Rise of the Descendant-Chapter 37: Ease Dropping.
Two pairs of feet patted against the floor, one pair behind the other. Grimmjow was heading towards Szayel Aporro's lab, while carrying Kai in his arms. Behind him was none other than the goth's great grampa, Daomig'rah; His lava orbs were locked on to the blue haired man's head, watching cautiously and making sure that no harm comes to her.
A sneer was evident on the sixth Espada, his narrowed blue irises holding seethe and annoyance. "Why are you following me...?" He asked, with anger behind his voice. Nothing but silence wafted around them, only being greeted by the patting of their shoes and bare feet. "Answer me dam-" Before he got to finish, Dao butted in with his low and strong voice.
"I am making sure...that my great granddaughter, does not fall into harmful hands... Those dark spots on her skin, I am certain was not your doing. Those markings can only come from lava, that has solidified slowly over time...; I am curious of how those markings have appeared..." Twas the previous ruler's reply. The said man looked around grimmy and viewed those spots, noticing how they seem to be gradually fading.
He ignored the elder and came face to face with Szayel's door. Raising a leg, he kicked it down and waltzed right in like a boss. There laid a table with some chemical brewers near it, bubbling away. He placed her on top and stepped back, then stuffed his hands in his pockets. Dao walked over and leaned up against the wall, next to the poor crumbled exit. He folded his arms and held his gaze upon the unconscious punk, while shadow masked his orbs. The glow from his fierce slits pierced through the shade, giving off an intimidating appeal. "Go on...I shall watch over her." He muttered, seeing the Espada leave without any ounce of hesitation. "I have been given life again...by my own kin... Though Sosuke has claimed he brought her to my volcanic tomb, I cannot help but to feel appreciative towards her more... It was her blood, she did it, she went along with that male and resurrected me... He only brought her to me...nothing more. If anyone dares to bring harm to her...I shall make them suffer slowly in my blaze...before killing them." He mentally spoke
With several hours passing, not once has he shifted in his position. Finally, the pinkette came in with his arms behind his back. It didn't take long for his scorched body to rejuvenate, after he was brought to the infirmary; Small bandages covered his features. The said Espada paced on over to the table and held his pupils upon the goth, taking note of the small darkened spots. A few were on the side of her waist, two on her stomach, four on her shoulders and leading up to her neck. Two other spots was visible on her face, just barely though. Szayel rose a hand and pushed up his glasses, examining all those spots with his signature smirk. "My, you sure do cause a lot of trouble don't you? If it wasn't for Grimmjow, you would have been dead by now." He stated, before focusing any further on her condition. He learned how she got knocked out, when Barragon explained it to him. "Just by viewing those dark spots, I can tell that her body was solidifying. Magma hardens and soon becomes one with the surface, so if her body is made of lava due to her blood...then she would have died. She would have turned to stone, if she wasn't knocked out in time...~" He vocally spoke to no one in particular. He moved his hand over and reached for some tweezers, then leaned over Kai's form. Slowly, he peeled a piece of dead skin off the dark spot and put it in a thin glass container. Setting it aside from him, he looked her over again and had hidden thoughts swirl in his orbs. "Seeing as some of those spots are now faint, it means her skin will heal on its own and I do not need to fix them. If one were to put hardened lava back into its molten form, it would eventually revert back to its previous state and combine with the substance.~" He finished and stood up straight.
In came Tousen and an arrancar servant next to him holding the goth's coat. Their presences caught the Espada's attention and made him turn to view them, not yet noticing the pair of glowing eyes from his previous lordship. "I presume you have come in to bring her coat back?" He asked and seen the general nod. The servant just paced by him and sat the coat down at the end of the table, it being neatly folded and cleaned. After delivering it, the servant turned back around and left the room.
"Yes..." Twas all he said in reply, soon feeling the pinkette walk closer.
"I'm sure our Princess would appreciate it. Well, I must leave and inform Lord Aizen about her condition, he needs to know.~" The Espada spoke and made his way past the man, leaving the room. Tousen hadn't even stirred in his spot, his attention was solely on the punk. With one foot stepping forward, he paced towards the table and stood at is side.
"Despite your past... Your antics, your love for battle, your sense of reason...everything about you...is not just... You seek fights for pure amusement, for sport...your behavior is rude and you lack discipline... You refuse to listen..." He mumbled quietly, then lifted a hand and gripped the hilt of his Zanpakuto. "We cannot tolerate you anymore and Lord Aizen has wished for your death...and it has yet to come." He started and pulled out his blade. Gripping it with both hands, he lifted it up above her midsection and tightened his hold. "And I shall be the one...to deliver it. You are expendable..." As soon as he went to lunge the sword in her stomach, a large and heavy reiatsu sparked, followed by a strong hand grabbing the blade bare. He froze, his mouth hung open slightly and he could feel immense heat almost knocking the air he breathes out of his lungs. He could hardly breathe and his knees began to tremble from the weight. "I would suggest you to stricken any ideas of harming her, from your mind..." He heard Dao's voice and hesitantly sheathed his Zanpakuto back. He could feel his knees growing weak on him, so he decided to try and leave.
Without a single word, Tousen was gone and left Dao alone with the goth. The dragon faced his descendant and moved his slits to view her once more. His eyelids lowered slightly, exposing a bit of emotion on his features. He gradually rose his hand and gently placed his palm on her forehead, sorrow could be seen swirling in those many shades of red. "Ryuki...her...having no parents...returns the desire to me, to be a father once more... I have decided...to be a father to her. She does not know what is it like, to have a mother or father. She has never been disciplined by parents or has been taught anything... This time...I will not let my child go." He mentally spoke and hoped that Ryuki could hear him, from wherever she may be after her death. He closed his orbs and remembered how his mate would always get worked up, over not being able to fight. It was always amusing to him... Seeing her unsheathe her Zanpakuto and chase him around in his castle, brought a genuine smile upon his lips...something he hasn't done in a long time. It was always a playful chase though, nothing real serious unless he'd tease flirtatiously. Many memories flew by with her in it; She had black hair that was real long and straight, light tanned skin, yellow eyes and appeared to be 5'7. Her attire always looked tomboyish, her arms exposed and her Captain's coat being tied around her hips. When she'd chase him, her shikai would sometimes be out and bright red light would fly at him in a crescent moon shape. Multiple shots of them would make any piece of stone in its path, get cut clean.
Taking his clawed hand back, he lifted it up and stared at his palm. Hidden thoughts engulfed his mind and made his expression revert back to its stoic feature. "My lord, would you please carry her to her cell?~ I'm sure you would not like it here, being all alone in my lab with her." Hearing Szayel's voice, all he did was roll his slits to the corners of his eyes and stare silently.
A few moments of quietness remained and made the pinkette feel slightly awkward. "Wherever she wonders...I shall follow... Her whereabouts hold little meaning, so as long as I am with her." Twas all the dragon answered with. Szayel smirked and chuckled to himself, clasping his hands behind his back all the while.
"Very well but, wouldn't Coumetsu rather wake up in a much comfortable place?~" Pinky questioned and watched the said dragon look back over to his descendant. With no effort, he leaned over a bit and lifted her into his arms. Not one word came out, when he carried her on past the scientist and left the room.
Szayel just watched his lordship's form, become smaller and smaller with each growing distance. He turned to face his lab and made his way over to his brewers, while taking out that sample he snatched earlier.
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Down the hall, his slits were darting from left to right. He was walking and trying to remember how to get back to their cell, every door looked the same. With each passing minute, he was getting irritated by how long it was taking.
Just before he got to pass the next door, he heard some voices and paused in his step. His orbs shifted to the side, viewing a big door to his right. Aizen's voice could be heard on the other side, thus he turned and was about to speak...until something caught his ears...
"Her 'fusion form', isn't any threat to my plan, Gin. As long as she can keep him in check, everything will run smoothly." The donkey himself stated, before getting a reply almost instantly.
"If he becomes enraged, wouldn't he just kill the boy?~ If he kills him too soon, that would harm your goal of trying to get a few hours head start, in entering the world of the living. If Coumetsu manages to keep him tamed, even after the assumed actions from Kurosaki...you said that would give you a few more seconds instead; Wouldn't the same be said, if he kills the boy?" Gin questioned his leader, his disembodied voice muscly echoing through the door.
Dao's lids narrowed at their conversation and his grip tightened on his great granddaughter. Overhearing this was boiling his lava blood, he didn't like where this was going. "Of course. Regardless of the extra time I gain, I will still be in the lead. They are nothing but pawns to me, as long as they buy me some time...I do not care what happens to those two. Their usefulness will end, the moment I make it out of Hueco Mundo." Those words...had Daomig'rah feel fury. His teeth gritted into view, two large fangs extended a bit and his growl bellowed. He turned to the side, laid Kai softly on the floor and against the opposite wall. He stepped back and held his gaze upon her, his veins glowed along with his slits.
On the other side of the door, it shown Aizen and Gin facing each other in the middle of a dark room. The said asshole held a mysterious jewel in one hand and his brown orbs peered into the many colors it held. He put it in his pocket and rose his irises up to Gin, then opened his mouth to speak. Before even doing so, the whole ground began to rumble and a rise of spiritual pressure put a heavy weight on both him and his comrade. "Lord...Aizen...it's Daomig'rah." The whitehead managed to peep.
They both felt heat getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Out of the blue, a piercing roar emitted just outside of the room. It was loud, strong and sounded just like Dao's dragon form's roar;...Only...this time, it had some of his human form's voice. His roar lasted for a good fifteen to twenty seconds, if you count the long echo...
That yell made Aizen's lids widen, recognizing that tone from anywhere.