Chapter 8: Los Niños de Marfil Chapter

The wind whipped the sand around, making the very air like sandpaper. Rukia was thankful for the coverings she wore, as her skin would have been ground off long ago without them. Even so, the glass-like shards were blown into her eyes, the one part of her anatomy that she could not afford to cover. The eternal night of Hueco Mundo made covering her eyes with even a single layer of cloth effectively blinding. Rukia's progress was slow, and laborious, but she had to keep moving. Nothing would keep her from finding the help she needed to save Ichigo. Her mind began withdrawing within itself to guard against the tortures of the weather.

The whistling of the sand twisted her mind; she could have sworn she heard the cries of battle. Her head tilted to the right; ghost past by her eyes, not in the spiritual sense but of memories. The battle was replaying itself in her tired mind that lost count of distance and time.

Her footing slipped on a sand dune and she tumbled into the sands, but her eyes never left the scene of Aizen appearing before them, holding a beaten and bloody Ichigo. She stared at his eyes that held no recognition to the battle around him; he looked just like he did when he had first realized he had a hollow within his being.

His hand moved, and suddenly Aizen had his own blade thrust into his neck. A look of shocked over came him. Ichigo screamed at the top of his lungs jerking the blade to the side and then rotated it quickly in a single motion went back through Aizen's neck, severing the last bit of skin that held his head upon his body.

Ichigo dropped to the ground.

The ghost vanished.

Her body came to a rest within the stands, lying upon her belly. She noticed then how hungry and thirsty she was suddenly. The woman closed her eyes and sighed, maybe it would be best to rest for a moment. But she knew she should not, a hollow could come and attack her and the more time she stayed her, the less time Ichigo had to survive.

Slowly she put her hands beneath her and pushed herself up but she had to suddenly wonder why she was staring down at a pair of black and white shoes that had not been there before.

Confused she looked up into the face a very dumbfounded and interested Arrancar. The said Arrancar looked down at her, as Rukia looked up at him. She took note of his dark skin and large frame. He looked oddly familiar to her but she had trouble placing his face to name. She studied him as best she could, but before her mind could function correctly she found herself being lifted into the air by her thin waist.

Then she was thrown over a muscular shoulder. "Wha? Hey! Put me down!" She yelled as she suddenly realized what was happening. But the big man did not put her down, instead he took off walking towards his home within Hueco Mundo.

"What is a shinigami doing here?" He asked to himself, sounding utterly confused and uncertain what to think about the situation. "A female one, by herself. Maybe they will let me keep her…or break her in half." He then started to giggle at that and Rukia's eyes went wide.

"Let me go right now before I…whaa!"

Before she even knew it, everything was flying past her and then the crack of time and space was being broken. Then she realized this was the Echo, a different type of Shunpo, the Arrancar's version. She looked down and took note of the Arrancar's hair color and it finally clicked into her system.

The being carrying her away was Yammy, the Tenth Espada!

Well, she had to admit; on the bright side, she was reaching her destination quicker, she just hoped nothing would kill her before she got to speak her peace. She concluded though, it was better to be found by an Esapda that was slow minded rather then an Espada who would just flat out kill her.

Then suddenly the air stopped moving about her and she was in a white hall. Realizing she was now in Las Noches, she quickly craned her neck to see where she was, feeling a bit brave now, she decided to speak her mind again. "You idiot! Put me down! I came to see who was in charge!"

Yammy began to walk and tilted his head at the girl, "You what?" He honestly was not sure what to do with the woman he had come across in Hueco Mundo. At first he thought about flat out killing her, then he thought about information she might have followed by why she was out here and why alone.

In other words, his head hurt so badly from thinking that he decided it was best to bring her back and let the others do the thinking for him. He though this was brilliant and would of patted himself on the back if he could.

"I want to see the person in charge you great big oaf!" Rukia yelled as she hit the Espada over the head with her fist. "And I want to see them right now! So put me down or take me to them!" She then grabbed his hair and pulled on it, making his head jerk back.

Maybe he should of left her for dead after all.

Freaking ungrateful shinigami, he had gone through all the trouble to bringing her here and now she was pulling his hair! Shaking his head he grunted with a bit of a growl, "Fine! But leave the hair alone!" He bellowed as he moved through the white and racked halls.

It seemed that time did not treat the base well; many of the halls had crumbled into the white sands and the floor where unclean. Old blood still stained the walls from a battle that took place many moons ago. The base was an utter mess and Rukia did not like it much at all, there was even holes in the roof and through the walls. If you looked carefully enough, you could probably see through five hallways.

The two rounded a corner and kicked open a large door. "Hey! Guy's look what I found!" Yammy yelled out as he took Rukia by the sash around her waist and held her in the air like some kind of animal that a child found and brought home to show his mother.

"She wants to see you…" Rukia was then suddenly tossed to the dirty floor and her eyes once again came in contact with a pair of black and white shoes.

"Um, but if you don't want her and um stuff…could I well….could I keep her?" he asked sheepishly.

A/N: Woot, another chapter up and yeah I know its short. But I tried. Anyways, I am now currently trying to put together a plot and ideas. I got a lot down, if I can figure out my order and such there will be a Sequel to Not Gonna Get Us. I have put up a poll on my profile page for the ages for the twins to be. I aint sure how old to make them, that really changes the plots depending on age. So I will be updating my profile with new information over the stories I am working on and the information for the Sequel in my profile. Thanks for the help for the stories by the way, couldn't get this far without you all!

Until next time

Ja ne!