Chapter 11

"ABARAI-TAICHO!!" Richiki came barreling through the halls, knocking over many other shinigami with a white letter in his hands. Slamming the thin, sliding door open to the captain's office, Richiki stumbled in, panting and gasping, causing the surprised Renji to jump, nearly knocking his entire ink pot over a freshly finished paper. Cursing his clumsiness, the red head stood and walked over to his panting vice captain.

"Richiki, are you alright?"

"Hai, Taicho. But, there's an important notice for you." Renji took the letter from the trembling hand of his subordinate, giving the man a pat on the back, guiding him to a newly installed couch, giving him a cup of tea and told him to breath and try not to choke and die.

Once again, the captain settled down at the desk and with a trembling hand opened the letter. Three seconds later, a white and red blur was seen as Abarai Renji barreled across the Seireitei to the open Garganta.

6th Division Captain, Abarai Renji

We have discovered an apparent prison in the Hueco Mundo about 200 kilometers away from Los Noches. These cells are Reiatsu activated. We will have the nearest gate open for you.

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There was jangling around him. Why was there jangling around him? His wrists hurt. Oh right, they were chains. So many of them, so many of them making that wretched jangling noise. He couldn't speak, he couldn't scream. He could only listen. How long had he been here? How many times had his being changed hands? How many white rooms, black rooms, and grey rooms had he been in? His back throbbed. Right, his last punishment. What had he done wrong that time? He had given up trying to figure it out. It hurt too much to think and thinking without getting any answer just made him go insane.

"Shinigami?" His ears perked. There, some sort of contact before the cruel laughter ran through his head.

"They found the other prison. It won't be long before they come here." Who are they?

"They're going to be coming for him?" Who him?

"Where can we move him to?" A shudder coursed through his body when the thought of moving again ran through his mind. The response was a heightened amount of that annoying jangling noise ringing through his ears.

"We weren't ordered to move him after this, so I think if they come, we can just them have him." The laughter began again and he felt himself withdraw, desperately hoping that he could just curl into a fetal position. But the chains that hung him wouldn't allow that.

"How long do you think we have?"

"Give it another two three months tops."

"Then we'd better finish having our fun then."

"He is so beautiful. Can such beauty actually exist amongst those foul creatures?"

"He may be pretty, but he sure ain't shiny anymore." The door was sliding open. Not a sound escaped him, not even when the silent screaming began running through his body. It was relief when the blackness once more consumed him. There, he would be able to see him again.

Smirking lips moved soundlessly and brilliant red hair glowed in the sunlight. A board hand was outstretched for his own. The man was faceless.