Nell's Point of View xX

A week passed and Shenji never did come back, and I knew that he wasn't going to. While Grimmjow began to come and go like a far off light bobbing amongst the waves, I worried that not even the oceans current could bring him back to me. I was losing him, and he was lost. The mark his boy had given him had faded and just as quickly a new mark was in its place. And he wore it. And bared it all, for us to see. And we watched it as it festered up his pitiful neck like an infection to a sick man - a dying man.

He never once tried to hide it either.

He had moved on, and left it all behind him in the dark. Now, he only wanted to escape us and our eyes. If only that was an option for him, but it wasn't, it never was. Escape the strings woven so tightly around his heart that when the wind shook - he never felt it. He went back to his old self were he couldn't feel much of anything, at least anything on the outside. And i think it was because in him somewhere, he was afraid of it all. And i could hear it's burning cry every time he passed. His secrets poured from his flesh - oozed like a disease from his pores. We saw it all. And we all knew his days were numbered. They withered away in the palm of his hands, and in this time he had tried to wayne himself off of "love" … off of "feeling"- but to no avail. It was carved too deep, too firmly and too intricately in him to just erase. And so he was afraid….

It's simple really, Toys like that only work for a little while anyways. Only time could tell when that curse of their's would rear it ugly head again. And he will hunger again. And nothing will satisfy him. nothing...

What then Shenji? Can he really be all you think he is? … When he ends up killing her, sucking her dry with need, and killing her. And still then, nothing will appease the curse! What then Shenji?! Will he still be your hero? No - her death will make us equal… Her death will put an end to all of this, and mark the begging of everything.

I put it back into the small wooden jewelry box I had set out on my desk all those years ago. Rolling the key between my trembling fingers, it clicked shut, and the key fell lifelessly back onto my chest; hanging from its chain. Whispers began to echo from the now empty key hole, but i was too tired for them tonight. The box was pushed back against the wall, and i began to gather everything up in my head for the night. Slipping in to the sheets, no, not tonight.

Too much, it was all too much for me tonight. So i feel asleep thinking - just what exactly it was he was planning… Our Aizen.

Narrator's Point of ViewxX?

"I just don't get it!" He hissed from his knees as a bloody lip began to ripen nicely on his tan figure. Though it was quickly engulfed in shadows, it didn't make much of a difference. His head dropped to his chest. "What…what was the point of it all?", and as if it had taken his everything just to get the words out of his mouth, just to speak, his presence seemed to become cripple under the pressure of his demands. His head hung from his neck, as if his neck was the only thing keeping it from rolling across the floor. "What was the f*cking point?!"

"Now, now, Grimmjow. Don't tell me your breaking already?" His grin, his eyes, everything about him -

"Like h*ll!" jarringly, his head lurched out in defiance. Blue eyes flickered in the light and a smile parted sullenly across his face. Grimmjow Jaggerjaques was not weak. Even if he was slowly breaking. He was not week, and when silky hand came out to pull his head around; he let it. He squirmed from the pain, but he let it take a hold and pull him up into the lap of the one person he hated most. Because he was not weak, and Aizen ran a long finger across his lip, and smiled.

"You don't seem to me, like you're in a possession to fight Grimmjow-kun." The man let out a low growl between Aizen's clinched fist, but said nothing. He could feel Aizen's knee brushing against his neck. As if he were to swallow and allow the two to meet, and finally touch, he would instantly become infected, so instead he let the spit in his mouth run down the back of his throat. Aizen's leg against his chest, the fabric of his pants against his arms. Aizen's hands, Aizen's smile…. Aizen's eyes running down his back, joined by those filthy hands.

Those cold lips gliding across the surface of his flesh, across the shell of his inner ear, made him tremble. His hips pressed against the floor because he didn't have any strength in his legs to keep his back up, so it sagged forward pulling his waist to the ground and pushing his chest out between his arms. His neck propped between his shoulder blades. His hands numbly placed on the tile floor, to the point where every part of him was delicately balanced on top of one another, and any little movement would bring him crashing down.

"You've been a very good boy for me Grimmjow,…" His voice rumbled from somewhere deep inside, "… and I know this must be hard but just remember this is where you belong. Look at yourself, you're trembling at my feet like a pathetic dog. That world has made you weak…. You're growing weak."

And he began to run his fingers through Grimmjow's hair like he really was a dog. "What happened to the wolf I raised, hmm?" And with that some sick, twisting feeling wrenched at Grimmjow's stomach as he wondered the same thing. He was a fighter, a killer. A cold blooded murderer, and something began to rise up inside him. Ashamed. Angry. A hunger - as if he needed to bathe in the blood of another.

"That's a good boy," and the grasp constricted around his jaw "… now go and bring her to me just the way you find her - dead or alive it doesn't matter." A warm chuckle pierced the air, and Aizen wet his lips again. A smile pulling at his mouth.

"Who knows… Ichigo might have already done the work for you…. Grimmjow."

sorry, I didn't know where the plot was going 3 chapters ago... soooo yeah.