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Chapter 15
We All Want Something
Blinking her eyes to keep them focused Sayomi hissed at the pain in her shoulder when Grimmjow continued trying to pull her along like a rag doll. "I can walk," she snapped bitterly as she kicked him roughly in the side.
"Bitch," he growled, releasing as he was pushed away from her. He attempted to attack her, but was stopped by Ulquiorra's outstretched arm.
"Enough," the green eyed man stated monotonously making Sayomi wonder if he really was capable of speaking in any other way but the same bored tone.
"Did you really have to go so far as to punching a hole in my shoulder?" Sayomi demanded angrily, wincing when the added effort of anger made a spasm of pain lance through her chest.
The emotionless man didn't respond. He simply placed his hands casually in his pockets. Sayomi and Grimmjow both growled at the man as he walked coolly away from them both. Sayomi because of his lack of response, Grimmjow because he didn't know that she had been in on her own kidnapping.
"You didn't fucking say she knew," Grimmjow shouted.
"It wasn't any of your concern. Your orders were to retrieve her with as little damage to her as possible."
"So he isn't supposed to hurt me, but you can?" Sayomi inquired blandly.
"Yes."
"Is he always like this?" Sayomi asked Grimmjow.
Grimmjow grunted in reply.
"Articulate, aren't you?" Sayomi taunted before coughing and hacking up a stream of blood that she spat out with disgusted grimace.
"Weak, aren't you?" Grimmjow jeered, smirking as Sayomi growled while wiping the blood from her chin.
"Don't underestimate me, you blue haired freak. I'll rip you to shreds," Sayomi growled, ignoring the blood that was streaming from her should and down her arm from where her hand was attempting to keep the blood from flowing, with little success.
"You don't scare me, woman."
"Would you two stop your bickering? We're almost there," Ulquiorra cut in, emotionless and bland as usual.
"I'm going to kill that bastard," Sayomi and Grimmjow growled at the same time before exchanging quick glares.
A small bright white light could be seen not far in the distance, it was getting larger with every step they took until the three stepped into a long white hallway. Ulquiorra started down the path to the right and both her and Grimmjow followed without question. When he stopped in front of a door that blended into the wall Sayomi nearly ran into his back. She managed to stop herself in time but cursed under her breath, earning her a cold look from Ulquiorra and a snicker from Grimmjow.
"We just might get along," Grimmjow said with a grin.
"Maybe. We do want to brutally murder the same person at the moment," she replied with a sweet smile as she looked at Ulquiorra.
"This is your room, stay here until I retrieve you later. If you leave I'm not responsible for your safety," Ulquiorra said, pushing the white stone door open to reveal a large room with amazingly white walls.
"You guys sure like white, don't you?" She observed dully as she stepped into the room, the door shutting with a quiet grinding noise behind her.
Looking around she noted that the room was indeed quite large. There was a black couch and two black chairs around a black table in the center of the room a few yards from the door. Beyond that was a doorway that lead into another chamber, walking into that she noticed it was a bedroom and there was a bathroom off to the right. The bed was positioned under the large rectangular window in the back of the room, the sheets were the only thing in the room that weren't black or white. Instead they were a deep blue like the night sky. On either side of the bed were small white tables, and there was also a black changing screen set up in the right corner by the bathroom door with a small closet behind it.
"Welcome home," she mumbled as she made her way into her bathroom to clean and attempt to heal her wound.
"Hm," she mused when she heard a soft knock on the door before it creaked open.
"Himura-sama?" A quiet female voice called. "Aizen-sama asked that I heal your wounds for you."
"Come in," she called in reply as she met the girl at the entrance to her bedroom. The girl had short, choppy brown hair and the same color eyes set into her pale face. She was taller than Sayomi, which wasn't a surprise, but only by a few inches. She was thin and wore a blue over coat instead of the white she had seen on all other Arrancar so far.
"It may be best to clean it in the bathroom so as to avoid getting blood on anything else," the small girl said as she rose from her bow.
Sayomi nodded and led the way into her bathroom. She sat on the small stool that was pushed under a vanity in the outer room where her sinks were as the girl proceeded to clean and heal the wound on her arm and the small cut to her throat. Her stomach was sore and bruised, but there wasn't much to be done about that.
"I can bandage it myself," Sayomi said when the girl tried to bandage her shoulder. The girl tried to protest, but Sayomi stood from the stool and took the roll of bandages from her hands. "Thank you for your help." She said before turning away and heading through the door on the left. It led to a large white bathtub and a separate shower stall that was walled in with sheets of glass.
Turning the hot water on she let the tub fill with water before discarding her bloody clothes and climbing into the steamy pool.
"Hey woman! Get up! Aizen-sama wants to see you," Grimmjow yelled obnoxiously, barging through Sayomi's door and stepping inside without bothering to knock. He breezed through her living area and straight into her bed chamber where she was lying on her bed.
She lifted her head from a soft pillow and gazed at him through her icy blue eyes. "You should knock next time, or I might mistake you for cat food."
"Hn. You couldn't beat me if you tried," he replied pridefully, grinning sadistically.
"I'll take that as a challenge and say that I accept," she said as she stood up from the blue covered bed and walked through her room past Grimmjow before stopping before the door leading to the hallway. She looked back at him to see he was staring at her, his eyes roaming her body hungrily.
She was wearing a high necked halter top, the entire back was gone, but there were strips of white and black lace twisted together spaced across her back to keep it from revealing anything that shouldn't be. The shirt fell to her waist leaving a small gap between it and what looked to be a short pleated skirt, but was in fact just hakama that had been cut to be much shorter, they were secured with a black lace obi. She wore black socks that rose over her knees and a pair of white sandals. Her bracelet was on her right wrist as always, and her hair was left down and helped to hide the red skin that she hadn't bothered to bandage. Wounds were an everyday thing for a Soul Reaper, it didn't matter to her if anyone saw them.
"If you continue to stare at me like I'm your next meal..I'll kill you," she said icily, her hair whipping around her shoulders as a frigid wind stirred the air around her. Without another word she turned from Grimmjow and walked into the hall.
"Lost?" Grimmjow asked through his grin as he stepped out of the room and stood behind Sayomi.
Sayomi barely came to his chest so when she turned to glare at him she grunted at the fact she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye.
"How's the weather down there?" He asked.
"Actually I just forgot something," she said before stepping around him and back into the room. She reappeared a moment later looking the same as she had except a little taller. She was now wearing black heeled boots that stopped just below her knees and laced in the back with white ribbon. "Now I'm ready."
Grimmjow chuckled at her before leading the way down the hall.
"We've been walking for fifteen minutes," Sayomi pointed out in haughty sigh.
"And?" Grimmjow grunted.
"Everything looks the same."
"You get used to it. We're almost there, come on, I'll get us there real quick."
Before she had a chance to voice her objections, Grimmjow grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close to his body, and sped off down the hall. She could hear a strange static like sound as they ran and she found it to be rather annoying. Flash stepping was much better in her opinion than the sonido of the arrancar.
Sayomi growled to show her displeasure with the fact that Grimmjow seemed to be enjoying the closeness of their bodies. "Put me down, now, unless you'd like to lose your other arm," she spat.
"Your temper is bigger than you are. You sure you can see it from down there?"
Grimmjow grunted as Sayomi forced his arm over her head before flipping him on to his back on the white floor. She stomped her heeled foot down onto the bandaged wound on his chest, smirking at the hiss she elicited from him.
"Anything else you'd like to say?" Sayomi inquired crossly, her hands on her hips as she tilted a brow challengingly.
"Yeah, I like it when the woman's on top."
Sayomi's smirk disappeared and so did Grimmjow's, the way she was staring at him was unsettling and he shifted under her foot, he was ordered not to hurt her and he was going to follow orders, for once, besides he was beginning to think she could kick his ass if she wanted to. Lifting her foot from his chest, she turned her back to him and began walking down the hall where she could hear raised voices from behind a set of large double doors. Half way to them she paused and looked back at Grimmjow who had stood and was walking a few paces behind her, he looked at her with a hint of uncertainty.
"I prefer the man on top," she said before turning away from a rather stunned Grimmjow and walking up to the double doors that swung open on their own as she approached.
"I'm sure we could arrange that," Grimmjow whispered in her ear as they walked into a large throne room.
Sayomi snorted, but choose to ignore the comment while her eyes rose to find Aizen sitting in a white throne on the top of a high platform at the opposite end of the room.
There were two columns of round pillars down the center of the long room, on either side of the pillars were what looked like balconies without railings. There were several Arrancar scattered around these balconies, their eyes on her as she made her way to the platform in the center of the room.
"Ah, Sayomi, what a pleasure to see you again,"Aizen greeted with a small smile she figured was meant to be charming.
"It has been awhile, hasn't it? Since you tried to kill me for what you changed me into?" Sayomi replied, a small jovial smile on her face.
"It was a simple misunderstanding and you were trying to kill one of my subordinates," Aizen said smoothly.
"The woman was a Soul Reaper," Grimmjow snapped angrily.
"Was, yes. Not any longer though, right, Aizen? Sorry, Aizen-sama," Sayomi said adding a little extra emphasis to the sama.
"That is correct. Sayomi here was once a captain level Soul Reaper, possibly even stronger than most captains, but she happened to accidentally come into contact with a substance I had created. After that, she was changed into something else. A Vizard, basically she is the opposite to all the Arrancar here. She is a Soul Reaper with the powers of a Hollow," Aizen explained calmly, smiling the whole time.
Sayomi kept her gaze focused on the man until she heard the doors behind her open once again. Turning around, she saw Ulquiorra leading in a rather withdrawn looking Orihime.
"Hello, Orihime Inoue," Aizen greeted warmly as the young girl was brought before him, she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings and had not yet noticed Sayomi. "I'm sorry to ask this so soon, but I'd like for you to demonstrate your abilities for us."
Sayomi growled and stepped between Orihime and the platform Aizen sat upon when the man increased his spiritual pressure to the point that Orihime began to wobble on her feet. "No need to be so demanding, Aizen-sama. I'm sure Orihime wouldn't have a problem showing you her ability if you just asked nicely. Isn't that right, Orihime?" she asked silkily as she turned to face the girl.
"S-Say-Sayomi," Orihime stuttered out as her innocent eyes widened.
Sayomi smiled encouragingly, calmly. "Hello, Orihime. I'm sorry, but I must insist you do as Aizen-sama asks. We don't want you getting hurt, now do we?"
Orihime swallowed and shook her head. "What would you like me to do?" She asked in a quiet whisper.
"I would like you to heal Grimmjow's left arm. Sayomi's shoulder as well, it's unsightly," Aizen replied as he waved a hand at Sayomi and Grimmjow.
Orihime nodded submissively before raising her hands to Sayomi's shoulder. "Souten Kishun, I reject," she muttered in a soft voice. A pale yellow light wrapped itself around Sayomi's shoulder, immediately the large scar began to disappear. After only a few seconds there was no sign that Sayomi had been hurt at all and there was no longer any stiffness in her joint or the muscle.
"Thank you, Orihime," Sayomi said politely, offering another reassuring smile.
"You're welcome, Sayomi," Orihime replied with a forced smile.
"It would seem that there are those that are not pleased with the arrival of our guests," Aizen stated as his eyes came to rest on a feminine man that stood several yards behind Orihime. "Isn't that right, Luppi?"
"To say our whole battle was just to bring those women here...I can't accept that. And what are they good for? Some weird Soul Reaper and a girl who can heal, big deal," the thin dark haired man said.
"Would you mind healing Grimmjow's arm, Orihime? It seems that you're being underestimated," Sayomi said, though she sounded pleasant there was an undertone in her voice that made Orihime shiver as she walked up to Grimmjow.
The same golden shield formed where his left arm should have been and slowly his arm began to materialize within the golden barrier until it was once again whole and without a single scratch.
Luppi was yelling and complaining in the background that what Aizen was asking for couldn't be done and insulting Orihime. Sayomi was growing tired of the constant ranting and disappeared from her spot, she reappeared in front of Luppi who looked at her with wide eyes.
"You talk too much. You should learn to keep your mouth shut in the company of those who are better than you," she said coldly.
"Chi..You, a soul reaper, better than me? You're just-"
He was cut off when Sayomi ducked down slightly and raised her left leg to kick him squarely in the jaw. He flew into the air and landed a few yards away, glaring at her as he wiped blood from his mouth. "You'll pay for that," he growled.
Sayomi chuckled lightly. "I doubt it."
"Enough, Luppi," Aizen called, the annoyance clear in his crisp voice. "I'm afraid that if you harm Sayomi I will have to reprimand you. Now about Orihime's powers, if you still don't understand, let me explain it to you. The power this girl possesses is perfect event rejection. Her ability allows her to choose a target and then she can limit, reject, and deny what was done to it. No matter the event that occurred she can reject it. What she can do violates the realm of God," he finished.
"Heal this too, chick," Grimmjow said as he pointed to a burn on his back. As the skin repaired itself a tattoo of the number six appeared, the same number that was on Luppi's hip.
"What are you trying to pull, Grimmjow?" Luppi sneered.
Grimmjow grinned evilly before walking forward and thrusting his hand through Luppi's chest. Sayomi made a disgusted noise and stepped out of the way of the spray of blood that was raining down upon the white floor.
"You bastard," Luppi choked as blood dripped from his mouth and he glared at Grimmjow, whose grin only grew.
"Later, number six," Grimmjow said before blasting Luppi apart with a cero.
Sayomi watched with disinterest as Grimmjow threw his head back and laughed while shouting out that he was number six.
"Are all of your new subordinates so...passionate?" Sayomi asked, turning to face Aizen once again.
"Not all of them." He chuckled in amusement, shaking his head. "Speaking of which there was someone who wanted to see you. Gin," Aizen called.
"Ya called?" A low, sing song voice answered not a moment later.
"Our guests have arrived, say hello."
Sayomi's eyes moved to the new person on the platform. He was tall and thin. His frame was similar to hers, only she was much shorter and probably only stood between the man's elbows and his shoulders. He wore a fox like grin on his face and his eyes were narrowed to the point they looked closed and it made it hard to determine the color. Sayomi knew their color though, they were a pale blue. Just like hers.
"Hello, big brother," Sayomi greeted with a warm smile.
"Hey there, Sayomi, how ya been? She's even prettier than I remember her bein'," Gin said as he turned his grin to Aizen.
"She hasn't gotten much taller though," Aizen replied with a smile.
Sayomi grunted and turned her head away, her neck was beginning to get sore from staring up at the men on the high platform.
"What's she doin' here anyways?" Gin asked as if he were confused by her presence.
"She wanted to visit. Her reasons are unknown to me at the moment though. Would you like to enlighten us, Sayomi?" Aizen asked.
Sayomi knew the question was less a question and more of an order, but she didn't care since she had no problem answering it. "Of course. Although I would think it would be obvious... I want revenge," she said bluntly.
"Against whom?" Aizen asked curiously, a smirk forming on his lips as he rested his cheek against his fist.
Sayomi smirked as well. "Soul Society of course."
"Is that so? I always thought you loved Soul Society," Aizen replied.
She shrugged. "Loved, yes, but I no longer have the same sentiments. I was ordered to die because I was made stronger, but all they saw was the hollow in me, not the Soul Reaper. I want them to see what they threw away, the power they could have had on their side if they had only been more open minded. They took everything away from me, and I want to do the same," she explained.
"I see, so you wish to join us then?" Aizen asked, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"Yes," she answered as she looked right into his cold eyes. Her voice sounded dead, there was no emotion there, but in her eyes was coldness and hatred that could rival Aizen's.
"What do you think, Gin, Kaname?" Aizen asked.
Sayomi hadn't noticed Tousen who was standing quietly to Aizen's right.
"I think it would be fun. As long as she doesn't try killin' me again," Gin replied.
"Could you blame me?" Sayomi countered. "You were traitors in my eyes at the time. It wasn't until later I realized how powerful we had all become and who the traitors really were... It wasn't you." She spoke calmly even though on the inside she wanted nothing more than to rip the smile right off of Gin's face.
"'Spose not," he conceded with a nonchalant shrug.
"Do you have any objections, Kaname?" Aizen asked.
"None. I remember her disliking fighting for the sake of fighting as much as I do, but her power may be helpful," the man replied.
"So it's settled then. Welcome to your new home, Sayomi. You as well, Orihime," Aizen said. "These two are to be treated respectfully, anything less and you will be severely punished, understood?" Without waiting for any form of response since his word was meant to be like a law he continued on. "Ulquiorra, please show Ms Inoue to her room and make sure she's comfortable. Sayomi will remain here with us, the rest of you are dismissed."
Sayomi remained where she was standing as the large room emptied, her gaze focused on the three men above her.
"Gin, Kaname, you may go as well," Aizen said as he stared down at Sayomi.
Gin's smile fell slightly as he turned to look at Aizen questioningly. Kaname bowed and left without another word as Gin stayed where he was until Aizen cast a look in his direction.
"Well, Sayomi, I'll be seein' ya later. I'll give ya a tour," Gin said before turning and leaving as well.
"Would you like to join me on the balcony? The view is rather nice," Aizen asked as he stood from his throne and made his way behind it to somewhere Sayomi couldn't see.
Flashing her way to the top of the platform, she followed the former captain through a doorway that led to a large balcony that over looked a desert of white sand that was bathed in moonlight. She kept her hands at her sides as she stopped a few feet away from Aizen and looked over the barren landscape.
"I hear the ryoka boy has been taught how to release his inner hollow and has gotten much stronger."
"He has," Sayomi confirmed with a nod.
"How much stronger?"
"Not much. No need to worry, if it comes to it I can handle him easily."
"I thought he was a friend of yours."
"I have no friends," Sayomi replied, and she felt it was the truth.
"I see. I'm sorry to hear that," Aizen said as he leaned against the railing behind him and gazed at Sayomi.
"Why? The ones that didn't betray me were betrayed by me. They have yet to be replaced is all."
"Do I not count as a friend?"
Inwardly Sayomi shivered, outwardly she remained unshaken and blank. "Do you wish to be considered friends with your subordinate? That is what I am, right?"
"Wrong. Yourself, Gin, and Kaname are all very important to me. You will help make my dreams come to fruition. Isn't that something a friend would do for another friend?"
"I suppose."
"Then we're friends, are we not?"
"It would seem so," Sayomi replied with a coy smile.
"You're even more beautiful then I remember, and that's quite amazing," Aizen said as he stepped forward and placed a palm on Sayomi's cheek.
Sayomi's smile faltered before disappearing altogether. She didn't know what to do, she had no idea how to react. A part of her wanted to push him away and threaten him, but another part knew that wouldn't be wise. His hand was cold and it made her want to wretch, this man was dangerous and could kill her in a second. She had never before felt so small and weak.
"Gin, stopping spying," Aizen said as he removed his hand from Sayomi's cheek and looked over at Gin who was walking out of the same doorway they had come through minutes before.
"Ah, ya caught me. I was just checkin' that you were behavin' yourself with my little Sayomi," the grinning man said as he patted Sayomi's head.
"Of course. I have things to attend to, show her around and make sure she's comfortable."
"I don't remember him being so scary," Sayomi said after Aizen had disappeared from view.
"You don't know him well," Gin sighed absently. "Now, come along."
She laid on the large bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her first day in Hueco Muendo had past and her second had yet to begin. For all intents and purposes she was now a member of Aizen's army and she wasn't really sure how she felt about it. She was also beginning to think she had sorely misjudged just what Aizen had wanted her for. She had thought she could be of some use considering how strong she was and the powers she had at her disposal, thanks to him of course. Her plan had originally been to act thankful and to be grateful of the gift he had given her even though he had tried to kill her for it. Now though she was beginning to wonder if it was her help he really wanted or something else and her stomach turned cold when she remembered how he touched her the night before.
Shivering involuntarily, Sayomi sighed and rolled on to her side so she was no longer staring at the ceiling, but the wall. "I guess I just have to play along," she murmured.
'It's a dangerous game you're playing, little one,' Fuyukaze's airy voice advised softly.
'I know. I knew it would be from the beginning,' Sayomi replied. 'I knew I'd have to make sacrifices. I didn't come here expecting to leave, I came here expecting to accomplish something. Nothing more.'
There was a silence from Fuyukaze, but Sayomi didn't close her eyes or attempt to visualize him so she might see what kind of look he wore on his face. She could imagine it wasn't a happy one.
'You plan on dying here?' He asked after several seconds, his voice calm, but there was something beneath it that made goosebumps form on Sayomi's arms making her pull the sheets just a little tighter to her body.
'I don't plan on dying,' she answered softly. 'I just don't expect to live either.'
'You're such a difficult child,' Fuyukaze sighed.
"I'm not a child," Sayomi grumbled aloud.
'While I certainly don't think you're going to get out of this in one piece, I don't think you'll be dying here.'
'Is that so?' Sayomi inquired coolly. 'What makes you think that?'
'You're too stubborn,' he replied.
'I-' Her own reply was stopped abruptly when the main door to her room was loudly thrust open, crashing into the wall hard enough to send dust into the air.
Grimmjow strolled casually into her room, his hands in his pockets and a wicked grin on his face.
"Didn't I tell you to knock?" Sayomi asked coldly.
Grimmjow chuckled at her as he leaned against the door frame to her bedroom, his cropped jacket revealing most of his well defined abdomen and chest. "Like I'm gonna listen to you. I don't give a damn if you're that freaky fox face's sister, you're still just a weak little girl in my book."
Sayomi's blue eyes narrowed while she sat up to glare across the room at Grimmjow. "Do you have a death wish?"
"No, but you challenged me so get off your scrawny ass and fight me. Or are you too weak?" Grimmjow taunted.
Her brow rose angrily. "Weak? Me? I think you're confused, little kitten, you couldn't touch me if you tried."
"Wanna make it a bet then?"
"Sure, why not? It's not like I plan on losing to an egotistical bastard like you," she grumbled grumpily.
"You may not plan on it, but you will. Now get moving, I'm in the mood to hit something," Grimmjow said as he turned to walk out of the room.
Sayomi growled, but pushed herself up from the bed. She was dressed in a simple white nightgown which she pulled over her head to toss carelessly away while stepping behind the changing screen. She emerged a moment later in the same outfit she had worn the prior day. Her heels clicked against the cold stone floor as she followed after Grimmjow, who sneered at her from where he waited by the door before he began to walk down the hall. She followed along a step behind him silently.
"And just where are you two goin' all alone?"
Sayomi forced down a disgusted grunt, but the annoyed frown that passed over her face and the glint of hate in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by Grimmjow who had turned before she had to face the grinning man behind them.
"It seems Grimmy here doesn't think a woman can beat him in a fight. I was going to prove him wrong," Sayomi said with as she flashed Grimmjow a devious smile as she turned around.
"Who the hell you callin' Grimmy?" Grimmjow snapped at her angrily.
"What? I think it's cute," Sayomi replied as she innocently smiled at an annoyed Grimmjow.
"Cute? Who the hell wants to be 'cute'?" He muttered.
"Apparently not you," Sayomi shot back childishly.
Grimmjow snarled at her through his bared teeth, Sayomi just flashed another smile.
"You two seem to be gettin' along well, I'll leave ya to your fighting," Gin said as he turned and began walking down the hall, waving a hand at them. "And don't kill 'im, Sayomi, we need him."
"I'll try, but no promises," she answered.
"As if you can even scratch me," Grimmjow muttered. "Now hurry up girly, I'm pissed off and you'd better put up a good fight."
"Same goes for you, Grimmy," Sayomi replied in a sing song voice, smirking at the string of angry curses she received from the blue haired man.
Grimmjow led her to a large, open rectangular room, of course everything here was white as well. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, everything.
After a few steps into the plain room, Sayomi was forced to dodge a blow from Grimmjow's sword, she bent backwards as the sword whistled its way past her face.
"You know, it's nice to give your opponent a chance to draw their own sword before attacking," Sayomi scolded blandly. "Not that I mind, you can't beat me."
"You don't have a sword, dumb shit. How the hell do you plan on attacking me? Ya gonna turn into to a fluffly little kitten and claw my face off?"
"You're right I don't have a sword at the moment. How silly of me," she said as she jumped over the next attack and landed back to back with Grimmjow who swung around again.
"What the hell?" he shouted when his sword was stopped from slicing her side open by a shiny silver, mirror like sword with dark blue and silver ribbons adorning its hilt.
"Don't look so surprised, kitten. It doesn't suit you," Sayomi remarked dryly as she pushed him away from her effortlessly.
"Where the hell'd that come from?"
"Notice anything missing?" She asked blandly, holding her right arm out before her.
"The bracelet," Grimmjow grunted.
"Right. My sealed zanpakuto is in the form of my bracelet. Hence the reason I never take it off."
"Stupid bitch," he growled quietly.
"Name calling is bad, little one. Now, how about we teach you that women are stronger than men?" Sayomi said with a smirk while she bent her knees slightly and held her zanpakuto out before her, its blade parallel to the floor.
"This should be fun," he replied before leaping into the air.
"Too easy," Sayomi sighed, raising her right arm in an arc and blocking Grimmjow's hit with fluid grace.
He landed on the ground a few feet in front of her. He swung out at her again. She did a quick hands free back flip, smirking at the annoyed glare she got from Grimmjow when she countered his next attack by leaping over her him.
"Would you fight dammit?"
"Oh, sorry, I was just giving you a chance to give up, but-"
"Like hell I'm giving up," he yelled as he slashed at her again, trying to slice her chest open.
She ducked again, spinning on the heels of her boots and knocking Grimmjow's legs out from under him. He hit the ground with a loud grunt as the air was knocked from his lungs. Sayomi put her booted foot on his chest and dug the thin heel into his gut.
"Wanna give up while you still can?"
"You wish," Grimmjow retorted, grabbing her ankle and pulling her down on top of him.
She hissed through her teeth as her knee collided with the cold stone floor and brought her zanpakuto up to his throat, pressing the blunt edge with her left hand.
"I forgot you like the man on top," he said before knocking her arm up and using his right leg to push her to the ground, flipping himself on top of her.
"Bastard, get off of me," she hissed.
"I thought you liked it this way?" Grimmjow teased as he leaned towards her.
"Fine, you won't move... I'll move you," she said.
A chill wind stirred in all corners of the room before circling Grimmjow. It looked like he was being engulfed in tiny white snowflakes. Their breath became visible in small puffs as they exhaled.
"Bye," Sayomi remarked before Grimmjow went flying off of her and into the wall at least thirty yards behind him, it was like he had been kicked in the gut by a strong force.
She sighed when he charged at her after regaining his fighting stance, she blocked and dodged and attacked.
"Thanks for the workout. It's been awhile since I've fought someone as strong as you whose weaknesses I didn't know. However, I'm a little bored, so I'll be ending this now," Sayomi told Grimmjow as they locked swords once again.
"We're not done ye-"
Before he could finish his come back Sayomi kicked him in the chest, pushing him away from her. She then lunged as she swung Fuyukaze out in front of her. A flurry of swirling, writhing wind flew at Grimmjow. He growled as he tried to dodge only to realize it was impossible to predict how the wind moved. The biting wind slashed at him continuously, leaving bleeding gashes all over his body. He grunted as he was pushed back by the sheer force of the wind, dropping his sword when his fingers went numb. Crossing his arms in front of himself he tried to block as much of the cutting winds from tearing into him as he could. With another grunt he was knocked off his feet and thrown into the wall behind him, there was a loud crash as the wall broke apart around his body.
Sayomi walked forward as the wind dissipated, none of the remaining swirls did any damage to her as she stepped through them. She brought her sword to Grimmjow's throat as he tried to free himself from the rubble of the broken wall. A growl rumbled from deep in his throat as his jaw clenched and he turned his infuriated blue eyes up to hers.
"You lose," she stated. There was no pride or happiness in her voice, it was cold and distant.
"For now," he grunted in reply.
"I do believe we had a bet. We never discussed what the terms were though," Sayomi said as she held her arm out to her side letting her zanpakuto return to its place on her wrist as she crouched down in front of him.
"What the hell do you want?" Grimmjow asked bitterly, wiping at the blood that was dripping down his face.
Taking a few moments to study the man in front of her, Sayomi frowned absently before asking, "Why do you think I came here?"
The question had caught him slightly off guard. "How the hell would I know?"
"You don't think it's odd?" She asked. "That I would go through the trouble of staging my own kidnapping rather than just come here on my own?"
"What are you getting at?"
"I agreed to the kidnapping because it was easier than just walking in the front door. I had lost the trust of some of my friends and was being watched to closely to move on my own, but they knew my plans. I had never really kept them secret. Ever since I was given Aizen's 'gift' I've wanted one thing and I didn't care what it took to get it, but nothing is ever simple and I couldn't simply disappear. I suppose the kidnapping idea was a little overboard considering there are people who will see through it, but it served its purpose and got me here. It got me to him."
"Who?" Grimmjow asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"My brother," Sayomi replied, standing up and dusting herself off. "There's something I want from him, Aizen too."
"What would that be?"
Sayomi smiled, her blue eyes icy. "Their lives."
~A/N~
I'm still using a lot of the original, but the order and how I'm using it is very different from the original. The next few chapters are in the works, I'm trying to work in some more stuff though. Mainly more Byakuya. :)
Thank you to all of my lovely readers and reviewers! You are all the bestest!
Now if you could please feed the monster, it would be much appreciated. Thank you!