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Enjoy Chapter Trece, 13, Impossible

Impossible

Kiyori woke to a hand placed on her backside over the thick blanket she covered herself completely with. She shifted her position and opened her eyes, though her face was still shielded. She knew it was her father's hand.

The hand rubbed her backside comfortingly, "I know you're awake," Tokijin said. He watched Kiyori though the blanket tense up into an even smaller ball.

"Kiyori, I'm not mad," he said, reassuring her, "Come out of there, we must talk."

Kiyori hesitantly pulled herself out of the blankets, peeping out finding Tokijin sitting at her bedside, with Shouji not too far from him on the floor. She huffed silently at the sight of Shouji, but it only made her feel like a little kid who couldn't face the path full of adult troubles that she was most certain she could handle.

Kiyori looked at her father who wore a calm face. She was too afraid to look him in his own Mint Eyes, so she resided in looking at his left shoulder. His face seemed to have said one thing, but his eyes were full of demands, or far worse, they were disappointed.

She had never known for her father to ever have been disappointed in her, and this possible being the first was already too much or her. She curled her toes together, pulling them back in fright. She felt so small sitting before her father and a tiny white cat with the brightest silver eyes.

"Kiyori, you went to Hueco Mundo without me or Shouji, and I told you not to," Tokijin said.

This was a song being overplayed in Kiyori's mind. You did this, you did that. You weren't supposed to... On and on. If Kiyori hadn't been so careful, she would have rolled her eyes, but ever since Tokijin's little mishap - She chose to be cautious when he talked seriously.

It seemed that now, there was that sudden fear of what her father would do if she messed up. Kiyori had messed up a lot in her past. She had been such a disrespectful child and a terrible excuse for a daughter, and yet Tokijin loved her no less. It made Kiyori feel bad at the thought that she had put him through so much in her time having spent with him over the years. The thought of pain being brought upon her by her father once more made her shiver and feel lightheaded as she stomached that particular thought.

It seemed like he was getting fed up with it all, and that beating was the wake-up-call for her to grow the hell up and at least be a modest little Successor while he still had but three years left, if that didn't pain her enough.

Kiyori nodded to him, undoubtedly guilty at her action.

"Why?" he asked, "What made you think it was okay to go out and defy me?"

The way Tokijin had said it made her feel, what was close to what seemed like impossible, much worse than Shouji had. At the time it didn't seem like a bad idea, it's not like she had any intention into running into Grimmjow or anything.

"It's not how you think it to be," Kiyori said quietly, her mouth covered by the blankets making her voice become soft mumbles. Tokijin lightly pulled the thick fabric from her face, revealing her lightened pink lips. Kiyori nearly flinched as he moved them away from her. The softness of his action told her otherwise and she chose to not grow fear.

"You also paid a visit to Grimmjow," Tokijin said.

"It wasn't like that!" Kiyori said sitting up, "I only went to Hueco Mundo to suck up that last I'd probably ever see of it, and all of a sudden, he showed up out of no where, and a ton of his memories were back. He remembered who I was!"

Tokijin placed his right hand on her left to calm her, and succeeded in doing so. There was a short silence before Tokijin spoke, "But in the end, you were in his bed."

Kiyori almost protested against that, but it had been true. She looked away from him, ashamed. She had never felt so stupid in her life. Kiyori frowned and pulled a sheathed, but empty Katana out from her sash under the blankets. She stared at its hilt.

The thread was fading, though it was still a noticeably mint green in color, and the chained silver ring dangled off preciously.

Tokijin nor Shouji knew quite what she doing, or why her Zanpakutou had anything to do with Grimmjow. Tokijin found himself staring at the Zanpakutou, remember how he was once her Zanpakutou before they were forced to break the merge.

Kiyori sighed and unsheathed it halfway. Unlike Tokijin, she wasn't surprised to find the many small ridges there were, and by the looks of it, they were new.

"There was a battle there, you fought him?" Tokijin asked.

Kiyori nodded, still looking at her reflection on the shining blade, "Only for a little, there isn't much I can do with an useless Zanpakutou."

Tokijin stared at her and knew what she meant. Because she was born a Half Hollow, she wasn't given any opportunity to manifest her own Zanpakutou out, and when they had merged, Tokijin himself became her Zanpakutou to substitute for it. But now since they weren't merged together, Kiyori had still yet to find her true Zanpakutou within her.

He looked at Shouji with questioning eyes, but said nothing. His eyes were fixed on the bright-eyed cat who seemed to not even be there. The cat paid no sort of attention to the fact that Tokijin stared at him. He watched the small being stare at Kiyori who concentrated on her Zanpakutou.

He sucked in a breath, "Kiyori," Tokijin spoke, "You did not... Do anything with Grimmjow did you?"

Kiyori broke her stare with her empty blade and looked at her father, "No, I wouldn't have gone that far."

"But you have before," Tokijin stated. Kiyori was stunned at this, she hadn't been aware that her father knew about her and Grimmjow's doings. It was like the blood rushed to her face, making her feel flushed. It wasn't right to talk about such things with her father.

Kiyori nodded, embarrassed.

"I'm just thankful that you didn't get pregnant the first time, it would be dangerous to have a child with an Arrancar, noting the fact that the infant would be in danger due to the Hogyoku's power. It wouldn't be a problem if he had not been an Arrancar, because if that were the case, the Jin Bloodline would be safe." Tokijin said as Kiyori sheathed her Zanpakutou.

Kiyori sighed. It was full of sorrow, and other mixed feelings that she had running around in her head, "I would never let a man like Grimmjow be a father to the next heir," She said in a serious tone.

The amount of compassion in Kiyori's voice surprised Shouji. He seemed confused for a second staring at Kiyori, almost like he was unsure of who she was. Thoughts entered his head, but he quickly terminated them, allowing himself to believe that this surely was Kiyori Kurotsuchi talking.

"You say that, and yet you risk it to happen." Shouji said, startling the two with his sudden words. Kiyori knew the tiny fur ball was right.

"Tokijin, perhaps you should have killed Grimmjow instead of removing his memories," Shouji spoke, hopping up on the bed between father and daughter, "That way, we wouldn't ever have had to worry about this mess."

"Kiyori would not let me-"

"Yes, yes, let's just blame everything on Kiyori," Kiyori said, who was clearly not amused with them talking of her like that. It wasn't right, but Kiyori had started to grow a sort of disliking towards Shouji. He only seemed to be there to boss her around and mock her - to make things worse.

"Or perhaps to make things less bloody," Shouji said, eyeing Kiyori, "You should have wiped both of their memories of one another instead of risking another incident."

Kiyori burned with anger. The hotness from it made her feel as though she were growing a fever. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and her eyes teared up, but the Blue Marks on her cheekbones refused any tears or weakness. Slowly as Tokijin and Shouji chattered on Kiyori's bed, the anger slipped away, along with Kiyori herself to the nearest window.

She looked out at the starry sky. There were many moons in the sky, some different colors than the one in Hueco Mundo, and even in the World of the Living. She saw other distant planets and even galaxies. Little Supernovas and Clusters of stars shaded in colors of bright magenta, gold and cyan colors caught her eye. It made her wonder if there were clouds in Outer Space.

Kiyori stared at the gardens and statues placed so delicately around the Meido Districts central level. She wasn't on a very high up floor, but a few stories up above their bridges to the Central Hall. She watched people begin to return to their rooms. Soon enough, more came to relieve their places for a night shift.

This place was so colorful to Kiyori. It was very lively and welcoming unlike Sancre Tor. The people here were peaceful and happy, regardless to the fact that for this happiness, their soul was to be given to Hakubi.

Kiyori thought about it more. They couldn't possibly have given their souls to Hakubi, for they would be dead. Perhaps Hakubi had control over their souls?

Sooner or later, she was going to have to go into training with the woman. That only meant that she would be bound to learn more things about Hakubi and her opposite, along with herself and her own opposite. It dawned on Kiyori: Learning about her opposite. Was it true that he was really a monster?

Kiyori looked over her shoulder, not bothering to listen to Tokijin and Shouji's conversation. She sighed, silently forgiving Shouji, and cursing herself to have those thoughts about the small cat. He had helped her save her father after all, and he clearly didn't have to as he had stated many times along their journey.

She couldn't help it though. He reminded her of her father, except with a smart ass mouth. Tokijin knew how to shut his mouth. He was raised with proper skills by his parents, taught how to speak properly, act properly, even breathe properly.

The more she thought of his nobility skills, the less she recognized them over the years. It was like he had grown comfortable with Kiyori. But if that hadn't been obvious enough, it had seemed as if she had loosened his proper grip over the time they had spent together.

She slowly remembered her first day at Sancre Tor. How proper her father was. Kiyori frowned, noting the fact that he was still a tight ass in general. She shook her head, he was lucky to have parents to have taught him right. It was like now that they were talking about her mess-ups. Not to mention her first years of life, those were anything but.

Kiyori thought a little bit. Her father never spoke much of his parents. More his mother than his father. She remembered his father at the Jin meeting from a few years before, and he hadn't said much to either his sons or Kiyori. In fact, Kiyori wasn't sure if any word was even directed towards Tokijin.

Her father's eyes were averted elsewhere, such as on his older brother, herself, or Yusamujin. Probably the only people important to him. She had known the story, of course, the fact that Tokijin's father was at his 73rd year when Tokijin was born, and when he was seven, almost eight, his father had to leave to the Inferno with his mother, leaving Jashatirou to be his Jin Guardian until his older brother returned from finding a suitable wife, or he grew old enough to take care of himself.

By then, Tokijin had turned fifteen already, and was completely raised by Jashatirou. It was his time to go to the Inferno and be trained by his father, and if that was not hell enough, immediately after the training, his brother Ketsujin and Sister-In law both died. One by murder, the other by practical suicide.

So it must have been Jashatirou to raise him partially, teaching him right from wrong. Kiyori thought long and hard about Jashatirou. It only saddened her to think of him. He would have been a good father to an heir. She looked again at her father, who this time she caught eyes with.

'The Old Man is surely a good father; he clearly knows right from wrong. I can look to him for anything, and he knows just what to say.' Kiyori thought. She looked back out the window, leaving her father confused at the glance, but he chose to ignore it and leave her be.

"Kiyori," Tokijin said. Kiyori slightly jumped at the voice. She turned from the window to Tokijin who now stood up. Now that he had her attention, he spoke, "I will not permit any visits to Hueco Mundo from this point on."

Kiyori nodded, but Tokijin was caught in disbelief. Kiyori spoke, "Grimmjow will surely look for me at Sancre Tor,"

"Then his fate will fall in the hands of Sylusmaximus," Tokijin replied.

"Either way, you shouldn't have to worry, Grimmjow wouldn't have a clue as to where you went. He does not know of the Meido District or even the Nightshade District. But that still shouldn't affect anything, as an Arrancar, he only knows how to open Gargantas. Those only lead to the World of the Living, Hueco Mundo itself, or the Soul Society." Shouji said.

"So, that will only mean no more trips to Hueco Mundo, or any visits to Grimmjow," Tokijin said. He eyed Kiyori who saddened a bit, "Promise me that you will not return."

"I promise." Kiyori said looking at both her father and Shouji.

Tokijin nodded before he spoke, "Well Kiyori, while I was at the Inferno, I had a talk with Yusamujin-sama and Hakubi-sama."

"About?" Kiyori asked, curious.

"In a few days, you're going to start training with Hakubi-sama. She says you have a lot to learn, and her training you will change that." Tokijin replied.

Kiyori groaned, "Okay."

Sancre Tor.

Over the next few days then weeks on end, Yumaki and MiroTano continued their visits, though in secret. Very few of them were sexual, since many of the visits had to be short. People would start to become suspicious if they sensed their Reiatsu together, and they would most definitely notice if one of them disappeared.

This explained why Yumaki hadn't been able to go to the Meido District to tell Kiyori what had been happening, but she still wasn't sure if her friend was even there.

The residents of Sancre Tor were growing impatient. It was taking much longer than expected to locate Kiyori Kurotsuchi, and this also fired up Sylusmaximus. Something else that had pissed him off was the fact that Tokijin's body was missing from the platform that was inside the room for the Fumetsu no Makibi process.

His first thought was MiroTano, but MiroTano argued saying that it clearly only would have happened when he wasn't at his post, which was at night when he'd be resting in his room. It angered Sylusmaximus to the fact that there was a Coup in his own conspiracy.

And to make things worse, Tokijin was alive. He knew that something was wrong when his body wasn't incarcerated in stone like the other past Jin Successors. Because it hadn't, the man was clearly not dead, but he was. If anything, Tokijin would return with a fight. That itself made Sylusmaximus shiver.

That Zanpakutou of his was a powerful force to be reckoned with. A small cut could kill anyone, and he was personally happy to the fact that Tokijin had used Inazuma with Kiyori, but for some reason it was like the power worked slower on her, almost as if it didn't want to take it.

Sylusmaximus thought of Tokijin ever releasing the Zanpakutou. It made him take in a deep breath, wishing it to be something he never lived to see.

For a Vasto Lordes who has removed their mask in exchange for a Zanpakutou, their release was not like an Arrancar's. Releasing a Vasto Lordes' Zanpakutou meant that the power of their blade would become one with them, not unlike how Kiyori and Tokijin had merged together. While Tokijin was apart of Kiyori, Kiyori still had control of her body.

Whatever power the Zanpakutou possessed would be in the power of the beholder, making them much, much stronger. The Vasto Lordes would have control, but not full control. A Vasto Lordes is never meant to remove their mask, and one who was born without one had to suck up their fate. Once the deal is sealed to remove the mask, the Vasto Lordes must agree to the consequences of release.

No Vasto Lordes would want to stay in their released form, for fear that their Zanpakutou would take over. One usually relies on the blade and their own skill instead, and it's uncommon to find an unmasked Vasto Lordes who released their Zanpakutou unless they were extremely angry. However, it is easy to tell when they have released their Zanpakutou because their eyes would be hollowfied and their Reiatsu would be extremely crushing. That only depends on the person's own Reiatsu, their power, and how strong their Zanpakutou is.

Sylusmaximus placed Tokijin's Reiatsu, along with his power, and how strong his Zanpakutou was together in a pot within his mind. He subconsciously gulped. But then again, Tokijin was very hard to anger, but the thought of the marriage curse upon him would make him easy to anger.

The only time he would have ever stumbled across the fact that the man was ever angered to the point of release was when the newest Successor was born and his Garganta powers were taken from him, allowing him to never be with his own heir. It was recorded that hundreds were killed that day, and the anger flowed out from him in large waves. Especially after the power had been taken from him.

Sylusmaximus figured that Tokijin would have released Inazuma when his Garganta powers were gone, making it harder for the residents of Sancre Tor to restrain him. It had been Teijo, Tomi Umino, and MiroTano who had to put him down together.

But now Teijo was dead. What a good apprentice he would have become.

Earlier that Afternoon, Sylusmaximus had called for a small group to retrieve Yumaki Mori from her room and take her to be interrogated. Sylusmaximus had interrogated her many times before, and still had come across nothing. But the two women were so close, she was bound to know something.

Sylusmaximus had called MiroTano to come with him to the room in which the interrogation would take place. As they entered, Yumaki was already there, sitting on a white chair facing the door that the two men entered. Yumaki and MiroTano exchanged glances at one another, though he stayed near the door.

Sylusmaximus made his way to a chair across from Yumaki. There was a small desk between them, and other than that, the room was completely empty. The echos themselves had already grown annoying to her.

"Yumaki Mori, it must be obvious as to why I called you here, and you do know that I would like some answers," Sylusmaximus started.

"And in each of those meetings, I have given you the same answer, I know nothing." She retorted.

"You were Kiyori Kurotsuchi's so called, 'Best friend', true?" he asked.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that she told me anything or where she had planned to go." Yumaki replied.

Sylusmaximus sighed. His chin had been resting in his palm and he knew that these constant meetings and questions were getting him no where in locating the Heir to the Successor.

"Yumaki, stand up would you please?" Sylusmaximus said, standing up. Yumaki narrowed her eyes and slowly stood from her chair. He walked over to her, now standing in front. They stared at each other before he spoke again, "MiroTano, come here, behind Yumaki Mori."

MiroTano studied the man, but followed the order, moving the chair Yumaki had sat in out of his way. Now, Yumaki stood between the two men. Sylusmaximus nodded once to MiroTano. MiroTano didn't like where this was going, but he still complied. He gripped Yumaki's shoulders, making her tense up. His thumbs massaged her shoulder blades, making her relax.

Sylusmaximus stared at Yumaki, who was only a third of the size of the large and muscular man behind her, "I don't know why I didn't try this the first time," Sylusmaximus said. He looked down at his right sleeve, it being white in color, and smiled slightly.

Sylusmaximus pulled his fist back quickly and sent it towards Yumaki's face. She flinched, closing her eyes tight, but felt nothing. She felt one of MiroTano's hands move from her shoulders the second Sylusmaximus had pulled back.

Yumaki opened her eyes and saw the fist only inches from her face, and MiroTano's hand was enclosed around Sylusmaximus' wrist, preventing the move. Yumaki moved back away from the fist, only to bump into MiroTano from behind. She moved out of his way, looking at him, who stared at Sylusmaximus with fierce and protective eyes. Sylusmaximus stared back, but was caught in a sort of surprise.

"MiroTano, I had not suspected you to do this," Sylusmaximus said, pulling his fist away. Yumaki stayed close to MiroTano who too pulled back.

"I will not allow any harm against Yumaki," MiroTano said.

"Ah, that's right," Sylusmaximus replied, "You love this woman."

MiroTano narrowed his eyes at Sylusmaximus, "If she says that she does not know where Kiyori is, then she does not know. I have interrogated her myself, and it's still the same answer."

Sylusmaximus sighed, "Very well then," He turned to leave the room, "The platforms for Fumetsu no Makibi have been completed, therefore you no longer have to guard that door."

"What does that have to do with anything?" MiroTano asked.

Sylusmaximus opened the door, but stopped and looked over his shoulder, "That means that you two can continue your relationship, because Yumaki will no longer be a distraction."

Sylusmaximus caught a glimpse of their shocked expressions before he left the room. He smiled a bit at their reactions. For some reason, he liked to make people feel happy. Sure, in this situation he was the bad guy, but that didn't mean that in general that he was. If he wasn't fighting for immortality, this whole thing would be different.

This happiness for MiroTano and Yumaki wasn't going to last, because Sylusmaximus' happiness came first in his eyes, and in the end, only he would truly be happy.

Las Noches

'That bitch!' Grimmjow thought to himself. He had only woken up a few minutes prior to the realization that Kiyori had left again, except this time there was no note, no nothing. Grimmjow took in angry breaths in an effort to keep his composure. He was quickly angered again at the thought of her not waking him up to tell him that she had gone. He couldn't sense her either.

For that matter, who knows where the hell Kiyori left to. She could still be in Las Noches, or perhaps hiding under his bed. The only reasonable explanation would be for her to return to Sancre Tor. He wanted an explanation, or better, for her to return.

Now that his memories were back, he wanted to continue where he left off, and that was to get Kiyori back to his bed. He snarled at himself for not doing so when Kiyori actually was in his bed, but exhaustion wrapped their arms around him and consumed him in much needed sleep. The headache he had while trying to remember Kiyori and everything had left when his memories returned, along with the Impure Jasmine herself. But now that she is gone, that headache returned.

Grimmjow still sat on the edge of his bed. He would have heard her leave if she had gone through the door, so that obviously wasn't the case. He got up to search every inch of his room. Nothing. She was gone.

He gritted his teeth in frustration with the woman. She was driving him mad. He sighed, calming. He'd simply just go to Sancre Tor and retrieve the girl. It'd be that simple. He turned to face his window, staring at the many white dunes of Hueco Mundo. He narrowed his eyes and Sonidoed out of the Southern Fortress, across them quickly.

He Sonidoed without any troubles, reaching the halfway point between Sancre Tor and Las Noches. He continued to Sonido, noticing how the sand began elevating upwards. Grimmjow then stopped, noticing a large patch of stone shifting downwards into the dunes that elevated up, it clearly having been covered before. The stone patch was Sancre Tor's stone.

By this point, he could see Sancre Tor, it was a few miles away, but not far away. Why was its stone all the way out here? He ignored it. Why should he give two shits? He continued to Sonido until he was just outside the mile high walls of Sancre Tor. He levitated up until he was meters above and away from the edge. At the edge were the same columns of women who held their arms open, welcoming Vasto Lordes'.

He saw a group of Vasto Lordes' gather out on the large pathway of the wall, demanding what he wanted. He wasn't shocked or surprised when the Head of Security Sonidoed up a few feet from him.

Tomi Umino.

"What business do you have with Sancre Tor, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques?" Umino asked. His arms were crossed, and the springtime winds blew harshly against the two men.

"I want to talk with Kiyori." Grimmjow stated flatly.

"So your memories have returned," Umino said, more to himself than Grimmjow, "Kiyori hasn't been here in nearly two months, unfortunately."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Grimmjow asked, "She was just with me earlier!"

Umino's eyes shot wide, "What!" he practically shouted, "Where has she gone?"

"How the fuck should I know? I came here to look for her!" Grimmjow replied.

"Dammit," Umino grumbled. He thought for a bit, looking at his boots. He looked up at Grimmjow who was growing impatient, "You had no sort of idea where she might have gone at all?"

"No, I immediately suspected this place, but it's not like I can detect her or anything," Grimmjow said, rolling his eyes.

"Nor can any of us," Umino said, "We have been searching for her for ages."

"What for?" Grimmjow asked.

"That's classified," Umino said, turning around to levitate down onto the Pathway of Sancre Tor's Wall.

"Classified?" Grimmjow asked, "Who am I gonna tell?" Grimmjow slowly levitated towards the walls.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, if you step a foot on these walls, I will kill you, I have been given orders to obliterate anyone from outside of Sancre Tor who lays a finger on the walls."

Grimmjow smirked, and Sonidoed onto the walls, a few feet away from Umino. Umino narrowed his eyes and immediately unsheathed his Zanpakutou, lashing it out at Grimmjow. Grimmjow was quick enough to catch his blade with his own Zanpakutou.

Umino pulled back his blade, and during that time Grimmjow struck his steel against Umino, at his neck making a loud metal-like crashing sound. However, Grimmjow was shocked to see no injury at all. Umino only glared at him.

"I do not wish to fight you, but that would mean to go against my orders, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." Umino said, "I must add that you need study your opponents more before you engage in a battle with them."

Grimmjow snarled, he should have known. Tomi Umino was the head of Hierro. It was nearly impossible to kill the man with an injury to his skin. The man's life would surely have been ended long before if it hadn't been for the strength and anti-pierce power of that Hierro.

Umino had no doubt been cut before plenty times in his lifetime, seeing the several scars on his arms and face, but none that brought him death. Grimmjow personally thought that to be unfortunate.

If Grimmjow's first attempt at a cut didn't work, why would any of the others? He honestly didn't feel like fighting anyhow, he wanted to find Kiyori. He found distaste in being within or at least at Sancre Tor's walls since Kiyori was definitely not here. Though he did want to know why they were so focused on finding her themselves.

To both men's surprise, Sylusmaximus himself Sonidoed to the wall, between but away from them.

"Who is this?" Sylusmaximus asked Umino.

"Grimmjow Jeagerjaques." Grimmjow spoke for himself.

"You're an Arrancar as I can tell from your mask bit," Sylusmaximus said, "Why are you here?"

"I came to see Kiyori, but I guess she ain't here." Grimmjow said.

"No, she isn't. But I have figured her to either be in the Meido District or the Inferno for safety and security." Sylusmaximus said.

Umino sheathed his Zanpakutou and stood up straight, "Grimmjow here said that Kiyori was with him not too long ago, however she left, and he came here to look for her."

Sylusmaximus' eyes widened, "It would only make sense for her to be on the Southern side of Hueco Mundo," he said quietly, "Have a search team set out beyond the Halfway point, near the Las Noches base, both the surface and Menos Forest."

Grimmjow sheathed his blade, seeing now purpose in fighting. Who is this guy? Was he their new leader or something?

"My apologies, where are my manners," Sylusmaximus said, "My name is Sylusmaximus, and you have no purpose being here. Please return to Las Noches, or anywhere but the Northern Fortress."

Grimmjow growled and found himself complying to that statement. The name seemed awfully familiar though the more he though of it. He walked to the edge, but turned around to face Sylusmaximus and Umino again.

"What do you want with Kiyori, anyway?" Grimmjow asked.

"Her blood." Sylusmaximus simply said.

"Her blood?" Grimmjow repeated, "Well good luck with that, it always returns to her. There's no killing that girl. Even earlier I planned on mopping her up in a pool of her own blood, but it just went back into her."

This confused Sylusmaximus, but Umino knew what Grimmjow meant, and he swore under his breath.

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at Sylusmaximus, nodding slightly at the idea that popped in his mind, "You're Syl's dad aren't ya?"

Sylusmaximus was stunned at the name, "Syl...via's father, yes. She is-"

"Dead I know, I don't care, and I don't mean to make anything awkward but... I fucked your daughter." Grimmjow said flashing his teeth, canines and all. Sylusmaximus' eyes shot wide and poured full with anger.

Sylusmaximus dashed towards him. No one was to dare talk of his deceased daughter in such a way, sure he had to when gaining Sancre Tor's trust, but not this Outsider, this Arrancar. Grimmjow smirked and Sonidoed away, long gone.

"I will Remember your face Grimmjow Jeagerjaques! I only pray for you to return to this Fortress once again, for that will be the end of your days! Never shall you meddle with Vasto Lordes affairs, and never shall you speak upon with disrespect towards my deceased heir!" Sylusmaximus screamed out, powerful Reiatsu growing with every word. You could practically see the smoke rushing out of his ears, but he wasn't willing to put up a fight, now here, not now.

Umino tugged on Sylusmaximus' arm, getting his attention. Sylusmaximus stared at the Head of Security, perplexed. He sighed, letting out one more breath of steam before he regained his composure, calming. Still, he was angry. He gritted his teeth and freed himself from Umino's grip.

People along the walls and some on the bridges watched, quietly at Sylusmaximus' rage. He Sonidoed away to some place else, leaving people shocked at his sudden anger over who was once their enemy.

Amaya Sonidoed down to the bridge next to Umino, where they embraced, "Grimmjow was here?" she asked.

Umino nodded, freeing her, "Looking for Kiyori, of course."

"His memories are back?" She asked, "Who would have known."

"I chose not to kill him, even though he entered." Umino said.

"Why was that?" Amaya asked.

"I wanted to interrogate him further, however, I do respect Kiyori's wishes in not having the man killed." Umino said.

"I don't see how we're supposed to be on Sylusmaximus' side, but yet we would easily switch sides and go against him," Amaya stated quietly.

"Nor can I," Umino said, "But neither of us like him," Amaya nodded, and added, "Never have, never will."

"Right," Umino replied.

"Oh yeah, Yumaki-san and MiroTano are finally back together again," Amaya said cheerfully.

"At least there is some good news here." Umino said sitting down on the edge of Sancre Tor's wall, facing Hueco Mundo's white dunes.

Amaya nodded, too sitting down. She kissed his cheek continuously, and he closed his eyes to her light touch. She stopped and there was a silence, but their bodies still communicated with their closeness.

"I just hope that Grimmjow does not return again." Amaya said with a sigh.

"If he's smart, he won't. He has all the time in the world to search Southern Hueco Mundo for Kiyori, but if he comes across the Halfway point, Sylusmaximus is sure to kill him. He has no business with Sancre Tor anymore." Umino stated.

"So if he shows up here, would it be an order for us to kill him?" Amaya asked.

"Yes." Umino said, "Grimmjow was never welcomed here from the point to when he lost his memories 'til never. If he is sighted or sensed. It is his own personal death-wish."

"I take it then it'd be impossible for him to see Kiyori again?" Amaya asked.

"Well, there's no way he could get to the Underworld, and none of us besides Yumaki or Sylusmaximus could open a gate, but that would be the stupidest idea trying to invade the Meido district." Umino replied, "Especially with Hakubi-sama out of the Inferno, it'd be suicide!"

"Ah, no wonder why we haven't searched there." Amaya said. Amaya tended to have those blonde moments when it came to strategies and organizing plans. Umino nodded.

"Tomi?" she asked, looking at him. Umino's gray eyes met hers, "Yes?"

"Whose side are we on?" she asked.

"For our lives, Sylusmaximus', when Kiyori returns, then her's." Umino said. Amaya nodded, grabbing his hand and holding it. Their relationship was still fresh. Umino blushed at this. He wasn't into the lovey-dovey things that Amaya was, and whenever she did stuff like this, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"You always blush, Tomi," Amaya said giggling, "I love it!"

He looked down and away as the blush increased. Amaya's smile widened and she freed his hand, but wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him all over. Making him grunt in response. What made him fall for such a woman, he hadn't a clue. But despite all this discomfort, he wouldn't have it any other way.

God, you haven't a clue as to how much this chapter pissed me off. At one point, I typed a whole bunch, then tried to save, but FANFICTION just HAD to log me out, so I had to start all over again. FML. Well now this hoe is over with and I can finally relax.

The last part of the chapter dealing with Umino and Amaya was kind of filler, but it's still important for future things, and also for preventing future confusion within your bodies. Idk lol. Well yeah.

*Also! Keep in mind that what is said about Vasto Lordes Zanpakutou's. Tis be verry in important. I don't just add info like that. Well. Yeah I do. But usually it's important!

*Hmm, this may be the last you see of Grimmjow for a bit in this story. I'll be sure to add him again in later chapters, but its coming to the point in its all OC. So if you don't care for a story without Grimmjow for a goodass while, which was pretty much this whole story (lol) then stop reading or prepare for another long wait to see him again!

I feel like I talked a lot about Tokijin in this chapter. You guys know hardly anything about him, it'd be different if I actually typed up Gold and Green, then you guys could read that and be like 'omg'. But part of me wants to just write out all my OC's stories and how it all contributes to my story, dealing with who they are and why they are that way blah blah. But yeah.

*Next chapter will more than likely be short. Like really short. It's gonna be filler, so you have been warned. However, it IS important. A lot of the small things and what not are important, so be sure you actually read everything carefully before you get caught in a ball of confusion. I typed a lot. lol. Damn.

Apologies! But yeah, Thanks for the reviews, I ppppreciate it. :)

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