Disclaimer: Everything in the story belongs to Tite Kubo except for the storyline.
Whoa, this time my update really was pretty late, sorry about that. It's funny, I'm always on but I never seem to update my stories.
Chapter 9 -Urahara's Dungeon
A smile. A cold, sneering smirk. A expression that seemed to say 'I am king'. The expression in which everyone in Hueco Mundo seemed to bow down to, except for a select few that now wandered it's barren walls.
Aizen said on his "throne", on cheek resting on his fist as he watched a scene in front of him. Little Rangiku running out the door, Gin glaring at her with his cold red slits, muttering incoherent curses under his breath. Only one person knew that this man, Ichimaru Gin, was not as angry as he showed himself to be. The lord of Los Noches flicked his wrist and the scene disappeared into thin air leaving nothing but the darkness of his throne room. Another flick of his wrist and a pillar containing the Hogyoku appeared, except this time, it looked slightly different.
"Hmm… looks like I'm going to have to use you yet again, oh dear…" Aizen murmured in a slow drawl. His hands trailed along the edges of the Hogyoku, a small smirk was still on his face. He didn't even glance up as Gin entered the room, a dead Biji draped over his shoulder. "You must be quite bloodthirsty Gin… but please, do not cut your own comrades," Aizen murmured, his eyes flickered over to his second-in-command for only but a second. Gin smirked in return, unfazed by his captains actions.
"Sorry Aizen-Taicho but just couldn't stand 'im," Gin answered with a small shrug, dumping Biji's body – none to gently – on the ground.
"Mm, still Gin. I do not relish using the hogyoku to many times, even though I have learned how to tap into it's full power, Urahara-san has decided to put in some hidden things not written on paper…" a tone of annoyance appeared in Aizen's voice. Anger flashed through the strong taicho's eyes, Gin shrugged again and reached for the hogyoku, obviously unafraid of his captain.
The room temperature seemed to drop after Gin picked up the hogyoku and let it rest in the palm of his hand. Aizen was silent but his anger was eminent.
"Got quite a bit cold in here eh, taicho? Thought about turnin' up tha heat?" Gin asked, he knew he was being risky but somehow pissing his captain off after believing him to be dead for two years was extremely fun. Also, he couldn't forgive Aizen for hurting his Ran-chan. Not ever.
Aizen did not respond, he was not happy with Gin and he was slightly surprised at the mans daring act before him of even trying to make him mad. The silence stretched and the cold soon left, refilling the throne room with considerable warmth, although there was a small killing intent within the reiatsu of the room. Aizen smiled a cold smile, it would never beat Gin's smile back though. The smile that said, I hate you… , Aizen laughed. This was enjoyable.
"Why do you continue following me?"
"You know I like my excitement and there's this… nostalgia in this place. Being in Soul Society has been pretty boring," Gin responded.
"You never seize to surprise me Gin, you risk her life as well as yours you know,"
"You are wrong… I am only risking my life, never will I risk hers." The coldness of Gin's voice, the anger, it nearly made Aizen frown, but didn't. Gin's smile only became wider. "Well, I think I should be going taicho, dunno what t' do with this guy," and with that the man walked out the door.
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Rangiku ran, and ran. She had no idea where she was going, but she just knew that if she ran, she would get somewhere… hopefully. The little girl was terrified out of her mind. She didn't know how she managed to pluck up the courage to kick that scary man, but she did. For a while, Rangiku thought someone else was in her body. Someone who was her, and yet not her. This concept made the small four-year-olds brain hurt, she had just received her first headache.
The girl hid in a little cut-out from the wall to catch her breath, she was surprised she could run so long. The took a glance out from the wall inlet and shrank back again as she saw the scary white-haired man she just kicked. He was looking for her, she just knew it. Something about him though… there was something about him that made her want to go to him. Walk to him. She told that something to be quite because that man was bad and scary.
Rangiku sat, with her legs curled close to her body for a while, shivering. The scary white-haired man was moving around, occasionally she felt other people near her, sometimes, scary looking monsters past her, but none ever noticed a little child hidden in the shadow. While the time past, the young girl wondered why she could feel this man so well, who was he? Even though he was so scary, she liked him… this feeling that she felt whenever she pictured his face scared her. Tears began leaking out of her eyes, they crawled slowly down her face and she wiped them away, but they came faster. The pre-schooler leaned on the wall to cry but instead felt the wall give way and felt hard ground, she sat up and felt a sting on her elbow. It hurt, but the fact that there was another man in the room made her tears disappear.
The man dimly looked up, she couldn't see his face, only piercing, large eyes that were bright, yet dull at the same time. A pool of light was in the center of the room, where it came from she didn't now but she saw two pairs of feet on large sandals that people in olden Japan used to wear. She forgot what they were called.
"Why hello there Rangiku-chan!" The person spoke, she could tell it was a man. His voice was slightly high-pitched and very carefree, she wondered if he cared at all that he was being shackled to the wall. Her eyes widened slightly at the mention of her own name and then she shrank back, wondering how she even came to be in this room. Her hands met cold wall, and she realized that she had no idea how to get out.
"Who… who are… you?" she asked, then suddenly she cursed. The word slipped out so fast and the young girl gasped, she had never heard or used this word in her life before. Was it that man who said that?
"Ah… I can see the old you is trying to come out… hmm…" the man murmured with interest. He ignored her question, but the young girl didn't care much about the man anymore. Her thoughts were now on the word she had just said… it started with an F but now she couldn't even remember it anymore. "Come here." Rangiku glanced at the man warily, his hands were bound so she didn't think he could do anything, but her mama had always said "don't talk to strangers".
"Mama said I shouldn't listen to people I don't know…" her voice was so soft, childish, somewhere in the back of her head she felt very annoyed.
Damn it, I sound like such a stupid friggen kid!
Rangiku jerked at this sudden yell, it didn't seem to come from her mind, but at the same time it did.
"Is something wrong? I'm not a bad person!"
"Mama… said…" Rangiku faltered slightly. "Mama…"
He is a good man, go to him!
That voice scared Rangiku yet it made her feel strong and reassured at the same time. Who was this voice? Was it her mama? No… it didn't seem like it, but she yelled a lot like her mama did. This voice seemed younger though, and more kind, although she always seemed to be using strange words with Rangiku had never learned yet.
"Ah… finally, I am Urahara-san," Rangiku nodded slowly, still a bit afraid of the man.
"Where am I… Urahara…san?"
"Ah… you are in a dungeon, but if you want a more general answer, I will say you are in Los Noches, located in the middle of a world called Hueco Mundo, ruled by Aizen a very strong and evil man," He seemed to be laughing. The young girl wondered how the man could be so carefree, how he could just smile and grin even though he was locked up in a dark and scary prison. Maybe he had gone crazy, Urahara-san… something in his eyes made him look crazy.
"Hueco…Mundo…" the words felt strange, yet familiar in her mouth. As if she had said these words many times before, but when?
"Hmm… do you remember haineko?" What type of question was that?
"Haineko?" The young girl said, for some reason she felt a sadness when she said the name. How did she know it was a name? She shook her head after a while, Urahara sighed but smiled.
"Unare, Haineko," Urahara murmured, a small smile was on his face. He waited, the young girl was silent. Tears suddenly appeared on her eyes, but she didn't know why.
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"Abre" the wall slide open, nope, not there.
He said it to another wall, nothing behind that wall either.
A childish, confused look formed on Gin's face, his mouth formed a small 'o' as he thought.
"Where could Aizen-taicho had placed Urahara-san?" he said in quite a loud voice. "Don't feel like askin' 'im though..." then with a shrug, Gin continued walked to what seemed like random walls to see if anyone was locked in the rooms behind the walls.
It took a long time. He finally found the right one.
"Aizen-taicho… you really picked a high-security door," Gin muttered in a whining sort of voice, but a small smirk was on his lips. "Abre" a rumble was heard behind the wall, but nothing else.
"Kamei Kaihou!" another rumble. Gin sighed, "Hmm… what was the last one?" He took a step back and then grinned and the tip of his zanpakuto appeared from under his white uniform. "Ikorose, Shinso!" the blade shot out and seemed to hit a random part of the door, suddenly the wall seemed to crumble.
Gin stepped through while a smile, and then his smile was replaced with a large frown, shock wasn't an expression Gin had ever learned how to express on his face. If he had learned, it would have been on his face at the moment he stepped into Urahara's dungeon.
Well, there you have it. Chapter 9 – I'll get back to Ichigo and co. in the next chapter. This is sad, I remember how I wanted to end this fanfic, but I kind of lose what happens after the next chapter.
Hmm… starting and finishing a fanfic is hard . Haha, I'll try. I want this to be one of the stories I finish cause truthfully, I love this story and I'm a Bleach nut )
-Griƒƒen