Chapter 11

Screams were heard as the battle raged on in the area, mostly in the sky above. Screeches of Akuma and Hollows alike were grating on Allen's ears, causing him to grimace as he fought against Grimmjow. Their swords clashed multiple times per second and Allen was starting to notice his growing fatigue. If he didn't finish this soon, he might have to use his other side, which he really didn't want to do.

"What's wrong, chibi? Ya gettin' tired?" Grimmjow cackled as he raised his arm to swipe down his sword upon the smaller. Allen blocked as expected but the taller bluenette twisted and threw his leg out for a sharp kick, causing the Exorcist to fly back and into Renji's back.

"What the hell! Allen?" Renji didn't have time to ask because both had to split in opposite directions for their opponents. Allen used his Clown Belt to propel him forward and he crashed with Grimmjow's sword. He gave a quick punch to the chest, knocking the breath out of the Arrancar, and stabbed his Exorcism sword forward. The other saw the attack and side-stepped, causing the sword to only swipe up his arm instead of into his abdomen. Blood seeped out of the wound but Grimmjow only grinned.

"This is going to get more interesting," he smirked as he jumped forward and shot two Cero simultaneously. Allen had no time to dodge and used his cloak to cover himself but knew it was no match to an Arrancar's Cero, especially an Espada's. But there was nothing else he could do unless he wanted to take on his Hollow powers…in front of practically every Soul Reaper in the human world.

"Nephew, just do it for a split-second, no one will notice," a voice inside his head reasoned and before he knew it, Neah had briefly taken over. "Forgive me this one time, Allen." Neah had swiped their hands swiftly over their face to form their Hollow mask and when they opened their eyes, the golden iris with the silver outline and multicolored whites had appeared. They brought up their hand and blocked the blast, very easily in this form. As soon as the beam had been discarded, Neah returned Allen's body to normal and the original owner regained control. However, Grimmjow didn't know he had survived as from the smoke hadn't cleared entirely yet.

"HAHAHAHA, HE'S FINISHED?! That was lame!" Allen could hear Grimmjow rant about his victory and gritted his teeth with anger. He shot his arm across the air in front of him to send multiple, pointed strands of his Clown Belt towards the unsuspecting Arrancar. They wrapped around the now-struggling bluenette and swung him down onto the ground. Allen fell backwards to only land safely on his feet, looking down upon the groaning male. "What? How are you alive? That's an Espada's Cero, you couldn't have survived that at such close range!" he growled.

"Your biggest downfall will be underestimating your opponents," Allen said blankly before raising his Exorcism sword above Grimmjow's head, ready to plunge the blade into his skull. "I'm sorry," he said before-.

"I don't think so!"

"Oi, Nephew! You need to move!" But Neah was too late with his warning and Allen was completely still. "Allen!"

The Exorcism sword stopped just inches from Grimmjow's nose and suddenly fell to the side, clanking against the cement of the park. Soon blood pooled the asphalt below Allen, pouring from the multiple stab wounds laced through his body. He looked down slowly, his arms limp by his side, and saw at least four different swords jutting from his stomach and side. It seemed time had slowed down exceedingly.

His Innocence deactivated as his mind became instantly foggy and his vision started to blacken at the edges, slowly drifting towards the center of his view. He coughed, actually hacked, up large amounts of blood as one sword was twisting inside his stomach. He couldn't feel a thing, not even when those four swords slid out of his body, letting him fall to the ground on his knees.

He found his breathing soon becoming labored, extremely, and tried to lift an arm or move his knee forward. Nothing was functioning and he gave up on even trying to move a hand, maybe a slight twitch was known but nothing else. He felt a rough hand grasp his hair and pull his head back. His eyes caught the hazy outline of Grimmjow smirking down on him, shouting things he couldn't hear with obvious glee.

"Allen, can you hear me?! Allen!"

"Be quiet Neah, I want to go to sleep," the silverette started to close his eyes. The numb feeling around his body and mind was lulling him to sweet, blissful sleep.

"No, don't go to sleep!" But he was already drifting away from consciousness. He wasn't going anywhere except nothingness, not even to Neah's domain in his mind. "ALLEN!"

Somewhere off to the side of Allen's battle, Timcanpy had resided in an abandoned bird's nest. The little golem jolted up the minute those four Arrancars decided to show up and stab his master clean through. It hovered a few hundred yards away so as not to be detected from the enemy but the golden ball with wings wanted so badly to crush them and gobble them up for hurting his poor master.

Without another moment's hesitation, Tim zoomed off to the right where he knew his master's comrades would also be having their own battle. He came across the long-haired one, the samurai, whom constantly insulted his master. However, that didn't matter, only that someone went to save Allen. He flew into the man's ponytail and tugged on the long strands, causing him to jerk his head back.

"Damnit, what the hell?!" Kanda shouted as he whipped his head around to find the culprit, only to see no one. Another tug ensued and he grabbed whatever was offending his hair. He jumped back from a dangerous attack from one of the enemies, a blond that slightly reminded him of Lulubell, Tier Harribel.

"Kanda Yuu, you must focus on the current battle at hand!" Tōshirō reprimanded as he sent a dragon of ice towards Tier but it was only blocked by a sharp twist of her wrist.

"Shut the fuck up, Moyashi #2! And don't call me that!" Kanda growled, threateningly waving his sword in the whitette's direction. Then he turned to Moyashi #1's golem, "Tim? Where's Moyashi? What happened?" The golem only thrashed worriedly in his grasp. Tim only ever strayed from Allen if General Cross was around, a cat was chasing him, something had happened to the Beansprout, or he was delivering a message. Kanda suspected the last two since it usually happened. "Show me," he commanded, forgetting the battle with Tier, knowing Tōshirō could handle it.

The golem quickly opened his mouth like a snake's and a fuzzy hologram projected from his mouth. It showed Allen battling against a light blue-haired…whatever Bookman called them…and it seemed like he was winning. Until suddenly four of the same type of opponent as earlier had shown up and instantly, they all stabbed their swords right into the Moyashi without giving him a chance to react. The last of the clip showed the bluenette screaming that he had won while throwing and kicking the Moyashi like a ball to play with.

"Shit!" He turned back to Tier, whose back was facing him, and Tōshirō's battle. He swiped at the opening and knowingly missed, only to skid past the female and slide beside the whitette.

"What was that about?" Tōshirō asked, eyeing him from his peripheral vision.

"Emergency call, you could say. Think you can handle her on your own from here?" Kanda grunted, watching Tier look between the two. Tōshirō nodded almost immediately.

"Yes, now go quickly, I'll hold her off for your escape," he whispered. Right afterwards, the whitette shot forward, his icy wings flapping with ice crystals cascading down from the movement. He twirled and expertly swung Hyorinmaru towards Tier and was successful with holding her occupied. Kanda was right behind him and soon had flipped over their heads and sped off, following Tim's speedy form.

Once he did get there, he was astonished to as why the five…what DID Bookman call them?...Arrancar! That's it!...arrancars were still tormenting the limp figure of the Exorcist General. He rushed forward and swiped his sword out, shouting, "First Illusion: Netherworld Insects!" The five jumped out of the way as Kanda landed beside Allen's bloody form. He looked down briefly to assess the damage and his eye slightly twitched in maliciousness.

"Oh look! Another one for us to play with!"

"He doesn't look as fun as that shortstack but he'll have to do."

This only made the samurai angrier as he prepared himself to activate his Triple Illusion. However, he didn't have the chance to since suddenly, all the Arrancars, Hollows, and Akuma had retreated back into the black portals in the sky. They only left that beam of light to distract their opponents before leaping back into the safety of their black holes. He lowered Mugen and watched as the holes sealed themselves up until there was no trace to be found. He sheathed his beloved sword at his back and quickly turned to the Moyashi.

"God, you look like shit, Moyashi," he muttered to himself. He didn't expect the unconscious Allen to mumble a reply back.

"Kanda?" Allen had reawakened just in time to see Kanda coming to his side, defending him from Grimmjow and his Fracción.

"Moyashi? Are you awake?" Kanda leaned over to see his fluttering eyelids. He felt his heart rate at his wrist and frowned, he could barely feel the already-slow beats. He had to lean down to feel the ragged, harsh breaths the silverette was taking to know he was breathing in the first place. "Moyashi, can you hear me?"

"The name's…Allen…" Soon the General was back under that film of black and it seemed he wouldn't be waking again for a long while.

"Kanda!" He turned to look over his shoulder to see Lenalee and Lavi coming fast with some of the Shinigami. "Oh god, what happened?"

"I don't know but I came in time to see them kicking him around like a ragdoll," he snarled to himself.

"We need to get him to the hospital!" Lenalee cried, kneeling on the other side of the bloody mess of Walker. Lavi stood over the others then turned to call for Bookman, whom arrived with the man with the fan and weird clothing.

"You can take him to my place," Urahara told them, eyeing Allen blankly, "We have a special way for him to heal quickly." He looked to Ichigo. "Go get Ms. Inoue Ichigo and hurry."

"Right! Let's go Rukia!"

"Right behind you!" A brief wind and they were gone.

"Come, we must hurry. Your friend is in a dire state," Urahara turned without waiting for a reply and walked away with Bookman. Kanda tch-d and turned back to the boy. He slipped his arms underneath his knees and his back and gently lifted the whitette into his hold. He made sure he wasn't hurting him more than he already was and followed. Soon the Shinigami around the Exorcists had vanished somehow, except for a few, that they had met at the party nights ago, to escort them just in case another attack would occur. Which was highly unlikely to the Exorcists.

Soon they had arrived at the candy shop and were led back further into the building. There were rooms placed at the back and Kanda carefully lowered the cold form in his arms onto the blankets and sheets. Shortly afterwards, Ichigo and Rukia came back with an orange-haired woman who was desperate to get to Allen. Just as she was about to reach him, Kanda pointed his sword at her and glared fiercely.

"Who are you?" he demanded, looking between the instantly-cautious Shinigami and the newcomer. He ignored the gazes of his shocked comrades, even Bookman's eyes had narrowed questioningly from his actions.

"I-I'm O-Orihime Inou-ue. I'm here to help Allen," she raised her hands up to show she wasn't the enemy.

"Yuu, I think it's best to let her heal Moyashi-chan," Lavi tried to reason, "She's a student at Karakura High and a friend." Eventually, after eying every single person in the room, Kanda finally lowered his sword, but didn't sheathe it. He glared as this Orihime Inoue touched the silverette until suddenly, she mumbled a few words under her breath and two flashing blue streaks erupted from the vicinity of her head. The Exorcists started as the blue streaks stopped at each end of Allen's body and a golden orb surrounded him.

"What the fuck is that?" Kanda growled, clenching Mugen horribly tight.

"I have a…special ability, you could say, that heals injuries," Orihime weakly smiled over her shoulder before turning back to attend to Allen. "Don't worry, I can heal any physical wound." Kanda hesitated and swallowed down his anger before storming out, still clenching Mugen in his white-knuckle grip.

"Yuu, where you going?" Lavi questioned with a wide grin and wide eye, despite everyone knowing it was strained with worry. Kanda didn't stop, only grunted.

"Out." The doors slammed against each other before it was silent except for Orihime's globe humming like a light bulb. Urahara looked at everyone's faces and sighed, opening his fan and waving it in his face from the tension.

"Come, everyone, we must let Orihime work in peace. I'll make some tea," he said before walking out with friends the Exorcists didn't know. The Black Order members followed, albeit reluctantly, and with one last glance towards the unconscious silverette, they filed out of the room. Ichigo and Rukia gave Orihime a pat on her shoulder before walking out as well.

~Kanda~

"Godamnit, beansprout!" the blue-haired samurai growled, glaring holes into the metal his cheek rested on. He had hoped it would calm him down but it only led his thoughts to stray back to the scene.

Once he had obliged to Timcanpy's wishes and arrived, swords and blades were jutting out of the Moyashi's body like a pincushion. Blood seeped out of the wounds and pooled at his feet. His eyes were wide and he coughed blood, his head lolled to one side. The aqua-haired Hollow-thing just cackled like a maniac and threw him around like a ragdoll.

Remembering that, Kanda pounded his fists onto the wall. He snarled and rested his forehead between his arms, breathing heavily. He bit his lip, enough to draw blood, and exhaled slowly. He swallowed the lump in his throat and rubbed his neck, grimacing as he felt a sheen of sweat stick to his hand. He dragged another down his face and sighed again.

"Damn you, Moyashi," he muttered as he glared at his hands. They flashed red, reminding him that they were once covered in the silverette's essence, and he shuddered. "Fucking idiot."

Wolfy: I think I'm the idiot…u.u

Kanda: You are an idiot

Lilah: Thanks asshole '.

Wolfy: Welp, I had the chapter…in this document…in my computer…

Lilah: FOR FIVE FUCKING MONTHS! And we didn't even notice and then…just blegh!

Wolfy: So, yeah, tests are done so I can start updating again. But now I'm trying to get a job and volunteer –

Lilah: Work experience. Yada yada yada!

Wolfy: But hey! I'm a senior now! X3 woopeee! I want to publish my other stories but I want to finish this or at least get far enough that I'll be more comfortable with multiple stories…Either way, I'm updating this story. Sorry for the late post.

Lilah: R&R please

Wolfy: Oh and also, I changed my username because I'm trying to keep all my accounts the same name so it'll be easier for me personally. It was SilverThineWolf or something like that but now it's Olaris_Lu or OlarisLu. YUP!

P.S. if someone could help me with my fucking deviantart account, that'd be awesome ^^; I can't upload any of my art and shit. It always says something like "Preview picture needed" or something like that! Blurgh u.u

Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read :3 Hope you guys are having a nice summer!