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A disoriented Jayden failed to open her swelling eyes. She didn't need to see however to know where she was, she knew exactly where she was.
The dark haired girl who once stood proudly next to her brother; the sister of the self proclaimed Leader of the Arrancar, and head of the Espada army, had been reduced to almost nothing in a few hours.
Hours that had brought her nothing but endless pain and mindless violence from the icy blue eyed man she knew as Grimmjow.
He had been ordered by her own brother to dispose of her. They had both planned it out perfectly, to where she would be the most helpless, where no help would arrive. That had been when the blue haired male had attacked then.
Cornering her in her own room.
He had gotten her, and the torture session had begun.
Grimmjow had gagged her, not that she would have screamed, she had resigned herself to her fate, if her brother had wanted her dead so be it.
She had always known he didn't love her, not the way other siblings loved each other. Yet she had always been unable to make herself hate him. Hate him for thinking of her as a weakling when she knew she was a good Shinigami she was a third seat, granted he was a Captain, but still! What more could have he wanted, he had even gone as far as to give her a small part in deceiving the Seireitei, making her have the slightest of hopes that he was beginning to appreciate her, but that hope was crushed hours ago, when the Sexta had confirmed her brother was behind the plotting of her disappearance and untimely death.
Grimmjow had made that very clear when he was having his fun, throwing it in her face every chance he got.
At this moment, the dark haired beauty was alone, her battered body cruelly sprawled on the cold stone floor of an abandoned fortress somewhere far from the view and command of Las Noches, a place only the male Pantera knew how to reach.
Jayden was a bloody mess, her hair matted and sticking to her skull as her spilled blood was beginning to dry. Her breath was ragged and labored, she knew very well that the Sexta Espada had been successful in braking a rib or two in his assault. The rest of her had simply suffered massive bruising, and gashes ranging from small scratches to deep cuts. As for her clothes, what little of them she had when she had been abducted had been shredded in the process.
Exposing most of her bare and multi-toned flesh to the cold the long since abandoned room offered; chilling Jayden to her very core.
The tears had long since subsided, they had dried up and wouldn't come to her anymore, something Jayden was twistedly grateful for, she didn't want to give the Espada the satisfaction of seeing her cry more than she already had.
***{Grimmjow's POV}***
The Sexta Espada now roamed the halls of Las Noches aimlessly, his expression reflecting nothing but a need to cause violence.
Many dashed out of his way or suffered his wrath as he made his way to no where in particular.
One question going through his mind, Why the Hell was he so damn angry?
It didn't make sense to him, he had finally achieved something that he had wanted to do for so long now, he had gotten his hands on Jayden, had taken her. She was his now, so he should be happy now right?
Wrong. For one reason or another, even as he had held Jayden in his arms he hadn't felt satisfied. He had become angry and he had beaten her unconscious.
It was then that he had left her presence before he got the chance to kill her, the rage was becoming too much, three Arrancar had already been brutally mauled by his hands and yet his thirst for blood hadn't decreased in the slightest.
It was then that another Arrancar came up to him, it was one of his Fraccion, the unlucky individual was Yylfordt Granz, the Octava Espada's very own brother.
But none of this mattered to Grimmjow as his right arm lashed out and his clawed hand took hold of the Quince Arrancar's neck. Pushing him towards the corridor wall as he did so, the wall behind Yylfordt immediately buckling under the pressure and allowing a crater to form under him.
This was all done in one fluent move the blonde Arrancar had never seen coming, his brown eyes widening upon the ferocity he was being shown. The icy blue eyes were reflecting more viciousness than before.
"What!" Grimmjow growled out to the struggling Fraccion.
Yylfordt fought to get a breath as he clawed at Grimmjow's hand that had tightened murderously around his neck. He couldn't get any words out, not like this!
Narrowing his eyes faintly, Grimmjow loosened his grip enough to allow his Fraccion some air as he waited for his answer.
Yylfordt gasped as his brown eyes turned cold as well, taking as much air as he could before saying what he was sent for, he would not make his Espada wait more than he was already being forced to wait. Yylfordt knew that if he kept Grimmjow waiting too long, he would die, and the Sexta would feel no remorse to it.
"Aizen has requested your presence before him, I was just the unlucky messenger to track you down, Grimmjow." he said through clenched teeth, but getting the message out all the same.
Grimmjow's eyes flashed with hatred, but he released his Fraccion. "Run!" he hissed out the warning, the menace and intent to kill very clear in the word.
Yylfordt was no fool, or at least not when it came to preserving his life, he quickly disappeared from his Espada's line of sight and to where he would be least likely to bump into him again for a few days.
Grimmjow growled, a threatening sound deep in his chest as he made to his new destination.
***{Aizen's Throne Room}***
Grimmjow wasted no time with formalities, entering the Throne room, since he was already being expected. Looking up to Aizen, he met the man's chocolate colored stare with his own icy blue orbs.
"You wanted to see me, Lord Aizen." he said keeping his voice as idle as possible, though the clear sign of hatred was there.
Aizen's cold smile widened momentarily as he stared down at his Sexta Espada. They were the only two in the room, no one else was there to witness the conversation by the two men.
"I see you got the message…" he said before pausing, amused. "And by the looks of it, you killed the messenger." he said a laugh playing on his eyes.
Grimmjow grunted.
Making Aizen chuckle darkly. "I see you are in a unpleasant mood, Grimmjow, did my task upset you." the man asked perching his chin on the back of his hand, staring down at the blue haired Espada before him, studying him.
Grimmjow said nothing, keeping his features as uninterested as possible. "I find it hard to believe you called me in here for counseling." Grimmjow said spitefully.
Further amusing the dark haired man, "Of course, you are right. I called you for something far more important, I doubt you don't know what it is, Grimmjow." Aizen said in his silk like tone that would never hint at the actual menace that was Sosuke Aizen, the very man who had wanted his sister dead, and was now hoping she was.
Grimmjow allowed a light devious smile appear on his lips. "If your referring to your sister's state, Lord Aizen. Consider her gone." he stated hoping that that would be the end of that and it would be all the reassurance the man needed.
He was wrong however, the man lost the sense of humor in his eyes. "But is she dead Grimmjow." he questioned, the question itself more of an order than a question.
Grimmjow sneered, "Now you want me to haul the corpse in here just to prove to you that she is no longer alive, Lord Aizen?" he asked with a harsh laugh.
Aizen nodded, slightly reluctantly as he did so. "I need your word Grimmjow. Is Jayden dead." he said with a slight ferocity in his words that made a chill rise up in the Sexta Espada.
His icy blue eyes narrowed, as he met the chocolate brown gaze that mirrored Jayden's own orbs. "She is dead. Jayden Aizen is dead. She died in my hands in pure agony, pleading for her life." he spat out barely in check anger threatening to explode out of the Espada's chest.
Aizen raised a brow, taking in the news of his younger sister's death. Taking a few moments to smile once again, "Very well, you are free to go, but please refrain from killing any more of my subordinates, or you will be next." he said darkly and thus dismissing the Espada.
Grimmjow eyed the man loathingly for a final moment and left his presence.
***{Jayden's POV}***
Sharp and freezing pain took her from the blissful moments of unconsciousness, making Jayden come to.
Ice cold water had been dumped on Jayden making her gasp for the breath that was stolen from her lungs, her arms hands instinctively wanting to wipe away at the uncomfortable feel of trailing water. The action was however stopped, she was restrained from moving, intending to do so only causing her to flinch from the pain that had been dealt to her body.
Her vision soon cleared enough that she saw the grinning Pantera before her.
The blue haired man laughed, "Good your awake. I was beginning to think I had lost you." he said taking a moment to admire Jayden who was helplessly chained to the wall behind her. Her arms bound and away from her body as were her legs. Grimmjow licked his lips as he watched her stir.
He was only a few feet from her, two steps had him at arms length from her. Jayden knew it was dangerous, but she at this point didn't care, she met the Espada's gaze with her own, showing him that she wasn't afraid of his rage.
The icy blue eyes that were looking deep into her chocolate brown orbs had taken on a different sheen however, one she wasn't used to seeing in them, and one she was afraid to identify.
His right hand reached out as if by its own accord, stroking her cheek in a gentle manner. The very act making her entire frame cringe, pulling him out if the trance, his blue eyes taking on the cold stare once again, pulling the hand back and across her face in a deafening slap.
Pain exploded in the side of her face as Jayden's entire head was spun to her left, her vision clouding over with graying spots again as the iron taste in her mouth indicated she had bit her already swelled cheek.
Spitting out the excess blood, Jayden took a few breaths of air before looking back at Grimmjow, their eyes meeting again; her face as impassive as he could make it.
His naked fury was there, the expression she had seen a few moments before gone and just a ghost in her memory. All trace of amusement gone with it.
"I spoke with your brother today." he then said abruptly, making her once unresponsive demeanor falter, she had thought she had accepted her brother's need to get her killed, but in reality it was still a deep wound that was now being prodded.
***{Grimmjow's POV}***
Grimmjow smirked, seeing as he could still hurt her with that at least. So he continued. "He wanted to know if you were still among the living… well among Shinigami." he said with a chuckle.
"He was very pleased to hear that you were dead, well at least you are in his eyes. He doesn't know that you still live Jayden." he said in his dark tone, one that was a single step away from a growl.
"So you have the balls to lie to my brother, but not enough to kill me." Jayden said, her voice measured, untainted by all he had put her through only half a day ago.
Rage welled up in Grimmjow. As he again struck at her, his hand fisted this time as to collided with her jaw. "I keep you alive for my own amusement!" Grimmjow growled out as Jayden once again spat out the blood he had forced to swell into her mouth.
***{Jayden's POV}***
Jayden laughed bitterly intent on hiding the fear that crept over her, "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself though, or am I wrong?" she ventured. It was risky and she no longer cared, she was dying by his hands, and in her view it was the sooner the better.
A sneer crossed the man's lips, "You want me to enjoy myself, fine! I'll enjoy myself!" he growled lowly taking a hold of what was left of her shredded T-shirt and began to claw it off viciously.
Jayden went still, her chocolate colored eyes widening with absolute fear as she tried and failed to get away from his hands.
Grimmjow laughed at her fear, his dark cackle echoing off the walls as his eyes raked shamelessly over her body, making her feel more exposed and vulnerable than ever before.
'No!' Her mind yelled the words that stuck to her mind and refused to come out of her throat.
Fresh tears finally welled in her eyes, ones that she had thought were long dried.
***{Grimmjow's POV}***
Grimmjow stopped in his assault, the tears she was releasing making him stop.
The action, or rather lack of action making him growl. Why had he stopped, why was he unable to proceed in doing what he had planned for so long ago.
Grimmjow growled with pure rage, his curling fist lifting once again and heading towards Jayden, missing intentionally beside her face.
The space behind her head reacting the way the wall back in Las Noches had responded. It produced a crater much bigger than Jayden's head.
Grimmjow's breath had become ragged by now, his icy blue eyes looking up at Jayden. His mind asking him one simple word, one simple question. WHY?
Why was he hesitating, never before had he succumbed to such a state.
Pushing away Grimmjow paced the length of the chamber he was in, his large hand raking his blue hair as he did so.
"Why!" he raged, "Why am I unable to do to you what I have never hesitated to do in the past!" he roared at Jayden. Who shrunk away from him, hear tinting her eyes. Fear that should exhilarate him, but instead made him even more repulsed with himself.
"Stop looking at me like that!" he shouted at Jayden.
Causing her to avoid her eyes, the action tugging at his insides even more, doing nothing to reduce his rage.
Grimmjow then raised his hand, a Cero building and aimed at Jayden, he should obliterate her, end his confusion, end her misery, save himself from Aizen ever finding out. Yes! This was the logical thing to do, save himself to breathe another day.
His eyes narrowed as the red firing in the small distance the Cero hitting the chains with such precision he would have admired it if he did not have to break three more bonds.
Jayden fell to the ground, on her hands and knees, reluctant to look up at Grimmjow.
Grimmjow on the other hand slumped to the floor a bitter laugh leaving him, "Run." he said, the word itself a mere whisper even to his own ears.
Jayden however didn't move, her frame was shaking from all it had gone through, yet she didn't flee.
"Damn it! Get out of here before I change my mind!" he snarled.
Jayden's frame shook, before it responded, he watched as she intended to stand. Her feet refusing to keep her frame up, he watched as she resorted to scurrying backwards and bumping into the wall he had released her from.
"I told you to get out, get out away from Aizen, and away from me!" he growled out.
"Why…" she breathed out just as confused as he was. "At least tell me why!" she said not making a single move to move away or otherwise.
Grimmjow himself sneered, he wanted to scare her away, make her see! "Why? You dare ask why? Have you not been here the last day and a half! Your body is full of reasons on why you should leave! Your brother wants you dead Jayden!" he said, his voice lowering but calming down into a harsh whisper.
Jayden shook her head, taking a tentative shift forward. "I don't ask about that, what has happened, I ask about now, why Grimmjow why are you releasing me?" she said, closing half the gap between them.
Grimmjow's heart was now pounding intensely in his chest, watching but doing nothing to stop her approach.
His eyes meeting hers, showing her the vulnerability he felt. The confusion, the pain, the anger.
"I don't know." he whispered out, the low tone still edged with the raw feeling that raged within him.
Jayden paused before him, her chocolate brown eyes searching his. Cautiously she reached out, her hand finding his, Grimmjow didn't move away, didn't move, only watched her eyes.
Her eyes were warm, red from the tears he had caused her to spill, but warm nonetheless. Rage sparked in him again. He didn't deserve what he was witnessing.
He had been running away from this, he had taken on the job because he thought it would have helped him in his rank, in reality all it had gotten him was unwanted feelings.
Feelings he had pushed away, until the night he had obtained her.
He had hated her for it, had tried to destroy her for causing them.
He had done nothing to deserve the warmness in her eyes. Nothing! Yet he couldn't make himself look away from her. His arms acted of their own accord, pulling her towards him, his eyes closing with a sigh that made his entire frame shake.
She didn't resist, and allowed him to do so.
Grimmjow hesitated, and spoke again, a fain whisper. "Forgive me… Jayden."