Hello readers! I hope that you are as happy as I am that the next chapter came so quickly. I guess insomnia does have it's perks! ^_^ Anyways, yet again I will say, this story is rated M. This chapter still isn't a rape scene, but there is a lot of cursing, a decent amount of gore, resurrection, and drug references. If you are not comfortable with these elements then I apologize, but don't flame me for it. I would love some more reviews, but I only like good ones or ones with truly constructive criticism.

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Chapter 19

Retribution (Part II)

Nnoitra

What the fuck??!! I could barely breathe. It felt like the god damn air was being forced out of my lungs with a vice. The fuckin' pussy cat (Well, just pussy, I should say) was grinning. His eyes were downright freaky with the weird colorin' and his rieatsu was wacky too. Since when did hollows have blue in their visible power? I do not, DO NOT, get scared, but if I was to ever have an excuse, I think Grimmjow might hold the key, at least at this particular moment.

If I were to be honest with myself, I'd hafta admit that it was only my ability to predict his moves from experiences in past fights against him that had kept me from being crushed into a pulp already. However, I am not honest with anyone, so why should I start now?

I could feel my body getting' used to the pressure. I swore under my breath as I raised my blade against the downward force. I got into a fightin' stance, preparing to face a side of the Sexta that I had never seen. Fuck, I hadn't even known that it existed! Ulquiorra had yelled some shit about a shinigami form; I guess this was what that kiss ass was yammerin' on about.

Grimmjow faced me, creepy fuckin' eyes starin' me down. I saw him begin to move and braced myself for the impact that I knew was comin'. My teeth knocked together and I was slammed into the wall behind me, but luckily I had gotten the block up on time. The fuckin' feline immediately bounced up above me readyin' for another attack.

"Think fast!" he yelled, taunting me.

I was barely able to dodge the darts that flew from him. With the amount of rieatsu he was pumping out, his most powerful blow would have probably split me inta slices, as clean as a butcher's cleaver separates ribs. As it was, his darts could have qualified as bullets.

I looked over at the door when I heard the sound of it openin'. Grimm-kitty briefly paused from his barrage of death to look at the door as well. Szayel and Hali-bitch walked through the door pullin' what looked like a hospital bed behind 'em.

That infernal bitch was sittin' up in the bed! Yeah, she was supported by pillows, but the sight of her breathin' was enough to piss me off all over again, forget actually functioning enough to be upright and alert. I looked closer at the freshly bandaged girl, noticing that even her bruises, especially her black eye were already looking better. Then I noticed her eyes. The orange ring was back in 'em.

Oh Fuck!! I am so screwed now! I couldn't help but think… no, know, that this would truly be my end here. I readied myself for another round against the Sexta, fully prepared now not fight for my life.

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Grimmjow

I saw Nnoitra's fear when Mirella was brought into the sparring room. I smelled it coming off of him in waves. The fact that he did what he did to her and was still afraid of her made the sick side of me want to laugh out loud. It made the loving side of me proud of the recovering woman.

I ignored Spoon man, who was already assuming the position to fight again. His resolve was tangible to stay alive, but it didn't matter. My resolve, and my blood lust, was even stronger. I also was just plain more powerful now. That ass didn't stand a chance.

I turned my back on Nnoitra and walked over to the bed where Mirella was still swaddled in blankets, but looking much better. Her warmth was returning. I could feel faint waves of it beginning to come from her.

"Are you sure that you are okay to be out?" I asked her seriously, gently stroking her cheek. I knew her ancient one was back as I could feel the swelling going down under my hand.

"Yes," she said honestly. She gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I have been assured that it is all easy recovery from here by Szayel."

I looked at the Octava who was avoiding my gaze. I focused my rieatsu at the pink haired man and held steady even when he dropped to his knees in front of me. "Your drug did this to her! You fucking faggot, I ought to have you jump in with the other jack ass to get what you deserve too!"

I felt a light touch on my arm. I felt the faint wisp of warmth, barely causing a slight tingle on my skin, but the familiarity of it calmed me a bit. I looked down to see Mirella staring up at me with the warm eyes I loved. "Grimmjow," she said softly, "I have already forgiven Szayel for his part in it. It was only because he truly had no intentions to harm me and that pills had been switched without his knowledge that this was even able to happen. Besides, if he really wanted me dead, then he wouldn't have ignored everything else he had to do to make me an antidote as quickly as possible." She gave a pointed look at Aizen, before adding in a soft but steady voice, "I forgave Aizen as well for his part in ordering that it be made."

Aizen stared back at her, determining which reaction to respond with. He finally lowered his eyes. The humility may have been false but his knitted brow showed that he did feel at least an iota of regret. Either way, her words were good enough for me, even if I still wanted to kill the scientist. I withdrew my press from Szayel.

I heard an impatient cough behind me and turned to see Nnoitra tapping his foot. I rolled my eyes at him but refocused just in time to see him leap forward, attempting to get a sneak attack in. I refocused my rieatsu in his direction again. The sheer amount of force I willed out of myself towards him effectively slammed him to the floor from his position in midair.

I let up some of the weight as I walked towards him, careful to keep myself between him and Mirella in her bed. I was sure that she was nearing, if not already at, the point where she could defend herself but I wasn't taking any risks.

"Get up!" I roared down at him. "Get up and fight like a fucking man, if you remember what that is!"

Nnoitra slowly struggled to his feet.

"Can you even raise your weapon? Are you even strong enough?"

When he made no movement besides a slight shrug which down played the effort he had to exert to complete the simple gesture. He looked at me, belligerence still on his face. This time the belligerence was mixed with fear, with apprehension, and even some panic. I'll take what I can get.

"I'm glad to see that you know it's over. I wish I could hurt you more, but you aren't even a worthy opponent. Unlike you, I don't hurt people who can't do anything about it. Goodbye, asshole." I walked to him, standing within arm's reach. "Desgarron," I stated calmly. I looked into his face, finally frozen in fear, as the streaks of pure destructive power hit their target.

I watched as his body fell at my feet and his head rolled away in the opposite direction, and turned back toward the on looking crowd. I finally allowed myself to drop the newly found shinigami form, and then reverted back to my normal form from there.

"Problem taken care of, love. I just wish I could put him through it all again. He deserves torture."

"I agree," she said seriously, "and I can give that to you." I looked at her, examining her face to figure out what she was thinking. This was not my normal, kind Mirella. She wanted vengeance just as much as I had. Just as much as I still did. Most likely even more than me.

"How can you give me another round?" I asked seriously. "I would love one, but don't strain yourself, if it comes down to that. I would prefer you healthy to making him suffer."

The next voice that came out was not hers. It was hers, I could hear it, but the painful steel mixed with the soft beautiful sound of tinkling rain was laced in. She and her counterpart seemed to be of like mind on this decision. She stated with an eerie calm, "I have not healed in eons, but I know that I can. I can heal to the point of bringing people back from the dead. I cannot fight right now because my body is too weak, but I want him to suffer like I suffered, and if you are willing to fight him then I will give him to you solely until I can join in the fighting."

I didn't know what to think of the vindictive side of my girl, but, hell, who could blame her? I looked into her eyes, trying to make sure she was serious. She met my eyes straight on. No hesitation was visible in her façade so I nodded my ascent to her plan.

"This may take a few minutes. Why don't you get a drink while I raise the dead?" The light tone and concern evident in her voice eased some of my worry about the lasting damage her ordeal could cause, even though she was still speaking with the dual voice.

I stepped over to Aizen's chair where Loly and Menoly had appeared at Aizen's summons with tea for Aizen and water for me. I idly sipped the water as I watched the proceedings with interest. Mirella slowly eased herself to sitting on the edge of the bed, aided by Halibel. I was happy to see that she was able rely very little on Halibel using mostly her own strength.

"Will someone move the head to where it's supposed to be? I think it will make this easier for me."

Giving a miniscule and incredibly rare smile, Ulquiorra trotted over to Nnoitra's head across the vast room, and brought it back to the lifeless body. He set it as it would sit were it not severed, touching the two pieces of neck together. "Will that do, woman?"

She smiled, knowing that being called woman was the closest to a compliment she would ever get from him. "That's perfect. Thank you, Ulqui." Even the stone cold Quarta couldn't help but show his faint happiness for a split second that she still had her sweet side despite the day's events. "Ok," she said with a deep breath, "everyone please stay next to the wall. I don't know how he will be when he comes to."

We all agreed, even though I was fully prepared to pounce in front of her should I need to. She seemed to be talking under her breath to herself for a few seconds before a bit of action began. I watched as sparks began to form around Nnoitra's neck, noticing that they were green. I guess a different type of flame for a different job, I thought to myself, remembering the streams of blue with orange tips that she normally used when sparring. I saw the skin start to mesh together, slowly but surely. I leaned against the wall as I waited for the next round.

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Mirella

I thought you were pretty much the god of destruction, mother dearest. You can heal now? I questioned the voice inside me, trying not to sound mean toward the spirit that obviously sustained my existence. A brief flash of memory made me think of the pain of her entry into me when I was a child. I had had to re-experience that when she reentered me today. Just as she had then, she apologized. The sorrow was evident in her voice at the pain she was causing me. Where was your… I stopped the though midway through, not wanting to offend her or make her feel bad over a situation that could not be helped.

First off, I heard the echoing voice say in a nearly playful tone, if I was to ever be a deity, I would be a goddess, thank you. I chose to live in a female for a reason. Secondly, I have always been able to heal; it's just not my forte. Third, I wish I could have healed that pain, then and now. I cannot blame you for your anger about that. I know that it was excruciating.

I rolled my eyes inwardly, enjoying her candid talk, but appreciating the seriousness behind her words. She may not admit it, and it may only be the result of her plans not being permanently fucked up, but I still got the impression that she was truly happy to be back with me. Alright then, I won't doubt you. And I am not angry about the pain, it was necessary, it just sucked. Anyways… Let's do this.

Very well. You must focus only on the task at hand. I can provide the power, but you must channel it. I know that you are fully capable of this; it is one of the reasons why I chose you. A soft tone in her harsh but melodic voice let me know that she meant this as a compliment. One more thing before we begin… I am happy to be back with you. You are more my child than my vessel by this point. In your words, my dear, 'Let's do this'.

I nodded focusing my full mind toward the lifeless body on the floor. I focused until I was in the now familiar void of my mind. Only Nnoitra and I were visible to me, but I could detect the faint swirling embers, confirming that she had joined the party. Wow, I am having a party in my head… maybe I have smoked too much weed in my life. Or would that be acid…

Focus!!

I'm sorry, I told her genuinely. I resettled my mind on the body. I saw the embers turn to green (Green? No, Mi, you have to focus!). They drifted around the body. I decided that I may as well knock out the hardest part first and focused on Spoony's severed neck, obviously the worst wound.

The embers joined together, forming small tongues of green flame as they began to bond the skin back together. The flames seemed to be stitching him back together, literally in a sewing motion, but they left no trace behind them except perfectly healed skin. When the skin of the neck was together, I tried to recall my anatomy classes to help focus on healing the inside. This seemed successful, but I stopped myself before healing his spinal cord. I didn't want the son of a bitch to wake up until I was finished.

I easily healed the gashes left by Grimmjow's claws and sword, leaving the scars, as a reminder of what was to come to him again. When this was finished, I refocused on his neck, the spinal cord being the final hurdle in the healing process.

Cover your eyes, child, came the now familiar voice.

Why? I asked simply.

The nerves and brain are the hardest to heal, and I will have to show more of myself than your eyes can handle. I will have to materialize more than normal to transfer the power of a life force. I do not want you to go blind before we have completed our mission. I must use this much power to ensure that his memory is intact. Bringing him back to life for more punishment would be futile if he doesn't remember his wrongdoings.

I understand, I told her. I managed to find my voice for a split second in order to say quickly out loud, "Everyone cover your eyes. You will most likely go blind if you don't."I delayed squeezing my eyes shut long enough to see Nnoitra's body raise to a standing position. It seemed to be lifted up by great wings made of blue and orange flame which covered barely visible feathers. Heat radiated off creating a mirage-like shimmer effect around the ridiculously tall espada. I could sense a slight disapproval at my peeking and quickly clamped my eyes shut. An intense heat that began radiating; it was hot enough to make me nearly choke on the air and give me goose bumps at the same time.

It is done. He should come back to reality in approximately 10 seconds.

Thank you, I told her softly. I let go of my void, finding a room full of Vasto Lorde with eyes clamped shut and what looked to be an instant sunburn covering all the pale skin in the room. I saw Nnoitra's animated corpse standing near the center of the room. The sight jogged me out of the slight reverie that was always left over after I visited the void.

"Its all clear," I said loudly, watching eyes slowly open. "Time is ticking! Grimmjow! Baby, it's your turn now."

Grimmjow quickly leapt over me, entering the sparring area just in time for Nnoitra's annoyingly grating voice to yell out (in true Nnoitra fashion), "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!"

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Yay! I am so happy that I managed to get the next chapter out so quickly, and I hope you are too, Readers! Did I mention that I really don't like Nnoitra? If it wasn't obvious before I am sure it is now. If you didn't get enough of the bad ass Grimmy earlier then have no fear, more is on the way. Also, even though it was introduced slightly, the Mi will join in, but she will only amp up the kicking ass. Please R&R.

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