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Chapter 09: I Am the King

1 week, two days before Coming of Age Ceremony

Grimmjow and his army stood at the top of the highest sand dune, staring at the large, white castle in the distance. The crescent moon was high and bright, like a North Star so Grimmjow could find his way. He stared down at the fortress, noticing the swirling violet color above it. He wondered if Aizen knew they were coming. A lot of his followers were on Grimmjow's side, but he still had a great amount left. He frowned when he tried to guess the exact number.

He refused to lose this battle. All his life he had thought he had been some human. He thought he would go through college and live a normal life. Then Ichigo walked into his life and everything turned upside down. The boy had thrown him for a loop and got him tangled into something he thought was merely impossible in the real world. But now…now it was his chance to prove something to himself and to Ichigo. To prove that being lost for so long, did nothing to his pride. It did nothing to the fact that no matter what Aizen or anyone did, he would always and forever be King.

He looked to his right to see Shiro, completely in his release form. His fangs were bared and his grey curved horns were protruding from his long, silver hair. Two jagged red lines fell across his cheek, starting from under his right eye. His chest was bare, white bandages wrapping around his torso. His white harem pants hung low on his hips, held up by a sash the same color as Grimmjow's hair. Though Shiro was there for his brother, he wore Grimmjow's colors to let the blunet know he was by his side. They might not be the best of friends yet, but they would grow on each other.

Grimmjow then looked to his left to see Nnoitra. His long black hair was pulled into a low, loose ponytail, one side swiped over his eye to cover the white eyepatch. His upper body was covered with a long jacket, only showing off the very top of his chest and hung over his white harem pants. Three silver bracelets wrapped around each of his wrists. His sash was hidden, but he knew he wore the same blue sash as everyone else in the group.

The blunet took a deep breath, trying to will himself to be ready. He didn't really have any encouraging words to say to everyone else, but he knew they were there for only one thing. They wanted to serve their King.

"You nervous?" Shiro asked softly. Grimmjow just glared in his direction, seeing the white haired demon smirking.

"Are you?" Shiro's smile turned into a frown and he turned his attention towards the castle.

"Yeah…a little." That surprised Grimmjow. Shiro seemed to be so calm about what was going on and seemed like everything would go smoothly. He guessed it was because of Ichigo. He was also worried about the little berry. He didn't know what Aizen was doing to him and that made his stomach churn.

"We'll get him back."

"…I know." Grimmjow wanted to say something else, but decided not to. He turned his attention to the Espada and incubi behind him. He gazed into all their faces to see the determined look in their eyes. They were ready and willing to die. Whatever it took to bring Aizen down, they would do it.

"Everyone ready?" He got a resounding shout from the group. Ulquiorra just stood there with his normal, calm demeanor, listening as Grimmjow tried to get the group riled up. He was hyped though he didn't show it. He was just as ready as anyone else to bring down the man that lied to them for years. The man that he had served for years. He didn't know if Grimmjow would ever forgive him for what he had done, but he was willing to get back in his good graces. He watched as Grimmjow's azure eyes roamed everyone before they stopped dead on him. He gazed at his king, not sure what the man was thinking. He watched as Grimmjow nodded to him and he nodded back. He was relieved that he was off the hook for now.

Grimmjow turned his attention back to the castle, lowering his spiritual energy to an unnoticeable amount, waiting for everyone else to do so. When no one could feel any amount of spiritual energy around them other than in the castle, they moved forward, quick but stealthily. They separated, following their plan to a T. Grimmjow and Shiro slipped up next to a door on the other side of the castle where the prison ward was located. They would try there before searching for Ichigo in some other part of the castle.

Shiro slipped into the castle first, disarming and knocking out the guard standing there. They walked swiftly down the hall and stopped at the corner. Shiro glanced at Grimmjow to see if he was going to go for the next two guards or not. The blunet attacked them from behind, disarming one and tackling the other one to the ground. He pulled a dagger out of his belt and stabbed the incubi in the throat, grimacing at the gurgling sound. He stood up from the body, pulling his knife from the man's passage and whipped it across the air, letting the blood fall from it. Before they left, Grimmjow grabbed a set of spiritual keys from the guard.

"I think the cells are down this hall," Shiro whispered. They walked down a long hallway before they reached a curved wooden door with a lock. The blunet stepped up to the door and held out the keys. They began to vibrate and one turned a deep violet color. He grabbed it and put it in the lock, watching as the door disappeared. They were hit with a God-awful rotting smell and Shiro gagged, holding his hand up against his nose. "I really hope King isn't in here."

Grimmjow refused to wait to find that out and stepped into the cell room. He looked around, not seeing anything in the first few cells. He quickly made his way down the hall, looking into each cell with critical blue eyes. He stopped at a cell in the middle and held his hand to his mouth. He could feel his body quivering when he caught sight of the mass of orange hair, but shook it off to make sure it wasn't his Ichigo. He stepped close and gripped the rusty bars tight. Shiro stepped up next to him. He heard the white haired man whisper "no," and he knew Shiro was thinking the same as him.

Were they really too late to save him? Grimmjow quickly backed away, his body still shaking with anger. His heart was heavy and weighing him down. He closed his eyes and pushed through the various spiritual ribbons. He needed to make sure if this was really Ichigo. He pushed harder, angry that he couldn't find Ichigo's energy anywhere in the fortress.

"No," he growled. "I refuse to believe this is Ichigo." He reached out to search for Aizen's energy and found him in the very middle of the castle. Gin had said that was where the brown haired demon's throne room was located.

"What are you thinking, Grimmjow?" Shiro watched as the blunet was losing the battle on keeping his energy concealed. The man's eyes were wide open and starting to change into the glowing light blue and the pupils were narrowing into slits. The man's body shook harder and Shiro backed away in fear of getting hurt as he gazed at what Grimmjow was transforming into. The man's hair began to grow at an alarming rate, flowing all the way down to the back of his knees. His horns disappeared and changed into a crown wrapped around Grimmjow cranium. His ears stretched and narrowed, turning into cat ears. Bluish-green marks start to run under his eyes and run up the top of his ears. The man's clothing start to rip and sharp claw-like bone start to protrude from his arms and legs. Grimmjow growled and his body was engulfed in a blue flame. "…Grimmjow?"

The blunet whipped his head over to see Shiro leaning against the wall with wide eyes. The bars he had been gripping had disintegrated and lie in a pile of dust on the floor. "We are leaving, Shiro."

"What about Ichigo?"

"That is not Ichigo. I will find him."

The battle ran on for what seemed like hours. Incubi and Espada were fighting until there was no more energy in their systems. Nnoitra had been badly hurt, but he was able to stay alert with all the spiritual particles around the fortress. He and Starrk had to deal with a few of Aizen's worthless followers and the lanky man was upset that there wasn't anyone stronger. He had remembered seeing the pink haired scientist running around like a chicken with its head cut-off. It seemed he had had Ichigo in his custody, trying to drug him up when the little orange haired man escaped. He was still losing a lot of energy and his ankle was still badly broken. They had been in the place for hours now and no one had seen the long orange hair anywhere. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

He knew it was Grimmjow and Shiro's job to look for the boy, so he had gone back to killing more of Aizen's arrancar, including the pink haired one. He had been such an annoying shit and Nnoitra was glad to kill him off. Nnoitra stood in the large corridor. The stark white walls and floors were covered with stains of red and bodies lay unmoving. He looked to see Starrk shooting an incubi in the forehead before he stalked away. The man could be scary when he wasn't whining about fluffy pillows.

He followed after the man, checking for anymore enemies. He and Starrk rounded the corner and froze when they saw a tall, dark-skinned man standing at the far end. His long, purple-black hair was done in braids. His unseeing eyes were covered in a white shield, his neck was wrapped in an orange scarf and he was wearing a normal white outfit. Starrk readied himself waiting for the dark-skinned man to make a move, while Nnoitra just sneered.

He hated having to deal with these kinds of incubi. He knew of Kaname Tōsen. He reminded him of how much power Aizen actually had under him. He was glad Gin was on their side, but this man he knew would never come over. He despised Grimmjow more than anyone else. When they were younger, Tōsen had thought Grimmjow was a barbaric hooligan. He had never liked his blue haired friend and if he had had the chance he would have killed Grimmjow himself.

"Step aside, Tōsen. We don't want to have to kill you." Nnoitra looked in Starrk's direction when he spoke. He knew the lethargic man really didn't like to kill unless he had to. The dark-skinned man slowly moved his hand to his side, pulling out a long katana with an orange base.

"Shit," Nnoitra cursed. He slowly began to take a step backwards, watching as Starrk did the same.

"I will not…let you pass." Nnoitra frowned. He guessed they would have to find another way or battle to keep moving forward.

Grimmjow walked down the long white hallway with Shiro trailing far behind him. The white haired demon didn't want to get too close to Grimmjow. He wouldn't say he was scared, but the man was emitting a large amount of energy and it was bothering him. They had stopped searching for Ichigo to pursue heading to Aizen. The blunet was beyond angry and he hoped that when they saw Aizen, Grimmjow would kill him quickly. Grimmjow stopped immediately and closed his eyes. Shiro was about to ask what was wrong when Grimmjow's baritone voice beat him to it.

"Do you smell that?" Shiro frowned and sniffed the air. He didn't really smell anything. He walked closer to Grimmjow and sniffed again. His eyes narrowed in realization and he started following the aroma. He knew that sweet smell anywhere. He rounded the corner, hearing Grimmjow's feet slapping against the floor next to him. They stopped in front of a large curved door. The smell was stronger now and it was making both their blood boil.

Grimmjow pushed the door open and looked into the dark room. He was about to walk in when Shrio's arm shot out stopping him from doing so. "Don't be an idiot, Grimmjow. We don't know what's in there."

"Ichigo is in there! I'm not waiting around!"

"Think for a second!" Shiro glared up into light blue eyes. "It could be an illusion," he whispered. "We have to be cautious."

"I don't give a damn," Grimmjow ground out. "If it's an illusion, then that means Aizen is in there."

"Ugh, why are you such-" Shiro stopped speaking when he heard a whimpering voice. There was a sound of a shackle being dragged against the floor and a small whining voice. "…Fuck it." They quickly made their way in, making sure to look in every corner as they walked deeper into the throne room.

"Shit, Ichi," Shiro heard Grimmjow whisper. He turned his attention to a corner where Ichigo was huddled up. The boy's face was battered and pale, making his orange hair look brighter. His long hair was uneven, looking like someone had been ripping clumps of hair out and it had blood caked in various areas. His clothing was ripped and no longer white, leaving him only in a top that was draped over his body. It was long sleeved and covered only down to his thighs. Ichigo's thighs had blood on them and his shackled ankle was slightly discolored.

When Grimmjow reached out to touch the orange haired man, Ichigo shied away from the touch. The smaller male had thought Aizen had come back to beat him. After he got away from Szayel, Ichigo limped, trying to find someone who could help him. He had passed by a few people fighting, but they were too preoccupied to even notice him. He had gotten himself lost, only to run into Aizen. The brown haired man had dragged him into the throne room by his hair and had chained him up in the corner.

"Ichi, it's me." Ichigo shook his head and moved farther away from what he thought was an illusion of Grimmjow. He couldn't deal with the disappointment of his prince not coming to rescue him. He was meant to stay there and live the remainder of his life as a prisoner.

"No, lies. You're…n-not my Grimmjow." The blunet moved closer and reached his hand out to softly touch Ichigo's face. He turned it up so Ichigo could look at him and he stared down into dull brown eyes. They looked so lifeless and he growled at the lost sparkle in them.

"It's the truth. I told you I would be coming for you. You are mine and no one is taking you away from me." Ichigo gazed up at the blue haired man. He took in the long blue hair and the brighter than normal blue eyes. The man before him looked different from his Grimmjow, but he smelled the same.

"…Gri-Grimmjow?"

"Yeah berry, it's me. Your brother is even here." The orange haired demon looked over Grimmjow's shoulder to see his older brother standing there. Shiro would let them have their moment while he kept a lookout. He just wished Grimmjow would hurry the hell up. "Now…can you stand?" Ichigo shook his head. His ankle was in far too much pain and he didn't think he could limp on it anymore. "Alright, close your eyes. I'm going to break the shackle." Grimmjow lowered his hand to the gray cuff and concentrated his energy into his hand. It started to glow blue and he wrapped his fingers around the side of the ankle. Ichigo hissed as it accidentally touched his ankle, but was relieved when it disintegrated.

Grimmjow slipped his arm under Ichigo's knees and picked him up bridal style. Ichigo wrapped his arms around the man's neck and leaned against his chest. He breathed in Grimmjow's one of a kind scent and pressed his cracked lips to the man's neck. "Thank you," he whispered. Grimmjow sighed, enjoying having Ichigo back in his arms, but he knew this had been too easy.

"We're not out of the park yet."

"Indeed you are not." Grimmjow froze when he heard that annoyingly condescending voice coming from across the room. He heard Shiro curse and he turned around. He could feel Ichigo quivering and tighten his grip around his neck, trying to push closer to the blunet's chest. He had never seen his berry so afraid. "Where do you think you are going with my queen?"

"Ichigo isn't yours. I'm taking him away from here," Grimmjow spoke calmly. He refused to be intimidated by such a person.

"How is that possible…with no exit?" Grimmjow glanced out the corner of his eye to see Shiro looking back at him. He glanced in the opposite direction and noticed the door they had come through was completely missing. "You barge into my fortress uninvited, kill my servants and followers and to top it all off, you are trying to steal my queen. Where are your manners, nephew?"

"Don't refer to me by that label. I was never and never will be your nephew."

"Well, that's fine with me. I would never want a child that came from that harlot of a woman to be my nephew."

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK ABOUT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT!" Grimmjow's spiritual pressure rose. It swirled around him and Ichigo in a bright blue flame, illuminating the dimly lit room. His eyes glowed and his long blue hair whipped behind him. "Shiro, I advise you to move to a safer distance. This is seriously about to get ugly."

Shiro backed away, knowing he couldn't argue with Grimmjow. The man was livid and he was about to shed some blood. Grimmjow looked down at Ichigo who was staring up at him with big brown eyes. "I gotta let you down, Ichi. Just for a little while."

"But-" Grimmjow was slowly lowering him to the tiled floor, when Ichigo leaned up and captured Grimmjow's lips in a heated kiss. Aizen's eyes flashed with anger and his spiritual energy rose, the violet color swirling around him and engulfing him completely. Ichigo pulled away to look in Aizen's direction before turning back to the blunet. "Don't…let him win, Grimmjow. You have to come back to me."

Grimmjow smirked down at Ichigo, showing off his sharper than usual canines. "Don't worry, berry. I never lose."

Everyone in the fortress could feel the two distinct spiritual energies coming from the core of the large place. Nnoitra and Starrk sat against a wall panting and trying to calm their energy. Tōsen lay a few feet away, dead in a pool of his own blood. The bastard had been hard to kill and they had wounds to prove it. The man and his sword were deadly, but he couldn't do much when they tag-teamed him. In the end, they were the victors, but there was still a long way to go. None of them would be safe if Grimmjow didn't kill Aizen. Nnoitra would have helped his friend, but knowing the blue haired demon, he would want to kill that brown haired bastard with his own hands.

"Hey, Starrk. How ya feelin?" He leaned his head back against the wall and waited for a response from the goateed man and when nothing was said, he glanced over. He saw Starrk leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and could hear soft snoring coming from the man. He couldn't do anything but chuckle. Starrk didn't care where he slept, even if there were a bunch of dead bodies around. The man could care less.

Ulquiorra was on the opposite side of the castle, he and Gin trying to get everyone back together and tend to the wounded. He could feel the swirling spiritual energy coming from Grimmjow and Aizen and knew it was almost time. He wanted to make sure everyone was together when it was time to leave. He looked to Gin to see the man's usual smile gone from his face.

"Do you not think Grimmjow-sama can beat Aizen?"

"He is capable, but…Aizen is a deceitful man. He will use tricks." Ulquiorra could not disagree. The man would do anything to win. He just hoped Grimmjow was being two steps ahead of the brown haired demon.

Ichigo sat on the tile floor near his standing brother and watched as Grimmjow attacked Aizen again. The man just wouldn't die. Every hit Grimmjow made didn't seem to affect the dark haired demon. Whenever the blunet made a fatal blow, Aizen just used a type of regenerating technique that made it seem like he had never been hit. Ichigo wished the man would just die.

"This isn't going to work." Ichigo looked up to see his brother with creased brows. "He needs to be stronger, more powerful."

"Shiro?" The white haired demon looked down at his brother and sighed. He squatted down and looked at Ichigo.

"You need to help him, Ichigo." The orange haired demon furrowed his brows, confused about what his brother was saying. "Help him, like you helped me."

"What are you talking about, Shiro?"

"When we were young and mom was killed. Do you remember?"

"...How could I ever forget?"

"When those stupid humans were doing awful things to me, you helped me. You killed them."

"What do you mean? I did nothing but sit there and watch."

Shiro shook his head. "No. Something happened. You released some…demon and it killed those men. I need you to do that again. Even if it doesn't kill Aizen, it can give Grimmjow some type of advantage."

"I don't know how," Ichigo whispered.

"Damn it, Ichigo! If we don't do something, Grimmjow is going to die! Do you understand that!" Ichigo frowned when his brother rose into a standing position again and turned back towards the fight. He looked down at his hands, not knowing what to do. He didn't have any power. He was still an adolescent incubus. He didn't remember what had happened when he was little. It was all such a blur to him after his mother died. He balled his hands into tight fists and closed his eyes. He tried hard to feel for anything that would give him an explanation, but nothing came up. He heard a yell of pain and his eyes snapped open and looked into the direction where Grimmjow and Aizen were.

The brown haired demon was standing over a kneeling Grimmjow, with a sword piercing through his middle. He could hear the man chuckling quietly as he gazed down at Grimmjow with silver on purple eyes.

"I told you, Grimmjow. You will never be able to beat me." The blunet glared up at the brunet. He shakily reached his hand out and gripped the sword, his hand bleeding profusely. He brought himself to a standing position and backed off of the sword, raising his own with his opposite hand. Aizen gazed at his nephew with interest with his swirling silver eyes before he smiled softly. "You were always so stubborn, but now I see you are too stubborn to die. Very well."

Grimmjow tried his very best not to collapse to his knees again. He tried to brush off the pain, but the wound in his abdomen was making it difficult to move. He took a step forward, hissing at the burn, feeling his blood spread over his already ripped shirt. He sucked it up and started to advance towards Aizen while the man was preoccupied. His feet quicken and he started running for him. When he got a few feet away his body froze and his eyes widened slowly. He couldn't move his body and everything burned. He yelled out and watched as Aizen opened his eyes, a smirk claiming his lips.

Ichigo watched with wide eyes as Grimmjow's body rose up off of the ground. The sword in his hand quivered before falling to the ground with a loud clanking sound. Aizen's body began to morph into some hideous creature. His body became incased in a white outfit before it shed and wings started to grow from his back. The wings were white, wide and large. They began to flap, revealing something at the very end of each wing. His forehead started to split open revealing his vertical third eye that started to turn gold on black. Aizen's hands and feet turned into large black claws before eyes revealed themselves in the wings and a long tail slammed to the ground, breaking the tiles underneath it.

"Wha-what is that?" Ichigo heard himself ask. He had never seen anything so ugly and frightening in his life. He didn't get an answer, but he didn't think he would. Shiro stood there watching Grimmjow. He couldn't believe this was happening. Grimmjow was supposed to beat Aizen, but the man wasn't even a man at all, let alone a normal incubus. The man was a monster beyond any monster he had ever seen. This was bad. He needed to get Ichigo safely out of here.

He slowly made his way closer to Ichigo, trying not to alarm Aizen. He reached out for his brother's arm and jerked him up and threw him over his shoulder. "We are leaving, Ichigo."

"…WHAT! NO! I'm not going anywhere without Grimmjow!" Even though he was weak and losing energy he began to fight his older brother. He began to bang his fists against the man's back and moved about, trying to get his brother to drop him. "LET ME DOWN, SHIRO!"

"Ichigo, stop! We can't do anything now. We need to get you out of here before Aizen notices us." Ichigo's body shook and he dug his nails into the white haired man's back. The man hissed, but continued his way towards where the door was located.

"Noooooo." Ichigo's voice changed and started sounding watery, two-toned and deeper than normal. Before Shiro knew it, he was face down on the ground and Ichigo was gone. He quickly threw himself to his feet and looked around.

"King?" He could still hear the warped breathing from his brother, but couldn't find him.

"I-I will save him." Ichigo flashed before Shiro before he disappeared again, but the white haired demon knew what he saw. He could never forget the demon that saved him that night. His eyes looked all over the place before they landed on the creature standing behind Aizen with a menacing look in his gold eyes. Shiro watched as Ichigo's clawed hand shot forward, easily ripping through one of Aizen's wings and wrapped his fingers around the demon's neck.

Grimmjow was instantly dropped from his frozen state to the floor, panting. His blurry azure eyes watched as Ichigo strangled Aizen with one hand and threw him across the room. The brown haired demon impacted against the wall, making a large hole, rubble falling to the ground. He looked up to see Ichigo standing over him.

His long, orange hair was flowing over his shoulders, horns with red lines protruding from under his hair, and gold on black eyes blazing with anger and hurt as he looked down at Grimmjow.

"Grimmjowwww."

"Ichigo. What…are you…doing? You need…to go."

"Not leave. Without you."

"I have to kill Aizen."

"…I knowwww." Ichigo leaned over the Grimmjow pressing his soft lips against the blunet's, making him sigh. He started pushing a large amount of energy and power into Grimmjow. The man's blue eyes enlarged as he felt Ichigo's energy course through his body. He could feel the wound in his abdomen closing up and all his other wounds slowly heal themselves. Aizen was slowly raising himself from the rubble, when he noticed his queen kissing his nephew. His anger rose again and his eyes changed as he stalked towards them. He raised his hand up and concentrated some of his energy into his palm. It radiated a purple color before a beam shot towards where Ichigo and Grimmjow were. The beam exploded the tiles and created a cloud of debris and dust.

He watched the dust settle, but frowned when there weren't any remnants of bodies left. He heard a dark chuckle resound throughout the whole throne room. "Did you really think you could win, Aizen?" He heard the chuckle again. "Did you think I would really let you get away for destroying everything I held dear? For trying to take away…MY mate?" He could hear footsteps, but wasn't sure from where they were emanating. He quickly glanced around as he backed up, trying to find where Grimmjow's voice was coming from.

A hand shot out of thin air. It wrapped around his neck and held him up, his clawed feet dangling. Grimmjow stepped out of a rip in space, looking like his normal self. His cerulean hair had shortened to its normal length. Long blue-lined white horns extended from under his hair. His narrowed ears and bone-like crown were gone. He was bare chest with bandages wrapped around his torso. Large, blue markings spider-webbed from the middle of his chest and wrapping around his shoulders. His wrists were covered in small, furry, blue tufts. His pants were still the same with a blue sash and his feet were bare. He smirked wide, showing off his canines and his light blue on black eyes went ablaze.

His energy rose and his whole body was engulfed in a blue flame. Aizen looked on with wide eyes as Grimmjow squeezed his fingers tighter around the demon's neck. The blue flames slid up his horns, the blue lines glowing before the tips of the horns started creating a ball of blue energy. The ball swirled, getting larger and larger before it was the size of a bowling ball. Grimmjow leaned forward, the ball sitting only a hairsbreadth away from Aizen's face. Aizen's face looked panicked and a bead of sweat fell down the side of his face.

Grimmjow had a satisfied smirk on his face and chuckled low. "Goodbye…Aizen." The ball of energy shot forward. The beam widened itself, consuming Aizen entirely. It shot through the wall, shaking the whole throne room. The walls started to crumble, falling from the highest parts of the room. Grimmjow was still looking in the direction of where Aizen was to make sure he didn't arise. He could feel Ichigo still inside of him. "It's over, Ichi." Bright light illuminated from Grimmjow and Ichigo fell from it, exhausted and on the verge of passing out.

Grimmjow caught him and picked him up bridal style. He stepped over the rubble and slowly made his way over to the now noticeable door. Shiro was standing off to the side, still in awe of what had just happened. The throne room started to fall apart, large pieces of rock and marble falling from the ceiling and breaking on impact on the ground. The pillars started to fall and everything started to collapse in on itself. Grimmjow looked over at Shiro when he had gotten closer to him. "You ready?" Shiro just nodded and Grimmjow lifted his hand out, opening a portal in thin air. He stepped into it, waiting for Shiro to follow him. Once they were both safe inside, the portal closed behind them, leaving Aizen's obliterated body on the floor and his precious throne room in ruins.

Everyone sat on a sand dune a few yards from the castle and watched as it crumpled to the ground. They couldn't believe it was actually over. They couldn't believe that Aizen was finally gone. They all watched as they waited to see if their king had lived though the battle or if they would be without their king once more.

Nnoitra sighed. He wasn't a patient type of person and after doing all that work, all he wanted to do was go home and fuck the little snowflake. He sat there gazing in front of him with his one eye. He actually didn't know what was going to happen now. Were they all going to stay here or were they going to go back to the human world? He didn't care either way, as long as he could live comfortably. He glanced over at Starrk to see him being tended to by Halibel, the 3rd in command. It was always funny seeing those two together. They never looked like they were dating, but he guessed they were comfortable about how they looked in front of everyone else.

Nnoitra looked up when he heard a noise coming a little ways in the distance. He stood up, everyone following suit. They all watched as a hole ripped out of mid-air. Shiro stepped through it and was relieved to see Nnoitra was fine. He walked over to where the taller man was and tried to ignore the hint of worry in the dark violet eye. "I'm fine, dummy."

"Ya betta' be." Shiro glanced up to see Nnoitra still looking at him. He stood up on his tiptoes and pulled the man down to his level. He captured his lips in a rough and needy kiss. He groaned when Nnoitra wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close to him. Shiro pulled away, panting and looking down at the longhaired man's lips. "I'm gonna' fuck you so good later."

Shiro smirked wide, his gold eyes glistening and darkening with lust. "You better." He placed another kiss to Nnoitra's lips before turning around and waiting for his brother and Grimmjow to finally come out of the portal. He felt long arms tighten around his middle and sighed as he leaned back into the lanky man.

Grimmjow stepped through the portal and made his way towards the group. He looked down to see Ichigo looking up at him with tired eyes. The orange haired male smiled softly up at him. "You did a good job, Grimm," Ichigo whispered.

"All thanks to you." Ichigo snorted.

"I didn't do much. I just gave you half of my power. You did the rest. I would have never been able to beat him."

"Tch, you're way stronger than me."

"Liar." Grimmjow just smirked down at his berry. "I'm just glad it's over. I wonder what's going to happen now." Grimmjow looked up to see his followers. He didn't know what was going to happen now either. He hadn't really thought that far ahead.

"Huh, not sure about that."

"…Well whatever happens, I know you will do what's best. I mean, you are the…king." Grimmjow looked back down to see Ichigo sleeping soundly. He chuckled quietly before looking back up.

"Yeah, I am the king."

Yay! Aizen is DEAD! Also if you didn't realize it, Grimmjow just transformed into what Ichigo's hollow form looks like. Except in a blue form. Awww, love~. Welp, that concludes the battle scene, hope everyone enjoyed it. Next chapter will be what everyone one has been waiting for. PRONZ! Don't forget to review and vote in my poll and Happy Valentine's Day!