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Chapter 11
Irretitus

"You can't be serious!" Ichigo barked to the screen that projected the image of Yamamoto, the old man's face expressionless. "We can't just leave him there!"

"What happens to that creature is none of my concern." Yamamoto responded evenly. "He is a demon. If he is as high and mighty as he says he is, then he wouldn't need the help of my Soul Reapers." Gaara looked around the room swiftly, before leaning over to Rukia.

"Is he always such a bastard?" Gaara whispered, receiving a glare and a sharp elbow to the ribs from the raven-haired girl. Within her mind, though, Rukia couldn't help but agree; Naruto may not be a human, but if he was in need of help, then could they really say no?

"And you've revealed the world of Soul Reapers to yet another human." Yamamoto continued. "You must be held responsible for that." Gaara pushed to the front of the crowd, a scowl set firmly on his face, and small grains of sand beginning to swirl around his fists.

"So you're going to let another person die because of a little accident? And who ever said I was a human? I'm a demon too, you self-righteous little prick!" Gaara snapped, his eyes beginning to bleed neon yellow, pupils forming in each eye to become four-pointed stars. Ukitake suddenly popped up on the screen, his eyes wide and interested.

"Another demon? May I ask, are you a friend of Naruto-san's?" Gaara raised an eyebrow, confused at the two men whose views on Naruto seemed to be complete opposites.

"Yes." Gaara answered. "Adoptive brothers, in fact."

"Are you a fox demon as well?" Ukitake inquired. Gaara shook his head.

Dammit Naruto, your little white lie to protect me is going to be my freaking downfall! "Naruto's a five-tailed Vulpes, if he really did gain another tail like he told me. I'm a one-tailed Raccoon-Dog. A Raccoon-Canis." Yamamoto practically shoved Ukitake away, frowning firmly. As soon as the old man popped back up on screen, Gaara's glare returned full-force.

"While Naruto can usually handle any situation without a problem, this one is a little different." Gaara dug into his pocket, and pulled out a short length of rope that had the roots of some plant wrapped around it, small purple petals woven between the rope and the roots. "I found this where Naruto was last. It's rope made out of Aconitum, more commonly referred to as wolfsbane, but known as Demon's Bane to the demons. It burns a demon's skin, carries a paralyzing poison, saps a demon's energy, and cannot be broken by any demon. It has Naruto's blood on it."

"If what you say is true, Demon, then why does it not harm you?" Yamamoto demanded.

"It does." Gaara pulled the rope away, revealing a red burn mark that stretched across his skin, a thin line of blood laying in the center where the rope had just begun to break through Gaara's skin; luckily, no poison got into his system. Steam began to rise from the burn, the wound slowly disappearing as Gaara placed the length of rope back in his pocket. "Naruto's a much more powerful demon than I. Ergo, it effects him more." Lies, lies, and more lies. At least this one was a half-truth. Naruto was more powerful than him, and it did effect him more. The beast that was Gaara's burden was screaming and flailing in pain from the burn, but Gaara just shut out the curses and wailing. "You can't just let somebody who was helping you in this stupid war of yours – somebody who, mind you, didn't have to lift a finger because this doesn't bother his world in the least – go and be killed because you're too much of a bastard to send help!"

"He's our friend! You can't honestly expect us to sit here and do nothing!" Ichigo added.

"You will remain in Karakura and do nothing." Yamamoto stated firmly. "Those are my orders."

:::Las Noches:::

Naruto forced his eyes open, the blood that had gathered between his eyelids and dried cracking. The dim light in the large throne room felt like millions of needles being jammed through his eyes and into his brain, his head pounding painfully with each heartbeat. His chest heaved with each rasped breath as he had to think through each muscle movement to make sure he kept breathing; the cuts on his chest throbbed with each breath, a few scabbed-over injuries reopening with each rise of his chest. He was no longer even attempting to keep himself on his feet, allowing Starrk and Uliquiorra to drag him across the floor, his feet leaving thin trails of smeared blood behind him.

To put it simply, Naruto felt like shit.

With good reason, too. Along the way through the rift known as a Garganta – Naruto could open one too, apparently. Who knew? He didn't. – Naruto had renewed his struggles to break free, and he was rewarded for his efforts with a punch in the chest, and a rope collar of Demon's Bane being draped around his neck, further creating difficulties for the fox-eared Arrancar. The only thing that kept the collar from burning through his skin and releasing more poison into his system was the collar of teeth around his throat. The miniscule amount of protection was enough, though. Without it, the Vulpes would have suffocated long before they emerged through another Garganta opening into Aizen's hideout, Las Noches.

Suddenly and without warning, Naruto's procession stopped, causing Naruto's body to jerk with whatever amount of momentum he had, causing the ropes to tighten around his arms and chest, a weak but feral growl being drawn from his throat. He felt his captors bow around him, forcing him into his own sloppy bow as they did so. Bowing to a human, and to a traitor none the less…it made Naruto want to throw up. To bad the Demon's Bane had made him throw up anything he had in his stomach already. "Aizen-sama." That was Gin, with his fake cheerful voice practically making Naruto's ears bleed. "We've returned with what you requested."

"Ah, good." Oh sweet Jesus, that voice made Naruto want to throw up, make his ears bleed, and maybe explode a little. The room was silent, even though Naruto could smell many others, as one person made their way down from the tall throne, and walk his way slowly over to Naruto. The person – not person. Naruto knew it was Aizen. – stopped right in front of the Vulpes, the only thing Naruto being able to actually see being his feet. A hand suddenly entered his line of vision, gripping his chin between a thumb and an index finger. Aizen lifted Naruto's bowed head, and smirked as their eyes met, the air around him being filled with the scent of one who believed themselves to be superior. Frankly, it disgusted the Vulpes. "You went and bought me a new pet." A few chuckles went around the room, filling Naruto's chest with rage. "C'mon, mutt. Speak." Aizen said tauntingly. Naruto gathered a small amount of energy, and spit a glob of blood and saliva on Aizen's white jacket.

"Fuck y-you." Naruto hated the way his voice had cracked with pain as he spoke, but he forced enough killer intent and malice into his voice and aura to make his captors shudder – even Uliquiorra – filling Naruto with pride as he smelled a hint of fear in Aizen's scent. The man hid it well, though, and just continued to smile that sickly-sweet smile.

"Looks like it still has a bit of fight left in it. How well did it fight, anyway?" Naruto growled deep in his throat, the sound reverberating in his chest. Why did everybody insist on calling him an 'it'? Did he look like an it? He was a male, dammit!

"Very well." Starrk responded. "He actually managed to hit me a few times. And he wasn't even trying, and probably would have made me have to fight pretty hard. If it wasn't for the piano." Aizen frowned, raising an eyebrow.

"Piano?" He questioned. Gin began to jump up and down, waving his hand in the air excitedly.

"I threw a piano at him!"

"Ah. That's…creative."

Creative? It hurt like a bitch! Naruto thought. He glanced down to Aizen's hand – mentally punching himself because it hurt just to move his eyes – his mind formulating a plan. This will hurt more than that damn piano… Naruto thought. He was going to be sore forever.

Without warning, Naruto jerked his head back, and then clamped down on Aizen's hand. Hard. His fangs sunk into Aizen's flesh with no resistance whatsoever, his teeth digging into flesh until they cracked bone. Aizen actually yelped in surprise and pain, ripping his hand forcibly out of Naruto's mouth. With a snarl of rage, Naruto snapped the ropes of Demon's Bane. Demons may not be able to break ropes made of Aconitum, but humans could; it was one of the only upsides to Naruto being half-human. As he shredded the rope with pure strength, the fibers sliced through his arms, all the way to the bone, and slashed at his back and chest. Ignoring the fresh pain, Naruto dragged his claws through the sides of Starrk and Uliquiorra, before pouncing on the closest person to him; Gin.

"Payback." Naruto quietly growled as he leapt at the former Soul Reaper, his claws outstretched as he craved to spill the fox-like man's blood. He landed on the man's chest, bending his legs up so that his feet collided with his abdomen and his hands dug into his shoulders. The momentum transferred to Gin, flinging the man to the ground with a cry of surprise. He pinned the man under his knees, baring his fangs in an enraged snarl, his eyes wild and insane as he brought a hand back. With an inhuman roar that sounded like a pouncing predator, Naruto began to slash and gash at Gin as the man, in a blind panic, tried to push the frenzied Vulpes off of his chest. Naruto's diamond-hard claws dug through his stomach and chest, flinging blood everywhere.

Before he was even able to rip out the horrid man's intestines, a rope of Demon's Bane was flung around his pulled-back wrist, the holder of the rope ripping him off of Gin before he could slaughter the man in cold blood. Naruto snarled in pain as his back smashed into the floor, his injuries pulsating as the smooth tile floor felt like daggers digging into his spine. He flipped his feet over his head, placing his palms on the floor on either side of his head, next to his ears. Using his fathered momentum, he flipped backwards, onto his feet, before continuing with his action, turning his handspring into a series of back-flips, ending his motion when his feet collided with the holder of the rope – Starrk – in the face, knocking the man to the ground.

Naruto flipped sideways off of Starrk's face, his claws that dripped Gin's blood poised to rip out Uliquiorra's heart. With a gag, Naruto fell to the ground, a sudden, crushing weight suddenly on his shoulders. The rietsu in the air was suffocating, pushing Naruto's body further into the ground even after he was pressed to it fully. He snarled, trying to force his body to his feet, but to no avail.

Within seconds, new – and thicker – ropes of Demon's Bane bound his arms, wrists, ankles, and shins, with the rope of Demon's Bane still around his throat, and a ring of rope now tied around his head, pushed firmly into his mouth and between his teeth, effectively gagging him. He snarled, trying to bare his fangs, but the effect wasn't what he had hoped; the rope had already forced his teeth into view. Aizen smirked while Gin was rushed out of the room by two medical Arrancars. Ones that were much lower in strength than any Arrancar he had met in the past 24 hours. The gaping hole in Gin's stomach made Naruto mentally grin with pride.

"Hm." Aizen grunted, grabbing Naruto by his chin once more with the same hand that now was spilling blood, the same hand that Naruto had sunk his teeth into. "We'll just have to tame this while animal."

:::Streets of Karakura:::

Gaara stormed back and forth in front of Ichigo, the orange-haired Chosen standing frozen in thought. Finally, fuming, Gaara threw his arms in the air. "This is a load of bull. CRAP!" He roared to the sky. "That man…kami, if I ever meet that man face-to-face, first I'll rip out of stomach. Then I'll drag out his intestines, inch by inch. I'll shred his throat, snap his limbs in half, shatter his skull, stir his brain matter into sludge, then rip out his heart and EAT IT!"

"Uh…" Ichigo blinked his eyes the size of dinner plates, his mouth hanging open slightly. He stepped away slowly, not wanting to stand anywhere near what he knew as a now-bloodthirsty demon.

"And you!" Gaara suddenly cried, whirling on Ichigo, jabbing an accusing finger in Ichigo's face. "Naruto spoke so highly of you, one of the best friends he's ever known; a guy that he'd trust with anything, the man that he would let hold in his hands his life! And you're just going to listen to that damn prick?" Ichigo's scowl deepened as he bat Gaara's finger away.

"Who said I was going to be listening to that old fart?" Ichigo demanded. "I'm not dead, and I'm not a Soul Reaper under the Gotei 13. He has no right to tell me what to do. All we have to do is find somebody who can get us into Hueco Mundo…"

"…what?" Ichigo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"The world of the Hollows. It's basically where they're formed, where they rest, and where they can eat other Hollows. And it's most likely where Naruto was taken."

"So what're we waiting for? Let's go!" Gaara said, and began to march off in a random direction. He paused. "Where am I going again?"

"We can't go yet." Ichigo said, and quickly began to explain at the enraged look that Gaara shot him. "You may not have seen it, but when I was fighting that blue-haired Arrancar, Grimmjow, I was struggling. A lot. And I still got the crap beaten out of me. Apparently, there are four more that are weaker than him, and five more that are stronger than him. One can even, apparently, change his rank in power when he releases his Zonpaktou. You have an hour of taking down level-one Hollows, and a surprise attack on a lumbering Arrancar under your belt, and I couldn't even get the upper hand on number six in strength. Do you really think that we can storm their stronghold, get to Naruto, and then get out alive? At the level we are at now, we'd be lucky to get through the Garganta that's supposed to bring us between the worlds." Gaara sighed.

"So what do you propose we do? Train for months? And what if they only keep him alive for a few weeks? Or a few days."

"Then we don't just train. We master everything and anything that can help us." Ichigo responded, a hint of depression carrying in his tone. This meant that he'd have to master his Hollow side…fantastic! "We have a few weeks at the least. Aizen wouldn't take Naruto if he didn't have some type of plan already in motion."

"So we have a few months. Just a few months to get ready to storm Hueco Mundo." Gaara said. Ichigo nodded.

:::Las Noches:::

Naruto wasn't having as good of a time as Ichigo and Gaara. Currently, he was being held to a metal table, his ankles and wrists being secured with long lengths of Demon's Bane rope. Seriously, where did they get all the stuff. His gag made from the same rope was still firmly in place, but the rope around his throat had been removed for some unknown reason.

The metal table had been coated with Naruto's blood over an hour ago, his blood having spilled from his many wounds when he had refused to stop thrashing once he was thrown and bound to the table. For an hour, all he could do was struggle, curse through a gagged mouth, and snarl like a trapped animal. If one was to think about it, he was a trapped animal.

But finally, somebody decided that he was worth their attention, and entered the room filled with beakers of bubbling liquid, and other random objects made of twisted metal or plastic. The man was tall, and had shoulder-length pink hair that made Naruto want to gag on his own laughter.

He's more of a fag than Urahara! Naruto snorted in his thoughts.

He was clearly an Arrancar, but Naruto couldn't find his Hollow Mask Fragment. Ah, there it is. Naruto thought. Apparently, this man's glasses were his fragment. How odd. "I get to see that Arrancar that tore Gin's guts out up close and personal!" The man snickered. "Do you know how many of us have wanted to do that, but never had the balls to actually go and try it? You're lucky Aizen sees potential in you, or you would have lost your head." Naruto growled shifting his head ever so slightly to make the light reflect from his fangs, reminding the man of the damage that they could cause; a little bit of Aizen's blood was still dripping from the longer and sharper teeth that he possessed. "Yes yes, you're very scary." The man rolled his eyes. "I'm Szayel Aporro Granz, feel free to call me whatever you wish. We're all family here." Naruto hissed deep in his throat, sending the message across clearly.

I am not your family!

"Well, you will be." The Arrancar said. "I'm Number 8, the Arrancar of Madness. Nice to meet you. And sorry…" The man pulled out a long, thin, sharp needle, a scalpel, and what looked like a shard of a jewel that swirled purple and black. "…but this will sting."

:::Karakura Town, Few Days Later, Urahara Shoten:::

"This is insane." Gaara panted, glaring at Urahara from where he was being permitted to take a few-minute break.

"Hey, you're the kid who wanted to go storming in a Hollow-infested place without a weapon that could actually purify a Hollow." Urahara snorted at the absurdity of what he had just said. If anybody but an old friend of Naruto's had come up and told him that, he would have laughed. Hard. In their face.

"Naruto said that only Zonpaktou could purify a Hollow." Gaara held up his own simple katana, with a red hilt, a rectangular bronze hand guard with jagged lines decorating its surface, and a normal-length blade for Urahara to see. "How is this stupid thing going to help in that?"

"Because. In Soul Society, not all Soul Reapers in the Academy get their Zonpaktou to form right away. They still have to perform their duties, though, so they're given temporary Zonpaktou. They don't have a soul, but they can still purify a Hollow easily. One of my friends managed to swipe a few Temporaries when she went to Soul Society to help rescue Rukia, so we had one that we could give you. Honestly, that Temporary is the only reason I'm even letting you go."

"Like you could stop me." Gaara snorted with a roll of his eyes.

"No, probably not." Urahara agreed with a nod. "But this way I won't have your death weighing on my consciousness."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Any time."

"But I still don't get why you have to drill me in all this Zenjutsu crap. I don't even like sword-fighting." Urahara blanched, and just stared at the younger boy.

"Did you even listen to what I just said?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Then that's why. This way you can actually send on an Arrancar if you manage to kill one and, in the very least, kill a Hollow that gets in your way. You can't do that if you have no knowledge of swordplay whatsoever."

"I come from the Everto Insula. I know a little bit about swordplay." Gaara snapped, offended that this man didn't trust that he knew at least a little about sword-fighting. Even Naruto knew a little bit about the art when he came here, and he had never needed it, and had never really even seen it in action. "And from what I hear, you let Ichigo run about attacking Hollows without teaching him how to use a sword properly."

"Yeah, but Ichigo's an idiot." Gaara really had no argument there. Ichigo was a brilliant young man, but really, he could be a little empty in the head at times. "And he had a hell of a lot of spirit energy. You have enough to see spirits and interact with them. If he got in a really tight pickle with a Hollow, he could just crush it with brute force. That, and he wasn't going up against Arrancar like you will be." Urahara was right with that one. But still…

"This is insane." Urahara just shook his head.

:::Old Karakura, Abandoned Warehouses, Vizard Hideout:::

"You dumbass! You're not getting it!" Sarugaki Hiyori screeched in her shrill voice, bringing out her mighty flip-flop of doom to deliver a loud clap to the side of Ichigo's head. Normally, somebody wouldn't care. But Hiyori had a habit of putting a hill of rietsu behind her shoe-attack. If that hill is actually twice the sice of Everest.

"Maybe he would get it if you stopped killing his brain cells with that stupid shoe of yours!" Hirako Shinji, the self-appointed leader of the Vizards, called across the field that looked like a dead-ringer for Urahara's own training field. He fell back with an 'URK', his hat falling from his head and his blonde, shoulder-length hair whipping him in the face as one of Hiyori's shoes rocketed into his face.

"Shut up and don't interrupt!" Hiyori screamed back.

I swear, Naruto, I'm going to get killed before I even come to rescue you. Ichigo thought with an out-loud groan.

"Again!" Ichigo swore under his breath, peeling himself from where he had been flattened to the ground by the hit of Hiyori's flip-flop. He brought his hand up to his face, his fingers curled into what looked like a clawing motion. As he tore his hand across his face, giving the impression of clawing at his visage, black rietsu outlined red formed over his face, and when it solidified, it left behind a human-face-shaped porcelain-white mask, red markings around the eyes, a red mark under the left eye hole, and red stripe on the upper left side of the mask. Ichigo brandished his Zonpaktou, trying to appear threatening. Still, the little girl with blonde hair, her own rhino-like Hollow mask, and much-smaller Zonpaktou look way more deadly than he felt…

:::Seireitei, Kuchiki Compound:::

Rukia bit her lower lip, sitting on her bed and facing the wall. Her brother hadn't said a word to her since he had come to bring her and the other Soul Reapers back to Soul Society after the news of the Arrancar's attack and Naruto's disappearance had reached the Head Captain. And she hadn't left her room at the clan compound. She didn't want to. She felt ashamed. She wanted to throw herself off of the top of the Sogyoku strand so she could fall to her death.

She had abandoned her friend that had come to save her life.

Probably to die.

She knew that Naruto hadn't had to come and save her. He was a demon. He didn't have to care, he didn't have to come, and he didn't have to fight so hard to save her. At that time, she was honestly and truly none of his concern.

But he had cared. He had come. He had fought hard to save her. He had brought her into his concerns, and had made her his top priority. He had helped saved her life, and she knew that if it wasn't for him, Ichigo and the others wouldn't have been able to succeed in saving her. And what did she do when she found out that he had been taken to the place that would surly destroy him?

She had left.

She had left him, left Ichigo and Gaara, left Naruto's two closest friends to worry about him, and left Naruto to be killed.

And she felt terrible.

It was no way to repay the Vulpes. She knew what she had to do. But could she? Would she be able to go through with it? Last time she had gone against what was said in Soul Society, all of her friends had almost been killed. With a flash, Rukia's mind rewound many years to when she had been training with Kaien.

Your heart…with close friendships, with those people, that's where the heart lies. Rukia…you must never die alone, because then your heart will not exist any longer. Never die alone.

Without them…Naruto would do just that.

Rukia leapt to her feet, sweeping towards the door. On her way out of her room, she snatched Sode no Shirayuki from her stand. She threw open her door, rushed out of the door…and slammed face-first into Renji's chest. "God, Renji! What the hell!" Rukia screamed, turning her heated gaze to the red-haired Soul Reaper that had randomly popped up in front of her. She suddenly frowned. "Wait a minute…what're you doing here? You've never come to the clan compound before!"

"I know…Rukia, I don't know about you, but I'm not just going to sit here and let Naruto get killed." Renji shifted nervously on his feet. "I don't really know him a lot, but he came to save you, and he's a friend of Ichigo's, and he could be a powerful ally in this war…and I don't care what you say about the rules of Soul Society, and what Yamamoto said, because nothing can stop me from-" Rukia slapped her hand over Renji's mouth, quieting the young Reaper.

"Renji…I had the same idea." Rukia smiled brightly. "I can't just let Naruto go and get killed. He came to save me, so now I'm going to go save him."

"Then you'll need these." Said a new, stoic voice. The two jumped and spun, coming face-to-face with Byakuya. Byakuya deftly tossed two rolls of strong fabric, one to each Reaper. As Rukia caught hers, she stuttered, trying to find something to say. When she said nothing, Byakuya turned around, calling over his shoulder; "I was told to retrieve you. Nothing was said about you leaving afterwards. Go get Naruto. He still needs to pay back for switching my shampoo with superglue." Renji just stared, his jaw dropped.

"Did he seriously just…what?"

:::Throne Room, Las Noches, Hueco Mundo:::

Naruto was walked – not dragged, this time, nor was he wrapped in Demon's Bane – into the throne room, Starrk – with a busted lip and broken nose – leading him by the arm on his left, and Uliquiorra leading him by his arm on the right. Once the procession was stopped, Naruto jerked his arms from the grip of the others. "I can walk." He snarled. Even though he was free, he didn't attack, didn't try to bolt. He just stood there. Aizen, who sat proudly but lazily upon his throne, smiled warmly.

"How is your little mark healing up? Fine, I expect?" Naruto jerked his head up and down briefly, his hand twitching up to brush his fingers against the bandages wrapped around his throat, red blotches showing through the pristine white cloth, the blood almost looking to be arranged to form some type of letter or number.

"Good." Aizen said, his smile growing. "And do you feel better after your little episode when you first arrived?" Naruto suddenly dropped down to one knee, resting his forearm of his left arm on one leg, while his other hand braced himself on the floor. He bowed his head deeper, showing his respect.

"I do. Thank you for your concern…" Naruto looked up, the small jewel of swirling black and purple that sat in the center of his forehead, a few millimeters above his brow line flashing in the light as his yellow-iris eyes with black sclera turned to look to Aizen, his facial expression blank. "…Aizen-sama."


OI, I NEED YOUR HELP! I need some Arrancars that will be Naruto's Fraccion,! So, I want you all to, in a review, tell me about the Arrancar that you make up that you want to be in here! He will have five to seven, and they can be whatever gender! Tell me about their powers, where their Hollow hole is, what their Zonpaktou looks like and its abilities, what their mask fragment is, and their pysical description along with a personality description! I will go through them, and pick the ones that fit best with what I want, and then they will be in this story! Yay! And you will be announced as the creators! I need these guys by the next chapter, so you need to hurry!

LE GASP! OH NOES! NARUTO CALLED AIZEN AIZEN-SAMA! And if anybody can guess what the jewel in his forehead is, then you get a virtual cookie! No no no, make it a virtual cookie CAKE! I like that better. And try to guess what number Naruto has! And, just to let you know, that number could be in the triple-digits, double-digits, single-digits, and NEGATIVE-digits! :3 Yeah, have fun.

TRY TO GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR FAVORITE VULPES!1ONE!ELEVEN!

AND DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE PICTURE OF NARUTO IN HIS RELEASED FORM! 8D After a few more chapters, I'll have to modify it because of that damn number. And I STILL have to color it.

~ Kitsune-242