Grimmjow hastily made his way down the streets, his long strides echoing off the cement as the wind beat furiously at his face sending teal locks into his narrowed eyes. The scenery blurred past him, a swirl of never ending colors as he tore through the night. Above him, thick rain clouds covered the sky, letting loose a steady drizzle of rain that dampened his hair and clothes. Grimmjow snarled, lips pulled back to reveal a pair of sharp, pointed fangs as he came to a stop in front of the cast iron gate to the cemetery. Cracking his neck, he stepped through the gate and onto the plush, green lawn. A dense fog swirled around his legs as he made his way further into the cemetery, teal orbs darting around the large grave stones. His body was tense, senses heightened as he came to a stop in front of a worn statue of a kneeling angel whose hands were clasped together in prayer, eyes closed and face raised towards the heavens. Grimmjow's gaze narrowed, raking over the piece of marble for a moment before a low growl rumbled in his throat.
"I know you're here," he hissed out into the night, fists clenched tightly at his sides. He could hear the soft, unintelligible whispers of the graves, making the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. Clenching his jaw, Grimmjow continued to stare at the angel, his arms trembling in barely suppressed rage. "So you're not man enough ta come face me, eh?" He bellowed, voice laced with venom. When he was met with nothing but the eerie silence, his restraint snapped. Small chunks of marble fell to the ground, a large crack splintering the base of the statue as Grimmjow retracted his fist.
"It's not nice to desecrate someone's grave, you know," a deep, masculine voice remarked condescendingly from behind the teal haired vampire. A cruel smirk twitched to life on Grimmjow's mouth as he turned to face the owner of the voice. Teal orbs darkened with anger as he took in the cloaked figure lounging on the roof to one of the mausoleums. Steely green eyes stared back at him, shining like two emeralds in the night.
"Kaien!" Grimmjow snarled, baring his fangs as the ebony haired vampire tossed his head back, a bitter laugh spilling into the night. Grimmjow could feel the anger coursing through his blood, his body twitching with the need to destroy.
"You don't seem too happy to see me," Kaien murmured mockingly, his face twisted in fake hurt before a sly smirk spread across his lips. Grimmjow's chest rumbled with a deep, warning growl as he took a menacing stride towards the steps to the mausoleum. The ebony haired vampire watched him closely, swinging his legs to dangle off of the roof as he leaned back on his hands. "Why are you here Grimmjow?" He questioned, raising a dark eyebrow as he surveyed the teal haired vampire.
"I have a message for you," Grimmjow snapped back haughtily, cocking a hip to the side, the silver chains on his jeans jingling softly with the movement. Kaien raised a curious eyebrow, his eyes shining with mirth as he leaned forward.
"Oh? And what message is that?" He questioned, tapping a long nailed finger against his cheek.
"Why don't ya come down 'ere and find out," the teal haired vampire challenged, a feral grin spreading onto his face. He was itching to get his hands on the other vampire's throat and choke the life right out of him. Kaien only laughed, shaking his head.
"I think I'd rather stay up here, seeing as it looks like you would like to rip my head off the first chance you get," he remarked, making Grimmjow's eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Running a hand through his hair, fingers trembling with fury, Grimmjow sneered up at the ebony haired vampire.
"I would love ta do more than just rip your head off!" He yelled, his gaze darting towards the stone building before him, searching for the quickest way to get onto the roof. After hearing from Shirosaki that Ichigo was being targeted, it had brought back memories that Grimmjow wished to keep locked away. It had left him on edge, so when Shirosaki had asked him to deliver a message to the man before him, Grimmjow had readily accepted, his blood singing with the possibility of beating the ebony haired vampire into a bloody pulp.
"Ah, but you see I can't let you do that. There's still so much that I haven't done yet. Now what's this about a message? It's from my dear brother right?" Kaien questioned, tilting his head to the side as he surveyed Grimmjow whose eyes widened minutely. This did not go unnoticed by Kaien who grinned, his fangs glinting in the pale moon light. "Well, get on with it! I have yet to find my dinner for the evening," the ebony haired vampire stated, chuckling softly at the enraged expression that he received from the teal haired vampire.
"Stay away from Ichigo Kurosaki. If you ever come within ten yards of him again, you will wish you had died on the beach back in Argentina! Shirosaki's done playin your childish games. Either heed this warning or suffer his wrath. Personally I hope you don't listen, just so I can have the pleasure of watching him tear you apart limb from limb," Grimmjow snapped, his tone dark and threatening. Teal eyes flared, shining demonically up at the raven haired vampire who scoffed. Kaien rose slowly from his seated position, his cloak ruffling softly in the gentle breeze as he turned to face the teal haired vampire below him. The rain had let up some, now only a small haze as the two vampires stared each other down for a few minutes before a cocky smirk spread across Kaien's face.
"You can tell my brother that I'm not quite done with the orange head yet. Shiro shouldn't be worrying over the human anyways, he should be more worried about his own hide. He's not as invincible as you all seem to think," the raven haired vampire remarked, pulling the hood to his cloak up to shade his face. At his words, Grimmjow snapped, lunging forward with inhuman speed. No one threatened his best friend's life and lived to tell the tale. Grimmjow nearly took out a chunk of the roof as he pulled himself up. Glancing around, he let out an animalistic growl to find himself alone on top of the mausoleum, Kaien having disappeared into the night, leaving behind only the faint echo of a taunting laugh.
"Damn it!" Grimmjow bellowed, head tilted back as his words thundered through the cemetery.
When brown eyes peaked open again, Ichigo found himself staring up at a large, crystal chandelier, lit by dozens of deep red candles. Bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes, Ichigo slid into a sitting position, bringing his knees close to his chest. His free hand rested on the floor beneath him, long fingers trailing over the soft feeling, beige carpet. Huffing out a breath, Ichigo lowered his hand from his face to glance around, only to have his expression twist with confusion. He was sitting in the middle of what looked like a reception hall. Large, rectangular tables lined the room, covered in what looked to be red silk. More candles littered the table tops, held in place by fine, crystal holders. A few people bustled around the tables, placing vases of lilies and white roses on top of them. Ichigo watched in amazement, eyes wide as he tried to figure out where the hell he was. The last thing he could remember was being escorted to one of the black leather couches in the VIP room by Ulquiorra. He remembered the raven haired vampire darting out of the room, leaving him alone as he tried to get rid of an excruciatingly painful migraine. Then everything had gone black, and he had woken up in this strange place without having any recollection of how he ended up there in the first place.
"Come on Ichigo think!" The orange head mumbled to himself, gripping at his hair tightly as he racked his brain. He barely noticed the other occupants of the room leaving, talking amongst themselves in excited whispers about the upcoming performance. Once the doors swung closed, Ichigo was left in silence, and he glanced around the room. The place looked extremely fancy, not a usual place that the orange head would find himself. Slowly rising to his feet, Ichigo dusted off his pants before making his way around the room with tentative steps. Tracing his fingers over one of the silk table cloths, the orange haired human began to hum a soft tune. It seemed familiar to him, almost as if he had recently heard it and couldn't get it out of his mind. He was just rounding the corner of the room, passed a set of large, oak doors when his ears picked up the sound of music. Brown eyes widened exponentially as the sweet melody mimicked his humming, and he found his feet slowly moving towards the sound.
Pushing the heavy wooden doors open, Ichigo slowly made his way into the adjacent room. His skin was tingling, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he let his gaze flow over the room. It was dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through the high windows, forcing Ichigo to squint his eyes to see better. The orange head's breath hitched in his throat when his gaze finally landed on the source of the eerie melody, his eyes widening in surprise. Sitting on a stool in the center of the room, directly in the moon's rays was a frail looking woman. Her skin was as pale as snow, her long silver hair twisted into a loose braid, black ribbons expertly twisted into the locks. Silver bangs fell into her face, framing a set of large violet eyes that gleamed in the pale moonlight. She was wearing a midnight black dress, long bell like sleeves nearly covering her hands as she held a violin under her chin. Ichigo watched those long fingers flow over the strings, the bow dragging across the instrument like it was an extension of the body that held it. The melody those fingers produced wrapped around the room, seeping into his skin. Ichigo had no idea who the woman was, but she was gorgeous, a soft beauty that would make any straight man melt into a pile of goop at her feet. The orange head watched the woman from the shadows, afraid that if he made himself known, the lovely music would stop. He was so enthralled by the sight before him that when the doors burst open, light spilling in from the open doorway, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Turning wide, brown eyes towards the doors Ichigo caught sight of two women dressed in rich, purple gowns.
"Amira! It's almost time for your performance! We have to get you ready," one of the women exclaimed, her dress fluttering around her as she moved into the room, a candle clutched tightly in her hand. The music stopped almost immediately, making Ichigo turn back towards the silver haired woman to find her resting the violin on her lap.
"Is it that time already? How time flies!" She whispered in a bell like voice, slowly rising off of the stool. The woman who had stepped into the room began to bustle around her, straightening the folds of her black gown, a small smile on her lips.
"That's because you spend too much time in dreamland instead of reality with the rest of us Amira!" The woman teased as she brushed silver bangs out of laughing violet eyes.
"I rather like my dreamland," Amira remarked, allowing the other woman to pull her towards the door. The woman only tsked, shaking her head, as a soft chuckle spilled from her lips.
"Of course you do, so you can drool over your black knight. He left you another rose by the way," the woman stated teasingly, and Ichigo watched as Amira's eyes brightened, a bright smile gracing her face. A light blush spread across her pale cheeks as her fingers curled around the violin in her hands. "What I don't get is why it's always a black rose. It's kind of creepy if you ask me, like a death omen," the woman spoke again, making Amira roll her eyes.
"Of course you would think that. I for one find them beautiful. Their different, unique, their beauty untamed or intimidated," Amira spoke breathily, toying with her braid as she pulled it over her shoulder. The other two women giggled before pulling her out of the room. Ichigo stood still as the door clicked closed, bathing him in darkness once again.
Shirosaki leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face as he gazed out at his office. Papers littered the desk in front of him, strewn over the surface haphazardly. Leaning forward, he picked up one of the pages, bringing it into his line of sight. The words on the page seemed to be mocking him, toying with him as his brain fought to comprehend what was being said. He couldn't concentrate. It was as if some invisible force was preventing him from understanding what he was reading. His skin tingled, a cold shiver going up his spine. Sighing, Shirosaki dropped the page back onto his desk, a frown placed firmly on his lips. Something wasn't right, the thought making hairs stand on the back of his neck. A harsh knock on his door startled the silver haired vampire, golden gaze snapping towards the door.
"Come in," he commanded in a raspy voice. The doors slowly opened, light spilling into the darkness of his office through the opened door. Grimmjow stepped into the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him before fulling turning towards the silver haired vampire. Shirosaki scanned the teal haired vampire's face, the frown on his lips deepening at the pure rage swirling in those teal orbs. "What happened? Did you speak to Kaien?" Shirosaki questioned, motioning towards the black leather couch set before his desk. Grimmjow sighed, running a hand through his messy hair as he took a seat.
"Yeah, I spoke with him," Grimmjow growled, his tone venomous as he leaned back against the couch, his arms thrown up and over the piece of furniture. Shirosaki raised an eyebrow as the obvious bite to the teal haired vampire's words, unnerved by the murderous intent shining in those teal orbs. Grimmjow let out a sigh, shaking his head, small droplets of water flying off the strands.
"And?" Shirosaki pressed, standing up slowly. Grimmjow ran a hand over his face, his teal gaze following the silver haired vampire as he stepped around the desk in order to pace the room. Shirosaki seemed out of it, deeply immersed in thought. Leaning forward, Grimmjow rested his elbows on his knees, interlinking his fingers together. Hanging his head, he stared out in front of him, teal orbs shining in the dark office.
"He said he's not done with Ichigo yet, and that you should be more worried about yourself than a mere human," the teal haired vampire explained, a low growl to his words as he tilted his head to the side to gaze at Shirosaki's back. The silver haired vampire stopped in his steps, back rigid. Grimmjow expected a twitch of anger or even an explosion of rage, but Shirosaki was unmoving, as still as a marble statue. Silence filled the room for some time, neither vampire moving, until a silvery, nearly maniacal chuckle came from the silver haired vampire. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at this, sitting straight up as he watched Shirosaki with a wary gaze.
"I see," Shirosaki whispered, hanging his head slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, snickering the whole while. Curling black nailed fingers around the back of his neck, he tilted his head to look back at Grimmjow, golden eyes glowing furiously. "It's high time I teach my brother a lesson don't you think?" The silver haired vampire questioned, tilting his head to the side as a sinister grin slowly twisted onto his lips. At his words, Grimmjow's mouth curled to match his grin, and the teal haired vampire rubbed his hands together as excitement spiked through his blood. Things were about to get messy and violent.
"Oh, hell ya!" The teal haired vampire hissed, eyes flashing as he jumped up from the couch, rolling his shoulders. Shirosaki chuckled, letting his hand fall back to his side. Kaien had fucked up for the last time, and he wasn't going to stand by and let the bastard get away with it. At that moment, the door to the office burst open and Nel came barreling into the room, heaving for breath. Both Grimmjow and Shirosaki stiffened at her obvious state of distress, as wide brown eyes lifted to lock with the two. Her green hair fell into her face, which she quickly brushed aside.
"What is it?" Shirosaki questioned tentatively, taking a step towards the green haired vampire. Nel swallowed, her expression twisted somewhere between worry and fear.
"Ulquiorra needs you up in the VIP room now! I've already sent Szayel up there," Nel gasped out before turning towards the door. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed the two vampires before darting out of the room. Shirosaki was still for a moment, his mind whirling as he tried to figure out why his third in command would need him to go down to the second level. Usually Ulquiorra would find him, not the other way around, and Nel's obvious frightened expression sent chills down his spine. It took Grimmjow clearing his throat to get him to move, and Shirosaki blinked, turning to look back at him.
"What the hell was that about?" Grimmjow questioned, pointing towards the open door. Shirosaki shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
"I dunno. Ulqui's supposed to be with...Ichi," the silver haired vampire mumbled, his entire body freezing as he spoke. Gold and teal orbs widened, and the next moment both took off out the door like bats out of hell. As Shirosaki flitted through the club, a sinking feeling centering in his gut, he hoped against all hope that he was wrong.
Ichigo groaned as he leaned back against the wall. After the three women had left him alone in the room the world had begun to spin. His vision was still blurry, colors bleeding together as he ran a hand through his damp hair. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he closed his eyes. Blood thundered in his ears as the warm sunlight spread over his skin, warming the slight chill that had consumed him. Peaking an eye open, Ichigo stared up at the sun, one hand shadowing his eyes. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Just a few seconds ago it had been nighttime, the moon bathing everything in a dim light, but now it was the middle of the day, the sun high in the sky.
"What's going on here?" He mumbled to himself, bringing his knees up close to his chest, his arms wrapped around them protectively. Brown orbs slid over the room before him. He wasn't in the room he had entered before, but somewhere different, a place that made fear tingle along his body. He was sitting in what looked like a mausoleum, the large stone door pulled open, letting in the sunlight. Leaves and dirt littered the stone floor beneath him, the dried foliage scratching at the ground as the wind moved them. Ichigo eyed the door at the far end of the room, two cast iron torches set on either side of it. Just the thought of what could be behind that door made his blood run cold, and Ichigo closed his eyes, cringing away from it. The orange head stayed like that for some time before the sound of hooves beating against the ground caught his ears. Scrambling to his feet, Ichigo practically lunged for the door that led to outside, his hand gripping against the stone doorway as he squinted out into the light. Ichigo could make out a black mare in the distance, a cloaked figure holding the reins, the animal slowly getting closer and closer towards him. The orange head's eyes widened as the horse turned down the trail that led straight towards him, the rider pulling tightly on the reins to get the horse to stop. Dust kicked up around the hooves as the rider's feet landed firmly on the ground. Slinking back slightly, Ichigo watched the cloaked figure lead the horse towards a tree, wrapping the reins around a sturdy branch. With that done, hands lifted to the hood of the person's cloak, slowly lowering it. Ichigo's eyes widened exponentially, his breath hitching in his throat. Violet eyes darted around the area, hair falling around her shoulders, a black rose tucked behind her ear. Ichigo quickly backed into the room, sliding into a dark corner once Amira began to make her way towards the building. The orange head watched as she breezed into the room, her gaze darting around anxiously before she moved towards the door Ichigo had been too nervous to open earlier. Once she disappeared behind it, cloak billowing out behind her, the orange haired human moved, cautiously following after her.
What Ichigo had thought to be a mausoleum, was actually a house. There were no windows to the rooms, the only light coming from numerous candles that littered almost every surface. By this time, the orange head was thoroughly confused, and it only became worse as he spotted Amira wrapping her arms around a certain raven haired male. Green eyes shone brightly as a pale, black nailed hand carefully slid her hair from her shoulder. The last thing Ichigo saw before the world began to spin again was Ulquiorra baring his fangs, piercing the pale neck exposed before him.
Collapsing, Ichigo curled into himself. His head was pounding as he replayed what he had just seen. He remembered Grimmjow telling him that neither he nor Ulquiorra had had any marked ones in a long while, but he couldn't deny what he had just witnessed. "Fuck!" Ichigo exclaimed, clenching his hair in his hands. His eyes were screwed tightly shut, and he refused to open them. He knew he wasn't in the same place as he had been, the ground now soft against his body. Ichigo stayed like that for quite some time until an ear piercing scream filled the silence, forcing his eyes to snap open. Once the scream had stopped reverberating in his ears, the orange head was able to make out what sounded like sobs. Slowly rising to his feet, Ichigo made his way towards the sound. The sobs unnerved him, someone was injured and in need of help. His feet scuffed along the white carpet, his heart thumping harshly in his chest as he got closer and closer towards the sound.
"Please! Don't do this!" Ichigo paused, his fingers curling tightly around the mahogany railing of the staircase. A loud crash sounded on the upper level, making Ichigo pale as an image of a blonde haired woman being thrown against a wall assaulted his mind. Shaking his head, the orange haired human hastily made his way up the stairs, not noticing that his footsteps made no sound whatsoever.
"N-No! Please!" The woman's voice screamed again, just as Ichigo made it up to the second level. Brown orbs widened in fright, his whole body stiffening at the scene that greeted him. A dark skinned man stood behind Amira, an arm wrapped around her waist to keep her still. A silver chain hung from his wrist, a diamond cross hanging off of it, standing out greatly against his skin tone. The man's other hand pressed a sharp looking blade against her throat, and Ichigo could already see a small trail of blood forming against her neck. Violet eyes were wide, tears rolling down her face as she mumbled pleas for the man to spare her life.
"You sealed your fate the moment you chose him," the man whispered darkly, and Ichigo could do nothing but watch as the blade slid across Amira's neck. The dark skinned man pushed her away, letting her crumple to the floor as he wiped a black cloth over the blade of the knife. With that done, the man sheathed the knife into a holster hanging from his belt and slowly walked away, his heavy boots thundering against the hardwood floor.
Ichigo could only watch in horror as Amira clutched her throat, fingers shaking as she choked in air. Crimson blood stained her white, silk dress, more of it pooling on the ground beneath her. Pained sobs met his ears as Amira collapsed onto the ground, reaching an arm out, nails dragging against the wood. In a matter of minutes, all light left her violet eyes, and Ichigo had to choke back a scream of terror once the body fell limp. It took all of his power to get his legs to move, as he quickly ran from the scene only one thought playing through his head. What the hell just happened?
Szayel had just set his medical bag on the table next to the couch where Ulquiorra sat, his arms wrapped tightly around Ichigo when Nel burst into the VIP room. Immediately her brown eyes widened, mouth falling open at the sight before her. Her gaze flickered from the orange haired human who was thrashing, small cries falling from his lips, to the raven haired vampire behind him. Ulquiorra had pulled Ichigo to his chest, his arms circled around the human's torso, pinning Ichigo's arms at his sides as the human's nails dug into the leather of the couch. When her gaze lifted onto the vampire's eyes, Nel inhaled deeply. The green orbs were shining brightly with strain, pupils dilating as he tried to keep the human in his arms still.
"Wha-?" The green haired vampire began to question, stopping when her gaze fell onto the charm around Ichigo's neck. The ruby crystal was glowing, almost as if it was pulsing with life. Nel's expression scrunched in confusion as she stared at the charm, recognition slowly ebbing through her shocked state. A low growl erupted from her throat once she realized where she had seen that crystal before, and narrowed brown eyes flickered to the pink haired vampire that had just knelt beside the couch. "What did you do?" She hissed, clenching her fists when Szayel's golden gaze snapped towards her.
"This is not the place for you right now. Whatever you would like to discuss can wait until later," he snarled, reaching a gloved hand out to flick open his medical bag. Nel bristled, standing to her full height as she glared at the pink haired vampire. Her entire body was trembling, her gaze flicking between Szayel and the charm as she gritted her teeth.
"How could you!" She hissed out, baring her fangs at Szayel who ignored her, pulling a stethoscope out of the black, leather bag.
"Nel please," Ulquiorra's soft whisper broke Nel from her thoughts and she turned to find the raven haired vampire staring at her. The next moment, Ulquiorra let out a hiss as Ichigo gave a powerful jerk, nearly breaking out of his grasp, a scream spilling from his mouth. Once he had the human settled down again, he turned back to Nel and ordered, "It can wait. Right now we have more important matters at hand. I promise we will talk later, but please, go back to your post for now." Green locked with brown, and Nel could feel her body start to tingle at the pleading look the raven haired vampire shot her. Nodding slowly, she shot a heated glare at Szayel one last time before leaving the room.
"What happened?" Szayel questioned once the door clicked closed, leaning over to press the stethoscope against Ichigo's bared chest.
"I don't know. He seemed out of it, so I sent Nel after you and Shirosaki, and when I came back this is the state I found him in," Ulquiorra explained, his voice strained and raspy as he tried to still the squirming body. Szayel hummed in response, removing the stethoscope from his ears, and turning to dig in his bag. "You don't think it's another vision do you?" Ulquiorra asked after a moment of silence, making Szayel heave out a sigh.
"It's starting to seem that way," the pink haired vampire mumbled, leaning back over, a flashlight now in hand. "Can you keep him still enough so that I can look at his eyes?" He questioned, flicking his gaze up towards the raven haired vampire. Ulquiorra only nodded, tightening his grip around Ichigo. Szayel leaned forward, carefully opening one of Ichigo's eyes to shine the flashlight into it. A hiss left his mouth as he leaned back, gold eyes narrowed.
"What is it!" Ulquiorra growled, grunting when the human's elbow jammed into his ribs. Before Szayel could speak, the door to the room was thrown open yet again, this time revealing a panting Shirosaki and Grimmjow. For a minute everything seemed frozen, no one moving an inch.
Shirosaki's eyes scanned over the sight that met him once he barreled into the VIP room, and he could feel his heart sinking into his stomach. Next to him Grimmjow growled low in his throat, his fists clenching tightly at his sides. Shirosaki hadn't wanted to be right, but by the way Ichigo was thrashing, he knew that he was. "I believe he's having another vision," Szayel's voice seemed faraway to him, and he only nodded as he slowly made his way towards the small group huddled around the couch.
"No shit!" Grimmjow snapped, coming up and looming over the back of the couch. Szayel only shot him a dark glare before turning back to Shirosaki.
"His eyes are green," the pink haired vampire stated, reaching over and lifting one of the human's eyelids to prove his statement. Shirosaki stared down into the emerald orb, his blood running cold at the sight of it. Reaching a hand down, the silver haired vampire brushed his fingers softly over Ichigo's cheek. Almost immediately Ichigo shied away from the touch, crying out in pain, making Shirosaki snatch his hand back as if he had been burned. Tanned fingers came up and started to claw at Ulquiorra's arms, making the raven haired vampire hiss as the human's nails cut into his skin. The next second Ichigo had broken free, barreling off of the couch and out of the vampire's reach. Shirosaki took a tentative step towards the human, stopping when long fingers delved into orange hair, and Ichigo began tugging at it harshly, nearly ripping it out. When his hands left his hair, only to start scratching bloody lines into his arms, Shirosaki lunged forward, wrapping his hands around the human's wrists to stop him from self mutilation. Ichigo struggled in his grip, kicking and screaming, green eyes unseeing as he tried to break free. The silver haired vampire pulled the human to him, wrapping his arms tightly around Ichigo as he bore into those unnatural green orbs.
"Ichi," Shirosaki whispered, his eyes glowing as he tried to force Ichigo to settle down. He was hoping that it would work as it had the last time the orange head had had a vision, but Ichigo just kept struggling, his nails digging into Shirosaki's upper arms.
"It's not working! Why isn't it working!" Grimmjow's panicked voice made the silver haired vampire blink and he turned to find the other vampires staring at him with wide eyes. The next moment the body in his arms had gone limp, and Shirosaki's gaze snapped back towards Ichigo to find him leaning heavily against his chest, eyes closed. A relieved sigh passed the silver haired vampire's lips as he carefully picked Ichigo up, carrying him back over to the couch.
"What started this?" Shirosaki questioned, after laying Ichigo down onto the couch. Ulquiorra collapsed onto the opposite couch, and began to recap the events for the second time that night. A stifling silence filled the room once he was done, Shirosaki now pacing the room, a hand clenched tightly into his hair. His mind was a mess as he tried to sort everything out. One thought kept swirling to the forefront of his mind. Was Ichigo going to remember what happened this time?
A petite, brown haired female wandered down the hallway, carrying a large stack of papers in her arms. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she moved. Stopping in front of a set of double, oak doors, she lifted a hand up to rap softly at the door before straightening down her knee length, gray skirt. Checking to make sure her bun was still in place, she tapped her foot as she waited. "Come in," a deep baritone voice called through the closed door, and the woman pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit office.
"Good evening Aizen, sir," she spoke softly, her gaze on the brunette male who was sitting behind a finely polished desk. Browned eyes glittered back at her, a small smile quirking onto the mayor's lips.
"What can I do for you Miss Hinamori?" Aizen questioned, setting his pen down and leaning back in his black, leather chair. The woman stepped further into the room, coming to a stop in front of his desk, setting the stack of papers down onto the smooth surface.
"Here are the new City Ordinances that you requested," she explained, folding her hands together in front of her. Aizen smiled, picking through the first few pages. After a moment, the mayor slowly rose from his chair, stepping over towards one of the large windows in the room. Folding his arms behind his back he stared out of the glass. Hinamori watched him, unsure of what she should do.
"Tell me Hinamori," Aizen stated, making the small girl lift her gaze to find Aizen gazing at her through the reflection in the window.
"Yes sir?" She questioned, glancing off to the side. She couldn't look at those eyes, they sent shivers down her spine that she wasn't sure were good or not. Aizen let out a sigh, turning to face her as he brushed a hand through his hair, before stuffing it into the pocket of his pressed, black dress slacks.
"Have I received any calls from Shirosaki as of late?" The mayor questioned, tugging at his crimson tie slightly, making Hinamori's cheeks flush a light pink. She quickly shook her head, making Aizen scratch his chin. "I see. Well, I guess that is all. You are excused for the night then. Have a good evening," he mumbled, moving back over to his desk. Hinamori bowed slightly, taking one last glance back at Aizen before slipping through the door.
"You can come out now," Aizen stated teasingly once the door clicked closed, lifting his gaze towards one of the dark corners of the room. A figure slowly began to dissolve from the shadows, until a dark skinned man stood in front of his desk. The mayor stared up at the man, amusement flickering in his gaze. "I was wondering when you would come see me again, Tousen."