Howya doing all my favorite readers, I hope you guys are still with me on this roller coaster, im going to change this to an angst story cus I cant really see this going anyother way to have a happy ending, it might be a biased due to the emotional state I am in right now. We will see. Thanks so much for staying with it.

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Chapter Fifteen

Watching the house burn, the dry timbers burying the bodies of our use to be comrades as they join the hundreds that made this all possible. Its was sickening watching the two of them Ulquiorra and Grimmjow so happy. My heart deflated a little, knowing that would never be Renji and I. I walk over to the remains of the building I once called home for a good part of my life. I try not to feel a sense of remorse. I have to physically step away from the tragedy to stop my eyes from searching out a familiar mop of pink hair. A feeling of emptiness settling over me. I didn't care for Szayel very much but I don't think he deserved this. I almost wish he had been thrown into the cells with us. But of course the whole plan relied on his jealous rage. I start a slow trek to the road way a few hundred meters away, the FBI are bound to drive up shortly. Just thinking about all the legal shit we'll have to do makes me cringe. The three of us walk along the road, I keep a couple feet between the two love birds. They're holding hands, it's sickening in a sweet sort of way. Waltzing back to civilization, a black Jaguar XKR comes down the lane and slows as it approaches.

"Wow the FBI brought us such a sweet ride" I hear Grimmjow mutter in awe. He can be such an idiot. The car comes to a stop beside me, the driver rolling down the windows. I know who it is regardless. It's my new master.

"You pull off inconspicuous very nicely." I greet him. Byakuya stares back with I'm sure eyes that hold no amusement. He dressed casually (I know who knew it was possible) in jeans, a pale grey, pullover cardigan and a plain white T-shirt underneath. His hair is pulled back into a low ponytail a pair of aviator sunglasses hide his eyes.

"Judging by the smoke on the horizon I take it your plan was successful." It's not a question more of a statement. I don't answer just open the door and slide into the heated seats of the plush leather interior. With the windows open I call for Grimm to handle the FBI and I bid my good byes. He looks concerned but doesn't stop me. Grimm's not stupid, he knows a dangerous man when he sees one. I have to give him credit; he knows when to back down now. I'm sure at one point he would've cussed and bitched and demanded that they fight it out or some primal testosterone filled idiocy like that. We speed off and I roll up the window to avoid any dust from the road coming in.

Some classical music that I can't place plays quietly in the car and the tension between us grows. We pull onto a freeway and start heading to god knows where. A good half an hour of tense silence passes before the ice princess breaks it.

"I see you're quite an accomplished assassin" he states. As if this is some sort of job interview.

"When I want to be." I don't exactly agree, but it seems more politically correct, and I'm treading in monster-infested waters here, safe is all that's keeping me alive I'm sure.

"You eliminated Aizen quite efficiently" again another statement, I'm not sure where he is going with this but it cant be good, it can never be good with this man.

"It helps when you have unlimited resources from a reliable source." This is the whole truth if it hadn't been for Byakuya who provided the C4 concealing buying such a thing without Aizen figuring it out would've been tricky. I see what I assume to be a quick smirk on the mans lips and its gone just as quickly as it had come. I guess that was the right answer. We lap into another silence, the tension has lessen slightly but both our guards are up and the spells a whole new level of tension, that will never disappear between the two of us.

"Where are we going?" I ask, it's a harmless question, after all I haven't the slightest idea of where Byakuya has his head quarters established.

"Your going to participate in a-" he pauses searching for the right words, which I find odd for such a man. "-'skill testing' task before we proceed to my establishment." He finishes, and I feel what little of my soul I have left die away. Of course it couldn't be so simple. I get a greater chill as I start to recognize the way we are taking, I slouch back into the seat, dreading that my assumptions were correct.

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The second time standing in this office was just as bad as the first. The manic man stared up at me, only this time his arrogance was gone, to be replaced with confusion and what I can assume to be fear.

"What do I owe this pleasure Mr. Kuchiki?" the way he was sweating buckets implied that this was anything but a pleasure.

"I've come to see if you have reconsidered my offer." Byakuya stated, picking off imaginary dust off his slacks as he sits across from the man.

"It was a very gracious offer," the man starts, and I watch Byakuya raise an eyebrow, either it wasn't as gracious as Kariya is claiming or Byakuya is thinking 'of course it was peasant' its hard to tell with this man. "and I am happy to accept such an offer" the man finishes. I see Byakuya smile at this, it reminds me of how a cat smiles at a mouse before its eaten, it gave me chills.

"Its good to know your as spineless as I had imagined Jin." Byakuya says as he stands, he pulls out a pistol with a silencer, and hands it to me.

"Ill be waiting outside" he says as he walks out. The message is clear, I am to kill this man. I look at the gun, its by no means anything special, but even with the silencer the shot will be heard easily through the building. We cant have that now. I put the gun in my belt at my back and under my jacket. Kariya is staring at me wide-eyed and white with terror. I walk around to him; he jumps out of his chair, starts to offer me money and promises he doesn't intend to keep, like the good politician he is if I just spare his life. Its pathetic really, you never really see the true nature of a man till he's standing in front of death himself. He backs up to his windows and is trapped; I reach out for him and grab hold of his neck quickly. Pulling him into me, I wrap an arm around him and turn him quickly all in a matter of seconds, his begging has ceased and has been replaced with pathetic inaudible sobs.

I break his neck quickly, he doesn't feel anything, and neither do I. He falls dead at my feet. I stare out at the view for a moment before I walk out of the office to my new employer waiting patiently. I hand him the gun and he smiles as he takes it. He doesn't double check that I killed the man, just lights a cigarette and walks out to the elevator.

The door chimes open and we get in, nothing is said, nothing needs to be. This man is in control; it's an irrefutable fact. We descend to the garage and I feel myself descend into yet another circle of hell.