"This one should serve," Ulquiorra says, as he picks a sheathed Zanpakuto from off the display. He tosses it to me, which I caught. Thank God. That would be embarrassing if I didn't.
I gripped the handle and slid the blade out from it's covering. How the hell does Ichigo and the others do it?! This thing is freaking heavy! I place another hand on the handle to steady it and I felt myself becoming extremely lopsided.
"Spread your hands apart on the blade, that'll even out the weight." Ulquiorra reaches over me and moved my hands apart. And almost immediately I felt a difference.
"Ulquiorra," Aizen's voice boomed throughout the training hall. I turn my head to find him, Tōzen, and Gin walking towards us. I sucked in my breath hastily. I was always very nervous around these guys, and curious as to what they really have in store for me. "Training can wait, we must test the girl's abilities first."
"Yes sir." He bows out of respect, and takes my sword, sheathed it, and placed it graciously back on the display.
Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd, and as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet. . .
"Ayame, you will be tested through a series of obstacles that test how skilled your abilities really are," you nodded apprehensively, how bad could it really be? "Good, good. Now the first obstacle will determine the strength of your telekinesis."
"Be sure not use up all your mental energy, we need to get more than one test in today. Is that clear." Tōzen said and crossed his arms.
"Yes sir." I said.
"Good. Gin, set up the first obstacle," Aizen ordered, then turning his attention back to me. "Don't look so frightened, these tests are designed to help us indicate where to rank you. Your performance today will serve as a foundation to your training." Aizen says, placing a surprisingly soft, warm hand on my exposed shoulder. I nodded, a little relieved.
"Aizen, the obstacle is ready."
"Good luck," he whispered to me before standing beside the other defect captains. I looked across the room, five items were placed in front of me- a feather, 5 pound weight, 20 pound weight, 50 pounds, and 100 pounds.
I took a deep breath and thought about my situation for a moment. The heaviest I've ever lifted was Ichigo's Zangetsu, and that son of a bitch had to weigh like 20-30 pounds! How the hell did Ichigo carry that thing anyway? Focus! Point is, it nearly drained me of all my mental energy. I don't know how I was going to lift each one individually and still have enough to do Pyro, I'm guessing was next. Ok, no time to psyche myself out.
I close my eyes and imagined the feather floating and levitating into the air. It was child's play.
"Very good, now lift the others." Aizen supportive tone whispered in my ear. I imagined the feather float down to the floor gracefully as I opened my eyes. I locked my gaze on the f5 pound weight and held my arms out, I don't know why I do this, I guess for balance? I imagined there were tiny, invisible threads latching on from above the weight and just barely tugged it-
Bang!
I sent the weight straight through the ceiling.
"Sorry. . ." I grimaced and rubbed the back of my neck when I saw the rubble come crashing down from the ceiling.
"Continue," I nodded and focused a little less of my energy on the next weight.
I could barely get it off the ground, even with all my energy. Dammit! I used too much energy on that last one.
Why don't you let me out? I could lift it.
"No! No, go away! I don't need you. . ." I shout out and clutched the side of my head.
"Child?"
Yes you do. You're weak, hun. Face it- you need my power to survive. It'll be almost too easy to take over this body. . .
". . .Don't need you. . ." I panted, she's using all my mental energy. . .?
It hurts. . .
So cold. . .
My vision then fades to black.
"Restrain her!"
Voices. . .
Restrain? Why would they-
"She's too strong! We've got to put the mental block on her now!"
What, what's going on?
Silence.
"Ayame. . . " Light, I could see light! "Open your eyes, child."
My ocean blue eyes flutter open, pain immediately subsided through my head, taking the form of a really bad migraine.
"You caused quite a commotion there, my dear." Gin lightheartedly said, smiling his trademark smile.
What happened?
"I never would have thought that a good girl like you could be so bad." Grimmjow's voice whispered in my ear. I peered over my shoulder, and there was the blue-haired man gripping my arm; restraining me.
"Oww, my head. . ." I ripped my arm away from him and buried my face in my hands.
"You should see what you did to Yammy, you back-lashed him with those freaking wings of yours. Burnt him so bad, he couldn't regenerate," Grimmjow knelt down to my level and told me.
Wait, wings?
"What happened?" I looked up and noticed that the room was in shambles. Debris from the ceiling was everywhere, scorch marks on the walls, and how the fucking hell did the floor get messed up?! And what was on my face? I wiped my cheek- blood. Blood was dripping off my face.
"I did all this?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Yep. You're quite the badass."
"No, she did this. My hollow-"
"Whatever that thing was, it wasn't a hollow. Lord Aizen and the others barely had enough power to stop your little rampage." Ulquiorra replied solemnly.
"How are you feeling, child?" Aizen knelt down next to me.
"Dizzy, the whole room is spinning."
"That's only temporary. I placed a mental block on you to help suppress your. . . whatever it is."
"A mental block?"
"It's a technique I created to help the other Arrancars become stronger. But there's a catch- it'll seal away all your mental abilities," I gaped, no. . . "But, you can regain them as the seal weakens overtime."
"How can I regain them?"
"Practice," he says simply. "As you try to summon your powers, the seal grows weaker. But as it grows weaker, that monster inside you grows stronger."
Monster?
"Understood, sir." He smiles at me gently.
"Grimmjow, won't you please escort Miss Ayame back to her room? I need to speak with Ulquiorra."
"My pleasure." He smiles at me deviously.
Oh no.
"Come on, brat." He grabs my wrist and drags me out of the training room.
"I can escort myself just fine!" I yell at him and rip my wrist out of his vice like grip.
"Too bad, sweetheart. I'm under orders." He takes my wrist back into his strong grip.
"Ha! You never struck me as the type to take orders from anyone other than yourself."
"Yeah, well you never stuck me as the destructive type. Guess we're both wrong."
"That wasn't me! That was. . . the other 'me'." It grew quiet between us for a moment, until we finally reached Ulquiorra's room. I rip myself away from him and as I was about to open the door, he pushed me against the door.
"What are you-" That's all I managed to get out. His soft lips molded against mine roughly, it made my stomach do a backflip out of excitement. No! I pounded against his shoulder and struggled for dear life against him. I didn't want this. . . Ichigo. . .
"I want you, little girl. You've tempted me for far too long." He cooed lustfully in my ear as he pinned my wrists above my head. I struggled against him as he pinned his waist against mine. Shit! I can't move.
"St-stop!" I shouted at him as he started placing gentle butterfly kisses along my jawline. I balled my hands into fists out of anger and with all my strength, I pulled them out of his grasp. I pushed him away from me but he got hold of my wrist and pulled me into his chest. It was like crashing into a brick wall.
"Misbehave, and I'll have to punish you. Let's go," He began pulling me toward the other end of the hall.
"Where are we going?" I asked, fright shivering in my voice as I stumble behind him.
"Someplace a little more. . . private. Hehe," he chuckles, a fairly amused look on his face.
My eyes widened when I realized what he meant. No. . . No! I won't let him have his way with me. He can't make me! I rip my hand away and took off running the other direction, towards the training hall.
"HEL-!" I tried to scream out, hoping to God someone might hear me. But it was too late. Grimmjow covered my mouth with his hand before pushing me against the wall; anger flickering in his eyes like fire. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, he wouldn't do this, this can't be real-
BAM!
My head was knocked to the side, pain flooded through my cheek and jaw. I didn't even have time to react, a cry broke through my system from the pain. Why. . . What have I done to deserve this?
"I told you, if you misbehave, I'll have to punish you- LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!" He gripped my chin harshly and ripped it to face his.
Angry, I felt anger.
I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes. No longer did I feel sad or now realized, what a monsters really were.
To be continued. . .
Sucky chapter I know, but I've been busy with finals and this was the best I got. Hope you enjoyed.