Bullets and Blades

A/N:  So, I'm finally back.  I'm so happy to be writing again, I've been thrown off course with moving to Florida and a whole new change to my usual routine but I've fallen into quite comfortably now so I'll be able to find more time for you all and grimmichi.

Warning:  The beginning of this chapter may be disturbing to some of you if not the majority of you.  There is no actual graphic depiction of child rape of any kind but there is mention of it having happened in the past.  Regardless of revealing plot, I felt I should warn you just in case you want to skip over it.

 

A large man, roughly the size of an uncut boulder, stared down at a little girl with brown eyes that somehow managed to be empty and judging at the same time.  With her every look she shriveled men's souls with the disappointment and resignation in her eyes.  Soft, long pale green hair fell around her heart shaped face.  An ugly, red and partially bleeding scar stretched across the bridge of her small nose from cheek to cheek.  There was no real tension in her body or face as if she had decided to simply endure life rather than act in it.  The large man wasn't very smart to begin with and easy to anger.  The impassive girl bothered him.  She never screamed for help and she'd only cried the first few times.  He used to love being inside her, with her screaming and wriggling, calling for her brother to come save her.  He'd enjoyed telling her that no one would come to save her, that no one even gave a fuck about her anymore.  The way she was now, it creeped him the fuck out.  The girl opened her mouth in a gap toothed smile, teeth missing from the previous times he'd hit her across the face for looking at him funny.

"Even captured and beaten like this, I matter."  She whispered with a cool voice that did not belong to a child but a tortured soul that had made piece with itself. 

"From the moment you were concieved to the present where you serve a cold master, you never mattered to anyone.  Tell me, how does that feel?"

"Shut up, little bitch before I fuck you up more than you already are."

"It's pathetic.  All my life I've mattered and in my death I'll matter more than I already have.  In my death, I will destroy all of you for what you've done.  Aizen is a fool and so are all of you.  Nothing but fools who don't even know that they breathe their last breaths."

The large man's breathing was already ragged from his bodily wounds, his torso was all bandaged up tightly because of the continous stab wounds he'd recieved a few days ago.  It was a miracle he was still alive, but he was known for being the brute who was hard to kill.  He was already angry about being injured and now he was furious because the litttle bitch he hated had dared open her mouth and talk down to him like she was better than him and she'd talked ill about his boss.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!  I'LL RIP YOU FUCKIN' OPEN!"

The girl chuckled softly. 

"I've been dead for a long time."

It was the straw that broke the camels back.  A fist that was larger than her head and definitely denser than her skull struck out and slammed into her head.  The crunch of bone was audible and so was the resulting thunk of a lifeless and broken body landing on the cold concrete floor.  The man stared at the girl's body, not

even thinking of the cameras that were installed in the room and that the guards would have reported to his boss already.  Sure enough,the heavy metal door slammed open, hitting the man in the back and knocking him over.

"Goddammit, Yammy!  What the fuck have you done?"  Yelled a man with pink hair and golden eyes.

Yammy said nothing and just laid out on the floor, wishing he was dead.

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Abirama's cell vibrated in his pocket as he stared at the movies on the shelf in the store.  The past few days had been almost perfect, bonding and love all around.  It stood to reason that when things got really good, they were about to get really bad.  The whole thing with the Sexta and Ichigo getting back together wasn't official but you could look at them and tell that neither of them were going anywhere any time soon if at all.   He and Shiro were just happy to finally be next to eachother again, even if the secrets still slid between them from time to time.  His phone vibrated again and he was understandalby hesitant to answer it.  Abirama's phone never vibrated if there was good news, the main reason being that he had only set it to vibrate for a certain number and a certain person.  Finally he reached into his pocket, tapped the screen with his thumb, and held the phone to his ear and mouth.

"It's over.  All of it is over.  The question is who is it over for.  I have a pretty good idea but it could go either way."

Abirama closed his golden eyes as his heart raced and his body tensed up.  Whatever had happened...he couldn't even guess the repercussions.

"Look, I don't care how determined you are to keep Sexta away from Aizen and his shit, you better clue him in on this one."  The voice continued.  "Nelliel's as good as dead, Yammy just busted her skull open.  The video...oh, fuck...the video....that was no little girl, Abirama, she wasn't a fucking little girl anymore.  It was like the way you'd expect a kami to act and in the room with her body, it was like witnessing sacrilege.  Everything's shit, the only thing that's certain is that it's over."

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  Abirama yelled hoarsely while running out of the store and into the parking lot towards the car.  "Where is she now?  What have they done with her body?"

"Right now, Szayel has her and is working furiously on her.  It's just happened so they're hoping he can do something.  The asshole is suprisingly brilliant or maybe not so suprising as Aizen is the one who hired him.  Speaking of Aizen, he's pissed as fuck right now.  He's practically holding Yammy's heart and soul in his bare hands.  No one's praying she lives as much as Yammy."  There was silence on both ends, then.  "Tell Grimmjow.  I mean it.  If he finds out you knew and didn't tell him, he'll kill you too.  Family's only family as long as they're still looking out for family.  Right now, and  for some time, you've only been looking out for yourself.  The shit that was done to her, you'll have to answer for that.  He trusted that you would take her somewhere safe while he hid out with Starrk.  You fucked up and you're still fucking up.  Just imagine the feel of the eyes of a panther staring you down.  You're dead already."

Click.

The sound of the call ending echoed in Abirama's ears as the message echoed through his soul.  Even now, he couldn't and wouldn't tell Grimmjow.  Not only because it was too early to attack Aizen at his base, but because of his own shame and failure.  He knew that it would only be a matter of time before the truth came out.  He planned to enjoy the time he had with Shiro for as long as he could, to cherish it.  He was a man living his last days.

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Ichigo had never been so happy.  Those past few days had been perfection.  Naka took so well to Grimmjow and the blue haired ex gang member showered the little boy with a tenderness Ichigo himself didn't even  know he was capable of.  He treated Naka like he was an ethereal gift that he was given from the very womb of the universe.  That's the only way Ichigo could describe what he had been watching for the past few days.  At the moment, Naka was riding around the apartment on Pantera's back, giggling and screaming as they chased Grimmjow around trying to catch him or find him when he was hiding.  It was amazing how well Pantera was trained.  She could obviously find Grimmjow easily no matter where he was, but she seemed to understand that it was a game and that she shouldn't always find him and even let him sneak up on her and suprise them sometimes.

Shiro was in the kitchen, stuffing his face as usual, waiting for his lover to come back from the store with the movies he wanted.  Those two had been so glued together that for a few very rare seconds, Ichigo didn't know who his twin was.  He was just so happy because everyone was happy and he enjoyed seeing things that way.  But even he knew that things were going to go south, which was why one might glance his way and find him staring at the horizon with a tense expression on his face.  He was just waiting for it.  He was no stranger to violence and when you lived a violent life, you could feel shit like that coming.  The smell of the blade before it sliced into flesh.  Their lives had gone too long without a wound.  The blade was coming and they all knew that things would be bloody, the bloodiest they'd ever been.

Ichigo stared at his son and the father of his son.  He closed his eyes to hide his tears.

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A/N:  I know it's fairly short, but I'm planning on updating all of my stories today so hopefully that compensates  8-D