The Crumbling World

I didn’t really plan this, but there is some one-sided NnoitraxIchigo in this chapter, and mentions of AizenxGin.

The Crumbling World: Chapter 6

Ichigo’s POV

I woke to loud, irritating voices arguing and a throbbing pain in the back of my head. I groaned and shifted, then realized that my arms and feet weren’t moving. I opened my eyes blearily and blinked. I was currently lying on a hard wooden floor with a few scattered tables about. From the empty bottles laying everywhere I assumed I was in some sort of tavern. I tried to move my arms again and looked down; my wrists were tied behind my back and ankles were bound together by some type of coarse rope. Maybe I could try and get free when no one is watching me…

“I brought him here, that’s all you need to know. Why do you want to see him?” I recognized the voice as Grimmjow’s coming from the other room.

“I’m not going to steal your pet, Grimmjow.” Responded an unknown amused voice. “I am quite content with Gin.”

“I don’t care about you and your boy toy.” Grimmjow spat back.

“Hey, hey.” Came a teasing voice. “No need to be so mean.”

“Fuck off, Gin.” Grimmjow growled.

I spotted a steak knife left on one of the tables and glanced back to the closed door. Wriggling my body, I moved over to the table. I wasn’t able to stand with my hands and feet tied so tightly, but maybe I could knock it off. I brought my knees forward and hit the table leg, making it rock with a loud scrape. I looked over at the door fearfully, but the voices continued to argue. It was almost over the edge…I hit the table again and the knife fell. My eyes widened and I rolled quickly as it landed right where my head had been a second ago.

Okay Ichigo, I said to myself, just breathe. I squirmed so my back was to the knife and felt with my fingers, grasping the handle of the blade and bringing it to the rope, urgently sawing back and forth. I could feel some of the tension ease on my wrists, and then the knife jolted as it cut through. Yes! I quickly brought the knife to my legs and sawed at the ropes frantically.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” A cold voice said. I looked up fearfully and saw the bandit that had been with Grimmjow earlier, Nnoitra, standing in the doorway and looking at me with a cruel smirk. “If Grimmjow can’t even keep an eye on his pets, someone is going to steal them away.” The tall man approached me slowly and I hurried the action of my hands, relief filling me somewhat as the rope snapped and I was finally free.

“Stay back!” I leapt to my feet and held the knife in front of me, eyes darting around nervously as I moved back, trying to keep the tables between us.

“So you do have some fire in you.” Nnoitra narrowed his eyes and walked forward with a sharp grin. “Not that it will do any good.”

He stepped around the table and I lunged, the knife held high as I swiped it down towards him. He easily dodged and grabbed my arm, using the force behind my lunge to flip me so I landed on my back on the table.

“Not fast enough.” My body was splayed across the table, arms pinned on either side of my head and my feet too far off the ground to get any leverage. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re prettier than most girls?” Nnoitra said with a cruel smile, leaning down so our faces were only a few inches apart. I glared at him, my mouth pressed in a tight line. “I bet you’re great in bed.” He forced my legs apart with his knees and ground his clothed hard on against me.

I gagged in disgust and squirmed, cursing him and his existence. It only made him laugh. I had always been a momma’s boy, I knew that. I ran to her whenever anything went wrong, and she was the only one that could make me smile when the world came crumbling down on me. But she wasn’t here now, and I couldn’t help but curse that I got my looks from her rather than my father.

“Nnoitra!” We both turned out heads to see Grimmjow stomping towards us. A tall brown haired man and a silver-haired man stood behind him, amusement showing clearly on their faces. “Get off of him! He’s mine!” Grimmjow drew his sword, anger flaring in his narrowed eyes as he stared at Nnoitra menacingly.

“Finders keepers.” Nnoitra sing-songed and pressed his body further down on mine. “He was about to escape, you don’t deserve him. You should give him to me, Aizen-sama.” Nnoitra demanded. “From what I heard, Grimmjow isn’t appreciative of you anyways.”

The brown haired man considered Nnoitra with a half-smile. “I’m afraid not, Nnoitra.” Aizen said. “Grimmjow went to great lengths to retrieve young Kurosaki and therefore the boy will be awarded to him.”

“I’m not some fucking thing that can be given to another person!” I snarled from my still pinned position on the table. “Let me the fuck go!”

“Hah!” Nnoitra laughed and leaned in close to me, making me try and force my head as far away as possible. “If only I got to tame that cheek you got there…”

“Nnoitra, get off of him.” Aizen admonished.

Nnoitra got off of me reluctantly and Grimmjow stormed over, grabbing a hold of my arm and pulling me up sharply. I glared at him and stomped down on his foot hard. He jerked me against his chest and growled at me, his blue eyes aflame with lust and possessiveness. The intensity made me want to take a step back, but his tight hold made it impossible.

A loud crash came from outside and the wall suddenly explode, throwing us onto the ground with debris scattering over us. Grimmjow leapt to his feet, lifting me up with him. His eyes roved over me to check for injuries and found nothing other some small scratches. “Nnoitra, watch Ichigo.” Aizen ordered, striding out of the room with Gin and Grimmjow close behind him.

“Anything happens to him, I’ll kill you.” Grimmjow stated in warning, giving both of us one last glance before following out the door.

“I guess it’s just you and I now.” Nnoitra said lowly with a perverted leer.

“Obviously.” I muttered to myself, dusting myself off and wincing at the bruises and cuts.

“There you are.” A gruff voice came from the hole in the wall. I was never so grateful to see somebody in my entire life. There was Kenpachi, his sword resting on his shoulder and grinning like a maniac.

“Tch, you are that man from before.” Nnoitra sneered in recognition and drew his own sword.

“Yeah.” Kenpachi said, dropping his sword down and pointing it at Nnoitra. “Enough talk. Let’s fight.”

“Hah! No problem.” Nnoitra replied and ran at him, bringing his sword down with surprising strength.

“So you do have some strength.” Kenpachi smirked wildly with a glint in his eye. “Good!”

I scrambled back out of the way as they fought, tables getting thrown out of the way and broken as the two destroyed what was left of the pub. Both of their long swords whipped through the air in large, sweeping motions; the steady clang of them coming together were the only clear sounds not muted by the commotion outside.

My eyes were glued to their faces, Kenpachi’s wild grin and Nnoitra’s frown. Kenpachi lifted his sword high above his head, leaving his body unprotected. When Nnoitra thrust his sword forward, Kenpachi shifted his body to the side and brought his arm down heavily, blood spraying into the air as it bit through Nnoitra’s face and torso. I raised a hand to cover my mouth at the sight of the blood, the heavy tang of it polluting my nose. I turned my eyes away from his hacked body and clenched them shut.

“Still alive, huh?” Kenpachi asked. My eyes snapped over and I realized that yes, Nnoitra was still breathing, albeit raggedly. “Whatever. No fun finishing off somebody who can’t fight.”

Kenpachi wiped his sword on his leg and walked over to me, grabbing my arm and jerking me from the corner I was crouched in. I scowled at him and punched him in the stomach solidly. The look of surprise on his face was worth it though.

“I’m tired of being dragged around!” I hissed and hit him again for good measure. I doubted my punches hurt him, they probably hurt my fist more, but it felt good.

“What? You want me to carry you?” He said with a frown.

“That’s not what I meant!” I said angrily and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m tired of being kidnapped, of being dragged and jerked around, and I’m tired of being molested!” I shouted at him.

He blinked slowly and frowned. “He didn’t…” He gestured with his sword to Nnoitra’s fallen form.

“No.” I said grudgingly. “You got here in time.”

“Good. Now let’s go.” To his credit, he didn’t grab my arm this time. But he did stay close to me as we walked out into the darkness. I heard laughter to my right and saw Ikkaku and Yumichika waltzing up covered in blood.

“Ya got the girl then?” Ikkaku asked with a smirk.

“Son of a bitch!” I shouted and launched myself at him, bringing my fist up to meet his chin, then rotating my body and catching his chest in a kick. He staggered backwards and clutched his chin in surprise.

Kenpachi chuckled at me, making me glower at him darkly.

“Are they still occupied?” Kenpachi asked, ignoring Ikkaku who was trying to attack me, but being held back by Yumichika.

“Yeah.” Yumichika was also not paying attention to Ikkaku, even though he was wrapping his arms around his chest to stop him. “Ganju’s fireworks worked great.”

“Good.” Kenpachi grunted. “Let’s go then.” He glanced over at me. “We brought your horse, you try to escape and you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

Of course. Why did I have to go for a ride by myself? Maybe I should listen to Renji more often…

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I apologize for the crappy battle scene, they really aren’t my forte. And I just couldn’t kill Nnoitra. I love him too much!!!