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Chapter IV
Apache was awoken by the fake sunlight that covered Las Noches. When she tried to sit up her ankle throbbed with pain, and she winced slightly. Zansatsu opened his eyes. "How are you holding up?" he asked her.
"Well, I'm alive, my ankle is broken, but I'm still alive, which I wouldn't be if it hadn't been for you," she said.
She looked at him for a moment, and then she leaned in and kissed him. Zansatsu's eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her back. Everything was rushing through his mind at once. If Soul Society hadn't betrayed him, then he never would've left, never would have come to Hueco Mundo, and never would have met Apache.
"We can continue this later on," he said, reluctantly breaking away from her, "first things first. I'm taking you to the infirmary to have your ankle healed, and then...." he broke off. Today, Yammy was going to find out what true hell was.
He carried Apache to the infirmary on his back, and laid her down on one of the beds. "Hey, you seen Yammy at all today?" he asked the doctor.
"I believe he said he was going to be at the training room with Grimmjow and Ulquirorra," the doctor said.
"Right, thanks," he turned to Apache, kissed her, and left the infirmary.
He couldn't let Yammy know he was coming, although that was becoming hard to do, as it took every bit of self-control he had to keep his reiatsu from flaring.
When he reached the training room, he saw Yammy with his back to him, talking with Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, balling his fist, punching the air, and then laughing.
"You won't be laughing when I'm done with you," Zansatsu slammed the door and bolted it.
Yammy turned around and saw him standing in the doorway. Zansatsu let his reiatsu flare. He flash stepped over to Yammy, grabbed him by the throat, then flash stepped to the other end of the room. Before Grimmjow or Ulquiorra could do anything, Zansatsu acted.
"Bakudo 75, Gochutekkan," he yelled. Five pillars came crashing down, forming a barrier in which he and Yammy were now trapped.
"That's a high level kido," Zansatsu said, "they wont be able to break it. And only one of us is gonna leave breathing."
Yammy went for his zanpakutou, but before he could unsheathe it all the way, Zansatsu kicked it out of his hand, pointing his own zanpakutou at Yammy's throat.
"Wait, wait a second, give me a chance," Yammy yelled.
Zansatsu stomped on his leg, shattering the bones in it."DID YOU GIVE APACHE A CHANCE!!? HUH!!? DID YOU GIVE HER A FUCKING CHANCE!!?" Zansatsu roared at Yammy, "NO, YOU DIDN'T! I WARNED YOU THAT IF THIS HAPPENED AGAIN, I WOULD KILL YOU!!" Yammy dove for his zanpakutou, but Zansatsu slashed his arm before he was anywhere near it. Yammy's arm fell limply to his side.
"What the fuck, I can't move my arm," Yammy yelled.
"It's my cruelest, and most inhumane technique," Zansatsu explained, "I swore I would never use it on anyone, but I'm making an acceptation for you. It's a technique that damages the nerves of whatever body part I cut, rendering that part of the body useless, but the cruel part is…"
Zansatsu stabbed Yammy's limp arm. Yammy screamed as he was overcome by unimaginable pain. Zansatsu laughed, "the cruel part, is that rather than dull the pain, it amplifies it significantly, and every cut I make only makes the pain that much more unbearable."
Zansatsu then slashed Yammy's other arm, and both legs, so that he fell forward, unable to stand up. Zansatsu bent down, grabbed Yammy by his hair, and lifted him up so that he was starring into Zansatsu's eyes. "I wanna hear you beg for your life," Zansatsu snarled at him, "beg me for mercy, and maybe I'll let you live."
"Please….don't….kill…me," Yammy choked out.
Zansatsu grinned, "Nope, sorry, I'm gonna kill you, but first, I'm gonna put you through a hell so terrible, you'll be begging for death by the time I'm done"
Zansatsu began slashing at Yammy, shallow slashes, nothing lethal, but each one brought with it more pain than one would feel in a lifetime. Zansatsu smiled as he cut Yammy deeper and deeper.
"So tell me, was it worth it?" Zansatsu asked after an hour of torturing Yammy. Yammy groaned something.
"I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU," Zansatsu yelled, impaling Yammy through the back, and twisting his Zanpakutou for maximum pain.
"N-n-no," he managed to say.
"I'm done with you. Hadou 54, Haien," Zansatsu said. Yammy's body burst into flames, and within seconds, was completely incinerated, leaving behind nothing more than a pile of ashes on the ground.
Zansatsu walked past Ulquiorra and Grimmjow without a word. Grimmjow was wide-eyed and looked as though he'd seen a ghost. Ulquiorra's expression, however, was unchanged, as though seeing their fellow Espada tortured and incinerated was a normal part of everyday life.
Zanzatsu walked out of the training room and started heading back to the infirmary, feeling better now that he'd given Yammy what he deserved. He started to worry as he was walking though.
"I didn't even realize the magnitude of what I just did until now," he thought, "I just killed one of the Espada, how is Aizen gonna react to this?" He turned into the next corridor.
"Well, whatever happens, I don't regret what I did at all," Zansatsu said, "that spineless coward got what he deserved."
He opened the door to the infirmary, and over by Apache's bed, there were three visitors.
"That's Halibel, the Espada she serves under," he thought, "and those other two must be the two Fraccion Apache was telling me about."
Halibel turned around, saw Zansatsu standing in the doorway, and began to walk toward him. He knelt down on one knee in respect to his superior.
"Apache told me that it was you who saved her life," she said, her voice muffled slightly by the collar of her jacket covering her mouth, "you have my gratitude."
Zansatsu raised his head, "You're different from the rest of the Espada," he said, "you seem to actually care for the lives of your Fraccion."
"Yes, I may act cold and heartless toward them at times, but I do value their lives very much," Halibel replied, "she said that it was Yammy who did this to her. I felt his reiatsu vanish a short while ago. Am I correct in assuming that you killed him?"
"Yeah, I killed the bastard," Zansatsu said defiantly, "and I'd do it again too."
The only part of Halibel's face that Zansatsu could see was her eyes, but he had a feeling that she was smiling. "You saved me the trouble of doing it myself then," she said.
Zansatsu smiled. Halibel then whispered so that only he could here, "She really cares about you," she said, jerking her head toward Apache, "all I can say is, I've never seen her take to anyone the way she seems to have taken to you. Nor have I ever seen her this happy. You'd better treat her well."
"I care deeply for her as well," Zansatsu replied, "and you can rest assured, I'll treat her well."
"Very well then," she said, "you're free to go for now, but Aizen-sama will probably want to speak with you sometime soon." Zansatsu's eyes widened, what would Aizen say when he found out about Yammy? "Mila-Rose, Sun-Sun, we're leaving," Halibel said, exiting the infirmary. The other two Fraccion left the room, leaving Zansatsu and Apache alone. He walked over and knelt next to her bed.
"How's your ankle?" he asked.
"Good as new," she grinned at him.
"How about your other wounds?" he said.
"Everything's all healed, we can leave whenever."
As they walked out of the infirmary, she reached out and held his hand in hers.
"So, I take it Yammy's dead?" she said.
"Yeah," Zansatsu replied, "I made sure it was slow, painful, and messy."
"Serves him right," she said.
"So, where's your room? I'll walk you back there so you can rest," Zansatsu asked her.
She laughed, "What are you talking about, we're going to your place."
Zansatsu looked confused. She pinned him against the wall, "What's with the confused look," she said, giving him a sexy smile that nearly made him lose control, "do you want me or not?"
Zansatsu grinned at her, and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"Does that answer your question?" he said, breaking apart after nearly thirty seconds. He picked her up and carried her over his shoulder, jogging back toward his room.
"Wrong turn," she called out, laughing at his horrible sense of direction.
"Dammit, why's everything here have to look the same?"
He forced open the door to his room, and dropped her onto his bed.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said.
AN: Lemons really aren't my thing, so I'm not going to put one in this story. R&R would be awesome.