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Chapter 9: Be His Insomniac

How long had it been? Ten minutes? Thirty? No, one hour. Or was it three? Xandra couldn't remember nor did she bother to think about it. In Hecuo Mundo, time was worthless and endless. Never standing still or speeding. Just... there. Like the moon, it was just there for show and nothing else.

Yellow eyes began to focus themselves, a sign she came out of shut down. For some reason, her body felt heavy and lifeless. Not wanting to get up and find pieces of clothes all over the place. She turned to see in surprise that Aizen was still in the room, clothed. Xandra blinked in astonishment at the display of him beside her, messy hair and all. Not knowing how to feel, the woman simply dismissed any thoughts and forced herself upright. The shifting caused the undesired attention of the ex soul reaper, brown orbs rested on her.

"What's the rush?" he asked, pretending as if this wasn't a usual thing of her to do.

Xandra rolled her eyes, too exhausted to hide the blunt rudeness of her actions "With all offense, I feel gross. So I'm outta here", she stated while casually uncovering herself from the bed sheets to pick up her uniform. Trying her best to not care of the obvious attention her exposed body might get as she got ready, that wasn't her mistake.

"That's not really how you feel, now is it Xandra?"Unguarded, it was too late for the woman to get away before Aizen stood behind her. Air caught in her throat, she spun on her heel to confront a smirking Aizen. That pissed her off.

"Yes, it is. Every second of you touching me makes my stomach turn", her tongue said in blunt hate as yellow eyes glared at him.

This only added to Aizen's entertainment, it thrilled him when she acted so rebellious. He wanted to push her, until she can't take nothing more. To completely crush her from the inside, all to make her stronger. He attempted to reach out to the woman, invoking a reaction. Oh did that happen.

Xandra smacked his hand away only to have her wrist caught before any damage could be done. She growled lowly in her breath at this, "Let go".

Aizen chuckled evilly, he lend closer into the woman to gain access to her ear "Give into it Xandra, one way or another I'll have you". His words sparked not only anger but guilt in her.

Knock Knock

He released her wrist, she let out a breath in relief in thanks for being saved. "What happened Gin?" Xandra said while opening the door to see a frowning sliver haired man. Her chest tightened, not good. Something massively bad went on if Gin came to the room and chanced disturbing them. He usually would simply wait it out until Aizen or Xandra came out, obviously it wasn't the case at this moment.

Gin paused to take in the female's appearance before speaking, "I have some troubling news I'm afraid... It seems Grimmjow has taken five other Arrancar to the World of the Living" he explained. "Kaname is retrieving them this minutes or well... who ever is left". Sarcastic amusement came from his voice.

Air paused in Xandra's throat, Gin could see the bit of panic in her eyes. She bit her lip hard to swallow her rage. That damn idiot! This was the absolute worst thing he could have possibility done! Not that Tosen going to get him makes things any better. It pained the woman to know she was right, stupid intuition.

Aizen hummed, intrigued by the actions of his Espada. Slightly predicable, since this was Grimmjow they're talking about. "What seemed to have been his motive?", he asked his Captain.

The sliver haired man hummed, "My guess is it most likely has something to do with Kurosaki, Big egos do attract. Don't ya think? " he ended with a joke.

Xandra huffed in irritation at Gin's comment as she threw the coat around her shoulders. "God damn idiots if you ask me, nothing but talk", the woman added bitterly as she only buttoned the collar to cover her neck. Xandra began walking in the direction of where Tosen was most likely to bring Grimmjow. The two males didn't protest to her attendance since Aizen would have most likely forced the Arrancar to watch anyways.

Tosen and a wounded Grimmjow stood before the tall throne pillar, Aizen there to greet them both. Blue eyes shifted to see Xandra standing inches from the brunette with her arms crossed. So, at least he wasn't the only one pissed. Fan-fucking-tastic. The Sexta slightly narrowed his eyes, hating the sight of her standing beside Aizen. However, he knew better and refrained giving into his rage. Well kinda.

"Welcome back", greeted Aizen.

Xandra wasn't even listening after that, she was just so focused on her own shame. Grimmjow and his snappy attitude wasn't helping the situation either as tention with Tosen raised. The woman too, had an issue with the other Captain and actually enjoyed how the Arrancar was talking back. Until... Her chest tightened, something was off, eyes widened in realization.

"Gri-" she didn't even have another second to finish warning Grimmjow before witnessing Tosen's actions. Her vision blurred as the image of Grimmjow's arm being severed and destroyed replayed.

"It would be wise not to interfere, Xandra" Aizen warned her directly in a volume only she would hear. Fists tightened, jaw clenched down. That was dirty, he knew how much it would kill her to not help Grimmjow. To not bring out that Zanpakuto of hers and strike Tosen back. To just listen to the Sexta's screams and watch in agony of knowing she couldn't do anything for him.

Just as Grimmjow was about to unsheathe his blade, Aizen cut in. "If you attack, I will be forced to reprimand you Grimmjow". Xandra cringed at the expression he gave, defeat.

She watched his figure storm away before her body could move. Without thinking, Xandra leaped down from the throne pillar and onto ground level. Mind set on going after Grimmjow, not paying attention to Tosen's movements as he took hold of her right arm. A strong tug stopped her, in frustration she looked behind to see a hand gripping hers tightly.

"Where do you think you're going Yechita?"asked Tosen, obviously placing Xandra under the same category as Grimmjow. Fiery and rage crept into her eyes, giving the other Captain an expression filled with enormous displeasure. And probably some hate mixed into that.

"Excuse me? Do I look like I have a number? I'm not one of your subordinates! I'm a Captain just like you, unless you're looking to be killed I suggest you get your hand off me now" voice growled lowly with venomous anger.

His grip on her tightened all the more but she didn't feel a thing, "A Captain acts with dignity and honour, which are two things you have undeniablely tarnished from your own insubordination. Making you no better than Grimmjow" out-spoke Tosen, only making Xandra narrow her yellow orbs at him.

"And what exactly are you going to do more, Tosen?", she indirectly recalled aloud that he had already publicly punishment and humiliated her before everyone in the Arena for running away.

"She's right Kaname, let her go", commanded Aizen, For once Xandra was glad for the ex-soul reaper. She knew if he really had to choose, it'd probably be Tosen but under the right situation there was no way Aizen would cast away someone like her who provided such entertainment. Secretly, she was a much more vital piece in his plan than the other Captain but he wouldn't admit that. Yet.

The dark skinned male snapped his head to Aizen "But Lord Aizen"

"Xandra was already disciplined by you in the Arena, her actions have been forgiven. I won't allow fighting amongst my dear Captains" Stated Aizen, obviously taking her side instead of Tosen's this time around.

The vexed female pulled roughly out of the man's hold, her forearm stung terribly "You should listen to him, don't want to be insubordinate now" she retorted with wicked sarcasm, a devilish smirk curled her lips. Knowing the comment would only add more fire to the vendetta against her. She didn't give either of the males times to recover a comeback before a Sonido had flashed her out of the white room.

Tosen tsked angrily, "Why Lord Aizen do you allow Xandra and her reckless actions go rampant?"

"Because Kaname, Xandra is a very special and important Arrancar in my plans. She's the key to my future"

All her mind focused on was reaching the Sexta quickly as possible. Her body screamed in agony that he needed her, cursing Tosen. Xandra lost precious minutes on that petty outburst of his. Yellow eyes spotted droplets of crimson that trailed until she had reached his room. Her chest tightened as she heard frustrated shouts, cursing and objections being thrown but that didn't matter. The small fear of Grimmjow's rage didn't matter. she pushed it aside.

Xandra cracked open his door with confidence, slowing opening it until inside. "Grimmjow?" she called, voice echoed in the partially emptied room. Within seconds, she was harshly engulfed into the darkness and slammed against the door hard. A whimper of pain escaped her lips as she was greeted with an extremely wrathful Sexta, breath lost.

Grimmjow's body trapped her against the door, his arm pulled back to punch a fist at her head just inches away "Where the fuck have you been woman?" he demanded in anger, expression mixed with agony and fury. "Where in the fuck were you! Why didn't you come and fuckin' stop me!"

Xandra's expression mirrored his agony, she didn't know what to do. This had never happened, it was always her in pain and suffering. This was completely unknown territory for both of them, especially Grimmjow who faced great lose and humiliation. Huh, so this is how she felt.

Her mouth felt dry as she parted her quivering lips, "I...". Shame smashed into her, eating away at whatever was left. Xandra knew something was wrong, she felt it and yet half assed rejected Aizen. Guilty that while she was doing unspeakable things, all of Grimmjow's Fraccion were defeated and killed.

"Answer me damn it!" He yelled in a demanded, fist punched the door again. That one made her flinch out of the self pity, vision shifted to his pained eyes. Now seeing the blood on his forehead, how cold sweat had drenched the Espada, a stream slid down the side of his face.

Xandra's voice cracked, trying to find words to explain something he already knew. She bit her lip, unable to say it "We- We should take care of your wounds Grimmjow" the woman said in a low voice, her hand reached out to the crimson soaked teared portion of where his arm existed moments ago. Bad choice.

"Oh you'll take fuckin' care of me alright" he snarled with wicked intentions as his remaining arm hooked itself under the buttoned collar of Xandra's uniform, ripping it downward in a one swift slash, exposing her bear coloured skin and destroying the white uniform.

She gasped with wide eyes at his actions but he didn't give her much time to protests. Lips smashed hard, making her melt from the intensity. Both descended into a rageful lust. Xandra allowed the rough treatment, surrendered by wrapping her arms around his neck. Grimmjow surprised but not caring for her compliance, snaked his only arm around her waist to hoist her up, pinning the woman against his hips roughly. Xandra enclosed his waist with shaky legs in reflex, her body shivered with a masochistic thrill. Neither showed signs of pulling away from their aggressive kisses, only heads twisting and turning in hopes to deepen it all the more.

Heat raised in her body, things only got all the more violent as the Sexta bit down onto her neck. Xandra let a groan escape her lips from the sting, fingers finding themselves laced into blue hair. Blood flowed from the force of his jaw, his tongue roughly licking the damage he caused. She tugged on his locks, earning an irritated growl from Grimmjow. A husky breath in her ear sent more chills down her spin, "This is your fucking fault woman". He felt her tremble under his hold but he didn't care. He just wanted to take out all his anger and she was the victim.

Glad this wasn't her first time but it was with this amount of roughness. Xandra softened her eyes, arms around his tightened "Do your worst" she accepted her fate in a weak whisper in his ear. It's alright, she'll take responsibility for this. She'll be the blame, if it was for him, she'll do it. Relieve him of his own suffering, even if it kills her. Hm, so this is what Xalia meant.

For some odd reason, they couldn't have been more in sync as they are now. Their bodies seemingly mirrored the other, achieving immense pleasure from such violent motions. Grimmjow only forcing the space between their bodies to remain closed as much as possible. Causing her to dug nails into his hard skin each time he imposed the aggressive affection. She wasn't sure what it could be, the thought quickly escaped her mind. Xandra didn't want to think, she just wanted to feel. Huh, emotions are troublesome.

The sounds of panting filled the room, both still in the same position as when the violent ordeal began. Her arms and legs seemed undesired to unravel themselves but neither did his arm. Apart of Xandra didn't want him to stop, she wanted more. That was just her own selfishness talking. Grimmjow's forehead rested in the junction of her shoulder, his mind unclouding from the overloaded wrath. He started to feel the agonizing effects from Tosen and that weak Soul Reaper's attacks again, slight dizziness creeping up. He tsked, realizing the urgency of his wounds. The Sexta, while keeping Xandra in his hold, moved to the arm chair on the opposite side of the room. She held on tightly, feeling his fatigued.

As Grimmjow dropped on the comfortable cushions, he tilted his head back, a relieved sigh past his lips. The woman slowly sat up, straddling the male. He noticed her yellow eyes were on his nonexistent arm and the undone bandages that failed to cover his torso after their activities. A gentle hand hesitantly landed on the bloodied area, taking away his pain. Grimmjow never knew how the woman managed to do that, it used to piss him off all the time. Thinking it was weak to have his aggression taken like that but now he just sees it as her way of healing. Something only Xandra does for Grimmjow exclusively.

"Better?", she asked in a soft tone as her hand pulled away.

He scowled, "It's bearable" fingers dug into the chair, his expression showed vengeful anguish of the situation.

Xandra sighed to herself "I need to treat the wound, it's really bad" she stated while getting off the Sexta. 'And clean myself up...', Xandra thought to herself.

"No shit", he retorted under his breath. She heard that.

The woman rolled her eyes. He saw that, "I saw that".

She snickered weakly while making her way to his bathroom "No shit" Xandra scoffed at his comment in a low voice. He just huffed to himself.

Grimmjow scanned the appearance of his woman as she walked away, taking in the reality of what destruction he inflected on her. Xandra's coat and mid-drift top both ripped straight down the middle, revealing cleavage galore. He had even torn the top portion of her pants, conveniently. Not that he's sorry nor regrets it. Hell no. It's more of a why. Why would she allow him to treat her in such a manner? Doesn't she know how terrible he is for her? He's mean, cruel, bloodthirsty and unforgiving. All the things woman should run from but she's still here. Well okay, he had to drag her ass back once, that one doesn't count though.

Shouldn't the answer be obvious?

His thoughts were interrupted when Xandra came back with bandages only. Seeing the confusion on his handsome features "Sit on the bed, it'll be easier for me" the woman ordered in a soft tone, hand placed the white cloth on the bed.

"Fine", Grimmjow and his stubborn self decided to listen to her request, getting up to move without a single complaint.

Dizziness instantly bombarded the Arrancar, feeling as if he might fall. Xandra flashed to his side without a thought, placing her frame under his arm. "For someone who lost a lot of blood you sure had a good amount of energy earlier" she commented in a taunt as she helped the Espada towards the bed.

He snickered "Brave eh? Let's see how that smart that mouth of yours is when I'm not bleeding out" retorted the male with cockiness as he carefully eased himself onto the bed, Xandra let out a small giggle.

Grimmjow watched as the giggle turned into a nervous sigh. "So here's the hard part" she said, hands grabbing onto the remainder of his jacket, "This needs to come off..."

He arched his brow in frustration, hand turned in the opposite direction of the wound "Just hurry the hell up".

Xandra didn't question his compliance and ever so gently began to peel off damaged fabric. Letting it slid down to reveal what she was working with. Anxiety made her stomach turn, she gulped lowly before inching closer for inspection.

A hum past her lips "This will heal but there will be major scarring", the woman said aloud "She should be able to it".

Purposely distracting Grimmjow with words, blue eyes rested on her in question. "What do you mean her?" he asked in pure curiosity.

Xandra smirked mournfully, he couldn't comprehend her expression. What the Sexta did know was this same face she showed only happened specifically with one person. Her sister. Come to think of it, Grimmjow didn't know much about Xalia other than a couple facts: the girl was Xandra's younger sister, that she had been a soul reaper, Delancey's necklace had belonged to Xalia and something about them being linked to Aizen. She never truly opened up to him about what happened that day so many years ago. Not that Xandra didn't want to, it was... hard. Even trying to explain how she doesn't have any hollow features anywhere on her body is tough.

The coloured Arrancar positioned her hand as if to summon her Zanpakuto as usual. However instead of the right side, she used the left. A red hilt appeared in substitution of a royal blue one. "What the hell? Since when did you have two?" he said in question aloud. This spectacle had Grimmjow genuinely surprised and she could see that.

"It was my sister's... the whole situation is" she paused "complicated to explain", Xandra unsheathed the weapon with extreme care. "Althea, do me this favour please" she asked and Althea glowed red.

Xandra looked to Grimmjow as she brought the edge of the blade inches from his missing arm "Don't move suddenly and it shouldn't hurt".

The Sexta watched in astonishment at how his wounds lit in the same red as Althea, slowly shrinking as a result of the healing. His woman couldn't get any more powerful. Could she? He had never heard anyone being able to control two Zanpakuto when one is already... overwhelmingly effective.

Once Althea was finished and the red glow had disappeared, Xandra retreated the blade from Grimmjow. Before sheathing Althea back, the woman planted a small kiss on her metal "Thank you Althea", she thanked the Zanpakuto, as it faded away into hiding.

The woman could see the Sexta questioning her was from the display with Althea, "Don't ask... Do you feel a bit better?" she asked to avoid explanations, yellow orbs looked to him with concern.

His jaw tightened, a bitter feeling settled in him "Doesn't fucking matter". Grimmjow admitted sourly, hand gripping onto the sheets in frustration of his situation. She bit her bottom lips, not knowing what else to do for him. A sigh left her lips in surrender, perhaps there's nothing more she can do. Maybe he needs some alone time? That could be it. A coldness signaled it was time for a change of clothing too, since her uniform is beyond repair.

"I'm gonna go", she declared in a soft voice, making the Sexta's attention land on her and off his distress. He rose a brow at her, "Go where?".

The woman rolled her eyes, "Ant-fucking-artica. No, to my room smartass, where else would I go?" snapped Xandra, voice oozing with sarcasm.

Only making his expression all the more bewildered, "You aren't thinking of going to out in your current state like an idiot".

Xandra crossed her arms in annoyance, "Then whose clothes do you suggest I wear Grimmjow? Delancey's wouldn't fit me!" She complained with attitude.

His smirk widened into that cocky grin he usually wears, "Mine". She blinked at the words, cheeks turned feverish from blushing, "And why the hell would I do that?" the woman continued to be stubbornly difficult, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Oh he had an answer for her alright, he snickered "Like I want to give those bastards a reason to want what's mine". Grimmjow watched as Xandra shivered from his bold words, that should definitely set her right. He could see the stubbornness giving into the temptation of what was offered. An easy win. An easy distraction.

"... I guess that's a good reason" Admit the woman while blushing all the more, the idea of getting spotted like this by someone she likes the least... Shiver.

Xandra shook her head in dismissal of the random thoughts, "So~ I gonna change now" she stated aloud, body spun to the direction of his closet.

"Go alright ahead and take your sweet time"He said mischievously, that grin seemingly never fading. The Sexta liked to see Xandra all frantic and embarrassed because she hardly ever is or was. Her eyes narrowed at him and his devilish expression but shrugged it off. What was there to be embarrassed about? She's been naked in front of him before, lots of times actually. All she has to do is change, geez... Well... she could have fun with it.

Xandra's lips curled with a smirk matching his, "Oh I'll take my time". The woman's voice filled with seduction. Back facing the Espada, hands slowly slid under the fabric. Clothes dropped from her shoulder, bunching up on her arms. Revealing an exotic coloured back, the display made him want her all the more. Completely allowing the throbs of his missing arm become absent from the mind. Xandra, hoped to continue being his getaway. Her right arm tensed up, a sharp pain caused the woman to flinch. She looked to see a giant bruise shaped similar to a hand print, beginning to heal as it was black and blue. Yellow eyes flashed with confusion, wondering when her arm had gotten hurt. Xandra didn't think it could have been caused by the Sexta's violence, he didn't grab her right side.

She bit her lip in anger, remembering that Tosen had laid hands on her. Unfortunately, Xandra's little show was quite the tempting distraction until Grimmjow zeroed in on her right arm. "What is it?" he asked, picking up the frantic change in her mood.

"It's nothing" she retorted instantly in hopes to dismiss the topic but he wasn't having that. He was going to find out what idiot would hard to place a mark on what is his. A death wish in order. No one touches what is his. No one.

He scoffed "Bullshit it's nothing Xandra, I know you better than that" Grimmjow with his energy restored, got up from the bed and approached his woman.

She kept her back to him, left hand covering the horrible bruise or at least tried to. Not interested in dealing with her reluctance, he took hold of her hand "Let me see it" he harshly demanded. Xandra fought him back to keep the mark unseen, she groaned in detest "No! Just leave it alone Grimmjow!".

He growled in irritation, "Let me fuckin' see it woman!", a hard pull on her wrist achieved his goal to reveal the enormous black and blue on skin. Rage quickly began to settle in his chest again, his grip tightened on her wrist.

A frowned appeared on his lips, not believing such a terrible fingerprinted bruise was what his eyes witnessed on Xandra's body. He released her wrist, "Who the hell did this?" asked Grimmjow, his tone filled with something unknown to Xandra. Almost sounding like he cared.

Yellow eyes softened, her released hand gently glided over the hurt skin, an annoyed expression on her features "Tosen... he grabbed me when I tried to follow you"

The sound of the Captain's name coming out her lips set Grimmjow off, this was the second time Tosen laid hands on Xandra. An outburst of possessiveness urged the Sexta to clap his jaw around the bruises, making her flinch. The pressure was enough to draw blood from her hard skin, his tongue lapping up the red droplets and the wound. Xandra hissed from the stinging, turning to face him, not caring about her nakedness. "Grimmjow! That fucking hurts! The hell is with you and biting me?" she snapped, referring to her already bitten neck from their earlier activities.

Stunning blue orbs invaded her yellow ones, "Because no way in hell are you to get marked by anyone but me idiot" he bluntly declared, making Xandra's cheek flush with pink.

Her hand gently caressed his facial bone fragment, she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Affection wasn't either party's thing but when it happened it could make a heart stop. Or start.

"Well, I guess you better make sure I remain yours" Xandra taunted with a faint smirk, knowing it would spark his ego. That's what he needed right now, an ego boost and she was more than willing to provide that.

He grinned wickedly, "That's not very smart of you Xandra, testin' me like that. I always get what I want".