He weaved in and out of lanes, driving himself way from that reoccurring image of Gin kissing the pavement, he couldn't stop at red lights, every time he did his eyes would dart to the review and he could swear Aizen was behind him. He grew so paranoid that in the middle of an intersection he took his hands off the steering wheel to rip the down the mirror and toss it out the window.
He tried turning on the radio but as loud as it was the radio wasn't enough, he still heard Aizen's labored breath as he forced himself in and out of him; he heard his own screams on top of that. The overwhelming feelings of Grimmjow took their toll; he was forced to pull over at a gas station.
He left the car doors open and the car running as he ran into the bathroom and threw up all over the dirty linoleum.
He hid himself in a stall when the gas station attendant came in, to check and see if was alright. He didn't answer he just waited until man left him alone, when he was sure the man was gone he locked the bathroom, he went back clutch the edges of the sink and had flashback of him bent over the dressing clutching to its edges in the very same way. Grimmjow turned the water on and began to throw water on his face, hoping to clear the images and voices from his mind.
He looked up at the mirror and took a step back, his roll over the bruises on from the belt on his neck, he saw the outline of the edge of the dresser across his stomach, and he looked at the edge of the pants hanging off of him but wouldn't look any further than that. He was a shame that he'd allowed himself to taken, to be so submissive to Aizen. He stood back in front the mirror to get a closer look at the marks on his neck, when an all too clear vision of himself coughing out blood on the dresser's mirror.
Before he realized it Grimmjow had begun to slam both of his fists into the mirror with a rapid progression, one right after the other. Even the shards of glass hadn't stopped him. He kept hitting it, every time he saw Aizen in the already shattered glass he'd hit it once more, when Gin kept hitting the ground over and over again. He'd hit it.
The mirror was barely there when a knock came to the door, "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you come out of there, my name is Officer Kuchiki and I'm with the police." Grimmjow paused with both fists still pressed against the remaining part of the mirror. "Sir, don't make me ask you again." Grimmjow walked over to the door and put his hand to lock and slowly turned it, and pulled it open peeking out from behind the door, the raven haired officer pushed slightly on the door and took at look at his surroundings.
The blue haired man stood in front of him staring at him with a steady sharp gaze as he stepped all the way in closing the door behind and looked down as he stepped on broken glass and vomit. He looked once more back at the blue haired man standing before him, he noticed all the bruises and blood, the apparent tear tracks on his face but what caught his attention was the bloodied fist it was almost blackish red blood showing through the too big pants. He looked back up in the man's face but he just turned away and grabbed at a few paper towels on the counter behind him. "I'll be gone in a minute." He spoke dryly kneeling over to pick clean up the mess on the floor, and as Officer Kuchiki watched him go down he saw the pain whip across the man's face. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Grimmjow." He said and continued cleaning.
"I'm Byakuya."
"Look, Grimmjow, you don't need to worry about that. You need to get to a doctor." He knelt beside the man and placed his hand on his shoulder, "I could take you—", and before he could figure out what happen the blue haired man was atop of him smashing his fists into his face and chest, screaming don't touch him and that he could take of himself. Every bone in his body was telling him to hit this man back, but seeing the condition he was in, he held back. Grimmjow wore himself out pretty quickly; his anger had turned into exhausted sobs into the Byakuya chest.
He was stunned at first; a man like him didn't seem like the type of cry,
'…but more than often you don't you don't see a man like this with blood running down his leg and bruising like this do you?…'he thought while he placed an arm around Grimmjow's shoulder after he got himself up off the floor. Byakuya led the man, out of the bathroom and shielded him from curious eyes of the people in the store as he guided him to the car.
"I'm gonna take you to the hospital, okay?" he said once he and Grimmjow were in the car.
Grimmjow just nodded and covered himself with the jacket Byakuya had given him and pressed his head to the glass.
Byakuya pulled out his phone and held it in front of Grimmjow, "Is there anyone you would like to call to let them know where you at?"
Grimmjow took the phone began to dial.
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Now outside Aizen's apartment door, Ichigo and Ulquiorra stood looking at the mess in front of them. Ulquiorra was the first to notice the Grimmjow's jacket tossed in corner, while Ichigo followed the trail of blood on the floor till he got to a door in the hallway, he knocked first then he inched the door open and when it was pushed fully open Ichigo ran back out of room and to the front door and he leaned over the balcony and threw up what little contents he did have. Ulquiorra watched Ichigo a while before he went to see what had cause the sudden sickness in the other man.
The room was a bathroom and in the tub sat a naked white haired man limp and what Ulquiorra presumed dead. He put a hand to his mouth as he walked over to the body, and examined it. In the base of the tub there seemed to be a steady flow of blood, out of curiosity he stuck his free hand to the man's neck. He waits a minute and swears he feels a pulse, he calls out to Ichigo to come in check to see if maybe it was his imagination. So Ichigo presses his finger to the same place and waits and just as he pulls back the man in the tub weakly grabs his wrist, an in hardly a whisper he says, "Help me please, he's coming back." The man's eyes are dull as he fights to keep his eyes open.
Ichigo and Ulquiorra exchange glances, "Should I pick him up?" Ichigo asks.
Ulquiorra nods and looks around the bathroom for a towel or anything that'll stop the blood for a while.
He finds one bunched up underneath the counter and when he unfold it's a metal blood stained rod comes rolling out. Ulquiorra stares at it before grabbing the cleaner end of it then he tucks it under his arm. As Ichigo picks up the man and makes his way towards the front door, Ulquiorra walks behind him wondering where Grimmjow could be. He walks closely behind Ichigo as they go down the steps outside and then finally getting him into the car.
After Ichigo had him settled into the passenger side, Ulquiorra knelt beside the man, "Do you know if Grimmjow was here?" Gin nodded.
"Ulquiorra close the door so we can get this man to a hospital!" Ichigo shouted but Ulquiorra held up a hand, "Do you know what happened to him? Is he hurt? Tell me!"
"We don't have time for this! This man is dying Ulquiorra!"
"He got away.." Gin started sucking in as much air as he could, "I helped him get away…he was waiting for me, but I was too slow."
"How badly did he get hurt? Who did it?" Ulquiorra was beginning to get hysterical as Gin's nearly translucent tears rolled down his face,
"Aizen…Aizen hurt him bad, he raped him…and he made me do it too, I'm so sorry… I didn't mean it…" Gin began to cough uncontrollably and Ichigo shot Ulquiorra a look. Ulquiorra got up and slammed the door , "Are you not coming too?" Ichigo asked waiting for Ulquiorra to get in.
"No I've got some business to take care here." And Ichigo gave him an understanding nod and pulled out and drove off in the direction of the hospital.
Ulquiorra headed back upstairs with metal rod still tucked underneath his arm. He grabbed a chair from the kitchen and placed it in the doorway, and there he sat waiting on Aizen to come back.