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Chapter 08: The Reinforcements

Grimmjow slammed his glowing blue fist down onto the head of another rogue incubus. The trip to his kingdom hadn't been a long journey once he remembered how to use sonído. He and Shiro sped their way straight to the large abode, but caught sight of some demented incubi hanging around the castle. Upon arrival, the incubi attacked Shiro and Grimmjow, demanding for them to give them food.

Their large mouths hung open, revealing sharp, shark-like teeth and long, light blue tongues. Their eyes glowed with a sick shade of green. Their bodies were grey and skinny, almost looking too fragile to touch, but they were quick and very strong. They had been surrounded by six of them, growling and slime dripping from their mouths. Grimmjow wasn't sure if he should even touch them, fearing that he would catch whatever they had.

He watched them all with his head on a swivel, just waiting for them to attack. He could hear their claws digging into the dirt below. He glanced over at Shiro, who was growling at them with his vampire fangs bared. "What's the plan, Shiro?" The white haired demon glanced over to his partner before looking back at the monsters in front of them.

"Kill them. Smash their faces in if you can, but whatever you do, DON'T let them bite you. If they bite you, I'm leaving yo' ass."

"What happens if I'm bitten?" Grimmjow snapped his head around when one of them screeched into the night sky. It was ear shattering and it made Grimmjow wince.

"You'll turn into one of them!" Shiro shouted as he advanced at one of them. That seemed to let the demons know it was time to attack and two of them charged towards Grimmjow.

"Well shit!" He quickly backed away and turned on his heel trying to figure out what to do. His eyes widened when he saw another one advancing towards him. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh shit! Shiro!"

"WHAT!" Shiro had been pinned to the ground as a monster tried to chomp at his face. He yelled at it, his hands situated on both parts of the demon's mouth. His foot was keeping it away from him, as he struggled to figure out what to do.

"How the hell am I supposed to kill these things!"

"Use your powers, stupid!" Grimmjow was being chased by three demons as he tried to figure out how to use his powers. He was a teenager when he lost his memories, so he was still getting used to all of this. Think Grimmjow. What the hell am I supposed to do? He looked down at his hands, flexing them into fists. He glared down at them, hoping they would just do what they were supposed to do. He yelled in frustration when nothing happened.

"FUCKING WORK, DAMN YOU!" He shouted as he slid to a halt. He turned around and watched as the beasts were still coming towards him. He quickly began to sonído in their direction, his fist raised above his head. He yelled again and listened as it began to turn into a roaring tone. His body started to feel lighter. He could feel power emitting from inside his soul and looked up. His eyes widened when he saw his fist glowing a bright blue color, flames wrapping around it. He smirked and looked back down at his still advancing prey. His eyes flashed and glowed as the light blue in them took over the deep cobalt color. The white disappeared completely and his pupils became black slits.

He roared again, making the ground quiver in fear and the flames around his fist exploded into a massive blue fireball. He brought his arm down into the oncoming demon that had jumped at him. The demon screamed when Grimmjow's fist connected with its face and it slid across the ground like a rag doll and lay unmoving. The other demons had stopped dead and were looking at their comrade with wide green eyes.

Grimmjow just stood there, panting, watching and waiting for them to make their next move. They both turned their attention back to Grimmjow, but stayed perfectly still. He casually walked towards them, making one of them growl, but it made no point to move. The blunet held out his hand in a claw-like fashion and yelled, "Gran Rey Cero!" A large blue beam flashed from his palm and shot out, completely obliterating the two demons. The sand under them sprayed out and created a large dust cloud.

Shiro stood near the entrance of the castle, looking in the direction of the dust cloud, hoping Grimmjow came out from it. He had killed the other two monsters and was bleeding from his side. One had ran off and he wasn't about to go chasing after it. He watched as a shadow started to form and sighed in relief when Grimmjow emerged, unharmed. He was panting and sweating, but didn't seem to have any visible wounds.

Grimmjow stared down at his still glowing hands. He didn't remember having that kind of power when he was younger. It was so massive and strong. He flexed his fingers and cracked his knuckles. He had to admit that felt amazing. When his fist connected with his enemy's skull, he felt giddy and in control. He smirked down at his hands, letting a soft chuckle seep out. He laughed again and again and threw his hands up into the air, laughing manically.

"Fuck yeah!" He yelled, still cackling into the night sky.

"Grimmjow, shit, pay attention to your surroundings!" Grimmjow looked down from the heavens and his eyes widened when he noticed he was surrounded by another group of demented incubi. They were much larger than the first wave and looked a bit more deranged, with their large red eyes. They had to be at least six feet tall and their bodies were built up with muscle. He saw one of the demons from before and realized he had gone to get some back up.

"…Uh, I could use a little help, Shiro."

"Can't, don't have enough energy. You gotta fight them yourself. They want you anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Your dumbass is radiating spiritual energy like a fuckin' light beacon. You're just as bad as Ichigo. Tone that shit down!"

"Oh…my bad." Shiro just sighed as he gazed on. He would never understand why Ichigo chose a stupid ass like him. He watched as Grimmjow started to do battle with one of the larger demons, yelling like some retard. This boy is going to get both of us killed. Successfully killing it, he went from one to another until one was left. He could see Grimmjow was exhausted and in pain. His body was slacking and he was panting, trying to catch his breath. Grimmjow couldn't do this all alone. He may have been strong, but everyone had their limit.

Grimmjow looked like he would pass out any minute as he knelt to the ground below. His body ached and his muscles throbbed. The cuts and slashes to his body were covering his clothing with blood and his head felt woozy. He looked over his shoulder to see the two demons standing there waiting for him to make his move. He growled and shakily rose to his feet. Grimmjow tried to turn around, but collapsed to his knees again, crying out when blood flowed from a hole in his thigh.

"I can't do this alone, Shiro," he spoke. The white haired demon pressed his lips together, trying to think of what to do. He cursed when the demons had enough with waiting and began to slowly advance on Grimmjow's lying body. He started to run, hissing when it jarred his side. He had to at least get near him. He slid next to Grimmjow and growled at the two other demons, making them stop in their tracks.

"I'm right here." Shiro watched on. He refused to die like this. He was so much stronger than that, but his body hadn't thought so. He was losing too much energy and Grimmjow couldn't even move another step. He knew coming here in the first place was a bad idea, but he refused to leave his brother with someone like Aizen. He closed his eyes, growling when an image of Ichigo's happy face flashed before him. No, he wouldn't die like this.

He readied himself for an attack, standing over Grimmjow to block him from danger. To think he would be the one that became buddy buddy with this man. The man he despised so much in the beginning. The man that had taken his little brother from him, only to make him smile in return. "I hate you so much, Grimmjow." He heard the man chuckle low in his throat.

"The…feeling is…mutual, Shirosaki." The white haired demon started to raise the little energy he had left as he gazed at the oncoming enemy. He could do this. He could beat them. He squinted his eyes when he caught sight of something in the distance, moving with inhuman speed towards their direction. Out the corner of his eye, he saw a green ball of light coming from the sky. He looked up and his eyes widened when he saw a bat demon descending towards them. The large, green ball shot forward, hitting the two demented incubi and creating a large hole in the ground where they had once stood. Dust surrounded everything, making Shiro shield his eyes.

He could hear the sound of large wings flapping before everything went silent. He dropped his arm from his eyes and gazed at what was in front of him. A large group of incubi stood before him. He narrowed his eyes and he readied himself for another fight. He knew he couldn't fight anymore, but the demons in front of him didn't. He saw them all looking behind him and he looked over his shoulder, to see Grimmjow laying still. "Shit!" He turned around and dropped to his knees. "Grimmjow?" He didn't get a response from the man and put his fingers to his neck to check his pulse.

He didn't see the group of incubi coming up behind him as he tried to feel for his spiritual energy. "Shit, it's lower than mine."

"We need to get him some place safe," a monotone voice spoke. Shiro was about to reach for Grimmjow, when some one else beat him to it. A tall man with a long face raised Grimmjow from the dusty ground. His hair was pulled back into a long braid which was slung over his shoulder.

"I will carry Grimmjow-sama," the tall man said. Shiro froze, his eyes looking up at the man in front of him. Did I just hear him say Grimmjow-sama? He watched as the man started heading towards the kingdom, a few of the other incubi following behind him.

"Come along, Shirosaki." Shiro looked over his should to see the short, dark haired bat demon.

"How do you know my name?"

"I will explain, but let us get to safety."

1 week, four days before Coming of Age Ceremony

Shiro sighed as one of the succubi finished wrapping some new bandages around his waist. He hadn't realized he had been that badly hurt, but he was glad it was taken care of. It had been two days since they arrived at the castle. He had gotten some energy from one of the demons and he felt right as rain again. He walked down the hallway towards where they had put Grimmjow. He wondered who all those people were, but he would worry about the blunet first.

He stepped into the bedroom and noticed the dark haired bat demon from before. The tall man with the long face was standing near the window, gazing out of it and a fox demon was standing on the opposite side.

"How's he doing?" His voice sounded louder than it really was in the large, quiet room. No one glanced in his direction as he hesitantly made his way over to the bed. He looked down to see Grimmjow's chest rise and fall. There were bandages wrapped around his arm and waist and he was sure there were more under the blankets that wrapped his form.

"He's stable. Just a few cuts and scratches to his chest and arms. The most crucial was the puncture wound in his thigh. Once he gets some energy into him, it will heal faster." Shiro just nodded as he continued to gaze at Grimmjow. He needed him to be okay, for Ichigo's sake.

"So…how did you know my name?"

"You are Ichigo-sama's brother, are you not?" Shiro glanced up to the dark haired male to notice he was gazing at him with large green eyes. The white haired demon just nodded. "I was the one who brought him to Aizen…sama. I am Ulquiorra."

"You're that bastard, Ulquiorra? I should fuckin' kill you. But…I'm not because you saved Grimmjow and I, but don't think for a second that I trust you."

The bat demon lowered his head and looked at Grimmjow. "I apologize for what I did. It was not my intention to break up Grimmjow-sama and his mate. I was just following orders, but now that I know that Grimmjow-sama is alive and well, I can take my place as his knight again."

"What? So you're telling me that you used to work for Grimmjow?" He looked around the room. "All of you?"

"Yes. We served under the original Espada King, Incubi Princess and Grimmjow-sama as well. When we found out that Grimmjow-sama had been killed we tried to find him or the culprit, but came up empty handed. We had no choice but to follow after Aizen."

"Okay…so who are all of you?"

"I am Ulquiorra Cifer, 4th Espada and half bat demon. I was his fourth in command. The one over there," he pointed to the long faced man, "is Shawlong Kūfang, Grimmjow-sama's personal servant." He turned his attention towards the silver haired fox demon in the corner. "That is Gin Ichimaru, he was the King's advisor and the former captain of the 3rd division in the Seireitei Clan. We served Grimmjow-sama in the past and will continue to do so from now on and into the future."

Shiro looked at everyone in the room. Grimmjow had already had an army and didn't even know about it. He looked back at the bat demon. "Do you know Nnoitra and Starrk?" Ulquiorra looked up and nodded.

"Nnoitra is the 5th Espada, fifth in command. Starrk is the 1st Espada, first in command."

"Who is the second and third?"

"Neliel and Halibel, the two that treated your wounds. They are half-breeds as well. Everyone else are just lowly servants." Shiro shook his head. There were so many that actually followed after Grimmjow. So many that were willing to go against Aizen for Grimmjow. Something pissed him off though, something that he didn't see from the very beginning.

"Why didn't you bring Ichigo with you?" Ulquiorra frowned and looked away.

"Ichigo-sama has been…locked away."

"What?" Shiro growled.

"The night we planned to escape, Ichigo-sama and Aizen got into a fight. Aizen…attacked him and…beat him into submission. He then locked him away somewhere. I'm not sure where, but he has been there for a couple of days. I know nothing of his condition."

"Damn it," Shiro cursed. He made his way over to the window and gazed out of it. There was now more of a reason to get Ichigo back and kill that brown haired bastard. He knew Aizen wouldn't kill his brother, but that didn't mean he wouldn't torture him. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "Okay," Shiro started. "We need to come together and figure what to do. Nnoitra and Starrk were supposed to be here soon, but I can't wait for them."

"You better wait for them," a raspy voice came out. Everyone looked down to see Grimmjow's eyes slightly open. He was glaring in Shiro's direction and the white haired demon smirked at the look.

"You're finally awake, pussy cat." Grimmjow looked down at the bed sheets and grumbled.

"Fuck you, Shiro. Shit, how long have I been out?"

"Two days."

"Damn it, seriously?" Grimmjow said, groaning when he felt a throb shoot down his leg. "Well then yeah, we need to think up a strategy." There was a knock at the large double doors before two succubi walked in. The 2nd and 3rd Espada stepped in and made their way over towards Grimmjow.

"Hey, Grimmy!"

"Neliel, you will refer to Grimmjow-sama correctly."

"It's okay. Just give me some energy so I can get out of this fucking bed. After that…I would like to have a tiny word with you, Ulquiorra."

Ichigo lay in the corner of a dark, dingy cell. The only light were the rays from the moon, shining through a square window high in the wall. His normal bright orange hair was damp with perspiration and his face was covered in various bruises. He hadn't moved from his spot since Aizen threw him in there and he knew if he didn't get any nourishment anytime soon, he would not live long. He whimpered when he moved his leg and it jarred his broken ankle. The shackle around it, made it that much more painful and he didn't know if he could take anymore of the aching burn. He didn't really think Aizen would throw him in there after he accidentally mouthed off to him.

The brown haired demon had started talking about the people Ichigo cared for and loved and something in him had snapped. He swung his hand across Aizen's face and the next thing he knew, he was on the hard, cold-concreted ground with a bare foot to his neck. He had been gasping for air and it only seemed to excite Aizen even more. The man raised his spiritual pressure, letting it slowly wrap around Ichigo and suffocate him. He began to speak about knowing places and disobeying orders, but Ichigo couldn't even think straight as he tried to gasp for air. He reached his hand up and grabbed the man by his foot, but it was pressed harder, making Ichigo scratch the pale skin.

He could feel the life seeping from him and he whined out, trying to get the man to stop. Ichigo had never been so scared in his life.

He had really thought Aizen was going to kill him. Ichigo shuddered as he lay in the corner of the cell. He felt tears rolling down his face as he quietly sobbed. He had promised himself he wouldn't cry, but he just didn't care anymore. He just wanted to go home and be with his brother. He wanted to be with his friends, but most of all he wanted to be with Grimmjow.

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore his tragic surroundings. He tried to feel out for Grimmjow's spiritual energy, seeing if he could communicate with him the way Grimmjow had done before. He cried out when he felt a burning in his soul. He was losing a lot more energy than he had thought and it was making it difficult for him to use his powers.

He tried again, refusing to give up. He could feel Grimmjow's warm energy not that far off, but it was so hard to reach for it with his body and soul being so broken. He pushed hard, whimpering when the burn came back. He was finally able to make the connection, but he was in too much pain to even get a word out.

[…Ichi?] He sighed when he heard Grimmjow's voice, but berated himself for not being able to speak out to him. [It's okay, Ichi, you don't have to speak. I'll find you and take you away from that place. Just sit tight and try to stay as strong as possible.] Ichigo pushed himself to at least say something.

[Gri-Grimmjow.]

[I'm coming, berry.] That was the last thing he heard before the connection died and he passed out.

Grimmjow stared out the window as he listened to battle plans going on behind him. He didn't give a damn what they did. He was going to find Ichigo first, and then he would deal with that ugly bastard. He needed to make sure his berry was okay. After the connection with Ichigo had died, he tried to revive it, but there was a blockage and he couldn't get through. He could tell Ichigo was losing too much energy and he needed rescuing badly.

He turned his attention towards something in the distance coming towards the castle. He noticed three figures running ahead of a group of around fifteen people. The closer they got, the more he recognized them. He smirked wide and watched as his best friends came running up to the castle.

"Yo, Nnoitra! Starrk!" He yelled down to the group. He saw the two glance up and grin as the made their way into the castle. Grimmjow didn't see the grin on Shiro's face at the mention of the lanky man, but he knew the white haired demon was going to be glad to see him. Grimmjow could hear the noise of footsteps as they climbed to his location before the doors to the room burst open. All the other demons looked up to see who had barged into their meeting and was met with a large group of Espada.

Nnoitra grinned wide, his piano smile threatening to break his face. His hands were on his hips in a superman pose and his deep purple eye gleamed with satisfaction. He watched everyone in the room, surprised to see there were already so many there, but he didn't care. He was satisfied with how many people wanted Aizen dead. He looked over at Grimmjow, seeing the man gazing at him with a lifted brow and his arms crossed over his chest. Nnoitra spoke loud, proud and for everyone to hear. "I've brought some reinforcements!" The only answer he got was a loud cheering that could be heard throughout the entire kingdom.

Yay, the battle is about to begin. The story is almost coming to a close, maybe two or three more chapters, including an Epilogue. Review please and see you next chapter.