The door bursted open with an exhausted Grimmjow covered in blood. In his arms, he craddled a wailing infant. Yoroichi bolted down the stairs and supported his weight. She helped him to the kitchen and sat him down in a chair. She quickly took the infant from his arms and brought the little tyke to the sink to wash off the blood. Urahara and Ulquiorra soon joined them.
"Yoroichi what's going on?" Urahara said. She glared at him over her shoulder and screamed loudly.
"You idiot! He's covered in his blood! Treat the damn wounds before you ask those fucking questions!" Urahara nodded and dove into the bathroom in search of bandages and medical supplies. Ulquiorra knelt next to Grimmjow with a stern look on his face.
"Grimmjow..." Grimmjow's fading blue eyes slowly turned to stare at him. He weakly grinned and bowed his head.
"I... I couldn't get Mizuki... but I got... I got her baby...!" He wrapped his arms around his stomach and grimaced. Ulquiorra put a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes... we know..." Grimmjow looked up at him.
"Wha..? How do you know already...?" Urahara came back and shoved Ulquiorra out of the way. He ripped off what remained of Grimmjow's shirt and starting cleaning the pulsing wounds.
"I set up cameras in that house. We heard and saw everything that went down. Hold still." He poured peroxide down Grimmjow's torso and quickly dabbed the wounds. The vampire hissed and hit the table in pain. He stared at Urahara for a moment.
"What do you mean everything?" Yoroichi paused in her actions of washing the baby. She turned and looked at Ulquiorra. His face showed discontent and hidden anger.
"Well... uh..." The baby squealed and sniffled. She turned her attention back to him and quickly wiped him off with a towel.
"We... including Ulquiorra... heard everything said, Grimmjow," Urahara murmured. Grimmjow's eyes widened. He looked to Ulquiorra with a terrified and apologetic look. He wanted to fall to his knees then and there and beg for forgiveness.
"Ulquiorra! I...! Look, I really-"
"Enough, Grimmjow. There's no need to explain it. The infant... there is no question..." He looked out the back window of the kitchen and slowly turned on his heel; leaving an aura of chilling anger behind him. Grimmjow let out a breath; he still felt terrified. Knowing that Ulquiorra knew what he did with Mizuki made him wonder what he wished to do to him. Yoroichi stood over the two with the baby wrapped in clean towels and sighed.
"You men..." She shook her head and walked away. Grimmjow put his forehead against his hand and bit his lip.
"Hey, listen... This will probably tear you and Ulquiorra apart for a long time... but this should give you to something to fight for. A baby should never grow up without his mother."
"But... according to the code... Mayuri just set it up so that if Mizuki is taken back, she can't go with Ulquiorra. Not only because of the baby, but because Mayuri was the one who turned her-!" He stopped. Urahara peered up at him; he knew why he fell silent.
"Yes... about that... As I said, we heard everything. And all of this is nearly exactly as how I thought it would be. Unfortunately, it's too late to turn Mizuki back into a human."
"What about-?"
"That... that requires much more work, believe it or not. Multiple personas require years of therapy for humans, and often it doesn't even work. In order for Mizuki to overcome that, she must do it on her own. What will make it even harder for it is that her seperate persona is strictly of vampiric blood. In order to really help her get rid of whatever is in her mind, we have to drain her of that vampiric blood before its parasitic qualities take over her entire body. Another problem that comes with that is if we draw too much blood and she dies..." Urahara wrapped Grimmjow's arms tightly in white bandages. He began to wipe off his face and started dabbing the wounds with peroxide. Grimmjow slapped his hands away.
"For god's sake! I'm not a damn human!" He yelled. Urahara giggled and went to the sink to wash his hands.
"How are you going to face Ulquiorra now? This baby will probably split you two apart..."
"I'm not sure..." Grimmjow bent over and hung his head low. "I just have to hope he won't want to kill me... until he's somewhat okay with me... I'll just have to stay away from him."
Mayuri hissed with pain as Mizuki's jaws latched tighter and tighter. His blood was leaking from the corners of her mouth and spilling onto the floor. A slippery, smeared puddle of blood was slowly growing on the floor. Finally he could take no more; he sensed that Mizuki had no intention of simply letting go. She would eventually drain him of all the blood he had in his mortal body. Mayuri quickly clutched her throat and squeezed as hard as he could. His nails sank deep into her skin; burrowing down into her flesh. Her face began to turn red; her head was starting to pound. She shut her eyes and gave one last effort to bite down as hard as she could before releashing him. Mayuri howled in pain as she clamped down harder and threw her against the countertop once she relieved him of the pain. He held his palm tightly against his neck and cursed loudly in anger. Aporro came back into the kitchen; panting and expressing a rather distressed emotion.
"Jesus christ, what the hell is going on, Mayuri?" He said. Mayuri let out a loud growl and threw a dirty dish at him. Aporro dodged it easily and stared at his bleeding wound.
"The fuck do you think? Where is Grimmjow?" He hissed. Aporro ground his teeth together.
"He got away with the child, unfortunately... You should let me look at the wound-"
"You insufferable idiot!" Mayuri screamed. He lunged to Aporro and grabbed his collar. His eyes were lite a firey red that lashed out at Aporro.
"The least you could have done was kill that blued haired monkey!" Aporro put his hands on Mayuri's as he tried to loosen his iron latch.
"If I did that they child would have gotten hurt!"
"Who gives a damn about that fucking baby!" Mayuri threw him to the floor and turned to Mizuki. His anger was aflame and was growing into and unstoppable blaze.
"You damn bitch! If you didn't have to bite my god damn throat, that idiot would be dead and that fucking baby would still be here!" Mizuki's eyes were unwavering as Mayuri spat and screamed at him; just inches from her face. His veins became taunt in his neck and his face grew dark red.
"You fucking...! Remember who you really are! REMEMBER YOUR DAMN POSITION!" He latched onto her throat with his hands and began beating her head against the lower cabinets. Aporro clawed at Mayuri's legs to try and stop him.
"Mayuri quit it! You realize she is supposed to be your prize! Let me look at you damn wound!" He yelled. Mayuri growled and kicked Aporro square in the nose. He tumbled back and curled into a ball; cursing weakly. Mizuki's eyes were still unwavering, but her breath was starting to become ragged. Mayuri lifted her up into the air with trembling, rage filled arms. He was doing his best not to simply crush her throat and kill her.
"Why did you stop me, Mizuki? You could've had his blood! There would have been one less interference! What is wrong with you! Are you purposely trying to make me hurt you! Do you want me to kill you!" He screamed. Mizuki let out a sigh; she was unable to draw another breath. Blood was dripping from the back of her head when Mayuri had bashed her skull. Her arms became limp as the feeling began to disappear throughout her body. Mayuri let out a roar and threw her to the ground. She skidded across the floor and came to rest in the middle of the kitchen. Mayuri placed his palm against his wound again and stumbled to the sink. He ran water over it and hissed in pain.
"God..! Fuck! Aporro! Aporro move you fucking ass and look at this damn thing!" He yelled. Aporro scrambled to his feet; fearing that Mayuri would snap again if he did not comply with his request. He quickly began searching for peroxide and bandages. Mayuri hissed again with impatience.
"That damn bitch... I'll fucking teach her... I'll teach her well! She'll be obedient again, I'll make sure of it!" A moan came from the pile of unconcious lackeys that were left behind in Grimmjow's rampage. Mayuri eyes flared and he glanced at the mound.
"And get rid of those god damn piles of shit! They're a nuisance!"
Mizuki was laying perfectly still on the floor. The pool of blood underneath her was slowly growing. Her eyes were staring blankly at the wall; every nerve in her body was screaming in pain from the abuse. Her physical being was quiet; but inside; a fire had been lite.
"Well... baby has gone away. What do you think? Did I do ok?"
"Leave me alone. I'm in too much pain to deal with you!"
"Stop being a wuss. The pain will go away, we managed to scrap a good amount of blood from Mayuri to heal these measely wounds."
"You..! Why did you drink his blood? Why did you take Mayuri's blood?"
"I'm collecting... just shush about it. Unlike you, miss human-blood, I can collect some information from blood. That's a perk of being a vampire."
"I didn't want you to drink his blood! I wanted you to just stop him!"
"If you didn't interfere, I would've taken care of everything."
"Grimmjow would have died!"
"Who cares! He's useless anyways."
"Don't say that about my friend..."
"Friend? I beg to differ. And why are you arguing with me? You owe me everything."
"I owe you nothing!"
"Your promise, remember? If you don't be quiet, I'll just kill this body. You don't want that do you? You'll never see your precious Ulquiorre again."
"Why are you here... why are you here?"
"Why do you think? You needed an escape route and you didn't want to become a vampire. Here I am. I am your escape route, and I am the vampire. You created me, the least you could do is use me properly."
"No I didn't...!"
"You did. Now... You'd better stay quiet for a while. I have work to do once this body heals. If you interfere again, I will not let you out of your little sacred corner!"
"You wouldn't...!"
"Oho, you think I won't? Be nice and quiet or else I just take over this body and become what you don't want to be. It's only for a while! And once I'm done, you can fulfill the promise, alright? Now shush... and sleep little Mizuki... sleep..."
OK AUTHOR TIME
I'm at a bit of block here, I am open for suggestions as to where to take this. I am in no mood to simply end it yet, so give me some ideas as to how to make an excellent last 'arc' for this story! Sorry I have been gone for so long, I have been through a rough time and have lost my ability to write. Please help this poor author!
Thank you all!