Grimmjow stared at the wall across the room, scowling. Just what the hell was he doing? Everything was blurring by, confusing him. Hisagi had left hours ago, but his scent lingered and the desires never faltered. That damned fukutaicho, fucking up his thoughts.
He wondered why he did things like that, acted so impulsively. His mind always seemed to linger on that one instance...
"Arrancar." The heavy door creaked open, and Grimmjow glared at the captain in the doorway. "You're being relocated."
Grimmjow's frown only deepened, "For what reason?"
Mayuri scoffed, "As if you don't know. I sent in Shuuhei to calm you down, to keep your reiatsu from spiking every which way, but that only seemed to make things worse. And now, pressing your repulsive urges onto that innocent man.." The captain shook his head, "How shameful. Especially for someone like you. He's a wreck now. I suppose there isn't much we can do."
He raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"
"He leaves every visit with a frown on his face and a dazed, trance sort of look in his eyes. As if he's just floating in and out of here without actually knowing what's going on." Mayuri shrugged, striding into the grey room with a grim look settling onto his features, "Well, it's time to move you to your new room, arrancar."
Something stirred in him. It was a feeling of mixed regret, anger, and possibly care. His mind was racing, falling back to Hisagi's tanned face and thinner body. What was wrong with him? Grimmjow stood, the gears working heavily in his head. He knew that he couldn't possibly use sonido to flash by the scientist, he would easily catch him. He figured that he could throw a fit, as Mayuri always stood back and allowed him to exhaust himself before starting on whatever experiment he had scheduled. Grimmjow cursed aloud, something Mayuri was used to. If only he had his sword, he could release himself in Resurrección form and overpower anyone that opposed him. He would be too fast, and could launch himself into the arms of Hisagi. Wait...
Just what the hell was he thinking?
Mayuri clamped the shackles around his wrists, shuffling the arrancar out of the cell. Instantly, Grimmjow shot off, merely a flash to anyone's eyes. Mayuri frowned. He was sure the security wouldn't be able to handle him. Surely Nemu would notice the foreign spiritual pressure and act accordingly. This was Grimmjow's thirty-first escape plan, and if it had been any like the previous ones, he'd be captured in a matter of minutes.
The scientists and assistants gasped in horror once they saw the arrancar. Most had seen him already from previous attempts to gain freedom, but it never made it less frightening. They trembled in terror, screaming and shouting for Nemu and Mayuri as their eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. Hearts beat erratically, sweat broke out on foreheads, and Grimmjow just grinned his usual grin. It was like a high to him, a fearful, adrenaline-pumping high. He raised his hand to snap the neck of someone that cried 'monster!', only to be kicked in the ribs by a black haired woman.
"Do not resist." She spoke quietly, too calmly for the panic-stricken room, "Just return to Kurotsuchi-sama."
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. She was strong, yes, but he was stronger. He threw the woman off him, flying her head-first into the wall. She stood, blood dripping from underneath her hair and lunged at him again. For the second time, he threw her off, and she drew her sword. He was careful now. Grimmjow was weapon-less, and if she was anything like the other shinigami he had seen, she was a force to be reckoned with. The scientists had scurried off to their adminstrator by now, their mixture of cries and hushed whispers still flitting through the air. He sonido-ed off then, Mayuri rushing in and scolding Nemu harshly for allowing him to escape. The tension in the room skyrocketed as Mayuri sent off an emergency call throughout the Seireitei.
Blood seeped from a wound on her head, trickling between her eyes onto the bridge of her nose, "My deepest apologies, Kurotsuchi-sama."
Mayuri's frown deepened. This was going to be a problem.
...
Hisagi sighed. This sort of work always depressed him. He scoured the empty intersection for souls, looking at the bright yellow crime tape. A shooting had happened a few days ago, eleven people murdered.
He sat on the edge of the sidewalk, knowing that he still had eight more souls to send to the Seireitei before the hollowfication set in. That would just make him much sadder, to know that he had failed to send someone to an eternal life without emotional suffering.
He always seemed to wonder what his fellow shinigami were up to while he was on missions like this. It wasn't work fit for a lieutenant, perhaps a third or fourth seat, but he felt that he needed time out of the Soul Society. He found his mind stuck on the workplace, though. Images of the blue haired arrancar flit by his train of thought every few seconds, but he wouldn't let it bother him.
"He's fine." Hisagi mumbled to himself, "He was fine before me, and he'll be fine afterwards."
...
Hisagi returned to the Soul Society three days later, only to find his division in a panic.
"I'm gone less than a week, and my entire squad had gone insane." Admittedly, it probably wasn't the best idea to leave a whole division without some sort leadership, but he had completely trusted that they would be fine for a couple days.
He walked down a long hall to his office, the murmurs and mumbles of monsters and beasts on the mouths of his suboordinates. He knew they'd all calm down and settle into their appropriate jobs once word got around that he came back. There just had to be some sort of rumour going around.
Before walking into his office, his first seat stopped him, "Sir, you've heard, haven't you?" Hisagi raised an eyebrow. The last time his squad was in a tizzy, his fourth seat was pregnant, and the time before was his seventh seat marrying someone in the thirteenth squad. He was expecting something along the lines of romance, "Heard about what?"
"A monster from the Department of Research and Development has escaped! It's somewhere in the Soul Society right now!"
Hisagi paled. It can't be who he thought it was, "Do you have any other information?"
The first seat nodded, eyes widening, "It's an arrancar!"
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I actually completely re-wrote this chapter.
It's a little fast, isn't it? Just..make things go slow-motion in your head. xD
For some reason, the site is making Confinement be listed as 'complete' when it most certainly is not.
Anywho, thanks to everyone that has reviewed so far, they're super helpful and supportive!
~Pofa.