Coming Home

Warning this fiction is yaoi which is boy x boy if you don’t like it don’t read it.



Darkephoenix: Yea I like Kenpachi as well though his spiky hair with the bells kind turns me off a little. Also his obvious affection for Yachiru despite being so rough and tough is actually an intriguing dynamic.



Jennifer: I’m glad I made you happy. Grimmjow is one of my favorites as well so I’m glad you expressed distress at him being a bad guy and getting killed. I’m not completely sure how this story thread is gonna go cuz I found it hard to imagine how former enemies could ask for help. Well we will just have to hope it turns out good.



Afie and Rysha: hahaha everything I write you find something that relates to it that’s funny. Well I can definitely see how Grimmjow would have a soft side when it came to what he would consider kittens or cubs. I saw this picture of a cat nursing a baby bunny and I was omg that cat is taking care of that baby bunny even though in normal circumstances the cat would eat the bunny. So that’s how I see Grimmjow as taking care of the baby bunny(Nel).



Coming Home



Chapter Seventeen



“I will open a portal directly to the outside of the fortress. Grimmjow and myself will remain here at the citadel to take down any that try to escape into the desert.” Ulquiorra explained to the three taicho as he began to open the portal.



Ulquiorra turned and bowed to Gin. “Thank you for doing this for us.”



“It’s the least I could do, seein’ as ya took my place with Aizen’s…..attentions” said Gin quietly. The sad one lowered his eyes. Aizen had taken a very special liking to Ulquiorra. Aizen was not the most kind master. Many of the other Espada didn’t even know the true darkness of Aizen’s soul. Ulquiorra and Gin knew though.



Nodding, Ulquiorra completed the portal and walked to stand beside Grimmjow. “Good luck, ya fuckin’ shinigami.“ Grimmjow growled receiving an elbow from Ulquiorra.



“What!? I told ‘em good luck, didn’t I?” Grimmjow shouted as he rubbed the tender spot that Ulquiorra‘s elbow had made. Ulquiorra shook his head and began to make his way towards the citadel’s observation station. Grimmjow sent an evil look towards Gin and trotted after his lover.



Gin grinned at the sight. Those two definitely made an interesting couple. Glancing at Byakuya, Gin wondered if he and the nobleman made an interesting couple. The two of them seemed so mismatched and yet they fit so perfectly together. Perhaps it was their differences that made them so perfect. No one wants a lover that doesn’t constantly surprise. Gin laughed slightly earning a look from Byakuya. Shrugging his shoulders, Gin tucked his hands in his robe and walked through the portal as if he hadn’t a care in the world. The rest of the shinigami followed him.



Luckily, this trip did not result in the disorientation that the trip into Hueco Mundo had. The large amounts of Kidou that had been used to open that door was probably the reason everyone had been so disorientated. Glancing about, Gin realized that they stood in front of a huge fortress. Defensively it was impressive. It looked as if Aizen had planned to fight his war from here. Even Gin had been unaware of this building. For a moment, Gin wondered if Tousen had know of it. Probably not, the blind man had been too focused on his own plans to pay much attention to such details. As far as Tousen was concerned, Aizen could do whatever he wished as long as his own goals were met in the end. Definitely an ends justifies the means with him.



The gate doors flung open and Nnoitra stepped out followed by many Arrancar of various shapes and sizes. The tall slender Espada sneered at the shinigami his enormous zanpakuto slung on his shoulders. The crescent shapes of the blades gleaming in the moon light. The wind causing his lank black hair to flutter in the breeze.



“Worthless shinigami, finally decided to get off your asses and come play?” said Nnoitra. “Let me make your trip worth the while.” Lunging swiftly forward the Espada swung his zanpakuto with surprising agility for a weapon so large. Gin drew Shinso and blocked the attack. At that signal, The shinigami and the Arrancar engage in battle. The large brutish Arrancar turns his attention to Kenpachi. Grinning from ear to ear Kenpachi draws his zanpakuto and begins to enjoy himself. Though Kammy is at a slight disadvantage with speed, he begins throw his whole being into the battle. The thirst for blood a taste he had developed since following Nnoitra.



Though Byakuya tries to aid Gin, his own attention is distracted by Barragan Luisenbarn. The elderly appearing Arrancar was no slouch in battle and Byakuya was forced to focus his attentions on his own battle. Sending a last look towards Gin, Byakuya fully turned his attentions toward his own battle.



“Looks like you are all alone now, Ichimaru-sama. I’m gonna break you just like I did that worthless woman, Neliel Tu Oderschvank.” Swinging his weapon in a huge arc, Nnoitra brought the blade down hard sending dirt and debris flying through the air. Gin came down a few feet from the large crater created by the force. Flash stepping quickly while Nnoitra brought his weapon up for another swing, Gin pushed behind his defenses and slashed up with Shinso leaving a bleeding crimson slash along Nnoitra’s chest.



Jumping back quickly, Gin watched as the other man dipped his fingers in the blood dripping down his chest. Bringing fingers to lips and licking the blood. Sneering, Nnoitra slammed the flat of his blade into Gin flinging him against the side of the fortress. Gin gasped as the breath was knocked from his lungs though grateful that the blow only bruised not broke his ribs. Catching his breath quickly, Gin lunged back for Nnoitra. Dodging a fatal blow from the crescent shaped blade, Gin released Shinso, extending him quickly towards his opponent’s chest. Nnoitra saw the attack coming and blocked the blow with the flat of his large blade almost like a shield. Cursing Gin retracted Shinso.



‘He’s fast, much faster than before. He is reading my moves much too easily.’ thought Gin.



‘What’s the plan?’ asked Shinso. Gin grinned and charged towards the Espada once again. ‘To kill him.’ came the reply to Shinso’s question.



Battle raged on for what seemed like hours. Fallen Arrancar and shinigami alike screaming in agony. Each taicho locked in battles that seemed to test their limits. Though Kammy wasn’t the smartest of the bunch he was giving Kenpachi a fight worth enjoying. Byakuya was forced into the defensive by Barragan’s attacks. Blood trickling down the side of his face, Byakuya picked himself up from the ground.



“Ban Kai” Byakuya dropped Senbonzakura into the ground. Suddenly hundreds of blades appeared. “Scatter, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi.” All of the hundreds of blades broke apart in to hundreds of thousands of shimmering petals. Not bothering to play any longer, Byakuya sent the tiny blades and engulfed his opponent crushing him with a single attack. Collapsing under the fatigue of the battle, Byakuya watched in dread the dance of Gin and Nnoitra.



Gin was bleeding heavily from a slash to his left arm. He took some comfort in the fact that Nnoitra was bleeding just as heavily. Back and forth they continued to clash blades. The sounds of battle playing a tune of pain and glory, death and victory. Leaning against the wall Gin watched as Nnoitra approached. The blade no longer slung arrogantly on his shoulder but dragged behind him.



“Fucking shinigami, thinking you own us. I will destroy all who stand in my way starting with you.” Picking up the huge blade, Nnoitra swung his weapon towards Gin. Byakuya felt his heart stop. Gin wasn’t attempting to dodge the blow. Suddenly Gin dropped low and thrusting Shinso towards his opponents chest, muttered “Shoot to Kill, Shinso.” Shinso obeyed and impaled the Espada. Nnoitra’s eyes widened as he began to cough up blood. Gasping his last breaths, he fell to the ground his eyes vacant.



Gin collapsed. Bleeding profusely from several cuts he grinned as Byakuya approached and clutched at him desperately. “I thought you were going to die. My heart felt like it was dying.” Gin grinned and reached up to stroke the black hair of his lover.



“Why would I go and leave something as good as you when I worked so hard to get you in bed.” whispered Gin in Byakuya’s ear. Byakuya growled something that sounded suspiciously like “It will be a cold day in Hell before I let you back in it.”



“Such language from a nobleman.” said Gin enjoying this banter even though he was hurting like hell. A Division Four healer approached and began to heal the worst of his wounds.



“How goes the rest of the battle?” asked Gin with a wince as the healer poked a particularly tender spot.



“For now, clean up. All but a few Arrancar are dead. Those that chose to flee I have no doubt Grimmjow will enjoy slicing up all the while pretending they are you.” Byakuya said with a small smile as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on Gin‘s lips.



Kenpachi snorted as he walked up to the two lovers. “Well, I guess that was enough fun that I can help ya with keeping ya secret.”



“Thank ya, Zaraki-taicho.” said Gin with a grin. Kenpachi simply waved a hand and began to make his way towards a few of his subordinates a dark gleam in his eye.



Nearby, Renji sees Kira leaning heavily against a rock, blood pouring from a shoulder wound. Rushing forward and putting pressure on the wound, Renji calls for assistance.



“Don’t press so hard, Renji. That hurts like hell.” whimpered Izuru.



“Shut the hell up. Ya know good and well pressure needs to be applied to prevent as much blood loss as possible til the Division Four people get over here.” answered Renji as he began to remove the torn top of Izuru’s uniform. Pausing upon seeing the cuts in various stages of healing. Eyes widening these cuts were too meticulously placed to be those from battle or sparring. Also many were partially healed but without evidence of Division Four aid.



“Izuru, what the fuck?” asked Renji quietly.



“Please Renji, don’t tell anyone. I don’t want anyone to know.” pleaded Izuru as he pulled his torn top back on to cover the cuts. Izuru’s eyes were sad and pleading. Renji sighed, his friend needed help if he was cutting himself., but Renji couldn’t betray him.



“Alright Kira, but we are going to talk about this.” said Renji. Izuru nodded and settled down comfortable as the Division Four healer began to pump gentle blue Kidou into him. The Kidou provided physical comfort but didn’t help with the pain of the soul. None of them would ever understand why he needed those small moments of release.



Leaving Kira to the healer, Renji trotted over to where his taicho and Ichimaru were sitting. Kneeling before Byakuya, Renji updated him on the remaining Arrancar.



“Have all the squads assemble together. We are going to send word for Headquarters to open a doorway. Renji, we are leaving those Arrancar at the citadel be. I would appreciate it if you would let Kira-fukutaicho know.” Bowing Renji began the chore of assembling the squads.



Once everyone was assembled, Gin raised the MRD, which he had programmed with the appropriate memory. The device flashed and for a moment the majority of the shinigami present froze their minds being adjusted with the appropriate memories. Taking the communicator from Kira, Gin signaled Headquarters to open up a gate at his coordinates. Upon receiving confirmation, a gateway once again opened and all of the shinigami made their way through carrying the dead on stretchers.



Smiling Gin took Byakuya’s hand and led him through the gateway. Now they could get on with the job of actually being together. Watching from afar, a blue haired Arrancar curled his arms around his smaller lover. Nuzzling his nose into the soft neck he sighed happily. Now they were free to live their lives out together.



“Good-bye ya fucking shinigami.” whispered Grimmjow into the neck, upon doing so receiving an elbow to the stomach as Ulquiorra began to make his way towards home.



“What!?” came the yell. Ulquiorra simple smiled and gestured for the blue haired main to follow.