Destructions Malice.

Another long night in the dark, only silence as his company. The Arrancar gazed out of the window as he often did once he was alone and sure no one would find him doing something so…degrading. He gazed at a single building poking out of the mass of high class estates. He had had Matsumoto show him which one it was long ago, though he had told her he would never drink with her again if she were to tell anyone. From where he was it was little more then a roof, hardly discernable from all the others. But it was that roof, and only that roof that he wondered about, that he wished to get inside and search. He let out a small sigh, how many years had it been now? He seemed to have lost track, he would have to ask Matsumoto when she visited tomorrow.


Across Soul society under that very roof sat a rather similar setting. Though the window being looked out lacked any bars, and the figure gazing through was notably smaller and more effeminate. Rukia had resumed her place as a Shinigami, although her brother had restricted her from leaving on any assignments. There was a very small scar on her cheek, hardly visible from a comfortable distance, where that man had branded her all those years ago. The other “modifications” had been long since removed as well, but to be honest…she missed them. Even as degrading and humiliating each one was…she missed them. The girl sighed, what she wanted hardly mattered when it pertained to the “mongrel” as her brother referred to him.

The door creaked slightly causing the woman the jump in surprise, turning she found herself looking at Renji.

“Your brother would not be happy to find you awake this late Rukia…especially looking where you are.”

Rukia shrugged and knelt down next to the table in the center of the room, “You wouldn’t understand Renji…No one does.”

The man moved across the room and took a seat across from his old friend, a slightly annoyed look on his face, “He just used you, you were just a toy to him you know that?”

Rukia smiled ever so gently, it seemed both sad and happy almost simultaneously, “It may have seemed that way…but you didn’t see him, how he reacted to me.” She bit her lip, “He isn’t as evil as you all make him out to be, he just had little choice in the matter.”

Renji growled, he simply couldn’t understand why she liked the bastard, “That bastard raped you, nearly killed Ichigo…and who knows what else! What could possibly make you want to be with him?!” He was standing over her by the time he finished, anger evident in his expression.

A voice crept across the room, filling both parties with surprise and fear, “Lieutenant…It is very late for all this racket…” he spoke in his usual monotone, that gave little hint as to his actual level of anger.

Renji growled lowly and turned slightly sending a disgusted glare back toward Rukia, “Apologies captain, I was just leaving.” And with that Renji exited the room not bothering to give Rukia another look.

Byakuya remained in the door for a moment, his gaze fixed upon the young woman. He turned and closed the door, “Go to bed Rukia.” Was all he said before his shadow moved away from behind the door.

Rukia didn’t answer either of them, Renji simply couldn’t understand, and Byakuya refused to address the matter any longer. The girl slid into her bed, her eyes automatically fixed upon her window…she wondered if he was still the same after all this time.


Morning came in the same fashion it had been coming for what seemed like ages for the Arrancar. The sun rose, the temperature along with it, and his boredom persisted just as always. He lay in his small cot staring at the ceiling as he always did, though to his dismay nothing interesting ever seemed to happen on that flat gray surface. He used to ponder things as he lay there in the early morning, he would wonder what it would be like once he was free. These days his mind was usually blank, likely because he had simply ran through pretty much everything he could do once he was out. After a time he rolled himself onto his feet and did the only thing he really could do, exercise. He ran through his motions, though in the confines of a cell it was hardly enough to get his heart pumping or his body aching. In fact it was more a way to pass the time then anything. His breakfast arrived on time that day, usually meaning that Matsumoto was busy and unable to bring it to him.

The Arrancar ate, then sat and stared at the nothingness that was his existence. Once again his mind was blank, nothing to think of or fantasize about, not even a daydream to get lost in. He sat, motionless, for nearly an hour before even slightly shifting. Even then it was only enough movement to plop back down on his cot. There was a time he had actually enjoyed just laying around all day, now that it was one of the very limited choices he had it just annoyed him.

The day dragged on and before he knew it he had napped the morning away, and his lunch was being delivered.

“Just leave it where I cane reach it, I’ll get it later…” he said without even rolling over to acknowledge the delivery boy.

“That is not the way to address me Grimmjow…” said a voice sounding a bit to old for its own good.

Grimmjow chuckled and rolled over and lifted himself up so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, “Shouldn’t you be out playing in a pond or something Toshiro?” The Arrancar smirked deviously.

“Captain Grimmjow…” replied the Shinigami in his normal annoyed tone. “You know if you weren’t already in prison you would have been thrown in here for your lack of discipline”

Grimmjow laughed and moved to the edge of his cell, “So what, you Shinigami running out of nobodies to bring me my food?”

“Matsumoto asked me to…” the captain sighed in annoyance, although Grimmjow knew he hardly minded doing a favor for the woman.

“Oh?” questioned the Arrancar.

“Yes, today is her Birthday…so she wont be coming until later after the celebration.” He said as he slid the tray of food through for the imprisoned to take.

Grimmjow frowned, “Oh…Guess that’s okay.” He shrugged and slipped the tray from the captains grasp, “Tell her not to worry about it Toshiro, not like I’m going anywhere.”

The captain sighed, “You are hopeless you know that?”

“And you are short, you know that?” Grimmjow plopped down in his cot, A wide grin apparent on his face.

The captain only gave an annoyed groan before leaving the Arrancar to his own devices once again. The Arrancar sighed after the door closed, it seemed like this would be a slightly less eventful day then normal…if that was even possible to begin with.


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So it has been ages since I had either the will or the time to work on this fic. for anyone around that read it when it first came out and liked it, Sorry it took so long to get back on it.
This chapter is tiny in comparison to earlier ones, but it is more of a "Filler" just to show that sometime has past (though how much will wait until the next chapter) Hopefully I will be able to get the next one out quickly ^_^

As always thanks for reading.