Chapter 4

"You're coming with me." he repeated, when I stood there, staring at him like an idiot. I didn't like the way he said the simple sentence. It horrified me.

"No... Leave me alone..." I whispered, backing into the bathroom slowly. Suddenly, he was right in front of me, gripping my shoulder tightly. He jerked me away from the protection of the bathroom, throwing me to the floor. I was sure to clutch the towel to my body tightly.

"Let's go." he spat, yanking me to my feet by my wrist. The chain, still fastened around my ankle, clanked noisily. "Of course gay lord put a fucking chain on you." he growled, pulling a sword from a sheath I idiotically hadn't noticed. A gasp of horror erupted from my mouth.

Trying not to scream, I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself for the pain of the blade. But, surprisingly, the pain never came. Instead, the sound of metal scratching against metal and an almost immediate snapping sound. Slowly, I opened my eyes again and saw he had broken the chain six links from the metal cuff around my ankle.

When I finally looked back up at him, my golden eyes were met with his sapphire ones. If I didn't feel as though I was in terrible danger, I would say they were actually kind of...sexy. Wait, what am I thinking?! I don't even know this guy! Somehow, I couldn't force my gaze away from them. Or his grinning mouth.

What broke me from my haze was the stranger actually shaking me. Blinking multiple times, I shook my head to clear away the blur. He started pulling me toward the open door in the white room. My sense of reason finally showed its head as I began to struggle in his grip.

"No! Let me go you freak!" I cried, trying desperately to free myself. It was difficult to keep the towel up at the same time.

"You're not strong enough to get away from me, girl." he hissed menacingly into my ear. Quickly, I flinched away.

"Grimmjow, what do you think you're doing?" a voice came from our right. I recognized the voice immediately, and frankly? I'd never been so happy to see a pink haired stranger in all my life.

"Help me!" I cried, still working to break free of the man's grip.

"Let her go, Grimmjow." he commanded. Stopping my struggles for only a few moments, I compared the both of them.

They looked to be about the same height. Though the one clutching my arm oh so tightly looked to be a bit bigger built. His shirt -wait, should I even call it a shirt?- left his entire chest and stomach exposed. Rippling pectoral muscles and abs jumped out at me. There was also a huge scar. And something that made my eyes widen in horror and amazement: a huge hole right above the edge of his pants.

All hope that I had felt only moments ago vanished completely. Just in my simple comparison between the two of them proved the guy he kept calling "Grimmjow" would win. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was not very happy, either. Oh no... Pin- er Szayelapporo can't possibly beat this guy... He's all buff... Tremors tore through my body, my limbs visibly shaking in fear.

"Get out of my way, you can't stop me, idiot." the one called Grimmjow snarled. The competitor took a few steps toward us. Apparently, Mr. spiked teal hair didn't like that. He growled ferociously. However, I caught an opening while he was distracted.

With the speed of lightning, I jerked my arm free of his torturous grip and bolted to the open doorway. While being sure to keep the towel around myself securely, I ran as fast as I could through the door and down the hall that was beyond it. There were shouts of alarm and a plea or two for me to stop, but I blocked them out. Like hell was I about to go back willingly to those freaks.

It wasn't long before I found myself utterly lost. Not to mention how much energy I was losing, sprinting like I was. Everything looked exactly the same, each new hall I ventured down. Please don't tell me I'm going in circles... Sucking in a breath, I clenched my fists and continued on my way, speed not faltering. I was going to escape that place if it killed me.

Before I realized what had happened, I wound up on the floor. By quickly glancing around, I found I had run right into someone else roaming the halls. Realization struck me. Another freak. A gasp erupted from my throat as I quickly scurried backward, as far from the new threat as possible. My heart rate increased substantially, breathing following suit. Before long, I was panting, not from my exertion, but new found fear.

"Hello." he spoke calmly giving me an almost genuine smile. Like hell was I going to trust it. Flinching away, I pressed myself as hard as I could against a wall, once again making sure my towel was secure.

"There's no reason to be afraid." his voice remained calm, expression unfaltering. Of course, that didn't change the fear that continued coursing through my veins.

"W-who are you?" I asked, wishing I would quit stuttering already. It was beyond easy to tell how terrified I was by the way my voice cracked.

"Don't worry about that just yet. I won't hurt you." His voice sounded so sincere, so welcoming. But I was smarter than what he thought. Or what I though he was thinking, anyway.

"Who are you? Why am I here? Where am I? Who was the freak with the blue hair? I need some answers, now!" I demanded. Being kept in the dark like I was was beginning to become extremely annoying.

"Your questions will be answered in due time. As for now, you seem lost. Let me help you." he offered, extending his hand toward me. Surprisingly enough, I was able to force myself not to flinch away. I was proud, yet still horrified.

My hesitation seemed to take years. Until, finally, my arm was slowly reaching out toward his outstretched hand. Sure, I still didn't trust him, or anything he did. But how could I pass up help? I was lost beyond imagine, so I hoped he'd give me a map or something equally useful.

"...Okay." I muttered, completely unsure whether or not my decision was going to come back and bite me in the ass. Our hands clasped together and the stranger helped me to my feet.. then, he released my hand.

"So, why were you running down the hall?" he asked almost curiously. As quick as I could, I improvised and came up with the dumbest lie I'd ever heard.

"I was, uh, looking for a restroom. It's kinda urgent..." I spoke, trying to sound embarrassed. He simply nodded.

"Ah, I see. This way then." he instructed, turning down another hallway. Hesitantly, I followed his lead down a blind direction.

We passed down hall after hall. Every single one of them looked exactly the same. I was beginning to grow frustrated. How the hell does he navigate this place so effortlessly? Before I knew it, I had sighed. The strange man looked back at me.

"What is it?" he questioned. I simply shook my head. I didn't need to share my problems with a complete stranger. After all, he could have been some murderous delinquent for all I knew.

After he'd shrugged off my lame answer, we continued our endless walk to find me a bathroom I didn't need. We walked in silence, the only sound were his footsteps across the floor. They were almost melodious, though I could easily find a song in any sound I heard. Not surprising in the slightest, I began to hum to a tune I created just from his simple footsteps.

"That's interesting." he commented. I desperately tried to stop.

"What is?" my question was obvious and just as lame as the answer I'd given him only minutes before.

"Oh, nothing." he answered just a dully. Shaking my head, I forced myself to keep quiet. It was time I just shut up for a change.

After walking for what felt like centuries, we finally stopped at a door. It looked just like all the others we'd passed on our journey. Simple, plain, gray, and above all, absolutely boring. I waited, as he took a step forward and knocked on it. Then I realized the towel I had on was growing uncomfortable. Plus the fact that it was the only thing I happened to be wearing.

When the door finally opened, my jaw dropped. I even took quick steps backward. However, the stranger that was "helping" me pushed me back toward the door and, you guessed it, the pink haired man that waited for me in the doorway.

"No no no! I don't wanna be back here! No!" I cried, trying to break free and make a run for it again. The both of them each grabbed one of my arms.

"Please, calm down. We aren't going to hurt you. But, if you try to run off again, you might get hurt." the one who called himself Szayelapporo told me. I wasn't exactly sure if I could trust him yet, though he had already shown me some kindness. I found myself calming down, but only slightly.

"O-oh, uh, okay..." I said, softly. Confusion and unsureness enveloped me. What do I do, what do I do... I asked myself, countless times as I was pulled inside the white room.

"Here are the new clothes you asked for, Kaiya." he said, handing them to me. All I could tell from the folded bundle was that they were mostly white. The absence of color almost sent me over the edge. But, I restrained myself just in time.

Before I could unfold them to study them closer, I was pushed back into the bathroom. Rather rudely, I might add. I sighed and made sure the door was locked. The incident with the teal haired guy gave me slight paranoia at that moment.

"Just change, I'll have something for you to eat when you're finished." he added. I paused and listened carefully. However, the conversation I was trying to eaves drop on was hushed, almost to a whisper. The bathroom door was far too thick for me to hear it properly. Once again I found myself sighing.

"I'm gonna get out of here. Just you wait you freaks." I muttered coldly to the mirror in front of me. "Just you wait."