Here is Chapter Five! I apologise for having taken so long to finish it but I've had an absolutely hectic week followed by continuous writer's block. But finally I've done it! Hope you will all enjoy it as much as I have writing it (finally). And also a massive thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, your comments have been most heart warming and I've taken into account any ideas you have come up with! Now, on with Chapter Five!
WARNING: Yaoi scenes of a sexual nature and only a little bit non-consensual.
Scenes of a mild violent nature towards the end.
Chapter Five: To Hueco Mundo:
The group assembled before two of the largest rock formations in the underground room of Urahara's Shop as its own stood upon one of the large beams protruding from said rocks.
Tensa and Shirosaki positioned themselves just behind Byakuya who, after a short argument with the duo, was going to lead the way through the Garganta.
Urahara put away his fan and looked down at the group of people, "Okay everyone, I am going to open the path to Hueco Mundo now." he called down.
With a nod Urahara knelt down and pressed the base of his cane onto the beam of wood and made a fist around the handle of the walking stick, "My right hand is the stone that bridges worlds-" his fisted hand began to glow pale blue as he spoke, "-My left hand is the blade that binds reality. The black haired Sheppard is hung from the chair, stratus clouds come, and I strike down the ibis!"
As soon as he finished the chant, there was a crackle of energy and abruptly the space between the two rocks snapped open into an oval abyss, beyond which was a large black expanse.
"This is the hole Arrancar use to get to and from Hueco Mundo… The Garganta." He told them, "There are not set paths inside, only the constant turbulent flow of spirit particles. I must ask you to make your own path from these particles. You should reach Hueco Mundo if you head straight through the darkness."
Tensa and Shirosaki looked up at Urahara when he finished speaking, "Got it." Tensa said before pausing to think, "Urahara-san… Ichigo would probably be furious if he thought everyone was leaving his family in danger so… Please take care of them until he returns."
"… I understand." He replied.
He nodded and looked ahead towards the hole, and glanced at Byakuya. The captain noticed his stare and inclined his head slightly before leaping off the floor and towards the Garganta with the others behind him.
Once they were all inside the dark hole, the entrance sealed shut behind them, Byakuya formed a wide, very straight path with small walls running either side; Shirosaki rolled his eyes at this very Byakuya styled spectacle.
Byakuya's eye, however, was caught by the surfboard style path upon which Ishida was travelling on with Inoue, "What is that thing?" he asked in an unamused tone of voice.
Ishida looked around at him with a very small smirk, "I'm just using a variation of Hirenkyaku… This is nothing." He replied before continuing along with one arm looped protectively around Inoue's waist to prevent her falling off.
Byakuya felt a nerve pulse in his temple at the younger man's indiscretion but set it aside and resumed running ahead and creating a pathway for the rest of the group.
After what felt like a lifetime a bright light was seen up ahead, with increased speed the group shot towards it and emerged on the other side, bursting through a thick wall and all collapsing in a heap one on top of the other, with Rukia perched on the very top.
Once they were all untangled they looked around at their location. They appeared to have been relatively lucky and were outside upon the sands, surrounded by the vast desert and black sky.
Tensa and Shirosaki looked around before looking in the direction of the colossal white palace in the distance.
"So… This is Hueco Mundo." Tensa murmured.
"'Nd tha's Las Noches. It looks so… abandoned…" Shiro murmured, he looked at the Zanpakto spirit suddenly, "Can ya still turn int'a Zanpakto?" he asked curiously.
Tensa looked back at him and stared for a moment, "I… I don't know. I hadn't thought of that."
With a roll of his eyes and a loud sigh Shirosaki slapped him around the back of the head, "Well give it'a try! I can still use ya after all." He told him.
"Of course you can… Why didn't I think of that before?" He sighed before closing his eyes and glowing slightly before he morphed into the black katana form of Ichigo's bankai.
"Brilliant!" Shiro grinned as he twirled the katana experimentally.
'Stop swinging me around like that!' Tensa's voice sounded like it was being called down a long tunnel and made Shirosaki chuckle, 'I mean it! If you don't treat me properly I'll beat you into next week!'
"Alright, alright… Chill out." He grumbled and squeezed the hilt of the Zanpakto.
'Eeeeeeek! Don't squeeze!' Tensa squeaked, 'Do you have ANY idea what part of my anatomy that was?'
"Huh? So… you wouldn't like it much if I did this?" he asked as he slowly ran his fingers up and down the blade of the Zanpakto.
'Stooooooopppppp! Shiro! Stop it pleeease!'
Shirosaki smirked slightly; he could almost see Tensa squirming in his mind and made a mental note to repeat this torture at a more convenient time.
"Right…" Byakuya said, giving the albino a queer look before looking at the rest of the group, "At least from here we can get a good idea of how big this place is…"
"Its huge… Its throwing off my sense of direction…" Chad murmured in his usual rumble from the back of the huddle.
"Yet it's unlikely there is anywhere else they could hide Kurosaki." Byakuya countered.
"Well… We should run for it. The faster we are the less likely we'll be drawn into any unwanted fights." Ishida pointed out.
Byakuya glanced at him but nodded in agreement, "Yes… That is true." He agreed and instantly broke into a gentle, at least it was for him, flash-step.
Grimmjow strolled across the bridge and pushed open the door to Ichigo's room again; he shut it behind him and smirked as he watched the substitute shinigami stretching. He tilted his head slightly and licked his lips as he stalked up behind him and curled an arm around him from behind.
Ichigo jumped and his breath hitched as he felt someone pressing against him and wriggled slightly, "W… what the… G… Get off me!" he exclaimed before finding a hand clamped over his mouth. He squirmed slightly and elbowed the perpetrator repeatedly but to no avail, "What are you doing?" he cried out.
The blue haired Espada smirked slightly and guided Ichigo towards the sofa and bent him forwards over it, "Quit struggling… Shinigami." He hissed against his ear and felt the orange haired death god freeze.
"G… Grimmjow… W… What… Are you doing here?" he gasped out, whimpering as he felt the other grinding against him "Grimmjow stop it!"
Grimmjow merely smirked wider and slid his free hand down the front of the other's white hakama and rolled his palm against him firmly until he felt the movement of his member stirring at the contact, "Relax shinigami… We both know you like it rough… I can't imagine Aizen giving it any other way after all…"
He whined quietly and felt his legs shake slightly as he hardened against his hand and hung his head, panting slightly as the Espada continued to grind against his backside, "G… Grimmjow…" he moaned out suddenly.
A large feral grin stretched over the blue haired panthers' face and he untied the smaller man's hakama and tugged it down until it was pooled around his feet; he unlaced his own hakama and kicked it aside, yanking down their underwear at the same time and pressing skin to skin against Ichigo's unprotected and uncovered rear.
With a stream of embarrassed whines and moans Ichigo pressed back against him, his cheeks burning dark red as he felt a pair of large hands cupping his cheeks and spreading them slightly. He gasped and balling his hands around the sofa arm.
Grimmjow bit his lip and leaned back, looking him over before leaning down over him and biting his ear firmly. He groaned loudly and thrusted forwards suddenly, sheathing himself inside the smaller male.
Ichigo wailed at the sudden intrusion and tensed around him, crying out and falling slightly limp over the edge of the sofa. He panted heavily and shook beneath Grimmjow as he tried to relax around him and sank his teeth into his bottom lip, so hard that he drew blood.
Groaning at how tight the orange haired man was around him, Grimmjow gripped his hips, "Shit… loosen up Shinigami…" he ground out breathlessly as he started rocking his hips against him; he gripped his waist even tighter and dug his nails in slightly as he yanked him back onto him repeatedly.
The substitute shinigami cried out constantly, and bucked his hips against him each time he was yanked back, his eyes watered slightly but he couldn't help but moan as Grimmjow smashed into the sensitive nerves inside of him.
Before long he felt that same knot in his stomach as he had when he had been in Aizen's bed, he scratched at the white material of the futon underneath him and arched his back as his muscles rippled around Grimmjow suddenly and he felt himself release. He collapsed down against the arm of the futon and jolted as the blue haired Espada continued to plough into him before he thrusted deeper than before and froze in place, spilling into him abruptly and resting down against his back.
Ichigo waited, panting heavily, for Grimmjow to pull away and laugh at him for being so weak and willing, neither of which he really was. He just figured if he agreed he might not have the crap beaten out of him. Ichigo was surprised however when Grimmjow took much longer to pull back, he whined as he finally unsheathed from inside him.
He straightened up slowly and pulled his underwear and hakama up, tying the latter again before he slowly looked around at Grimmjow. He gasped in shock as he was yanked against him and kissed firmly. He moaned softly against his lips and raked a hand through his hair; pulling back after several minutes with flushed cheeks and slightly bruised lips.
Grimmjow grinned widely at him and sat down on the sofa, pulled Ichigo down with him, he laid out across the two-seater and forced Ichigo to lay beside him. The substitute shinigami swallowed and felt his nose crinkle as he was pressed against the Espada, wanting nothing more than to rip himself away, kick Grimmjow out on his ass; spend several hours under a burning hot water flow and try to block this latest belittlement out of his mind until he could cope with it.
A loud snore tore Ichigo from his thoughts and he looked up at the Espada with wide eyes. He barely dared to breath in case he woke the sleeping vasto lordes. He swallowed and slowly looked around towards the door, his eyes widening further as he saw it was on the latch.
He felt a tremble of excitement run through him suddenly and he slowly, ever so slowly, untangled himself from the hollow and snatch on his socks and sandals before creeping towards the door. He swallowed and pulled the handle gently, his face lighting up as it opened.
Without any further hesitation he pulled the door open and ran out of the room as fast as his legs would carry him, glancing out over the edge of the bridge experimentally but faltering as he saw it was hundreds of feet off the floor. He ran across the bridge and through to the next room. He swallowed and skidded to a stop as he came face to face with three different routes he could take.
"What the hell is this place?" he asked himself quietly, not even remembering this fork pathing from when he had been taken to see Aizen the other day. He swallowed nervously and glanced back towards the bridge, knowing he couldn't turn back.
He looked forwards again and sucked in a breath, wishing more than ever he had his Zanpakto and hollow. He balled a fist and ran down the middle path, following the straight corridor.
Panting heavily after about twenty minutes of straight running he felt a bead of sweat roll from his hairline and down the side of his face. His eyes flying wide as he felt a familiar reiatsu, yet not one which he had felt many times before.
He felt a wave of panic wash over him as the reiatsu got much closer, very quickly. He sucked in a nervous breath, also feeling a tinge of anger at himself for being so afraid of being caught and captured.
He ran faster, pumping his arms to help him move at a greater speed. He skidded around corner, banging into the wall before sprinting as far away from the mass of reiatsu as he possibly could.
He glanced behind him again as the reiatsu disappeared and felt a small sense of relief as he slowed slightly to a jog and looked frontwards again. His eyes flew wide as he ran into the soaring form of the fifth Espada, Nnoitra.
"What do ya think yer doin' Kurosaki?" he asked with a grin and a waggle of his eyebrow.
"…" He swallowed and took a staggering step back only to be grabbed by his hair and hauled up to his height, he spluttered and felt his eyes smart in pain, "L… let go…" he whimpered, wincing as his grip merely tightened.
Ichigo was thrown around suddenly by his hair and slammed into the wall; Nnoitra clasped a hand over Ichigo's face, lifted him into the air and smashed him into the floor; leaving a large crater around him where he had landed.
Ichigo spat blood from his mouth as he hit the floor, feeling his head crack painfully against the marble-like material. His vision went woozy and he let out a long pained groan as he was pummelled by large fists in his ribs, stomach, and face and groin repeatedly.
'T… Te…nsa… Sh…iro…'
Meanwhile, flash-stepping across the sands of Hueco Mundo Tensa and Shirosaki both came to a sudden halt; wearing the same pained expressions and flinching every so often as though being hit by an imaginary enemy.
Byakuya and the others also came to a stop and looked around at the pair in confusion, "What's wrong?" he asked calmly.
"I… Ichigo…" Tensa winced again and let out a small gasp of pain, his head snapping around as Shiro collapsed on the floor, seemingly unconscious, "He… ARGH!" he dropped to his knees and held his stomach, panting heavily and balling his free hand in the sand beneath him, "He… He… is being… Hurt… Badly..." he forced out, the ground spinning as his head started throbbing, "He… Nnnh… He's being… Beaten to a pulp…"
There was a silence from the rest of the group as the Zanpakto finished speaking and continued grunting and randomly crying out in pain.
"Kurosaki-kun… We should hurry to help him!" Inoue piped up suddenly.
Ishida looked around at her as she spoke and sighed inwardly at her naivety, "Inoue… Anyone capable of beating Kurosaki is more than capable of wiping all of us out in one fell swoop… Only Kuchiki Byakuya would stand a chance against him… Maybe Abarai at a stretch…"
She faltered and held her hands close to her chest, "All the same! Kurosaki-kun… He needs our help! He wouldn't hesitate to rush to any of our aids no matter what the danger was! He would try to help even if it meant getting himself hurt! Kuchiki-san… You know that better than anyone else!" she exclaimed and looked at Rukia expectantly.
Rukia stared for a moment as Inoue spoke, knowing instantly that she was correct; Ichigo, that blundering selfless fool, what put himself in danger to save anyone one of the people present. She nodded, "We have to help him." She agreed and looked at her brother who simply nodded.
Renji walked over to the collapsed hollow spirit and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder and winced under his weight; at the same time Chad moved over to Tensa and scooped him up.
"I… I can walk!" he protested.
"Ichigo will need you to be strong." Chad argued passively.
Tensa faltered at this simple statement and was beaten by it, "Very well."
Aizen looked down at the black and blue lump on the floor at his feet and his eyes flicked up to Nnoitra who swallowed heavily. He stood up and rolled Ichigo onto his back, checking the younger man over quickly before he stood up again and looked coolly at the fifth Espada.
"Who gave you orders to beat our guest Nnoitra?" he asked very calmly.
"N… No one… Aizen-sama…" he replied stiffly, knowing the calmer Aizen was when something had gone wrong, the angrier he was.
"Then why… Nnoitra… Is our guest half dead on my floor?" he asked in the same deadly composed voice.
There was a moment's hesitation.
"He… was tryin' to escape… Aizen-sama…" he replied.
"I see." He turned away and paced slowly, "So you decided to track him down from the other side of Las Noches so you could stop him escaping?" he asked.
"Uh… Yes…"
The back of Aizen's hand met the side of Nnoitra's face firmly and forced his head to twist sideways sharply. Then Aizen flash-stepped to the intercom on the wall and buzzed it, "Ulquiorra. My room now. Bring reiatsu suppressant cuffs with you."
Nnoitra faltered and watched him in shock, "A… Aizen-sama! He was tryin' to escape! I did this for you!"
"And yet I still consider it a sin." He said firmly, looking around at him slowly, "You will be punished for it."
Ulquiorra pushed the door open slowly, eyes darting from Aizen to Ichigo unconscious and badly beaten to the towering form of Nnoitra stood beside Ichigo, "Aizen-sama." He greeted with an inclination of his head.
"Take Nnoitra to the cells Ulquiorra." He replied and turned to face the fifth Espada, "He can be released when I say."
"Yes Aizen-sama." He replied and with a crack of sonido appeared behind Nnoitra, pinning his hand behind his back and slapping the reiatsu suppressant cuffs on him; with another crack they were gone, leaving only Aizen and an unconscious substitute shinigami.
Aizen sighed and looked down at the orange haired male, "Hmm… So you tried to escape… About time." He smirked and lifted him up, tying his wrists together and stringing him up from the ceiling using chains and watching him dangle in his comatose state, "Now then… Let's see how your friends are doing shall we Kurosaki-kun."
He sat down and turned on the large screen which took up a whole wall in his front room, he rested his chin on the back of his hand and chuckled as he watched the Zanpakto spirit and the hollow pass out, he glanced at Ichigo before looking back at the screen, "Interesting… It would appear that their link is rekindling. Perhaps it is due to them getting closer in proximity to each other again… Hmm no… They were close to each other in the World of the Living… It must be something else then." He paused to think and tapped his temple rhythmically, "His reiatsu is sealed… But that's not to say he couldn't use it if he really tried. Those cuffs could never fully stop his reiatsu. Hmm… Kurosaki Ichigo… You continue to amuse me. That is very good… For you at least."