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"Grimmjow..."

The pink haired Arrancar shook Grimmjow softly. "Grimmjow," he repeated.

Grimmjow's eyes shot open, only to see Szayel's figure looking him into the face. Grimmjow snorted and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Szayel patted his back as he mumbled, "It's time to leave,"

Grimmjow gave a little nod of the head and sat up in the bed, attempting to ignore the oncoming bouts of pain that kept bothering him. Szayel looked around quietly, and then walked to the door leading to the exit of the room. He placed his ear against the door, listening for any signs of someone walking through the halls. He gave a sigh of relief and hurried to the other side of the room, opening a Gargantua. Grimmjow carefully hurried off of the bed and walked through it; Szayel following behind.

The Gargantua closed and took them to the World of the Living.

"What's that..? I sense immense Reiatsu..." Ichigo Kurosaki jumped up from his seat. He hurried outside and ran in pursuit of where the spiritual pressure was coming from.

Ichigo stood in shock at what he saw in front of him.

"What are you-"

"Help us, please." Szayel started and gave a little snort. "I know how weird this may sound coming from the enemy, but you have to help us." He paused, pointing at Grimmjow. "We pose no threat to you or Karakura Town."

Ichigo hesitated for a moment. "How can I believe you?"

Grimmjow grunted. "Does it look like we intend to hurt you, Shinigami?" He leaned on Szayel a bit, trying to ward off the aching pain in his back. Szayel frowned.

"Please. Aizen's after us."

"Aizen...?" Ichigo questioned. He sighed, and mentally hit himself upside the head as he was leading them to his house.

"I should really stop being so naïve and learn to say 'no' sometimes..." Ichigo thought to himself.

"Quiet," Ichigo whispered once inside his house. "Everyone else is sleeping, and I don't want to disturb them." Szayel nodded and walked behind Ichigo as they made their way up the stairs. Once in, Szayel sighed and carefully laid the pained Grimmjow on Ichigo's bed.

"He doesn't look so good." Ichigo commented after a while.

"He isn't good." Szayel replied, somewhat irritated.

"What happened?"

Grimmjow snorted. "You really want to know what happened?"

Szayel sighed and looked at the orange haired teen. "Tomorrow would be a better time to explain everything. We need sleep, and it's so late."

Ichigo sighed and glanced at Grimmjow's exposed stomach. His skin was pale, and a small, somewhat noticeable bump stuck out. Ichigo gulped and pointed a shaking hand at his stomach, fearing the worst. "Is he-?"

Szayel looked over and questioned his sudden mood change. "Huh?"

Ichigo stammered. "Did-did you do that to him?"

Szayel looked from Ichigo's pointing hand to the little bump on Grimmjow's belly, and then back again. "Oh no, no. I didn't. You don't have to worry."

Ichigo's eyes widened. "Then...he was...?"

Szayel jumped. "No, he wasn't raped either."

Grimmjow grunted. "Probably better to be raped than have this happen to me."

"Tomorrow, I promise we'll explain everything." Szayel paused. "Do you have a futon?"

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, let me get it."

While Ichigo was grabbing the futon, Szayel glanced at Grimmjow. His hand twitched as he resisted the urge to rest his hand on the stomach. But, he rejected the feeling, fearing what the Arrancar would do to him.

"There..!" Ichigo exclaimed, out of breath. "Damn, that thing's heavy..."

Szayel smiled at Ichigo. "I thank you for your hospitality."

Ichigo dismissively waved his hand. "No, no. It's all right. I understand, anyhow."

Grimmjow started to nod off. Ichigo yawned himself. "I believe this means I should go to bed now," he said after the yawn. "I'm tired myself, and you guys don't look any better."

"I suppose so, yes?" Szayel rested on the futon. "Good night,"

"Good night," Ichigo replied, quietly closing the door.

Szayel stared at the white ceiling. The moon was just beginning to set, just as the sun was getting ready to rise. However, Szayel couldn't fall asleep as early as he planned. His mind was set on Grimmjow. Grimmjow, Grimmjow, Grimmjow.

And the experiment. How could he do that to his best friend? His "brother"? He could have just rejected Aizen and flat out say "No", but he couldn't. He would probably be obliterated if he did anything like that. Aizen was and still is the Law around Hueco Mundo, and no one disobeyed him. Disobeying meant scorn, and scorn meant obliteration. And obliteration meant erasure. Erased from the world forever. And where would that leave him? Nowhere.

So, as he laid on that futon, thinking and thinking about everything that had happened the past two days, he couldn't help but feel that he could erase time. That way he could somehow make the sedative "not react" and Grimmjow and him wouldn't have to go through all of this.

When the sun rose, Szayel finally fell asleep.

"Hey,"

Szayel slowly rose from the futon, rubbing his back. He looked up to see Grimmjow staring outside the window. He looked over and saw Ichigo sitting in his chair. "You're up."

Szayel grunted in response. "That futon sucks, so you know."

Ichigo chuckled, tossing a pencil in his hand. "It's all we have. It's better than sleeping on the floor, so you'll have to deal with it."

Szayel sighed and stood up, stretching. "How are you feeling?" He asked Grimmjow when he was done. He shrugged his shoulders. "Not any better than I was feeling yesterday."

And that was the end of the conversation. Szayel frowned.

"So, can you explain what's going on?" Ichigo asked after a moment of awkward silence. Szayel sighed and sat on the futon again.

"There's a lot to explain...where should I begin?"

"...And that about sums it up," Szayel held back a tear. Ichigo couldn't help but show the disgusted look on his face.

"Aizen has a twisted mind, no doubt about it. What are his real intentions for creating a larger Arrancar population?" Ichigo thought.

Ichigo looked at Grimmjow, who still started out the window. He frowned as he suddenly felt bad for the poor guy. He had to go through all that against his will. Granted that they aren't on good terms to begin with, but he just couldn't help and feel for him.

"That's horrible," Ichigo muttered.

Szayel nodded. "You can say that again," He threw himself down on the futon, grunting.

"Well," Ichigo said after getting up from his chair.

"I suppose you should meet everyone else in the family." He chuckled. "Otherwise, Dad will have a fit that I let ex-Arrancars in the house."

Author's Note: Hurray for another chapter~ But it's still somewhat OOC as it has been~ I've tried to make it less OOC but its' difficult when you write stories like these. I can't help but feel to make Szayel and the other characters feel somewhat angst and emotion all the time because they just happen to be in the worst case scenario.

I am really sorry for not posting much! I haven't been feeling well, and I can't afford to take any time off of school. (Otherwise I get an in-school suspension, yayy~) And I've been dealing with pounds and pounds of homework, so that doesn't help either. That damn Research paper is kicking my ass as of recently, so...

I don't know when I'll get this next chapter up, or for my other story as well. It took me a lot of will-power to update this story, but hopefully I feel better soon. There's a virus going around the school. /shot