A/N: We're getting to the climax! Whoohooty! And this chapter came out like a week after the last one, so I'm hoping this'll boost the readership, haha. I've been so slack lately!

Suggested listening: "Addicted" by Sweetbox

Chapter 25: May I have Another?

Hisana, despite her diminutive size and growing belly, growled under her breath as the guard she strangled flailed until his face was tinted a pale shade of blue. Releasing him, he fell with a muffled thud to the floor. Dragging his prone form away from the main walkway, she taped his mouth and tied his hands shut with zip ties she had procured from the pantry.

Stalking the hallways, she crept nearer and nearer to the infirmary, gloved fingers keeping one hand on the left wall at all times. She was very familiar with Aizen's compound by now, but what she did now required a vast deal of courage, intestinal fortitude, and all that jazz. She gripped the six inch field knife she had stolen from another unconscious victim, and slunk up behind the next guard.

The knife handle slammed into his temple, and her hand shot over his mouth. He attempted to yelp, but the razor-edged knife pressed against his neck, a thin trickle of blood slipping down into his uniform. He trembled, and she pulled him towards the nearest storage closet, opened it, and slammed him inside, knife still pressed tightly against his neck.

The lights were still off as she kept pressure gently applied to the man's neck. "Now I'm going to move my hand," she growled. "If you scream, that's it." To emphasize what "it" actually was, she pressed the knife in hard enough to draw blood once more, "Got the picture?"

He nodded, longer than regulation hair touching the skin that showed from beneath the sleeve of her uniform. She let her hand go from his mouth, and relaxed her hold on the knife handle. "Now, tell me what's going on with the prisoners brought in earlier this afternoon."

"Why should I?" an eerily familiar voice asked, and the closet lights flicked on as the soldier's arm wrapped behind her to touch the dimmer switch.

Hisana muffled her scream as Noitorra's face came into view, and swung the knife wildly at him. It struck true, and he cursed as blood oozed from a shallow wound in his side. Fumbling for the doorknob behind her, Hisana happened to fall into the hallway, where she rolled and managed to end up on her feet.

Noitorra came out swinging, his own knife barely missing Hisana's neck and slicing a shallow cut into her cheek. Infuriated, Hisana swung at him, and he caught her arm, yanking her in close to his body and placing his own weapon up against her throat.

"Now, don't move," he began, but she stomped on his foot with her combat boot clad feet, and then elbowed him in his injured side. He cursed, and threw her sideways. She hit her arm, hard, but managed to grab her knife from where it had skittered across the floor.

She slipped as she tried to stand up, and his foot slammed down into her upper back, making her hiss in pain. He reached down to grab her by her hair, and she slammed her knife straight through his foot and into the floor. He howled as she ducked to the right, stood up, and kneed him powerfully in the groin.

Turning to run, she kicked him hard in the back of the knee as a parting shot, and he collapsed on the floor. Turning around to glance backwards at her foe, she watched him yank the blade from his foot and fling it at her. She hit the floor and rolled, and grimaced as the knife struck a guard coming to investigate the noise in the throat.

A squeaking and scrambling noise behind her made her reach blindly for the gurgling, dying man's body. Her fingers collided with the heavy handle of his Glock pistol. She snatched a clip from his belt and was attempting to load it when Noitorra stepped on her petite ankle, a sickening crunch making her tighten her grip on the gun, which he hadn't seen in her hand.

He leaned in towards her and snatched her by the hair again. She shrieked as he yanked her upwards by her tresses, but the click of the clip sliding home in the gun made her insides boil. He pushed her back into the wall, and she trembled as her fingers closed around the gun behind her back, her ankle unable to support her weight.

"Now, now, now…let's have some fun, shall we?" he purred.

Hisana didn't let him get any closer.

She flipped the gun up and fired until it was empty, the sounds of gunfire roaring around the bunker tunnel. Noitorra stood in the flickering light, bullet holes spreading a dark stain as blood began to bubble from his mouth. He fell over backwards, and Hisana sobbed in relief as she slid to the ground.

She had to move before someone noticed the missing sentry and Noitorra, or decided to investigate the commotion. She left Noitorra's body and stumbled down the hallway, dropping the empty gun as she staggered away. She needed to find something to splint her ankle, and she needed to find another, less prepared opponent to question.

And she needed to do it fast.

A/N: I debated titling this chapter, "In Which Hisana Kicks a Major Amount of Ass", but decided that would give it all away.

Let me know what you think!

Lyrics:

I'm addicted to the urgency

I'm addicted to the chase

Another dose of you could be bad for me

But I'm addicted bad to you