Freedom
By: Vichy
Author's Notes: And then there were two… Like I said in the previous A/N, this is a chapter focusing on everyone else. This is mostly a gag chapter, so enjoy please and sit back, it will be rather long, and a peek of the future stories' names will be mentioned at the very end… ENJOY!
CHAPTER EIGHT: Our Backs are turned on Everyone Else Part One
-First are Lilynette and Stark: Keep Quiet!-
"Starky, wake up, it's time for breakfast. Aww c'mon, its oatmeal and French toast; it's really good." Lilynette tapped the patient on his nose gently hoping he would awake to the smell of the sugary and cinnamon smell of the French toast sticks on the white hospital tray rolled to the side of his bed. The brunette opened one lazy eye to the little girl and groaned not wanting to get up, even if the food smelled so delectable and made his mouth water for the taste of the French toast.
"Stark, c'mon and get up. You'll love the taste of it… I can see your mouth watering over here you lazy old dog you…c'mon and eat it before I do." The brunette had no choice but to get up and eat now. They were his French toast sticks and he'd be damned if Lilynette ate them. The girl gave a smile and pushed the tray cart over closer.
"You know, I would have woken up from the smell Lilynette," he said lazily splitting the French toast with a plastic fork. The girl shook her head and narrowed her eyes playfully at him.
"That's a lie Stark; I would've eaten them in front of your falsely sleeping face," she took a spoon and dug into the tan colored oatmeal savoring the smell of apples and cinnamon. Stark rolled his eyes and dipped the next piece into the small cup of buttermilk syrup. Lilynette cut on the television turning straight for the cartoons. Stark stopped her, telling her to turn to the news, since it would be own at this hour.
"But I want to watch cartoons…" Lilynette whined. Stark scowled slightly and instantly the girl turned to the nearest Karakura news channel.
"~~~In recent news, the imminent capture of the criminal Neliel Tu Oderschvank and the two escapees from the Karakura Penitentiary, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques and Ichimaru Gin took a turn for the surprising as the three were shielded by what it seems to look like tear gas. The police department was baffled as to where the gas came from, and when they searched for the three, they disappeared into thin air."
"That's right Shiguchi; a tip from a man residing in the exclusive subsection of Karakura Town informed the department of their whereabouts. He was baffled as well as the police when---"
"You don't think that Aizen ratted them out do you Stark?" Lilynette asked turning the channel to her long awaited cartoons.
"I have a hunch he did. Did you see the house, it was his."
"But he could've been out when that happened, think about it." She ate another spoonful of the sweet oats laughing occasionally at the antics of the cat and mouse chasing each other on the screen. Stark rolled his eyes and stared at the last French toast stick in front of him. Honestly, what did the yellow-green haired girl see in those crappy cartoons? He cut into the last piece and dipped it into the remaining bit of syrup. Lilynette finished her own breakfast and, grabbing his tray, she went to take it back to the kitchen. It was the least she could do to show her thanks for saving Stark's life.
She decided to take the stairs today; exercise was another one of those things she needed after spending so much time sitting down and leaning over. The trip down to the first floor didn't take too long thanks to Stark's fourth floor placement. Before she knew it, she had returned the tray and empty bowls to the cafeteria and was heading back up the stairs. Stopping at the third floor, she pushed the door open noting the smell of iodine and rubbing alcohol. Being nosy right now wouldn't hurt would it? She trailed down the hall peeking in the room of sleeping patients and noting who was in each room. She spotted a few police officers and even someone working on the hospital staff in a double jointed room, sick with some sort of flu.
The last door on the floor was wide open and a yell could be heard coming from it. Lilynette decided to check it out, creeping closer to the door.
"And I said you could leave now, I don't need you paternal watch over me right now; we aren't little kids anymore Ilfort."
Lilynette knew that voice, she knew it all too well.
"And I said I'm not leaving bro. You're under my watch until you leave to go back to prison."
The second voice was unfamiliar at the moment. But first things first, she had to see if what she thought was true. She quietly stepped into the room noting the smell of I.V. fluids and fresh cut flowers in the windowsill. She completely forgot that there were people in that particular room.
"Hey, who are you? Are you lost?" Ilfort asked her staring. Lilynette stared back silently shaking her head.
"I know you; you're Lilynette. Are you here with Stark? I heard he was in from a passing nurse." Szayel gave one of his rare smiles of relief. So she was right. The pink haired guy from the sewers was alive, this was great news.
"Yup I'm here with him, but I thought you died killing that guy?" she said obliviously. Ilfort's eye twitched when he caught the words "killing" and "guy". He turned to his brother who placed a finger to his lips.
"You killed that cop that was on the news?! Oh this is just great numbskull; really fucking great!" Szayel rolled his eyes and reached over into the vase filled with chocolates and candy from his friends Lumina and Metazeppi. Lilynette grinned as she reached for the handful, stuffing it into her pants pocket.
"Listen, I'll give you most of my candy, if you keep quiet about what happened in the sewers, alright?" he bargained. The girl nodded stuffing a piece of dark chocolate in her mouth.
"Hey, I hear you bargaining with that girl. She was with you all too and her…"
"Father." Szayel added.
"Father? You mean they were the…holy shit you three are in serious trouble. I should turn you all in right now!" Ilfort was about to blow. All the information his little brother hid from him. Endangering a little girl by letting her run in sewers, killing that Izuru guy mention on the news; GAH! Too much for him to even fathom right now. Szayel looked to his bother, pushing up the cracked glasses toward the bridge of his nose.
"Tell, and I promise I'll kill you too…" he threatened glancing at the array of needles filled with medications.
"You wouldn't…" Ilfort egged on. Szayel lifted an eyebrow towards his blond older brother and picked up the syringe. Hopping out of bed and limping past Lilynette, he inched closer and closer to him. Ilfort panicked and ran to the door eying his demented younger brother.
"Alright bro, I won't rat on you, I promise to you."
"You won't? I don't believe you at all Ilfort. How do I know you aren't lying to me and Lilynette right here?" He pointed to Lilynette steadily popping chocolates into her mouth.
"I won't; sailor's promise bro, just back the hell away with that needle!" The blonde cowered from the sight.
Szayel tossed the syringe up and caught it, placing it back neatly on the table. Lilynette held back a laugh from the blonde brother's face. Szayel grabbed one of the chocolates and popped it into his mouth noting the crispy rice embedded in it. He didn't like the feel too much.
"Hey, I should be going back to Stark right now, but before I leave, can I have some more of your chocolate?"
"Go ahead; I won't eat all of it anyway. Besides in a few, that Di-Roy bastard will come in here and ravage all of my edible gifts." Lilynette beamed and reached in, grabbing a handful of chocolate and walking off with a slight wave. Szayel waved back and relaxed on his bed Ilfort tossing him glances and mumbling.
"Say something?" Szayel asked picking up the needle.
"No," Ilfort said sitting back onto the navy blue faux leather couch.
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"What took you so long, did you get lost or something?" Stark asked flipping channels in his bead. Lilynette dumped the chocolate she had left in her pockets onto the bedside table. Stark raised an eyebrow and reached for one.
"Who gave you chocolates?" He asked her.
"I saw someone I knew here and he gave me some of his chocolates," she said avoiding names. Stark shrugged and ate another.
"Hey, Lilynette, go get a movie and put it in so we can watch it together," he said to the girl. Lilynette grinned and briskly walked out of the door.
"I wonder what movie Stark'll like. Hmm, maybe Balto…"
-The Second is Soi Fon: Baby, Don't Work Me Over!-
"Ms. Yoruichi looks so dashing in her gym outfit. If only I was as physically fit as her, then we both could run the gym together." Soi Fon blushed at the small Polaroid in her hands of her former mentor, Yoruichi punching a punching bag in a white tank top and black sweat pants. She was truly an inspiration to the Second Captain of the Karakura Police Force. One day, she would have to visit the gym and see how she was doing. Wait, why couldn't she go today? It would take a load off of her mind since Kira was killed. But they needed her there at the office; at least she thought so. She peeked out of her office and no one looked back at her. Slow day must be. After all, everyone was grieving over the late third lieutenant and she would technically be going out to grieve to, wouldn't she? She grinned grabbing her jacket, keys, and bag. Turning out the door, she locked the lock and headed straight for outside, towards the yellow Beetle in the parking lot.
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"Yoruichi-sama, I've come to visit you!" Soi Fon yelled across the large white and blue striped gym towards her former teacher. The short woman had changed into some yellow sweat pants and a black shirt with a solid black hornet on the front with dashes going in loops all the way to the back of the shirt. The dark skinned woman looked towards her former pupil with a slight wave and a smirk.
"I was wondering when you would get here Soi Fon," she said folding her arms. The sheer sight of Yoruichi made Soi Fon blush. She was so elegant in her gym apparel, even if it was rather plain. Sparkles formed around her and even a change of lighting, in Soi Fon's vision.
"Ah Soi Fon, it's a pleasure seeing you again!"
The sparkles fell and the lighting dropped as the dirty blonde candy shop owner of Urahara Shoten appeared in her line of vision. The man wore a loose and long red shirt with black shorts. It seems he was there with her also. Shit.
"Move Kisuke," Soi Fon growled at him raising a fist.
"But can't I give my former teammate a---BLURGH!"
Face met floorboards instantly as the small woman stepped on his back causing him to yelp in pain. Yoruichi ignored the man writhing in pain and walked away with Soi Fon trailing behind her. Soi Fon hated the lazy shop owner with great animosity towards his part in her leaving the police force. Every time she saw him, which was rarely now, she wanted to strangle the life out of him.
"Did you here me Soi Fon?" Yoruichi asked. The woman looked up out of her rage mode.
"I said are you her to train or talk?"
"Um to talk Yoruichi-sama," she said dropping the bag she carried into the bleachers.
"Oh great, you're here to get fit like me!" Kisuke said, popping up again apparently recovered from the recent injury he sustained. Yoruichi cleared her throat and called her two 'students' to the blue wrestling mat in the center of the floor.
"We are doing stretches first, so get ready," she said taking deep breaths. Soi Fon stood staring at Yoruichi while Kisuke sat cross legged on the floor getting pumped.
"Alright, we're doing lunges you two get in position."
All three stood with their left knee bent out, leaning as far as they could go without pulling a muscle. They soon switched legs, Kisuke stretching as far as he could before he felt a twang in his leg and fell over in pain.
"Ow!!!!! I pulled a muscle in my leg…OW OW OW!!!" He rolled around the mat for a few moments before recovering and standing back up with a slight limp. Soi Fon rolled her eyes as she finished her lunges.
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"Next up are Arm stretches, get in position you two."
All three stood, arms outstretched and rotating them back and forth in wide and small circles. Soi Fon began to inch a little too close to Kisuke as he finished up when he found a fist contacting to his nose causing him to step back holding his nose, feeling the blood seep between his fingers. Soi Fon grinned devilishly as Yoruichi shook her head.
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"All right the next three stretches we're doing are jumping jacks, through the tunnel, and more arm stretches, all in that order."
Jumping jacks, shouldn't be too hard to do, right?
Wrong.
Deliberately, Soi Fon jumped closer to the man, hitting him in the face with a fist. Kisuke stepped backwards holding his nose again looking surprised at the now playing innocent Soi Fon. He finished up his jumping jacks with one hand on his nose and the other in the air.
Next came through the tunnel, easy enough, plus at a distance nothing could happen right?
Almost.
Intent on the fact that Kisuke was staring at her bottom, Soi Fon chased the innocent man around the gym, hitting him with a barbell on his head. Luckily, it wasn't hard since he wore a hat and the thick mess on his head blocked some of the pain. Yoruichi sighed and shook her head as the two did another lap around the gym.
"But, I didn't do anything wrong!" Kisuke yelled trying hard to get away from the short woman.
The last arm stretch Kisuke did all the way on the other side of the gym. No Soi Fon to his him, no "accidental" nosebleeds, no knots on his head from barbells; yup he was perfectly far away from Soi Fon's wrath.
Fortunately, he was right this time. The stretches ended quickly before Yoruichi called him over for the main exercise for the day: kickboxing.
"Alright Kisuke, you will be sparring against Soi Fon."
Kisuke gulped touching his bandaged nose and forehead. Sparring…with…Soi Fon? He stepped back towards his own gym bag, grabbing the black handles and heading towards the door. He was done for today.
"Kisuke, where are you going?" Yoruichi asked folding he arms.
"I'm going on home. I'm too tired and I believe I've gotten my exercise for today," he answered blankly looking at Soi Fon.
"Aww already Kisuke," Soi Fon whined. "We were just about to start the kickboxing."
"No thank you; I remember Tessai needs help with a few boxes, see ya." He ran out the door leaving a smoke trail behind him. Soi Fon grinned devilishly and turned to Yoruichi who only shook her head.
"Why me?" She whined.
-Third is Nnoitra: Cold and Crisp-
Morning sun bathed over the Karakura Penitentiary on a rather chilly autumn morning. The bells rang for breakfast and the doors swung open. Prisoners filed out left and right slowly, still groggy and drowsy from the too short sleep. One particular prisoner only rolled over and brought the blanket on his bed closer to his body for more warmth. He sighed and tried his hardest to go back to sleep before…
"Alright Jiruga, on your feet or you'll miss breakfast."
"Alright, sheesh, I'm gettin' up," was his reply. He slowly sat up noting the cool air that ran through the cell and back out. He threw the covers off and stood up on the cold floor wincing at the cold on his feet. Throwing on socks and shoes, as well as washing his face with lukewarm water, Nnoitra was ready to go get some of that nice prison breakfast.
"Nnoitra, come on down, they have French toast," yelled the tall Aaroniero from the ground floor. Nnoitra rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs towards the cafeteria. It was there when he met up with Aaroniero, Zommari and a new inmate Yammy Rialgo. The French toast were cut into triangles and doused with the smallest amount of syrup possible. Nnoitra picked up the yellow piece of bread and grimaced at the fact that it wasn't doused with the whole bottle of syrup. Aaroniero and Zommari cut their three slices into pieces and ate them as such while Yammy ate the three stacked one on top of the other in one bite.
"This sucks," Nnoitra said taking a bite of one triangle of French toast and chewing roughly at the no syrup taste.
"I don't see anything wrong with it," Zommari said going to his next piece. Aaroniero nodded and agreed.
"I don't see anything wrong with it either. I know it could use a bit more sprucing, but this isn't that bad."
"Not the food morons… Don't you see it at all? Crappy foods, the heat fucks up constantly, early wake up time? This blows."
"Well, you shouldn't have raped those women if you didn't want to be here Nnoitra," Yammy said crushing the empty milk carton he'd finished. He did have somewhat of a point though, but still; that wasn't it.
"Well, I heard from a reliable source that that Grimmjow guy and his friend are still on the run. They even got away from a giant police barricade by tear gas that someone threw," Zommari told him. Nnoitra rolled his eyes and dropped the plastic fork.
"And what? The bastard going to get what he deserves soon, so what does that have to do with me?"
"You fought him," Zommari said drinking the cold apple juice from the plastic carton. Nnoitra scoffed.
"He was asking for it; that blue haired fag." He drank a bit of the apple juice then tossed it onto the tray.
"Yeah, but you started the whole thing."
"Um and your point? He got in my face; he was practically begging for it," Nnoitra spat dragging the pearl white fork around the tray. Zommari shook his head and Aaroniero ran fingers through his dark hair.
"You started with him. If I remember correctly, you said 'watch this' and walked over to step on his hand."
Nnoitra rolled his eyes as Zommari finished. Aaroniero snickered as he finished the last of his food and Yammy only sat there completely confused at what the African American man was talking about. Aaroniero pressed his palms on the table getting up and carrying his tray and picking up Yammy's, Nnoitra's and Zommari's.
"My good deed for today." He placed the trays on the tray rack. "I'm going now; I head today going to be a chiller, so I'm heading out for quick breath of air."
He left leaving everyone else sitting there in an awkward silence. Nnoitra gave him a quick glance before staring at Zommari, waiting for him to say something.
"…You still started it."
"Blow me."
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Although the sun was out without clouds in the sky, it was still just as cold as this morning. The officers insisted the prisoners be let out for some crisp, clean, and cool air, much to their dismay. Soon everyone was outside either moving around to keep warm or sitting directly in the sunlight. Either way, they didn't want to be outside.
Nnoitra wasn't excluded from that group. He leaned on the fence; arms crossed looking at a pile of dirt by his feet then to the medium sized hole a few feet away. It was the same hole used by Grimmjow, Gin and Neliel. Why they hadn't covered it up was a mystery, but no one tried to use it…recently. One guy tried to use the hole a few days back, but he was caught when his pants got caught on the fence. He was a laughing stock for a few days, but then it all died down, and soon everything was back to normal.
"Hey Nnoitra," Aaroniero waived to him walking over with Yammy. "Are you up for something to do?"
Nnoitra turned his head interested in what he had to say. Aaroniero smirked and pointed at the hole. Nnoitra looked at it obliviously.
"What about the hole?" he asked.
"If you can climb under it and make it out, we'll give you, um, our stash under our mattresses, yeah." Aaroniero bargained with a smirk. Nnoitra stared at the two blankly and pushed himself off the wall.
"I'm not a retard Aaroniero, you both don't have a stash and plus I wouldn't be caught dead crawling through some hole."
"First off Nnoitra," Aaroniero said reaching in his pockets and fishing out bars of chocolate. "And second; are you going to let some 'woman' escape through a hole? You know what that means don't you?"
A flash in Nnoitra's eyes told him that he had struck something. The tall and lanky man grumbled and shook the dark haired man's hand in some sort of agreement.
"I'll do it but not for the candy or whatever the fuck you both have under your mattresses." Yammy gave a stifled laugh and shook his hand also.
"Alright Nnoitra, but you have to be out here by seven thirty, no later no earlier alright?" Nnoitra nodded and walked away leaving Aaroniero and Yammy to laugh to themselves.
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Dinner rolled by leaving an orange vegetable soupy mess where Nnoitra had been sitting. Someone thought it would be funny to start a food fight at the last second and soon the hot thick soup was thrown everywhere. Nnoitra wiped the cold sticky dinner from his face and growled as he was stuck cleaning up after the messy event. All he did was slam a few prisoners' faces in the plastic bowls, no biggie right? Ok, maybe he slammed them a little too hard since one guy was sent into the infirmary with a broken nose and the other almost broke his neck from slipping after he slammed the bowl of soup in his face. A few more tables to wipe down and he would go meet up Aaroniero and Yammy outside by the fence.
"Oi Jiruga, go on, you've finished up here," a prison guard said waving him off. Nnoitra looked up and shrugged. He threw the orange stained dish rag to the ground and walked away, hands in pocket. Seven Twenty-seven, just three minutes to go. Nnoitra made his way to the wall and looked around for Aaroniero and Yammy. They weren't in sight and it was almost seven thirty; something was up.
"Yo, Nnoitra, over here." Nnoitra barely caught the low whisper from Aaroniero hiding in the niche between the door and wall. He looked over and waved as he approached the medium sized hole in the ground. Aaroniero gave a thumb up as Nnoitra lowered himself to fit under the hole. He slid a bony hand under the fence then his whole arm. Nothing was in the hole and the pointed ends of the fence were too high up to cause damage. He placed one leg in the hole, the other soon following then his lower body. Aaroniero grinned as he watched the lanky man slip under silently. Just a bit more and he would be out. Nnoitra gave a Cheshire grin and pulled himself from under the fence.
A shrill tweet of a whistle made him jump and get the collar of his orange jumpsuit stuck on the pointed end of the fence. Aaroniero tried his hardest to hold in a laugh as he slipped away and went back inside to an equally straining Yammy. The silver whistle in his hand was quickly placed in his pocket as guards came swarming left and right to Nnoitra's position under the fence. Nnoitra cursed loudly as he was yanked from the hole and hoisted to his feet to meet the gaze of a furious guard.
"Solitary for you Jiruga; three days, take him." Two guards rushed the bony man inside the building, past Yammy and Aaroniero who were ignored. Nnoitra turned around to look at their faces, contorted with paining laughter.
"You assholes!" he cursed at them as he rounded the corner with the guards.
"Ok Yammy…let's get before some one catches us."
Author's Notes: Well, I did say it would be rather long didn't I? My longest chapter to date, but the next chapter will be even longer. If you haven't guessed by now, Aaroniero took Kaien's look since I find it quite odd to let the twin headed Arrancar even take on his original form in this story. Anyone notice the reoccurring theme in story one and three? *gigglesnort*
The first story has a few puns in it, and you'll only understand them if you actually have gotten up to Chapter 354 and beyond in the manga.
The second story I had to ad lib. I'm not used to writing about Soi Fon and Yoruichi and Kisuke. But it made me laugh while typing it up.
The third made me frustrated since I couldn't come up with an ending for it. So whatever errors you find, slap me with a frozen cod please.
Lastly…Fan fic finale next chapter! Stay tuned and no preview since it'll be a surprise.
---Vichy is Out!!!
