Things hadn't gone exactly to plan for Retsu Unohana's rescue team to the world that had changed so much since she tossed away her first name. In fact, things were going downhill fast.
She had Mayuri Kurostuchi to thank for the predicament she and her group was in. It was his fault the portal was beginning to colaspe in on itself. The idiotic mutt didn't wire his toy properly. If he had planned this from the start, Unohana knew that he the traitor would not live to see the results of his petty betrayal.
As the eldest, wisest and most powerful of the rescue team sent to rescue Ichigo Kurosaki and his compatriots, she had the honor of being the first to go through the breach. She had gathered the best, those she knew had the talent, could heal quickly and could get around quietly enough to escape notice on the alien world… Though her instincts had told her that they were being watched even before she stepped into the doorway.
She was the only one who brought additional men. The rest of her fellow captains had either brought one or no one. Her heir had decided to bring his pint-sized lieutenant, mainly as a cheerleader for his barbarous immaturity. Kurostuchi was going to bring his prized but constantly suffering masterpiece of his narcissistic experimentations, a poor miserable woman who knew nothing but constant pain from her fathers shameless exploitation of her talents. And Kuchiki, being the pinnacle of pride and arrogance, decided that he was going in by himself, ostensively to wipe the stain on his honor clean. He had let both his adopted sister and subordinate disobey a direct order and that would not go unpunished.
Well now she was going in alone, probably going to die due Kisuke Urahara's mistake of pardoning that insane clown. Who was she kidding? He wasn't that different from him really, with the exception of his humility and actual achievements.
"Run faster, Kiyone!"
"I'm trying Sentaro! Besides, I bet I can run faster then you!" She heard a raspberry behind her back, showing that Isane's younger sister was not quite the same as her elder.
"Bring it on!" Sentaro roared, brandishing his fist at her face and fastening his already straining pace
"Both of you, quiet!" Her faithful number two snarled at the two transfer members, happy to show the much necessary maturity that the Gotei thirteen needed. "If you loose focus, you could both fall through the gargantua!" She had trouble spitting it out due to having to carry seat Hanataro Yamada on her back, him being so scared that when he wrapped his arms around her torso, he was squeezing her so hard her eyes were bulging out of her head, giving her the look a scarlet inflated Fugu.
The entrance behind was already shut and the burrow was closing, falling apart as the walls crashed into one and another. And the only exit was closing and getting smaller.
Unohana could have easily outpaced all of them and left them to die. That's what Yachiru would have done. But Yachiru was gone and would hopefully stay buried in the depths of her conscience until the day she died. Retsu meanwhile, was caring, a mother to her underlings and would never even think of abandoning them.
Isane, currently struggling to breathe gave her a look of worry. Since it was imprudent and taboo to have such a close relationship with your inferiors, they had long since known how to speak without talking. Right now Isane's facial expression was one of worry, which Unohana responded with an expression of calm determination.
So she released her Reiatsu, the invisible force shooting towards the closing gap and holding it up like an iron bar. It was now or never. Unohana gave the signal to Isane and Isane yelled at them to move faster.
Unohana leaped through the unsteady gateway landing on the ground with her sword impaled in the sands like a yardstick. Isane and Yamada followed, landing on her feet, but while thankfully the rest of her party managed to get through successfully, some of them made less then graceful landings. Kiyone in particular landed on Sentaro, his face crushed by her backside.
"Oh no! I crushed Sentaro! Breathe, Sentaro, breathe!" Kiyone screamed bashing his chest, unaware that getting a concussion and unable to draw breath are two very different things.
Unohana thanked Reio that she wasn't in her squad. Though thanking him it was kinda pointless considering-
"Captain. What do you want us to do? Do you perhaps want us to split up?"
Her lieutenant interrupted her dangerous thinking, making her notice the vibrating rabble swarming towards each other. It was clear that the other girls in her squad were smitten with the young lordling, judging by the rumors Isane would bring based on the gossip of her sister. This was quite apparent as the seemingly mature young ladies had immediately mobbed Yamada, punching, kicking, slapping, fighting like cats over him and each yelling at who was going to be in his squad. Much to Unohana's dismay, even Isane was blushing, looking jealous. Kiyone looked confused.
"No, Isane I want all of us to stay together. This is a strange unholy place. Besides none of you know where your going."
"Do you?" Isane asked.
Unohana smiled, chuckling embaressedly. "Not really. But I think my thousand years of expertise should guide us to Kurosaki-san." That and his dripping reiatsu. She hoped that they had made it in time. Ichigo Kurosaki had come to them in friendship and to right a wrong masqueraded by pure evil. Unohana hoped he wouldn't be the next link in a unbreakable chain of "friends" to the Soul Society. The very thought made her nauseous of a repeat but she had to focus on the task at hand. The elegent and seasoned captain turned around to lead the way through the sandy dunes.
"Uh… Uh-uh Captain Unohana?" The seat meekly tried to get her attention, barely escaping his lovesick admirers.
"Yes, Yamada san?" It was odd how different he was from his vain, brutal cancerous elder sibling. She wasn't trying to be threatening and he was shaking. It was completely mind boggling to learn he came from a noble family.
"Ar-are we going-going to save Inoue san as well?"
Her team stopped their infighting and stared directly at their commander, waiting uncomfortably for her reply. And Unohana knew why.
That human girl had one the hearts of the entire division, Unohana included without even trying. When she first came to their headquarters she spent almost her entire stay healing everyone, from those with minor injuries to the more serious maladies even she had trouble fixing. It got to the point where got emaciated from her long hours helping people, passing out from exuastion multiple times. Her power was certainly strange, making Unohana secretly wonder about the chances she would get that power in particular, a odd roll of the dice for a human…
But if anyone deserved it, it was definitely her. That young, friendly, ditzy human was one of the sweetest girls she had ever met. She obviously didn't have a violent bone in her body, which made Yamamoto's order to surveil her all the more infuriating. What was worse was that she had learned the spoiled monster Tokinada had his sights on her, and Kurostuchi stared at her hungry for knowledge to the secret source of her unique power.
She inwardly shuddered at the many rewards Mayuri had been given for leal surface to the Soul Society.
She couldn't believe that she would willingly join that monster Aizen's side. Yamamoto however was much more stern then her and his heart had hardened thick as iron long ago. So he had given her direct orders to either execute the poor girl or leave her to die, refusing any further arguments on the matter.
Well Yamamoto could fight her for her insolance. She wasn't going to leave the girl to suffer a fate worse then death.
So when she said yes, a cheer rose up high in the air, Unohana honestly couldn't help but join in a little.
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Grimmjow hadn't even pondered the possibility of being more fucked then he was under Aizen. But life sought to shit on him more and more everyday
It had seemed like such a good idea the time. Threatened like a wounded animal he had responded with pure adrenaline. Attack the weaker prey of the herd that was the rule. It wasn't his forte nowadays but he should have remembered the rules of survival.
Many of his fellow Arrancars… They had forgotten. Once Aizen rescued them from themselves, they got all high and mighty, like they weren't the same pieces of shit that ate, murdered and fucked each other with woe abandon just a few decades ago.
Yet afterwards the routine justifications of either self satisfaction or self preservation ran dry like a stream bed. It wasn't just because his crucified ass was currently being torn to shreds and tossed to the ground like confetti.
It was to be expected. Ever since the woman had been forced into the fold, all Grimmjow had felt was doubt and new information that conflicted with his hardwired motives.
No, his instincts had told him, wait for Aizen's weaknesses to become apparent. Once he got a proper look at his armor, the chinks would become visible and show the soft throat and belly. Then he would rip him to pieces.
But he never did…
No his primal ego whispered you are one bad motherfucker. You are the king of all the enslaved bastards, they just didn't know it yet. But the five sons of bitches standing above him were always eager to prove him wrong, from the slimy asshole Nnoitira to the stoic and above it all Tier Harribel and the annoying bitch Odelschwank before her.
That didn't even get into Barragon and Stark whose power was so grand that his six sense told him to not even bother. Barragon wasn't even that special without his uncomprehendable powers and Starrk was so slothful that he would probably fall asleep while he was pummeling the crap out of him and not have a scratch on him.
No matter how much he resisted he was a prisoner to either his conscience or his rage. That was just the cherry topping of the shit sundae that had become his life.
So this was how this was going to end. Him impaled like a fucking kebob, his flesh torn out of him, his skin hanging like ribbons of wet paper mache hung a frame.
The fact that he was unable to die fighting was just salt in the wound and that bitter realization made more salt flow from eyes.
Inoue's longsword was in him. He couldn't move his right shoulder or his tendons and ligiments would be shredded and make his arm utterly useless. His left hand didn't fare much better as her Tanto was rammed through it.
Meeting his gaze and reflecting the evil within them, were Inoue's slitted pupils full of hatred and joy. But there was more joy then hatred in those orbs. The psychotic bitch probably didn't even give a shit about what had happened to her fraccion. It was definitely just a pretext to cause pain.
She was mocking him, they were mocking, her smile was just a twisted, gnarled Jack O Lantern, a amalgamation of every bastard and bitch who had ever looked down on him. From Aizen to Nnoitira, even the scum like Szayel and Aaroniero, every last one of them were looking through Orihime Inoue's eyes, laughing at him, all the way to the end.
"So, Grimmjow kun..." Her voice ringed and echoed queerly in his ears. "Why do you continue to fight?"
Grimmjow struggled not to pass out, digging his nails into the meat of his palm sending a spasm of pain all the way up.
"What… What the fuck are you talking about? I fight because I'm my own king… I don't want anyone to pretend like they're the shit because they're more educated and stronger then me!"
Inoue giggled at that response. Then she twisted the Tanto deeper in his flesh, forcing her power into the cut, and causing deep cracks to spiderweb all the way to the ceiling. "But that's a lie! If you truly cared about being free you would have fought to the death."
"I would have died." Grimmjow complained.
"You'd still be free." Inoue retorted.
Funnily enough Grimmjow laughed at the absurdity of how much she was staying was true, though when his chest quaked the exposed abdominal flesh ignited intense stinging pain throughout his torso. "And what do the fuck do you think you are? You're just Aizen's lapdog like the rest of us."
The woman frowned then placed her long nimble fingers on a loose flap of skin. She picked at it with her index finger, pinched it, crumpled it up, and tore it off like wax paper. He didn't even scream. He just moaned and cried out weakly as his left nipple was flayed from his skin and stripped off like a price tag.
The part that pissed him off and brought him the most shame was that he was starting to get hard. He read somewhere it was an involuntary impulse but that didn't heal his injured pride. Inoue's eyes lit up in surprise, then the visage of sick amusement.
He pinched his dick, cruelly twisting and smashing his member. Then she racked it with her talons, shanking off some pubic skin and pant fibers. There was now a fork like scar forever sketched on the side of his shaft.
Grimmjow roared in absolute fury, tears silently dripping to the floor, adding to the congealed pile of blood. "You bitch! I'll fucking kill you!" Once he was motionless and now he struggling to escape his futile fate, no longer thinking rationally.
Inoue cackled, then got closer to lick the tears off of his calloused face. When he felt her tongue on his cheeks, the Espada could also feel bits of soft chewed up material being sloppily ingrained on his cheekbones with every starved lick.
The predator had become prey.
So that's how its gonna be?
That was such a sick joke of an irony that he actually begun to laugh, getting loud and boisterous in an instant. Orihime ceased his torment just to try and understand what was going on.
"I'll give you one last chance to stop you crazy bitch. Proclaim me king, I'll even kiss your ass like Aizen..." Grimmjow collected energy in his free palm, his blood forming the impetus of his insane act of destruction as he realized spitting in the bitches face to show one final defiance was more important to him then his life.
A tiny ball of harsh blue spiritual pressure ballooned from the size of a pea to a softball. The lightning like streams perfectly brightened the look of confusion terror and fright that the male never thought was achievable on all of the smug cunt's faces.
Inoue jumped backwards, pulling her longsword out of his shoulder but that was a rookie mistake. Even if his arm felt like lead, his posture was askew and his bicep trembled due to sudden overuse, Grimmjow knew he had the bitch.
Fuck you! That was the best last words he could think of at that particular moment, but he didn't have time to improvise because the overconfident succubus had her sword cocked behind and over her shoulder.
Grimmjow fired point blank, the explosion spreading wide in arc and hitting his target.
The blue fire and the force of the impact singed his bloody wounds and destroyed what little remained of his clothing along with the wall behind him. Forcing his will on gravity seemed to have his benefits after all. Before losing consciousness while flying through the air to certain death, Grimmjow used the last of his failing strength to wrest the shank from his hand, throwing it with one final flick of his arm before it too failed.
Grimmjow was more then happy to have Inoue's screams be his lullaby to Hell.
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Before escaping into the desert, Nel only had a few nightmarish glimpses of her former life, muddled by her diminished mental capacity and amnesia.
She daydreamed about being a knight, her friends being a grumpy cat, a shark lady, a lazy dog, a kinda scary skeleton man, and a really scary octopus. There was a sea anemone there too, but for some reason she didn't think about him as much…
But she did imagine her king. He was stern, but proud and just. Her reaction to him had been one of fear at first but that melted into respect and love when he picked her to be in his
She would tell this to Pesche and Dondochakka and they would oblige her in her childish fantasies, being funny by saying cuss words when they started to lose. They were such good brothers!
But sometimes when the light of the moon dimmed, she dreamed. Oh god she dreamed
Her nightmares involved her brother getting his face ripped by a giant bug with a mans face while a monster laughed behind her. When she turned around a faceless blob adorned with pink caressed her face, before his jaw split open to reveal a wide mouth full of needles and cruelty.
Nel would wake up screaming then. Of course her brothers would always tell her it was a dream, and turn her tears of fear into tears of joy when they played the clown to cheer her up. They even took her into the dunes to find a pet!
Though that was made superflous by the fact that she chose the worm inside Dondochakka's tummy, finding it cute.
There was only one time that they were serious.
Once a party of Hollows let by one blue haired man went trashing around her favorite playground. (The rocks had caves for playing hide and go seek, and basalt animal "statues") Nel was at first excited for some new playmates. But her wonder waned when she saw them curse and be mean towards each other. So, Nel hid above a small plateau watching them destroy the animals. Nel cried out in childish rage and disappointment but hid when she felt their power spike.
Thankfully there were enough eroded outcroppings for her vocals to travel and bounce in different directions, and her power was so minute that the strangers didn't even feel it. Nel ran as quick as she could and told her brothers about them. They immediately freaked out and yelled at her for running off.
Nel apologized and their tone softened. She should have known, it has always been like this. Shinigami and any other Arrancar were bad people that would kidnap her and take her away.
Still Nel's trust was easy to obtain. That was why she hadn't ran away when she saw her "Itsygo."
The man was nothing like the stories her siblings told. Shinigami were supposed to be killers, monsters who attacked defenseless hollows just for existing. He was kind, brave, and sweet.
Everything her king was not.
As she spent more and more time traveling with her newfound friends, she had started remembering certain thing things. Things that she distantly remembered hearing somewhere, it was so long ago. Things like "Massokism" and "Throat Penises". How to get inside the palace of Las Noches, and who the Espada were despite the fact that she had never seen them before…
But she chose to ignore such bouts of deija vu, focusing more on her playing with her new friend (and possible crush), not realizing the true danger, any sense of fear being sharply dulled and clouded by her own naivety.
But then she couldn't ignore it anymore.
While playing which who she could safely say was a better steed than either of her brothers, Ichigo tripped, sending Nel flying. She safely landed on her feet midflip, raising her hands up for imaginary applause.
That was when she realized that this was the longest she had spent away from her brothers. Even when she went off to play, Pesche and Dondochakka were always in walking distance. So Nel, missing them, decided to use perquisa to check up on them.
When she picked them up, Nel froze.
When she had felt energy suddenly quicken, stagnate, descend, then disappear, Dondochakka had always told her it was an earthquake bringing up gasses or something like that. But Nel wasn't completely naive. Despite their best intentions, Nel had seen death… Where she could not say, but her basic survival instincts made the hair on the back of her neck stood up like the stalagmites in the caves.
Nel couldn't cry, yell out, or move. Her usual innocent denials were blown away with the grains of sand flowing through the wind. She whimpered quietly to herself, unable to fully process her emotions.
When Ichigo asked her what the problem was, Nel replied non intellectually, struggling to even speak.
What do you mean they'll fading? Ichigo knew but he asked anyway, his voice getting louder and more pitched as he tried to get more information.
Nel finally started sobbing, her voice stuttering and hiccuping. "Their energy… They… Dare dying!"
"Nel were are they? Which direction are you sensing them from?"
"I dunno…"
"Nel please its important!"
Nel started to cry louder, but in turn Ichigo got louder.
"Damnit Nel, shut up and focus! If I don't know where they are they're going to die!" Ichigo didn't intend to be so harsh but panic and subconscious signals took over his mind and body. Contrary to what he predicted would happen, Nel only started to shake in response to his sudden outburst.
"I think… I think…. Over there?" Nel pointed to the west. Ichigo cursed and grabbed Nel by the arm.
Nel's face was windburnt and cold form cooling tears, her arm sore by how roughly Ichigo grabbed it. She was dazed and nauseous when Ichigo dropped her on a dune, barely hearing his yell. As she lay on the soft ivory sand, sobbing at her inability to do anything.
He needs you… He's going to die if you don't... A voice suddenly whispered inside.
Huh? Nel didn't understand. She thought to herself that Ichigo didn't need her, that he was stronger then anybody, even Aizen-
No, listen closely… Can you hear it?
Hare what?
He's not winning against him…
Who?
You know who he is. Go.
Nel gulped, swallowed and got up, shaking from fear. She nearly tumbled like a falling tree several times, her tiny uneven and unsteady soles sliding and tripping over the white grains as she made it to the garish ruins. Nel had never seen so many colors in one place, making her wonder if the stone was imported from somewhere else other then the desert. Faded sapphire reds, tan golds, emerald greens, lapis blues and other different shades of colors she hadn't even seen before.
The gaudy stone the derelict reminded Nel of a bird she read about in… In… In where? Her head was starting to implode from the sudden flow of uncharted consciousness, it was like there was someone else living inside her head, thinking and remembering. She hit her temples with her fists in attempt to lessen the pain but that only made it worse.
Her heartbeat was dangerously high, as loud as a church bell. How did she know that? Whatsa… Please stop, stop stop! She couldn't see anything in front of her as she looked through the eyes of someone taller, sometimes there, sometimes here, sometimes nowhere,
Finally sit stopped as she bumped her head and stubbed her toe against a unseen piece of stone. She opened her eyes, though partially blinded by the tears at least she can finally see., could finally see. In front of her was a small hill. She peeked her head from behind and saw...
Nel couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her mouth stood agape, her lip trembling, and trembling, trembling again.
Ichigo knelt on the colorless dunes, sobbing and beating his fists on the ground. His long obsidian sword lied vertically, dug so deep it would have left an imprint.
Standing above him was the monster she had glimpsed thousands of times. But only now in the living flesh.
In her nightmares but this more horrific then anything out of her whimsical Imagination. His body was that of a man, not a a monstrosity coglomoration of pink but that didn't comfort the unknowing Espada. It was his smile that frightened her. His mouth full of needles and razors had not changed.
There was something uncanny, something wrong, something that stoke a unconscious unease whenever she gaved upon that creatures face. Smiles were meant to be a sign of joy but every time he parted his emasculine worm like lips, it was as if she was stuck in one of the layers of the underworld, Aizen- sama had said humans visualized wrong-
Another migrane cleaved her brain in half once again She clutched her turquoise locks so tightly, that when she sneezed she accidentally ripped some of them out roots and all.
This distraction allowed her to escape the aching prison originating from inside her brain. Once she looked up, she saw a sight that made her terrified heart finally flutter.
Ichigo had picked up his sword! He was going to defeat the monster, like the knights and samurai she had read about. Kick his but Itsygo!
Ichigo then grabbed his sword with both hands… Why was he doing that? Ichi- no Itsygo pointed his sword towards himself, his brow furrowed and his eyes closed. No, Itsygo stop! The light glistened off the blade as Ichigo thrust it into his abdomen.
Nel screamed.
His black robes reddened and moistened as blood gushed unto the ground. A foot of black metal protruded out of his back, tainted by the scarlet waves. Ichigo fell backwards and Nel ran towards him, unable to even cry, begging for someone, anyone, to save them
You can save him. The whispering voice became louder and clearer.
Nel stopped in her tracks as another headache. This one was more terrible then the last. But… A milisecond went by and it was it gone.
Suddenly she wasn't afraid, shaking, or even in pain. All misery from the influx of information was fading. She held her head to the side as power flowed through her.
It had taken this long to remember everything. Heh, the blow my head must have been bad. Now it was time to return. She would protect her comrades and make the bastard pay. Now it was Szayel's turn to be afraid.
"You leave itsygo alone!" And so Nel the helpless child once again became Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck.
A big boom resonated in the air as Nel exploded into pink smoke. The gas spread with the updraft of wind and vortex of reiatsu all the way to the top of the colossal monument. A feminine silloulette emerged as the smoke dissipated.
Standing tall and aloft was a beautiful and deadly figure. Her body was curvaceous, voluptous and shapely at both the front of the chest and around the hips. It was barely covered by the remnants of green rags even Szayel would find lewd. Other then the makeup under her eyes and the demonic equid helm adorning her like a crown the only accessory was her katana with the double crescent hilt.
Her face erudite and stern, her hazel eyes full of vengeful rage and just like that she was sprinting towards her friends tormentor.
She knew that she can destroy him easily. His strength was in his great intelligence, not in his fighting ability, and she could tell from the look of confusion and shock running through his eyes that the scientist couldn't think of a way out of this one. She wanted to cut off all his limbs, open him up and spill his guts all over the desert floor, anything to make him suffer. She would tear him apart, kill him, eat-
A whisper in the air brought her back to her senses. "Inoue… I gotta save her. I… I can't die! Ichigo sobbed weakly. He was barely conscious, trying to drag himself away from where he lied, blood forming a smeared trail in the sand. Nel skidded to a halt and ran to him.
"Itsygo!" Nel knelt to his side, holding his head up. It wasn't looking good. His pupils were dangerously dilated, his skin waxy and palid, his breathing uneven and his life fluids covering his black robes. Look at me, look at me don't fall asleep!
Oddly enough as Ichigo struggled to keep his lids open, he offered a weak, sad smile. Sparkling tears ran in his eyes as he spoke.
"Inoue… You made it."
He's thinks I'm his friend. Nel both felt pride at his devotion to his friend and jealously. That just made it worse.
"Inoue… Thank you. I didn't fail you at least… You gotta go… Forget about us…"
"No, Ichigo. This time it's my turn to protect you." She grabbed the hilt as Nel looked stricken. "Please forgive me. This is going to hurt."
"No Inoue your too- AAHH!"
Ichigo screamed in torment, making Nel rue Szayel even more. She carefully pulled the blade from the wound, slowly and precisely as not to nick any major arteries or organs. Nel's plan wasn't to remove the blade but rather artificially clot it to avoid any further bloodloss. Nel was lucky to have been so chatty in the past. If she hadn't talked up a storm with the nurses and barber-surgeons, she would have no idea what to do.
Eventually she found the sweet spot and the bleeding subsided. Ichigo's throat, scratchy and shuddering from screaming in agony, gave a pathetic croak before finally calming and relaxing his muscles.
Nel realized then that Szayel hadn't said a word or moved from his spot. This was a problem because Szayel was many things. A flamboyant exibitionist who was addicted to himself for one but even afraid he couldn't help but use his tongue to breathe poison to the listeners ears. He may have been a coward with an inordinate amount of pragmatic common sense but his madness outweighed that two to one.
"Szayel." Nel slowly, annoyedly and warningly exclaimed. "I know you're planning something."
Szayel laughed but unlike all the other times she thought there a hint of a nervous titter in his usually cocksure arrogance. "Oh really? How do you know? Perhaps I ran away minutes ago and you're just conversing with my reflection?"
"No this time it's you." Nel neither had the time or was in the mood to play the showboating smartasses games. She picked up her sword from the ground, still not agknowledging the dandy by turning to face him. "You should have ran when you had the chance."
To Nel's surprise, the eighth Espada giggled at the threat of certain death. "I assure you if I thought my fabulous mind couldn't beat your brawny insipid strength, I would quite far away by the time that you were done copulating with your… Boy toy? Honestly I didn't know you were-"
Nel cut him off. "You wanna know why you didn't run? It's because you couldn't risk anyone finding out the source of the stink eminating from your trousers." Though knowing you, you probably enjoyed it.
Nel took satisfaction in the indignant growing that Szayel responded with. Soon enough he remembered that he could speak actual words. "You should look on your left shoulder Ms. Odelschwack. It's about time."
Time? What does he mean… Nel twisted her head to see and was both disgusted and shocked at the same time. A microscopic glob of the creature's fluid was splattered, mostly on her upper sleeve but enough of it on her soft flesh. She knew what technique the vermin has used
Her peripheral vision gave her all the warning she needed. As her clones raked her back, cutting the epidermis and scraping the ink off the tattoo showing off her former rank, Nel slung Ichigo over her shoulder, and flipped backwards When she landed her naked soles ground in the particles, her heels digging in the grains to stop her momentum. She had a wide enough birth to see the danger.
Nel would never notice any of perverse and creepy changes Szayel made to her spitting images. What she did notice was that each of the slim imitations had their copies of Gamuza pressed against the necks of Ichigo's others friends and her own Fraccion. Most of the dying party was still conscious! Why the hell did she forget about them? They were in worse shape then Ichigo!
Nel glared furiously at their tormentor. She could tell by the sweat beating down his forehead and into his makeup, that he was uncomfortable, uncertain, afraid. Nel ground her teeth together. The bastard thought he was so much smarter then anybody else, probably even Aizen. But narcissism and great intelligence were two different things. Aizen could crush him like a bug and so could she.
WHOOSH.
Just like that Nel vanished, her body next appearing in front of Szayelapporo Granz. Gamuza was pointed directly between the eyes, a centimeter away breaking the skin. Nel hacked upward, slashing the skin and band of bone and keraton on the top of his forehead. As a result an inch of the thick line connecting the right lens was cracked, broken and scraped off.
Szayel yelped and jumped backwards but Nel didn't let him go. She stepped on uneven ground, something was clearly buried under her, maybe a piece of rubble. That was when Szayel paused his pace and smirked.
That was when the ground fell from beneath her feet and so the trap closed on Nel and Ichigo.
Szayel coughed, then laughed maniacally his jaw opened wide like a snake. "You honorable imbecile, you I hadn't prepared for close quarters combat? You should have attacked from behind! But no matter what side you thrust your big long sword, I would have ducked to the either side and play the part of the palsied infant! What's the matter, do you not want to be eaten? The truth is I have wanted to have a taste of you for a long-"
Szayel's bragging was interrupted when he realized his beautiful flying maw wasn't shut comepletely. More scientifically, one side was protruding outwards as if something was wedged…
No it can't be!
The engorged phalic tentacles holding his prize were bisected, cut into half, then thirds, then fifths then hundreds. Nel had made her escape.
Covered in dark green ichor, Nel slipped out of the perverse stomach, landing half squat on the dainty ruins.
"SZAYEL!" Nel screamed, swinging her juice covered sword at the scientists neck.
He didn't even have time to scream as the razor sharp blade slid through his flesh. The look of dumbfounded shock and final fear remained frozen of his face but the light went out of his eyes in little then two seconds.
His blood or rather his colaguated slime gushed out of his neck like tiny streams before the dam finally let the river run free. He fell on his knees, then his falling head landed hit the ground with a loud smack.
Nel wiped the monsters fluids off of Gamuza but as the blade got cleaner Nel sighed and looked away from her deceased compatriot, unsatisfied.
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Her chest hurt.
Even though the incision had healed with nary a scar to be be seen on her supple skin, the pain from the sword still brought forth quakes of pain to her breast. It had been such a strange, foreign sensation that it brought her to her knees, not from the inches of short steel penetrating her chest but because she thought that she would never feel it again.
The absurdity of the near death experience was such a hard thing for her to comprehend. She had thought that through her rebirth she had discarded such petty, pointless, and irrelevant emotions. Once she had tore off the chrysalis that entrapped her, she thought that she would never have to fear being weak again.
But the stray cat had released his claws, even when she started pulling them out. That might actually be the difference between Ichigo, and Grimmjow. She never even thought about it before, as her love for Kurosaki-Kun had been so great that she had refused to see any flaws in the boy.
This particular difference was night and day. Grimmjow had been a feral, rabid tomcat who would claw at any who attempted to pet him, more wild then domesticated. Ichigo meanwhile, was an orphaned kitten, irritable but still sweet.
She had thought about going after him but why bother? He was either dead or dying. And based on the documentaries she had seen in The World Of The Living, he wouldn't exactly be anything else but a pile of bones stripped of it's flesh by the time she got to the crater he landed in. Even if he did survive she would make certain that he wouldn't live long.
Still, the memory of her humiliation still coursed through her, boiling her already steaming blood. She had panicked and actually felt fear. When the blade hit her, she had just stood transfixed on the spot, unable to realize what had just happened for a few seconds. The pain finally hit her when she looked down, forced to lean forwards do to her breasts almost entirely obscuring the view.
She screamed, the once forgotten stimuli making her cry out, and sob. She couldn't breath, shook her head, clawed the ground and punched the ground so hard that the all the walls of throne room which had been hastily rebuilt shattered and flew away from the impact.
Cal had come to her side, but Orihime slapped her, creaking five bloody scratches on her face.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! I'll make him pay, I'll make him… Pay."
Thankfully striking Cal had calmed her down, and allowed her to gather the strength necessary to regain her senses. She ripped the Tanto out of her chest causing a river of blood to come flooding out, She gathered golden energy on her left hand and shakily placed it on her wound coughing up blood in the process.
She barely managed to heal herself in time.
Oddly enough, she felt another emotion she had thought was long since scraped away from her.
Remorse.
Slapping Cal had felt worse the wound in her chest. She slowly got up and comforted the sobbing girl crawled up in a ball. What exactly she said, Orihime didn't remember but she did remember healing her scars and promising to never hit her again.
She was getting annoyed with all these surprises. Her clothes had been ruined as well, so she had to get new ones. Since she hadn't a clue as to where she was going she had Cal walk her to Aizen's dresser hoping to get her mind off this unpleasentness.
But her efforts were in vain. She couldn't stop thinking about. So in a moment of introspection she decided that she test her powers before going to play with her friends.
At this moment, while waiting nude in the dressing room for Cal to return with her many choices of apparel. Orihime decided to test her physical limits. Cal had been more then happy to help pick out clothes, running excitedly out of the room to find her a new uniform. This actually brought a non sadistic smile on her face but she went to the task at hand.
She started by cutting her arm, making straight horizontal slashes on her bicep. Though Orihime wouldn't be proud to admit it, it actually was pretty scary and made her cry. But soon enough the cuts started to appear automatically, and got deeper and deeper until they hit the bone. The stimuli that had once brought her to her knees was starting to feel trivial indeed.
Actually it felt quite good.
It took her three times to hack off her arm. It cracked, the bone split in half hanging loosely off her arm, and then the skin and tissue connecting her arm and shoulder was cut off as well. To her immense surprise. It grew back immediately and not because of her godly powers. It most have been an actual quirk of her species that didn't transfer well through Arrancarification.
Curious and aroused, Orihime started to play around with the blade. She stuck the blade in her mouth, cutting her cheeks, her tongue and the roof as she rolled it around. She pulled the blade out of her mouth, taking glory in the blood and saliva dripping from it. She then moved down to her breasts cutting her nipples vertically as the scars on her mounds crisscrossed each other.
She didn't even have to part the blade between her legs though she wondered how that would have felt. She orgasmed there and then, having her never felt so great in her life.
How could she had spent her life missing this? She had never tasted such sweet release as a human. Her confidence restored, she wondered what she was going to do with Ichigo, Aizen, and the rest.
Right then Cal came in, carrying a bundle of clothes. The set included a miniskirt, a crop top, cutoffs and…
A brown runspun cloak.
Orihime smiled, know knowing how she was going to play with her friends.
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AND DONE!
Surprised for the sudden update? Found a way to ease the time I procrastinate and work on both my original works and fanfics without the fear of being exhausted. It was so simple I feel like a fucking idiot for not realizing sooner. I certainly hope the quantity over quality rule doesn't apply here. I only got a single review last time and I'm worried.
I hope I treated the sexual parts with the maturity they deserve. Just to make it clear these were not intended to be smut, I hate rape on every victim. The trope that men couldn't be assaulted is dangerous and complete bullshit by the way. If you have that fetish, I don't really have any reason to judge you as long as you don't act on it in real life. But this wasn't meant to be that.
Also I hope to include as much humor as is comfortable with the scene in question not only because that's the spirit of Bleach to have humor during the most innaproppiate of times but that's how real life works. It may be a nightmare of misery and Old Ones but there is as much happy as is their sad moments in life. That's how humanity works and I hope to capture the essence of that even being a novice.
After all, do you want to read a cliché story with predictable outcomes, flat characters and wish fulfillment or do you want to read a realistic, symbolic, sometimes tragic sometimes triumphant, deconstruction of the Shonen battle genre?
Me too. (:
Also for those worrying Orihime is becoming a villian sue… Don't. She's a lot more complicated then you think, more like ASOIAF's Euron Greyjoy then Game Of Thrones crappy Ramsey Bolton. Even Hitler liked Dogs after all. And I'm sure Lovecraftian evil spirits like em too.
See ya later! Please review I wanna see this through to the end and any attention makes me happy! Hope you guys love it!
UPDATE (2/21/18)
For those wondering why its taken longer then usual for any of my stories to be updated, thank my shitty mental health for the delay. I put it here because quite a minute amount of people read my profile or DeviantArt. If you guys really want to make me feel better and get a sooner chapter, please leave a review or message to inspire me to write more. It would really help! (:
Now this doesn't mean I haven't stopped writing entirely: I have started many creepypastas and wrote the outlines for a plethora of chapters for this, HM and others, hint hint, nudge nudge. The problem is actually completing them and trying to juggle my newfound responsibilities with my hobbies (Which I want to make into a job by the way.) in a way that keeps me focused and satisfied.
So Hopefully now it won't be as long.