Bleached: Four Years Later
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: We don't own Bleach. Only, Airi, Zezuri, Eyon, Cyerra, and Kaikea (you don't know him yet)
Note: Thank you Kubo. Now my arrancar OC is a freaking duplicate. At least she has white wings. Anyways, she's not in this chapter. I apologize for my insanely slow co-author whom I have to pull her teeth to get her to write anything.
-Airi
"Eyon? Eyon, wake up!" Shuei Hisagi was standing over Eyon's desk where the fourth seat had fallen asleep. She made no response and continued to sleep draped over the clutter of paper work that covered her desk.
"THWACK!"
"Owie! What was that for?" she moaned, rubbing her head.
Shuei put a hand on his forehead in irritation, "Eyon, if you can't stay awake at 7:30 in the morning, then may I suggest getting some tea or something to keep you at least from drooling on your paper work?"
"7:30 is too early for work," moaned Eyon, rubbing the back of her head where her superior had whacked her with a report.
"Peh, hard to believe you're older than me…" he muttered.
"What was that?!" Eyon was in truth, much older than Shuei, she'd always been in the ninth division and had joined back when Tosen first assumed command of the division. She didn't care too much for battle and such never worried about getting promoted; Tosen had been the one to place her at 4th seat and she wasn't sure she was entirely deserving of it.
"You need to get to fifth divison; Captian Jaggerjauges requests it. What mess have you gotten yourself into?"
Eyon moaned, "Now?"
"Now."
The blue haired shinigami rose up and left the division with a half-hearted flash step.
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At the fifth divison a small crowd had gathered upon request of Zezuri. She had called for Captains Hitsugaya, Ukitake, and Shunsui in investigating the matter of the room.
"But did it have to be this early, Toshiro?" Momo rubbed sleep from her eyes.
"That's HITSUGAYA-TAICHO! And yes, the sooner we resolve this problem the sooner we'll have an advantage over Aizen. We can't afford to waste much time on this matter when he could attack us any day."
"Can we get started, or are we still waiting for someone?" asked Shunsui.
"Like you're one to talk, Kyoraku," mused Ukitake, "normally we'd be waiting on you."
"Yeah, but today, my sweet Nanao-chan was extra pushy when it came to get me here."
"Who's your 'sweet Nanao-chan?'" the brunette lieutenant gave a quick glare to her captain.
Kyoraku beamed in return, "You did a good job of getting me here, my sweet. But you can leave now."
"Not a chance! The second I let you out of my sights these days you'll find your way to a bar or some other trouble."
Shunsui groaned and Ukitake laughed, "Say, Toshiro, where's your lieutenant?" asked Jushiro.
"She'd better be at my division working on the paper work she's neglected for the past month."
The door slid open and Eyon entered looking like she'd just crawled out of bed, followed by Zezuri and Grimmjow who'd been waiting for her at the entrance.
"Well then, shall we get started?" Zezuri asked with a half smile.
Éyon gave a blank look. "Start what?" she asked.
"The meeting," said Hitsugaya.
Éyon sighed and sat down on one of the mats set out on the floor. She had so much paperwork to do, she really didn't have time for any meetings.
"So can we start or what?" asked Grimmjow impatiently.
"Y-yes! Of course!" stammered Zezuri. "We're here to discuss the hidden room," she said, glancing at the doorway that was now left open on a regular basis for the purpose of investigation.
"Oh, you mean the room I went into the other day? I'm sorry I shouldn't have. I should have stayed with my duty and-" blurted Éyon nervously.
"It isn't a problem that you went in. What we want to know is HOW you got in," explained Hitsugaya.
"What do you mean? Are you saying you guys can't get in?" asked Éyon.
"Wasn't that obvious?!" snapped Grimmjow punching the wall with his fist in frustration. "Every freaking time there's a stupid spell! I bet Aizen would be laughing at us if he knew how many times he's set my hair on fire!"
"We should check to see if it was a fluke," the shortest captain looked at Zezuri. "May we see this room?"
"Of course. But... I can't go in it..."
Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow.
"She passes out every time she gets close to the door," explained Momo.
"I see."
Zezuri led the group down the halls to the room undergoing investigation. She slid the door open and stood to the side.
Hitsugaya and Eyon entered with Momo. The lieutenant moved the book case out of the way carefully as to not spill the books from the shelves.
"I'll go in first," Toshiro moved cautiously towards the door. Before he could cross the threshold onto the stairs he passed out.
"S-shiro!" Momo screamed before she too sank to her knees and slipped from consciousness.
Grimmjow, Ukitake, Shunsui, and Kyoraku had just entered the room at the exact moment Hitsugaya had fallen. Before they could figure out what had happened, the three shinigami also fell to the floor unconscious.
Éyon and Grimmjow exchanged panicked glances as Zezuri entered the room.
"W-what's going-" she didn't get any further before she joined her comrades on the floor.
"What the hell?!" shouted Grimmjow. He picked up his wife and rushed out of the room with her leaving Éyon alone amid the unconscious shinigami.
Éyon sank down to the floor in front of the secret door in shock. Her mind raced frantically for something to do.
Mere moments later, part of the Second Division's stealth force arrived, with Marechiyo leading them.
"What did you do?!" shouted Marechiyo, his mouth half-full of food as he shoved more of his half eaten sandwich in.
"N-nothing!" stammered Éyon, a bit startled by Second Division's sudden appearance and still recovering from the whole incident.
"Oh, really… Well, we'll see about that shall we?" He smiled stupidly, "Take her prisoner!" commanded Marechiyo.
"Wait! You can't just do that!" shouted Éyon.
"And why not? Who's here to stop me? Soi-fon-taicho is out on a mission and she left ME in charge," said Marechiyo feeling gleeful at his temporary power, "Besides, we have the arrest warrant for you already, Éyon Raiden."
"For what?" she protested, "I didn't do anything!"
"That's what they all say. Take her to the prison!"
The shinigami stealth force grabbed the tall blue haired shinigami and dragged her off to second division, where they hastily threw her in a wooden cell. "Ow…" she moaned at the rough landing.
"Get off me," ordered a familiar voice quite rudely.
"Grimmjow???" It was indeed the blue haired ex-Espada that she had landed on, "They arrested you too??"
He didn't answer and instead moved to the far side of the cell and sat in the corner. They had arrested him upon his arrival at fourth division's headquarters without any explanation.
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Cyerra was in a panic. Once again, upon departure from the prisoner's cell, she found herself trapped thanks to Luppi's iron grip on her hakama. However, this time, he was awake. His violet eyes seemed distant as he gazed up at her from his chair.
"Hey, could you let go?" she asked tugging on her uniform.
Luppi's grip tightened the more she struggled.
Cyerra let out a sigh and stopped pulling; a ripped uniform was expensive to replace and impossible to fix by herself. Since she had neither the funds or desire to do either she stood still hoping the prisoner would let go.
Seconds passed and then minutes. Cyerra was thankful that this was her only task for the day and that her captain was out on a mission today. "Would you mind letting go now?" she asked, frustration biting into her polite tone, "Please?"
Luppi blinked as if he was waking from a day dream, "You!" he hissed, "What have you been doing to me?" his grip became aggressive as he pulled her closer.
"Nothing. Other than bringing you food."
"Then why the heck do I keep getting weaker?! I'm not pathetic like you shinigami. I'm a full fledged arrancar! And I could have been an Espada!" Luppi began to rage, "Espadas don't take prisoners from battles! What's the point, if they lose then they should be left to die instead of being held in prisons like this!"
"Does that mean you wanted to die?" Cyerra asked abandoning all caution.
"WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT! WHOEVER SAID THAT?" Luppi shouted, suddenly he became calmer as her words sank in, "I guess, I did. However, do you want to be locked up in the same room day after day with only one person delivering meals every day for…"
"Four years," Cyerra filled him in, "I asked Soi-Fon taicho."
"That witch. If I ever get out of here, she's the first one I'm coming after! I'd already take her out if she'd come around more often."
"Wait, she doesn't come often?"
"The most I've seen of her was when she first put me in here and then when YOU showed up," Luppi glared at Cyerra, she was deep in thought at the moment; remembering how Soi-Fon had said something about a serum.
"That's it!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Luppi asked bewildered and completely lost as to what was going on.
"The serum! It's in the food I bring!"
"Serum?!" Luppi asked incredulously, "That would explain why I feel so rotten. Now I'm really going to kill that witch. And you too!"
"W-wait!" Cyerra struggled to get lose again. While still slightly drugged, Luppi was as tame as a wild raccoon.
Luppi suddenly went limp as another wave of the serum hit him. His grip slackened a bit, but still not enough for the shinigami to escape. "W-why should I?" he struggled to retain consciousness.
"Because I can bring you other food!"
Luppi snarled weakly, "Why would you do that? You're just trying to get out of here alive."
"N-no. This is wrong. I don't know what they're using serum for, it's not to contain you; the door works well enough."
"Fine," Luppi released her before shutting his eyes.
Cyerra dashed out of the room, but then remembered the tray of food containing the serum. She cautiously entered the room again and grabbed it before departing again.
As she walked out of the prisons and he drifted off in his chair, their thoughts were the same: "I know I'm going to regret this…"
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"LET! US! OUT!!!" yelled Éyon furiously for the fiftieth time that morning, "We're innocent!"
"Aww… Give it a rest," growled Grimmjow, "You're making my head hurt".
"No! They have to let us go!" yelled Éyon pounding on the cell bars, making a banging noise loud enough to make the ears of someone standing ten feet away hurt.
"I SAID STOP IT!" roared Grimmjow.
Éyon backed off and was quiet. Instead of yelling she sat and waited avidly for someone to come by, but no one did.
The sunlight became brighter and then began to dim slowly. Still no one came. Éyon's stomach growled; she hadn't had breakfast that day and it didn't look like she was going to get any food at all today.
The faint sound of footsteps became audible as someone walked toward the prison cell. Éyon waited impatiently as a lone 2nd division member came down the hallway.
"Cyerra!" gasped Éyon recognizing her dark friend, "Cyerra! Over here!"
"Éyon? And Grimmjow?" Cyerra was puzzled, "What are you two in jail for?"
"We don't know," Éyon stated and then re-told what had happened that morning.
After listening to her friend's tale, Cyerra became serious. "I don't know what to do, sorry, but I don't have a high enough rank to get you out."
Noticing the food tray in Cyerra's hand Éyon's stomach growled quite loudly.
"But, I may be able to help you with that. I was just on my way to the cafeteria. Boy, they're going to think I eat a lot with all the food I'm taking today," a goofy grin flickered on her face for a brief moment before she set off.
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