I hope you're enjoying the fic! I'm sorry I haven't posted anything else, I'm working really hard to get through my homework, notes and studying so I can work on my fics and my book... I WANNA WRITE SO BAD! D8 I think I'm addicted, I'm going through withdrawals! T^T
Anyway, if this is the chapter I think it is, anything totally angsty wasn't my idea so please don't blame me. This was a request fic, so I had to write around any twisted whim Istaria Dragon had. I wasn't going to take the fic in that direction, but what can you do? It was someone else's idea, so you really have to give them leave to change what they want... it's only fair. ^^; Thank you and enjoy! Just keep in mind, I usually make up for anything really angsty I write and I always have a happy ending of sorts (unless there's a sequel) ;p
Part 16- Broken
Aizen glowers at the female, his eyes slanting toward an infuriated Yamamoto. The old man is not an evolved gargoyle of any type, but one of the ancient ones that ruled before the conversion process was created. He's powerful, but there's no way he can destroy Aizen's Espada… especially since they can't die without an evolved gargoyle's blade striking them down and Yamamoto can just like any human.
"I thought you might be difficult," the brunette sighs. "No doubt your attitude is the same as the one Grimmjow carries, he's just as difficult as you tend to be."
"Why thank you."
"Since you don't want to help out on your own, I'll simply have to force you to help," he growls. "I know you're harboring that female in here, I can smell her scent. I want that girl, Nelliel, and I'll take you down to get her."
"Bring it on."
A shrill whistle and four figures march from the trees… Barragan, Yammy, Aaronierro, and Zommari. Nelliel knows she can take them, but she also knows Aizen won't be joining the fight… he'll be inside looking for Ichigo. She curses under her breath, eyeing the two leaders warily as the others draw ever nearer.
"How did you find out?"
"Grimmjow is in trouble… where does he usually go when he needs help?" Aizen sneers. "It isn't difficult to figure out. If I don't have his female, Yamamoto doesn't have them, and Grimmjow doesn't have them… obviously he would've safeguarded her here."
"I refuse to let you take Ichigo for yourself! The Espada have no right to continue…"
Yamamoto is cut off, gasping in shock when he's thrown away like a rag doll by Yammy. The old gargoyle doesn't get back up, knocked out from his head striking a tree, and Nell gets ready to fight as Aizen slips by her. She tries to stop him, screaming a warning in hopes Ichigo will be prepared, yet the others waste no time in keeping her busy. Aizen knows Nelliel has some sort of secret room in her home, as she kept Grimmjow there every time he came to gather the youth. He never lets the new converted children get attached to parents, always pulling them before their tenth year when he knows they've learned enough. He makes certain to train them in fighting once they're pulled, instilling in them completely loyalty to himself. Grimmjow was different, though. He became attached to Nelliel the minute she picked him up, clinging to her like an overly affectionate kitten. Nelliel never bothered to push him away, adopting him and protecting him more fiercely than any she's ever had charge of.
"Where are you hiding, little female," Aizen calls teasingly. "Come on out."
He steps closer to the wall with the hidden door, tapping lightly on the wood to locate a hollow. Nelliel built her home well, though, making certain to build the walls thick so such a noise won't register. Outside, he can hear shouts a rage and the flurry of wings. A bloodthirsty screech sends chills along his spine, the brunette knowing it to be Demona.
Demona glides down, claws extended and fangs bared as she closes on her target. Angela is right beside her, Goliath and the others bringing up the rear as they scout for any lingering threats. Shinigami were all over the place, though they paid them no heed, but the stench of Aizen's and Yamamoto's traitorous blood grew heavy the closer they got to Ichigo. Grimmjow streaks through the trees, worry for his mate and now his 'mother' growing in a huge swell within him. The other Espada and Gin couldn't come, as Aizen is still under the impression they're not helping the teal haired male and his mate. Gin had argued whatever aces they may have would be best kept till the end.
"Nell!" Grimmjow calls.
"Grimmjow, Aizen is in the house!" she answers immediately. "Ichigo's in your old room, he's heading straight for him!"
He nods, tearing closer to the house as the Manhattan clan gang up on the four Espada. In truth, he doesn't think he's ever seen anything more terrifying in his life as Demona tearing through her enemy… of course, he's never seen himself fight. Goliath swoops down on Yammy, the same Espada Demona is battling with Angela, and attempts to help. Yammy has always been strong and difficult to take down, though. Lexington is zipping around Zommari's head in hopes of distracting him for Nell, Broadway and Brooklyn divided between Aaronierro and Barragan. As much as he protested and argued, Hudson and Bronx had to stay behind and watch their territory. Nell unsheathes her sword, a stoic and cold look on her beautiful features.
"Now, I'll end you," she whispers.
Aizen finally finds the sliding wall, stepping into the room and setting his gaze on Ichigo. The orangette is in an oversized tee and very baggy shorts, ones the brunette can only imagine belonged to Grimmjow. The very thought angers him, but catching sight of the soft glowing egg Ichigo stands in front of aggressively sets him in a rage. Grimmjow is closing in fast, he knows this, but this little 'female' needs to learn her place before he takes her with him. He strikes out, Ichigo's speed impressive as he dodges. The smaller male has never taken his gargoyle form before, it's never called to him like it does so many others. He always thought he was just different, but his strength and speed still outmatch theirs. Aizen's body is soon covered in white, his claws lengthening and his canines growing into fangs as his gargoyle features twist into being. Ichigo gets ready, dodging one punch to be struck by a kick. It hurts, yet the orangette is stubborn and will die before he lets anything hurt his egg.
"You will learn your place," Aizen growls out as his wings stretch back threateningly. "I will have you and you will do as you're told!"
"I don't even listen to Grimmjow, what the hell makes you so special!"
"I am better than him!"
Another punch dodged along with a kick, Ichigo moving fluidly like water around rocks. Under any other circumstances, the brunette would be impressed… but right now it only serves to make him angrier. Finally, he kicks Ichigo hard in the middle of his torso. The poor teen flies back, slamming painfully against the dresser that crumbles around him. His head hits the wall with force enough to light up stars in Ichigo's vision, said vision becoming blurry as he slides down into the mess of wood fragments… defeated. Aizen walks over to the egg, innocent and still as that glow pulses faintly from the shell, his gargoyle features vanishing in a fine mist from his skin. His sword is unsheathed, set right beside the helpless egg, and he stares hard and cruel at Ichigo. The orangette gathers himself enough to try and stop him, crawling over sluggishly as he hears Grimmjow yell out for Aizen to stop. The sword gives a sharp jerk toward the shell, slicing into the egg. The glow fades, the slice giving way to a webbing of cracks that spread like wildfire, and then the shell shatters and disappears. Ichigo is sitting on his knees, his amber orbs wide and unseeing. Around the time his precious egg shattered… something within his own heart broke.
I'M SO SORRY! T^T I didn't want to, but I make up for it later I promise! D= Don't be mad at me and I swear, nothing like that is going to happen in any of my fics (I'll warn you when they're requests just in case). Requests I normally write around what the one requesting asks for, so I can't promise that then. ^^;