Hello again lovelies! =D As promised here is another update in a timely fashion instead of a three month wait *bashful giggles* However I must say, the lack of over flowing reviews must be some sort of evil punishment for me taking so long to update, which i fully accept. But let it be known that know we're even and I expect reviews, OKAY? Please...? Lol. Thank you to those who did review and for those that didnt well shame on you. Youve made me a very sad author T_T (are you buying the tears?) Here is the next chapter, all from Gin's point of view so enjoy enjoy enjoy!

~~ The Great Rebellion~~

Recklessly swerving into Hueco Mundo Co. headquarters, I didn't even stop to cut the engine before I was out of the car and on my feet. In fact, I hadn't even bothered to park, just pulled up onto the sidewalk in front of the doors, nearly grazing the wall and from the look on the lost little valet parker's face, I could tell it had been a close call.

"Ah-ahh Mr. Ichimaru-sama, i-it's a pleasure to see you again" He sputtered as I sauntered past him without a second glance.

Inside, the concierge was hurriedly muttering to someone in hushed tones while throwing anxious glances at the lobby. By the time I had stalked up to the desk, he looked as though he had soiled his pants. "Good. He should be scared. They should all be scared 'cause I'm in no mood ta fuck around with these idiots anymore. Blubberin assholes, all o' 'em. And right now I need ta talk ta the chief asshole in charge, Souske or I swear ta God I'll blow a hole through their fuckin heads and…"

"Easy Gin, easy." My hand was edging towards the 9mm in my holster as the concierge looked on with increasing horror. "Talk now. Shoot later. The boy is frightened enough as is." Bringing my hands forward slowly, I folded them on the desk counter with what I hoped was a pleasant smile.

"Where is he?"

The man fumbled dangerously over his own tongue in his rush to answer me. "Where is whom, sir?"

Smiling brighter I replied in as calm a voice as I could muster. "Don't fuck with me, ne? Yah know exactly who I'm talkin 'bout and I'm in no mood fer the bullshit so tell me which whole in the wall hes hiddin in and I'll be on mah way."

"Im s-s-sorry sir but you'll have to be a b-bit more specific if you want me to help you. Now, first I'll need your full name as well as the name of who you're trying to-"

Swooosh.

"Yare yare will yah look at that. Ive run out o' patience," I sighed. Suddenly, my neck was full of tension and I cracked my neck to both sides as I took aim with the 9mm. The shocked look on the guy's face was priceless. "Lemme make this a lil clearer fer yah, ne? Where. Is. Aizen?"

"A-a-aizen-sama is in a meeting right now, if you could-"

Click. I pulled the safety back and smiled with zeal. "Try again. And this time, gimme an answer I like."

"Room 631, 631! He said he didn't want to be disturbed but that if you insisted to send you up directly to room 631, Ichimaru sir! I-I mean, Lord Ichimaru-sama!"

The smile fell from my face as I dropped my arm and let the gun totter on one finger. "See," I hummed turning away, "That wasn't so hard ta remember, now was it?"

"N-not at all sir, have a pleasant evening and a safe trip!" Out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand egde under the desk cautiously.

"Don't waster yer time hittin that panic button, ne? I aint gonna be here long enough fer the squad ta show up no how."

Briskly I glided between the elevator doors and hit the close door button before the idiot behind the desk could piss me off further. Just as quickly, the personnel access card was out of my pocket and inserted into the wall as I punched in the security code and hit the top floor button. I hadn't been lying when I said I wouldn't be here long enough for the squad to get here in time. I just needed to here it from Aizen's mouth himself that he had taken Toshiro. From there, the rest would handle itself and no matter how messy things got, we were both good enough of a shot that it wouldn't take more than a couple seconds to finish off the other. All I had to do now was find him. When the elevator doors chimed open, one of his guards was there to greet me, hand out stretched in a stop sign. The guy was tall but built like a brick house, about as wide as he was tall and full of brawn. I knew his face, he was one of the best ones around. Pity I was gonna have to retire him for a couple months

"Sir, I'm gonna have to take your weapon and ask you to please-"

The sentence was cut short as my fist collided with his nose, a sickening crunch resounding down the hallway. Clutching his nose with one hand, the guard's fist shot out with the other, narrowly grazing my face. Ducking I brought the butt of the gun down hard against his jaw twice before he parried the blow knowing me back off balance.

"Ne, ne yer face looks like a nasty Jackson Pollock paintin! Yah should get that checked out before it swells anymore."

"You no good son of a -" the guard roared charging at me with his own gun raised.

Shaking my head at his sloppy form and wobbly stance, I side stepped just as he nearly bounded right into me and brought my foot down on his calf with the heel of my boot until I heard - and felt- another sickening crack. His scream of agony confirmed that I had broke the bone clean in half. Using the rest of his momentum, I swung him into the elevator and pressed the down button.

As the doors shut on his groans I bent over to follow him and waved happily. "Buh-bye!" Brushing my self off with an accomplished sigh, I turned to see two more guards with defensive stances located down the hallway. At the end of the corridor was the one room on the floor: room 631. "One asshole down, two more ta go. This night just keeps gettin better and better…." Walking forward with a grin, I holstered my gun and clasped my hands. "Are one o' yah gonna pick who goes next o' should I?" For a moment they glanced at each other uncertainly then seemed to make a silent decision. They both charged at the same time. "Yare, yare," I grinned "Treesomes are mah favorite."

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Brang!

The office doors slammed open as the last guard fell through the doors backwards and landed, passed out on top of a glass table that shattered underneath his girth. "How messy." Lookin up from the guard, I realized the room was dead silent. Too silent. There was one chair at the end of the 20 foot long conference table and it was facing the floor to ceiling glass window that over looked the dark Tokyo city night. Aizen had always liked this view. He said it made him feel as though he sat atop of the world. Next to the chair was a steaming cup of tea that looked curiously untouched. Which was strange for Aizen; I had never seen him leave a mug unfinished. Quirking a brow at the silent room, I pulled my gun, firing four shots into the back of the chair. The force of the shots jolted it, nearly tipping it over before it turned sideways and revealed that it was empty….just as I had expected.

"How brash of you Ichimaru. Suppose our Lord Aizen-sama had been seated in that chair? What would have been your excuse for his death?" Quietly, Ulquiorra stepped out of the shadows on the far right of the room, gun in his hand and a cautious glint in his dead eyes.

"I wouldn't o' had an excuse but we both know he wasn't there anyway so it's a moot point. But speakin o' Lord Aizen, yah mind tellin me where he is?"

Ulquiorra ignored me, eyes flashing down to the bloodied mess at my feet. "Did you come here for the sheer sake of destruction, Ichimaru, or was there something else you desired?"

"Ne, we both know good and damn well what I've come fer. Now tell me where he is," I snarled, my hand involuntarily clenching around my gun. Ulquiorra didn't fail to notice.

"Or else what? Will you mow me down like those three paltry guards, shoot your comrade in arms?"

I sighed, closed my eyes and took a deep calming breath. "I don't want ta hurt yah. In fact this aint got nothing ta do with yah and I'd rather yah stayed out o' it altogether. Just tell me where Souske is and I'll be on mah way. I've got business with him that cant wait any longer."

"If youre referring to Hitsugaya Toshiro then that business is no longer a topic open for discussion. The situation has already been handled."

I didn't see my gun raise until it was aim at his chest. "What?"

"Drop the gun, Ichimaru, we both know you're not going to shoot."

"Don't be so sure 'bout that. Where is he?"

"Who? Aizen or Hitsugaya? At this point, the location really is all one in the same."

"Damnit Ulquiorra, yah know where he is don't y-"

"Where he is and where he is not is not the question. Right now, we need to work on the issue of your little tirade. You cannot continue shooting up the city like a mindless drone. The havoc you are intent on wreaking will do you no good and it will be troublesome to help you if you insist on invoking Aizen-sama's wrath. Drop the gun."

Coolly, we stared each other down. I didn't want to trust him or reason with him or listen to what he had to say. I wanted to tear down walls and let the wild beast within me rage until Toshiro was in my arms again. If I had to rape and pillage the city, burn down buildings, murder entire families I would. I would see Toshiro again by any means necessary but first I wanted vengeance. I wanted blood. I wanted retribution and all the other spoils of war I had come to crave but at the very least, I had to know he was still alive. And right now, the fastest way to do that was to cooperate. With a growl, I dropped my arm, the safety clicking back into place once again.

"I said drop it, not lower your arms."

"Thats the best yer gonna get outta me right now Ulquiorra and I'm runnin on a very short fuse. So why dontcha be a good lil Espada and tell me what yah know?"

Fixing me with a cold stare Ulquiorra quipped, "Who said I intended to tell you anything?"

"Well if yah didn't, I would'a already been dead, ne?"

Once again we fell into silence, sizing each other up incase things turned messy. Then, "You should sit," he murmured, bracing a hip on the edge of the desk. His calm façade grated on my nerves.

"I'd rather not. Where is Toshiro?"

Sighing almost imperceptibly, Ulquiorra closed his eyes. "He is where you think he is."

Growling, I clenched my fist around the edge of the table until it bit into my fingers. "Id like ta hear yah say it nonetheless"

"He is with Aizen as we speak."

Something leapt in my chest at the confirmation. "Is he… alright?"

"Yes, Gin he is fine. Let that be a balm for your troubled mind. Not a hair on his head is out of place and he is under 24 hour surveillance to ensure that he stays that way."

The tension rolled off of me in waves and I felt my shoulders sag with relief. Despite myself, I found my arms bracing against the table as my head hung, bowed with the hangover and sleep deprivation I'd been fighting all night. Suddenly, for the first time since I'd opened my eyes to find Toshiro gone, the full impact of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. The time had come. I was going to have to pick between Aizen and Toshiro. The choice was obvious for me but apparently Aizen still had some qualms about accepting that for me, he could never even be second best compared to Toshiro. After tonight, however he would never have to wonder again. I'd make sure of that.

"Take me ta 'em," I growled, enraged that Souske thought it was within his right to disturb my home, my life all for the one person he could never have. Toshiro belonged to me and I would never, ever give him up. It seemed I would have to prove that point with blood. "Take me ta 'em right this minute. This bullshit ends tonight."

"No."

"What the hell do you mean 'no.' There is no more leeway I can give him, Ulquiorra. He knew what would happen if he touched him. I told him in no uncertain terms that the day he touched him would be the day he died. And I never go back on mah promises."

Ulquiorra turned to me dryly, sarcasm tingeing his eyes. "I do not doubt you for a minute. However, before you run headlong into your certain death, perhaps you should reconsider."

"There is nothing ta reconsider! Toshiro is mine!"

"I'm not sure he believes the boy was ever yours to begin with and these days I doubt he thinks anything doesn't belong to him. A God does not share his toys."

Straightening slightly, I pointedly inspected him from head to toe. "Ulqui, 're yah purposefully trynna piss me off? Its like yer not listenin to a word I -"

"No Ichimaru, it is you that is not listening to what I am saying."

"That's because yah havent said nothin and im gettin pretty damn tired o' yer loyal lil puppy act! What do yah expect me ta do, let him just sit there and rot? I got him into this and I've got ta get him out. I should have-"

"I refuse to speak to you if you will not get a grip on yourself," Ulquiorra snapped, standing up sharply and slamming his had on the desk hard. It was the most worked up I had seen him in years and his uncharacteristic irritation intrigued me into silence. "The fact is, now is not the time for you to go on a rampage and shoot up everything that gets in your way. Aizen will inevitably have you eradicated you if you keep this pestilent behavior up. There is only so much he is willing to over look, even for his brother."

"Is that so? Is that what he told yah o' are yah makin yer own assumptions 'cause quite frankly I've tested the waters with Souske before and theres a whole lot more I could do before he really gets pissed."

"Not these days, there isnt. Not if you want to ever see Hitsugaya again."

I smiled tightly, piqued by his suddenly ominous tone. "Speak. Now. Before I lose mah patience with yer riddles."

Ulquiorra didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned to stare out the window at the pitch black sky in contemplation. I bristled in irritation. However, once again I got the feeling that something was very off about the entire situation. Although his expression hadn't changed, I could see the anxiety in his posture. From the tilt of his head to the clench of his hands, I felt the unease pour off of him in waves; he was worried about something, which was a rare as an alien crash landing in the middle of Tokyo. Something was definitely wrong.

"Recently Lord Aizen-sama has become psychologically… unbalanced."

"He's been missin a few marbles since he was a kid. Tell me somethin I don't know."

Slanting me an irritated glance, Ulquiorra continued in his usual querulous monotone. "In the last year, there have been changes in our lord that can only be described as volatile and unpredictable in nature. It has affected both this personal and business life severely. He takes offense at the slightest transgression of our company members and those that refuse to adhere to his every whim meet untimely and rather vicious ends. In the beginning it was only a few and I thought they could be accredited to a bad mood. But now the assassinations have become more frequent, more brutal and all have been completely unnecessary. The sheer savagery of his actions are disturbing to say the least. Worse yet he has founded an unthinkable reliance on some of Szayel's more questionable of talents…"

The chill that settled over the room was dense with the unspoken meaning of Ulquiorra's last statement. We both knew what Szayel was capable of if not kept on a tight leash. Although he possessed a sickly sweet sort of charm, just below the surface lurked a madman who thrived off of science and destruction. The idea of him having free reign to test his experiments and systems of torture, let alone to have Aizen's full backing was unimaginable. The amount of carnage that would be left in his wake would be enough to damage the organization permanently if Souske didn't stop him.

"It is too late for him to be stopped," Ulquiorra quipped, as though he had read my thoughts. "The unexplainable deaths have already begun. Mangled bodies, decapitated men, mindless zombie-like guards, genetically enhanced fetuses…the mansion is constantly alight with ghoulish screams. It has become a mad house."

"I don't know what yah expect me ta do with all o' this. I may not o' been officially let go but I left the family long ago and if I remember correctly I told yah ta leave too. If the Aizen Clan is going down, I suggest yah jump ship 'cause I cant say I particularly care one way o' another if the company survives" I bit out tersely. I was almost sure Ulquiorra didn't expect me to return and regulate the Yakuza family or take over in Souske's stead but just in case, I wanted him to be sure I didn't give two fucks if everything came crashing down.

"I wouldn't expect other wise and frankly I too feel the organization has run its course. But there is another problem."

Cautiously I prodded him to continue. "Oh?"

"The men are talking Ichimaru. The powerful leader they once revered has become a symbol of madness and conceit. Not all are willing to bow to Hueco Mundo law if Aizen cannot remember that it is we who have given him the support he needs to rise to power. And if he cannot see that, the men are willing to let him fall but not the lifestyle the organization has created for them. They will usurp him if necessary. There are whispers of a mutiny, a rebellion. However, they need a leader…"

Instantly, my eyes darted up to his face, checking to see if there was any merit to his words."….Why are yah tellin me all this Ulquiorra?" I asked, genuinely shocked. Although I was his captain, far be it for me to arrogantly assume Ulquirroa's devotion to me was greater than his devotion to Souske. If there was one thing to be said about Ulquiorra, it was that he was loyal, to the bitter end. The things he was saying now seemed to go against every fiber in his being that lived to serve Aizen and the organization. It was unnerving, interesting and laughable all at the same time to see Aizen's strongest supporter betray him. Yet, although I wanted to gloat at his downfall my mind couldn't help but think of the vast opportunities this rebellion would provide. If Aizen were murdered, the mad rush for power over the Clan would be the perfect out for both Toshiro and I. Many might assume that I would join the tumult but once they saw I had no wish to control the family, I would be free. We would be free of the life I had tried so hard to leave behind and failed to escape.

"Because I refuse to serve a Lord who has no direction, no sense of evolution or decorum," Ulquiorra stated matter-of-factly. "I care little for what would happen to me if I was to follow him down his path of destruction but Orihime…I cannot let him corrupt her more than he already has. I fear she wouldn't survive it. I cannot ask her to die for a man who has already ruined her life."

A smile played on the edges of my lips as the puzzle pieces clicked together perfectly. "Ahh, now we come to the real source of the problem. Little Ulqui is worried about his precious Orihime. Of course that's the issue. Why else would he be so agitated?" Ulquiorra was almost never flustered, never ruffled and absolutely never traitorous…unless it came to his darling little Orihime. He would do unimaginable things for that girl. Things that bordered on insanity.

"Ne, ne this is all about yer lil girlfriend! And here I thought yah genuinely cared fer me and mah situation. Yer breakin mah heart Ulquiorra," I tease, pout forming on my lips as he turned to me grimly.

"You and your insipid love affair are not my concern. It is not my place to support or condemn Aizen's disapproval of the relationship. But what I can do is accept an opportunity when it is placed in front of me. We can both help each other, Ichimaru. I can get you Hitsugaya and you can get me out. The choice is yours."

"Yah do realize what yer doin, yeah? If yah help me they'll be no turnin back."

"I know full well the consequences for my actions if we do not succeed."

I smiled brightly, veins pumping wildly with adrenaline as I moved one step closer to Toshiro. Yes, I could feel it now. I could feel his skin pressed flush against mine, his baby soft hair trailing across my chest and Aizen's blood spilling through my fingers. It was all coming together so neatly now. The scales were tipping in my direction and all it needed was a little push.

"Are yah willin ta die fer her then? Are yah willin ta put it all on the line?"

"I will follow your lead, whatever it may be Ichimaru-sama, and if it comes to that, I will gladly give my life to save her."

"Well then, it looks like yah've got yerself a deal!" I sang happily, holstering my gun as the smile fell from my face and my eyes opened, boring him with a stare that blazed with determination and rage. "Take me to the men and I will give you your rebellion."

:D There wasnt as much of Gin thinking as there was Gin doing things in this chapter. Which is good. You guys get to see my baby in action *starry eyed smile* I dont think there'll be another Gin pov for a while cause a lot is about to go down at the Aizen Mansion *le gasp* However, at the end after everything winds down, the epilouge blah blah blah there will definitely be more peeks into Gin's Head. -NOTA BENE: Let it be known the ending is nowhere in sight yet. There are many many MANY more chapters to come =} Ciao kids!

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