A/N- Please leave a review telling me how I can improve, or any errors I made. I will try to write characters as in character as possible, but I might have to bend them a little for the sake of the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Warning: Aisuhime sucks at writing fight scenes. Consider yourself warned.

Chapter 14

The Rescue Continues, a Desperate Struggle

Grimmjow pushed himself off the wall. Ichigo tensed, but Grimmjow just walked to the other side of the room and hit the wall. The segment opened, revealing a passage way. "If you want to rescue Orihime, then follow me. And you sure as hell better keep up, because I'm not stopping."

He disappeared down the dark secret corridor.

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Earlier:

Ulquiorra was walking down the hallway towards a destination he wasn't aware of. He wasn't use to this lack of purpose. He had felt a strong depression since he had felt Orihime's spiritual energy in Aizen's room. Had she fallen under the spell? She was in such a weakened state, she was too easy to manipulate.

"Ow," a familiar voice moaned pitifully.

"Elizabeth?" he questioned out loud. Hearing dead people was never a good sign.

"Please don't talk. I think my head is going to explode."

Ulquiorra stayed dutifully silent.

"Thanks, Ben. You always were more considerate than Matt."

"How are you doing this?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"I can't explain. You're too powerful. Find Matt, it's very important. He'll explain my situation. You guys have to stop Abigail! She's going to-"

"I know," he said coldly.

"Then do something about it! Manipulate what's-his-face into stopping them!"

"That could work…" Ulquiorra murmured. He should have thought of that.

"Great fun. Now I have to go before I pass out from the pain. Consider this me keeping my promise, oh majestic White King. This is White Horse, signing out."

"What?" he asked, but got no reply. That girl got weirder every time she died.

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He had run the idea over with Grimmjow, and they decided that Grimmjow would be a better candidate for talking to Kurosaki. They arranged for Grimmjow to wait in a large room where Kurosaki would most likely end up in soon if he followed the path he currently was. If they could get Kurosaki to follow him down the hidden hallway, they were set.

Ulquiorra knew that his inactivity was important for their plan, but it still killed him inside. He wanted to do something, anything to help.

He walked down the hallway, planning to go back to his domain. A voice stopped him. "Don't move, Arrancar!" it commanded.

He turned slowly, his face perfectly apathetic. It was that girl, the soul reaper, with black hair and amethyst eyes. She stood with her sword drawn, looking determined. The sight was laughable.

He walked right up to her, not moving towards his sword. She immediately stepped back and swung her sword. It bounced weakly off his hierro. He raised his spiritual pressure just enough to let her know that any more attack attempts would be futile. She paled.

"You are here for Orihime Inoue, correct?" he asked her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled noise came out. She nodded. He keyed down his spiritual pressure, and she gasped in relief.

"Yes, I will rescue my friend!" The girl, Rukia, if he was correct, yelled now that she had caught her breath.

He had to admit she was brave, yelling at an enemy considerably stronger than her. Either that or she was just stupid.

"Well, that changes everything." He said. He had known that from the start, of course, but he figured that this was the best way to convince them of his loyalty to Orihime.

"What do mean?" she asked suspiciously.

"If you were just an invader, I would kill you right where you stand. But if you're here to rescue Orihime, then I won't hurt you."

"…What?" She looked confused. "Is this some kind of trick?"

He walked past her, indicating for her to follow. She reluctantly did. "This doesn't mean I trust you," she informed him haughtily.

"Fair enough," he replied.

He led her to a room, very similar to the one Grimmjow currently occupied. He opened the hidden door and made an 'after you' gesture. She bristled.

"No. There's no way I'm going into a dark hallway with you. I told you I didn't trust you."

He sighed. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that he wouldn't hurt her yet. She seemed to take that as an indication that she could say whatever she wanted to him.

"Very well, don't rust me. Ignore the fact that, at this moment, she's being taken advantage of by Aizen. But, by all means, don't trust me. I'm sure she'll understand," he said dryly.

"Aizen?" Rukia exploded. "How could that pig do such a thing to someone like Orihime?"

"Don't concern yourself with the how. Focus on what you can do to help."

She looked torn. "But, you could be lying…"

"Yes, I certainly could be. If it makes you feel better, I'll tell you exactly what is down that hallway."

She waited.

"His name is Aaroniero, the ninth Espada. In order to save Orihime, you need to fight and preferably defeat him."

"…Preferably?" she asked dubiously.

He nodded, a bit impatient suddenly. He wanted to hurry, get Orihime without a second wasted. And if this girl wouldn't help him… No. He wouldn't hurt Orihime's friends. He wouldn't hurt her.

"The goal is to distract Aizen long enough to convince him that his plan isn't working as well as it should. If you make your fight dramatic enough, use a lot of spirit energy and cause a fair deal of destruction, he'll start doubting the Espada's ability to defend. When he gets desperate, we'll distract him and your group can escape," he explained.

"Who's 'we'? She asked.

"Me, Grimmjow, and a few other Espada."

Her eyes widened. "Grimmjow ran his hand through my stomach," she informed him coldly, seeming to edge away.

"He won't anymore," Ulquiorra said, hoping it was true. Grimmjow was too impulsive for him to be sure.

She looked from Ulquiorra to the hallway and back again. She didn't say another word, just turned and ran down the hallway. She didn't seem to want to waste time either.

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Chad was running through the white halls, his armor covering his arm. He was ready in an instant should and enemy attack, and he was keeping his attention sharp.

"Yo. What's up?" a cheerful voice chimed in what he believed was his head. He stopped running.

"Who are you?" he thought.

"A very happy camper. You have nice spirit energy. Anyway, I'm a ghost who wants to give you some advice." The voice, female for sure, sounded even happier.

He waited.

"Strong and silent type, huh? I can respect that. So you're trying to save Orihime Inoue, right?" The voice asked.

"Yes," he thought simply.

"Yeah, Orihime and I go way back. Anyway, I'm going to need you to follow my instructions so you can save her more quickly, okay?"

He wondered what way back meant.

"No time to explain. Just go to the room I tell you to and defeat the guy, Yammy, I send after you."

"Who are you?" he asked in his mind.

"I'm a frickin' ghost! A kindred spirit, trying to help out an old friend. Now can we please move on from the phase where you distrust me to the phase where you listen to me?" The voice sounded annoyed now.

"Okay," he said simply.

"I like you. You're a lot nicer than the people I normally hang out with."

The strange voice led him to a big room, a good room for fighting in. The voice explained all the unfair advantages the room gave him. A pillar of the roof was weak; he could knock it down. The floor in a spot was very slick; he could lead his opponent there to make him slip.

He had ambivalent feelings about the room. He would normally be against such tactics, but he knew that Orihime's life could hang in the balance if he didn't hurry.

A few minutes later, a tall, broad man came into the room, his lighting up when he saw Chad. "Well if it isn't the little bug whose arm I tore apart," the guy chuckled. "Come back for more?"

He didn't answer. He charged his energy in his arm, sending it into his enemy. Yammy dodged it, but Chad jumped to the side instantly and shot of another blast. This one connected with Yammy's side.

Yammy swung his fist, and almost knocked Chad's head off. He dragged his sword out, swinging it madly and without much tactic. He was right below the loose pillar. Without thinking, he sent a blast into the loose piece, sending it falling onto the unfortunate Espada. He had miscalculated the energy needed, and a good part of the wall collapsed too.

"Bastard!" came a cry from under the rubble. A red burst of cero blasted through the fallen roof, sending Chad flying. He rammed against the opposite wall, coughing painfully.

They went back and forth like this, neither one gaining a clear advantage. Chad felt something bubbling inside him, ready to get out. It felt dark, dangerous, and struggled to contain it, for fear of what it might be. He continued to fight.

Time was blurring, passing minutes could've been seconds. He was hurt, as was Yammy, but Yammy showed signs of having more stamina. Chad wondered how long he could keep this up.

Yammy blipped behind him, sending a punch right into the back of his head. HE felt a sharp pain, but at the same time, something in him settled. He felt a flow of energy to his left arm.

"Brazo Izquierda del Diablo," he said instinctively, and his left arm was covered in a white armor with a red strap. He shot of energy from the arm. It moved super fast, hitting his enemy with brutal force. Hi powers, hollow-like, were at home here. He would not lose.

"La Muerte," he said. He rammed his fist into Yammy's stomach, against a wall, and sent a skull indent into it. He had won.

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Aizen was seething inside. He could feel his Espada losing. How powerful had the girl's friends gotten? He couldn't get ignore it. "I'm sorry Orihime," he murmured. "I have to go."

She looked up at him, her eyes looking strange in the light. "All right," she said simply. He slid away.

He needed to monitor the situation. If his Espada lost… he was done for. It wouldn't happen. He would win. He always won.

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Ichigo came out of the hallway, wincing from the bright light reflected from the white walls. He looked around for Grimmjow, but couldn't find him. Had Grimmjow ditched him? He supposed it was better than trying to attack him. But now he wasn't sure what to do.

"Yo," a new voice said. Ichigo turned around and saw a tall, lanky arrancar coming towards him. His weapon was a huge double crescent scythe that looked familiar with killing.

He tensed, but Nell all but froze. "Ichigo… don't do this," she warned, her voice shaking. Her eyes never left the eye of the enemy.

"Don't worry Nell, I'll protect you," he promised, brandishing Zangetsu.

Nnoitra smirked in reply. "So Nell, you finally made your way back?"

Ichigo faltered. "Huh?"

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Ulquiorra and Grimmjow made their way to Aizen's domain, where Orihime was. Both were gravely silent, very aware of the risk if they should get caught. Grimmjow's even breathing sounded forced, and Ulquiorra could tell he was itching to get back at Ichigo. He was amazed at Grimmjow's self-control thus far.

They barged in, well past knocking at this point. Orihime was on Aizen's bed, still clothed, much to both of their relief. She gasped as they entered, wrapping the covers around her.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, sounding more flustered than angry.

Ulquiorra opened his mouth to answer, but Grimmjow beat him to it. "We're here to kidnap you. Fun, right?"

Ulquiorra glared. "Must you?"

Grimmjow nodded. "Yeah, it's a must."

Orihime cleared her throat. "What do you two want with me?" she demanded again, trying to sound queenly and authoritative.

Grimmjow burst into laughter, and even stoic Ulquiorra cracked a small smirk and chuckled. Her attempt was laughable, to be honest.

She scowled.

"Way to go, White Queen! Girl power!" Okashii laughed in her head.

Her scowl deepened.

"By the way, I told you so. I told you I was going to stop you did I not?"

"What's wrong?" Ulquiorra asked.

She hesitated. "Do you guys ever hear a voice in your head?" she asked shyly.

They glanced at each other. "Okashii," they said at the same time.

She nodded.

Ulquiorra walked up beside her. "We're going to rescue you," he said. "We're getting you out of here."

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A/N- Sorry this chapter is so short, rushed, and filled with mistakes. I have a monster of a headache. Aisuhime really doesn't like to write fight scenes.

For those who are wondering, here is who our rescue gang is fighting:

Ichigo and Nell: Nnoitra (very similar to the manga except that Ichigo isn't tired and wounded from a long fight with Grimmjow)

Rukia: Aaroniero (exactly like the manga, expect that a secret passage leads her to him)

Chad: Yammy (Take his fight with the Privion Espada and insert Yammy. Same power-discovery events)

Uryuu and Renji: Szayel Aporro (I don't even mention them because their fight is identical to the one is the anime/manga, and I don't want to uselessly describe a fight)

Barragan and Zommari will fight later. Until then, please leave a review.