gets like this."

Grimm resisted. "What do you mean 'gets like this'?"

"It happens every so often, Master Aizen just goes into a rut and he just wants nothing but to feed his hunger for sex. Last time this happened, I had to have a threesome with Lord Gin and Sir Ulquiorra." With a quick yank he had the second pet in his lap. Grimm fought back as Starrk forced his knees up and slid his dick back inside him. "And last time Lord Gin got like this, Master Aizen couldn't get him out of his lap for three days."

"I couldn't just deny him," Aizen murmured, shaking his head dismissively. "Poor Gin would've fucked himself with his own tentacles, and that's just wrong."

Grimm shuddered at the image his mind conjured up. He gasped as Starrk gave a quick thrust, and then guided Grimmjow up and down his shaft with firm hands on the other's hips.

"Hands off, Starrk. I want Kitty to do the work."

Starrk removed his hands with a "Yes, sir," and laid back down, supporting his head with his hands.

"You don't really expect me to do this, do you?" Grimm scowled at the pleased nod the monster gave him, but moved onto his knees nonetheless. He set his jaw and lowered himself on Starrk. He stifled a moan and did it again.

He bounced up and down, impaling himself over and over on the hard meat stick, and enjoying himself more each time it brushed his prostate. He lost himself after a while and he moved faster, throwing himself down harder with every plunge. He opened his mouth and moans flowed out uninhibited. Lips attacked his and he opened his eyes wide.

"Mmm, don't mind me," Aizen whispered huskily. He reached down and began roughly jerking Grimm off. "Continue." With a pleased moan both tongues entered battle, that the master easily won. Grimm wrapped his arms around the demon's neck as he continued to ride Starrk driving himself towards his climax.

Starrk suddenly grabbed Grimm's thighs and held him still as he screamed through his release. Grimm shivered in ecstasy as the warm spurts of jism filled him and overflowed, and moaned in loss as he felt the man grow soft within him. With one last sigh, Starrk let go of Grimm's thighs and fell still. He snored lightly.

A whimper of need cut through the air.

Wait was that... me?

Aizen chuckled darkly. "Kitty misses the cock in his ass?" He grabbed his pet's collar and yanked him to the empty end of the bed. He pulled down his pants. "I'll fix that for you." Aizen lined himself up and sheathed himself inside Grimm's warm hole.

He pumped into him at almost a frantic pace, filling the room with the bed's creaks, Grimmjow's moans and lewd squelches. Grimm didn't last long before his muscles locked and he was thrown into a long, laborious climax.

He felt Aizen shiver against his back before filling him with a second set of seed.

They both relaxed into a heap, and Grimm found the weight of his master on his back to be more welcome than annoying. He sighed and thought about following Starrk into Sleepyland as his lids grew heavy.

"Falling asleep? I wanted to go another round."

"You're joking..."

Aizen grunted, amused. "I'll let you rest, I guess." Grimm shivered as Aizen moved away, taking his warmth with him. The bed bounced as he slid off and fixed his trousers. He looked back to his pet and gave him a playful swat on his ass. "I'll be back later."

"Yeah, yeah. Just bring back some wet towels, will yah?"

Aizen chuckled as he left.


Aizen ran his hand through Grimm's soft blue waves as they awaited their evening meal in the meeting room. The wild cat sat on the floor with his head in Aizen's lap enjoying the lulling caress. "How are you feeling?"

Grimm sighed and opened his eyes. "Great now that your weird-ass sex frenzy is over." He shifted and unintentionally nuzzled Aizen's thigh before muttering how tired he was and his surprise to being able to sit.

Aizen smirked. "I wasn't that rough on you, was I?"

"It wasn't whether you were rough or not, but the amount of times you fucked me!"

Aizen chuckled as he mused about the day before. His pets were truly beautiful in bed in his eyes, the way they writhed under his touch and filled the air with such pleasing songs. He'd partaken of both men equally, or simply enjoyed watching them please each other, feeding off of both sexual energies indiscriminately. Now, he brimmed with energy, and felt that he wouldn't need much sex for a while; though maybe he'd still do it recreationally. His pleased musings ended, and he looked towards one of the side entrances as the resident vampire strolled in with Gin on his heels. "Ah, Tosen. Something to report?"

"Yes, I have new results pertaining to-" He paused and seemed to look at Grimm. "Should he be permitted to hear this, sir?"

"No actually, he shouldn't." He leaned over the opposite side of his chair. "You too, Starrk. I'll have Hanataro deliver your meals to the bedroom."

Grimm sighed. "Fine. I was here first, but I know when I'm unwanted." His bones popped as he rose to his feet, and he groaned and stretched.

"AIIZEEEN!"

The room's inhabitants looked towards the main entrance to the loud offender.

A strange yet familiar figure stood there, so pale he'd have blended into the walls if it weren't for his crazed, haunting, black and gold eyes, and his black hakama, the only thing he seemed to be wearing. He wielded a white daito, marred only by the brown smudges of old blood clinging to it. The obviously deranged man was a sight to cringe from indeed, but it was what he clutched in his other hand that caused an almost tangible menacing aura in the room.

Hanataro dangled limply by the neck of his shirt, motionless and unresponsive. His dark hair created a curtain around his head, concealing a wound from which blood dripped to the floor.

He cackled. "Damn, your house is too big." He gave Hana a shake. "I had to abuse this poor kid to find out where you were! But lookie, I found you."

Grimmjow spoke for all when he said, "You freak! What have you done to him?!"

The newcomer cackled again. "Relax, Blue, relax. I just bashed his head against a wall a few too many times. Here I'll wake him up." He switched his hold to the boy's hair, and began roughly shaking the mer-boy.

"What are you doing? Cut that shit out!"

He stopped and Hanataro flailed as he woke up and immediately tried to find his balance. He looked around wildly until his glazed eyes fell upon Aizen and Grimmjow. "Master Aizen... Mr. Grimm..?" He wailed frightfully as he was shook again.

"See? Look, I woke him up." He threw the simpering child forward. "Beat it, kid. I don't need you anymore."

Hanataro failed to catch himself and hit his head on the floor, briefly stunning him. He struggled to his feet and scampered to Grimm with out-stretched arms. He sobbed and clung to the human tightly as Grimmjow shushed him and embraced him back.

"What do you want, Shirosaki?" Aizen addressed coolly. "Why have you trespassed in my domain and assaulted one of my servants?"

Shirosaki twirled his sword, the sharp blade making a sinister whistle, and then scratched his head with the guard. "'What do I want?' That's a stupid question. You should know what I want... Sosuke Aizen." He pointed his daito at the demon. "This is the last time you cross me! You will give back what is mine."

"What are you talking about?"

Shirosaki looked like he was on the verge of losing it, if he hadn't lost it already. "You're... playing dumb? You... you... YOU KNOW WHAT YOU STOLE! GIVE THEM BACK! You took my BROTHER from me! Ruined my reputation. And now you stole my property!"

Gin humphed and stepped forward with a smile that rivaled the intruder's. "By 'property' I'm sure you're referrin' t' my new pets correct?"

Shiro stared at him before grinning. "You must be the one who slaughtered my men and ran off with my slaves, then?"

"Indeed, I am." Gin opened his eyes. "Problem, Shiroi hentai-kun?"

Aizen sighed and looked away, bored. Gin would take care of Shiro easily, he knew this, and so his interest in the raving lunatic had waned. When he looked towards the events taking place before him he caught the longing look in Hanataro's eyes. He beckoned and the boy gave Grimmjow a little squeeze before scrambling to get into his lap. Aizen pet his young servant's head leisurely as Gin and Shiro continued their banter.

He sneered. "Well congratu-fucking-lations, snake-face, you've made it on my list." He pointed his daito at Gin. "But you're still second to your half-breed boss. I'm cutting him down first!"

Flesh-toned appendages sprouted from the second-in-command's back, and swayed threatening as he approached, his smile unwavering. "Mah mah, such confidence. But you'd have t' get through me first, and I'd like t' see you try."

An annoyed grunt came from the albino. "Are you deaf? I said you were second. SECOND! Why are you so eager to die?" He paused when Gin did not answer. "No matter, I'll just cripple you, kill Aizen, and then kill you. Sound like a plan?"

"Sure, let's go with tha'." His tendrils lunged forth and tried to grab Shiro, but the nimble incubus hopped out of the way, and sliced at the limb. The deadly sharp blade barely made a scratch and he was batted away. Gin followed the fallen male around as he batted him about the room; like a cat playing with a rat... just before feasting.

Shiro finally managed to dodge the skillful swipes of the tendrils a drew close to Gin, intending on decapitating him, but he'd failed to account for Gin's skills that did not rely on his extra appendages.

Gin narrowly dodged he swipe at his neck and curved around, cuffing his opponent in the temple and making him see stars. He grabbed the stunned incubus and held him aloft, squeezing him until he dropped his sword. Gin stooped and picked up the fallen weapon which he gave a few test swings before making an appreciative hum. "I like this daito. Hand crafted by another Incubus, right? Mm, yah don' see quality like this very often. I think I'll add it to my collection."

"Gin, end this," Aizen commanded coldly.

"Yes, sir," Gin chirp and pressed the cold metal to Shiro's neck. "Don' worry, I'll take great care of your sword. Now hold still so I can make this as quick as possible."

Shiro snarled and spat at him.

Gin's smile shank and he opened his eyes. He raised the sword high. "I hope you're fine with such an undignified end."

"No, stop please!"

A blur of orange and light blue rushed into the room and towards the throne in which Aizen still sat. The newcomer fell to his knees before Aizen, and spoke again mid-kowtow. "Please, Aizen, I beg of you! Spare my brother!" He placed his forehead on the ground and continued to beg.

Aizen asked that he raise his head and he was able to look at him. It'd been a while since he'd seen the teen's face, and it'd changed over the years. It looked healthier now, his sickly pallor replaced by a healthy glow, and there were no longer dark bags under his chocolate-brown eyes. His bright orange hair was spiky and cut short except for one especially long strand in which five colorful beads dangled. He wore the traditional clothing of an Incubus, long thin robes of a powder blue hue that covered everything but was still easy to pull off. Lastly. a sword of similar make to his brother's hung at his side.

"Ichigo?! Ichigo! You're here!" The pale man lost his murderous demeanor and instead was happy and excited; almost innocent. He wriggled excitedly in Gin's grasp. "I'm so glad! It's been so long and I've missed you so! Tell me-mmph!" Gin silence him with a tendril over the mouth.

"Ichigo, it has been so long," Aizen greeted. "Stand, you have no need to grovel. But tell me: Why should I spare your brother?"

He swiped away tears and looked hopefully to the demon lord. "Please, I realize Shiro has probably wronged you, but surely he does not deserve such a harsh punishment. Allow me to take him home and have him tried for his actions there."

Aizen shifted in his seat. "Oh, I believe others would disagree with you. It was recently brought to my attention that your brother has committed many grievous crimes."

The oranget hung his head in shame. "Yes, I am well aware of Shiro's underground drug ring." He lifted his head. "But that is not a crime that warrants a death penalty, is it?"

"Mah mah, aren't you uninformed."

Ichigo looked to Gin. "What?"

"Your brother has been so very naughty since you two parted all those years ago," he tittered.

A guilty look flashed in Shiro's eyes that his brother caught. "What do you mean?"

"Well, le'see le'see. His drug ring now stretches across th' entire state. He has an underground prostitution ring on top of tha', and all of th' poor dears are hooked on one drug or another. And t' top it all off, he kept two human children as slaves, one of which was made to sell himself on th' streets hooked on a designer drug, and th' other as his personal sex slave whose mind has broken from th' abuse. Both of which are now under my care, if I may add." Gin looked to his captive and uncovered his mouth. "Does tha' about sum everythin' up? Shiroi hentai-kun?"

Ichigo couldn't hid the hurt and disgust in his eyes. "Is this true, Shiro?"

"Ichi I-"

He shook his head. "No! I don't want your lies!" He turned away fuming, but ultimately his shoulders drooped in shame. "It's all my fault."

Aizen raised an ebony eyebrow. "How so?"

"I abandoned him. I abandoned Shiro when he obviously needed guidance."

8 years previous

Ichigo and Shirosaki were mischievous in their teenage years. At 17 the fraternal twin ran away from home to the human realm searching for something new. Something fun. Something exciting. They found it among the depressed humans. The ones who abused substances and tonics to fill the empty voids in their heart and souls. The twins decided to capitalize on that.

Shiro discovered several drug labs - meth, heroin, crack- and he along with his younger brother used their strength and wits to overthrow their initial leaders and ruled them all. Monopolizing the illicit industry.

The whole thing had been easy. Money rolled in. Cops were bribed and looked the other way. The brothers lived luxuriously and without a care. Eventually, they both got curious and tried their own products. Shiro found that he didn't like any of them, but Ichigo came to like LSD, which had an interesting effect on him; along with the hallucinations he always awoken from his trip feeling as though he'd had sex. He began replacing sex with LSD.

Months passed and Shiro remained the same while Ichigo's health waned from the lack of sexual intercourse. Incubi and succubi needed to engage in carnal acts regularly as they lived off of the energies and natural chemicals produced during sex; usually if not always of others.

He thought nothing of it until he finally looked in a mirror. He looked close to death, his skin a sickly gray, his orange hair dull and limp, and upon lifting his too-big shirt he saw, to his horror, a skeleton. He confronted his brother. Saying that they should stop.

But Shiro didn't want to stop. He liked their new life, and didn't want it to change. Ichigo huffed and turned to leave. His brother merely told him to take his sword, but he was too weak to carry the masterfully crafted black daito, and left it by the front door.

He stumbled for hours until he'd made it to a park where he sat on a lone filthy bench to rest. He contemplated his choices thus far and came to regret all of them. He wished that they had never discovered drugs. That he and his brother had stayed home. That he was home with his parents instead of alone in an abandoned park in the middle of a corrupted, polluted and vile city. He figured he'd thought and regretted enough for the time, but found that he could not get up. He whimpered figuring it was the end and flopped onto his side. His eyes closed as he accepted his fate.

He was surprised when his eyes opened to reality and not Paradise or Purgatory. He was in an unfamiliar bed and unable to move; he felt straps around his wrists, ankles and throat. He bent his head as far as he could manage and saw a curtain dangling over him obscuring his view of anything below his torso.

A hand gently caressed his thigh and he fearfully demanded to know who it was. They said nothing as they unstrapped his ankles and spread his legs. There was a brief preparation process and then they buried what had to have been their cock inside him. Ichigo let out a fearful wail as he was gently raped. His long use of LSD made it impossible for him to feel pleasure from the actions and he only felt the pain of being stretched. When whoever they were released inside him, they cleaned him and resecured his ankles. Ichigo heard footsteps retreat through his pitiful sniffles and he was left alone.

Each day was the same, he laid alone until the guy came to rape him. He never grew hungry or thirsty, but upon twisting so that a little gap was formed under the curtain he saw why. IVs stuck into his arms providing fluids and nourishment to his starved body.

After weeks of the forced sex, the effects of the LSD finally wore off and he began drawing pleasure from each experience. His release would bathe his stomach and cling to the curtain, lewdly darkening the light colored cloth. He would then be blindfolded and the soiled curtain would be replaced with a new one shortly after.

More weeks passed before he finally heard his captor's voice. "You look much healthier now," he said. "Would you like to see?"

Ichigo hesitated before answering, "Yes." The straps were undone and the curtain was pulled aside, blinding him with unfiltered light. His eyes watered as he was pulled to his feet and led a short distance from the bed. He rubbed his eyes until he could see and looked in front of him to a full-length mirror; a skeleton did not gaze hauntingly back at him anymore.

He was more or less back to his original size. Fat in all the right places, and muscle tone peeking through his still pale flesh. His hair and eyes were bright and full of life. He looked to the man beside him. He could sense Incubus blood within him, but it was diluted by other demon bloods. "You... helped me. Thank you."

"You are too young to die from such a horrible cause. You do not belong here, Incubus boy. You need to return home to our realm."

Ichigo nodded.

After a few more days, the man, Aizen, told him that Ichigo could leave whenever he wanted, and provided clothes when Ichigo did. Ichigo left, promising to visit again someday.

Ichigo returned to the house to collect his older brother.

Shiro was fine, as to be expected, and seemed to had barely notice Ichigo missing for two months. "We need to go home, Shiro."

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? This place is dangerous and corrupt. I nearly died!"

"You look fine to me."

"Shiro seriously, this place is no good for us. We need to go home!" He paused. "D-Did you not even notice that I was gone? Or that I had been sick?"

"No."

Ichigo grew a hurt look. He'd always known that there was something wrong with his older brother morally, and that he was selfish, but the human world seemed to have amplified it. He grabbed his brother. "I'm taking you home! This place is poisoning you."

Shiro wrenched away and shoved his little brother. Ichigo was still not at full strength and he slammed into the wall behind him, hitting his head. He rubbed his head and looked up to his brother.

"I don't want to go home Ichigo. So drop it."

"You should see Aizen! He'll make you better." He stood and grabbed his brother again. "You won't even have to go home! He's only across town."

Shiro threw him down again. "No! Dammit Ichigo, there's nothing wrong with me!"

"But there is-"

"No! I'm not leaving! Ugh, so fucking annoying! Disappear again, until I feel like seeing your face." He crossed his arms and turned his back to Ichigo.

"You don't mean that."

He shooed his little brother. "Your voice too. I don't want to hear it."

Ichigo's eyes teared up and his lip quivered, but it quickly turned into a hardened glare. He rose to his feet. "Fine. Be that way. Why should I stand here and lecture you about your health when you can't be bothered! I'm sick of this really. Sick of this realm, these humans, their pitiful qualms! Even more so you, Shirosaki! I'm sick of you!" He stormed towards the door. "Don't come crawling to me when you ruin your own life!"

Ichigo slammed the door behind him and darted to his room. He paced in there for hours watching the sun set in his large window. He hoped that his brother would come to his senses and come talk to him, but he knew that that was only wishful thinking. As the clock struck midnight, he summoned a portal and slipped through to home.

Present

All were silent after Ichigo finished recalling past events.

"I went to your room the next day, but you weren't there. I thought you'd come here and that you'd come back to me later, but you never did." Shiro wore a mask of confusion and guilt on his face. "Ichigo... I thought... no you didn't abandon me! Right? Aizen affected you! Nothing more!"

"Aizen didn't affect me, he only helped me get better and see that what we were doing was wrong! There are so many things I should've done. I should've helped you too, but I was impatient. I should've dragged you where you needed to go- kicking and screaming if necessary- but I didn't. I should've told our mom and dad, but I didn't!" He turned back to Aizen. "So please, allow me to right what I should've years ago."

Aizen hummed thoughtfully as he considered the request. "Perhaps but you'd have to agree to my demands. Refuse and I have Gin do away with him."

"Of course."

"Firstly, you must make sure your brother's mental health is assessed and dealt with." Hana squirmed in his lap before scooting off and going to sit next to Grimmjow on the floor. The human wrapped an arm around him quietly. "Next, he must be banned from returning to this realm. The amount of time may be decided by your court. And lastly, I would like for you to visit more."

Ichigo smiled, catching the faint humor behind the last demand.

"Do you agree to my demands?"

"Yes. Thank you, Aizen."

Aizen gave a curt nod, and Gin swung Shiro over to his brother and set him on his feet. The albino went to hug his brother, but was stopped by a hand and boiling chocolate glare.

"You've misunderstood something, brother," Ichigo growled. "I want you well, and home, but I never said I forgave you."

Shiro's shoulders slumped in disappointment, but he didn't fight it. He only made an oddly innocent and hurt look, and pouted slightly.

A small smile grew on the oranget's gob, and he pulled the beads from his hair. He picked through them and took one before stringing the rest back in his hair. "Amethyst, carnelian, agate and moonstone," he murmured respectively. "Readiness for action, solving difficulties, logical thinking and protection, and love." He strung the remaining bead onto one of his brother's short locks. "Moss agate for solving difficulties and new beginnings. I want you to wear this from now on."

"Pfft, spiritual bullshit," Shiro muttered.

Ichigo pulled a bejeweled necklace from his pocket as he took Shiro's hand. He squeezed the largest stone on the chain and it began to glow. "Thank you Sosuke Aizen. I promise that not too long will pass before I visit again." The glow consumed them and they faded away leaving no trace that the twins had been there.

Silence was not allowed to stay very long.

Gin clapped. "I'm goin' t' tell Luppi and Cirucci the good news." The silver-haired man practically skipped out of the room.

"Now that that is over," Tosen murmured, "I believe we may return to our previous matters."

Aizen made an approving hum.

"Um, Master Aizen?" Hanataro whimpered after standing. "S-Something's wrong with my leg."

Grimmjow looked and suddenly picked the mer-boy up bridal style. "Your ankle's swelling up. I guess the adrenaline finally ran out so you finally noticed."

"It really hurts..."

Starrk yawned and stood. "Shall we take him back to Lady Harribel?"

"No," Aizen said. "Mermaids don't suffer from sprains, there's no way of telling how this would translate to a tail injury; it could be a tail fracture or even a complete break. It's best to simply keep him as is until it heals. Inform his mother of his injury, Starrk, but that is it."

Starrk bowed and headed for an exit.

"Grimmjow, take the exit to my left and go to one of the extra bed rooms. Stay there with him until I call for you."

Grimmjow grunted and headed in the direction indicated.

Aizen watched his pet depart, speaking again once he was out of earshot. "So about your report, Tosen. What have you learned?"

(For some reason my lines decided to stop working..)

Huh...I really like how this chapter came out.

Shiroi hentai- White pervert (Yeah I couldn't resist slipping some Japanese in there)

Sorry, I'm not very good at fight scenes, I mean hand-to-hand I can do, and I'm iffy with sword fights and gun fights, but tentacle verses sword? Yeah... that's a first for me *laughs*

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review. Buh-bye!

Omake: Ulquiorra

Ulquiorra exited his room and stared as the blue-haired pet approached with the mer-child in his arms. The Incubus stared almost disapprovingly at them. "Why are you here, trash?" he murmured.

Grimmjow stopped in front of him. "Trash, huh? I think I actually prefer 'kitty'."

Ulquiorra was silent and unamused.

"Sir Ulquiorra, I've hurt my leg. Master Aizen wants me to remain in my human form until it heals, so I have to stay in one of the extra rooms. Please let us pass."

Ulquiorra turned his back to them. "I will take you to an appropriate room." He walked slowly, hearing the human padding steadily behind him. He guided them to an empty room and led them inside.

The room was simple and undecorated, housing only a white shrouded bed and pale wood dresser with matching vanity. Grimmjow set Hanataro on the mattress and sat next to him. Ulquiorra turned to leave.

"Sir Ulquiorra, please stay," Hanataro begged. "We haven't chatted in months. You were going to tell me about your home!"

"No." Ulquiorra paused, his slim, black-nailed hand gripping the door handle. He gazed over his shoulder at the boy, spotting his hurt expression. What was it about mer-children that made them so hard to hate; maybe it was just the boy who was hard to hate? He looked back to the door, and changed his answer. "Maybe later." He exited and headed towards Aizen's meeting hall.

Perhaps he could lend a hand with the research.