Wind's Calling

Jaegerjaquez

"You," (Y/n) looked up at Captain Zaraki, her jaw clenching. He barely fit in her doorway as he stared down at her. "Make me a bridge when we get there," he ordered.
"Huh," (Y/n)'s shoulders fell in exasperation.
"Make me a bridge to cross into Hueco Mundo on," her ordered louder. She flinched back as someone giggled from his shoulder.
"Kenny! You gotta be nice," Yachiru sang.
"I am being nice. I'm not fighting her," Captain Zaraki sniffed. (Y/n) blinked and stepped aside, letting the pair inside her office.
"Can you not focus your reishi that much," she asked as she closed the door.
"I don't care to," he snorted. She watched him look around before he took a seat, Yachiru jumping from his shoulders and bouncing about.
"All right then," (Y/n) nodded. "I must warn you though, my path is narrow even though it's sturdy. Can you keep balance?"
"Are you challenging me," he growled out.
"Nothing of the sort, Captain," (Y/n) sat behind her desk and went over what Jushiro and Shunsui had brought back as reports. "I am simply asking since I don't have any physical files that would indicate balance."
"Can you fight," (Y/n) stopped and looked up at him. He was leaning over the table with a large smile on his face that screamed madness. She had seen it permanently on the faces of hollows before.
(Y/n) put her cheek in her hand, her stare blank, "I was deemed qualified enough to participate in combat if needed if that's what you mean."
"Fight me," the Captain ordered. (Y/n) slammed her head into the table. How had she not seen that challenge coming?
"We leave very soon, Captain. I will accept your challenge once we come back," she groaned. "Take off is in an hour."

Captain Zaraki was on her heel, keeping up in the thin road of reishi she made. Urahara was nice enough to supply the doorway, the blackness more stable than what she remembered. Unohana, Isane, Mayuri, Nemu, Byakuya, Hanataro, Zaraki, and Yachiru followed her closely. "Yamamoto, you are with Unohana as guard once we get into Hueco Mundo," Byakuya ordered bluntly.
"Yes sir," she nodded.
Unohana giggled softly, "Her protection is unnecessary but thank you very much for your concern, Captain Byakuya. She may be useful in a different position."
"Why are we humoring a rat," Mayuri huffed. (Y/n) grit her teeth as the small group fell silent, "She's going to lead us into a trap."
"Captain Mayuri," Unohana warned a bit loudly. "Our timing currently relies on Yamamoto's guidance through unknown territory. You need to have faith."
"His suspicion is grounded, Captain Unohana," (Y/n) cut in. "I don't take any offense." She looked up quickly, sensing a change in the surroundings a second before the captains did. She leapt through a tear, stabbing into a lone hollow. The sand under her feet made her itch to take her shoes off so she could feel the course grains. It made her still as she took in the cold, forever night sky.
It was everything she remembered as she sheathed her zanpakuto, from the air to the feeling of the constant fighting. "Do not get distracted. Do not wander off. And do not fight anything unnecessarily," she ordered.
"Don't you dare get high and mighty with-"
"Captain," (Y/n) turned on him quickly, "Take this with a grain of salt but your arrogance can get you killed here in seconds."
"Then how did you survive? Hm," he sneered. (Y/n) turned from him, rolling her eyes as she scanned the horizon for Las Noches. "Answer me!"
"That building in the distance," (Y/n) pointed as she faced the group slightly, "That's where they'd be."
"We should hurry then," Unohana nodded. (Y/n) flashed after grabbing Hanataro, slowing occasionally for the captains to keep their eyes on her towards the domed building and to let the fourth seat calm down.
"(N/n) looks really happy, Kenny," Yachiru cheered. (Y/n) felt a cold sweat come over her. She spun, her zanpakuto out as she sliced through a hollow who got in the way. Was she happy? Her blood was pumping and her heart raced but it wasn't from anxiety or fear. It felt like forever until they reached a whole in the wall of the structure that now towered over them all.
"Well, Kurosaki is definitely here," Mayuri sniffed. There was a faint spiritual pressure that made (Y/n) stiff, her chest involuntarily squeezing at its familiarity. It was weak though, something that was still subsiding slowly.
"(Y/n), gather up those you can fine please," Unohana hummed.
"Those weren't her orders," Mayuri snapped.
"Placing her as Captain Unohana's guard puts Yamamoto under her command," Byakuya stated. "She can do with Yamamoto whatever she pleases."
"Go get those that are injured and bring them back to me," Unohana ordered. (Y/n) flashed, feeling for any other spiritual pressure that was diminishing. She stopped short at the familiar one, staring at Grimmjow on his back. He was worse for wear and she could tell he wasn't going to make it as he weakly looked at her. The look on his face was tired as she knelt by him.
Ichigo wasn't far off, fighting with another arrancar with a strange child and Orihime in tow. Grimmjow had been forgotten in the sand under a fake blue sky.
"Is this the color you talked about all the time," he coughed as he looked back up. (Y/n) didn't know what to say as she curled into herself a bit. "Say something, you weasel. I'm your king after all."
"You're not my king," she sighed. "Yeah, it is."
"They got something right then," he coughed after his snicker, squeezing his eyes closed.
"I can't help you. You'll die before I can," (Y/n) shifted a bit closer, hesitating before taking his hand. He gave a weak squeeze back, glancing as best he can.
"You're warm," he commented.
"You're getting colder," she retorted softly. She let go, his grip becoming firm to keep her hand there. "I was always a soul reaper, Grimmjow. I'm sure you knew that."
"Like hell you're a soul reaper," he sniffed. The tone in his voice was growing weaker and weaker, "You belong here."
"I don't," (Y/n) smiled a bit as his eyes began to glaze over. "I came to say bye, Grimmjow."
"(Y/n), you're one of my people," he could barely snap at her. "You're mine, (Y/n)." His hand went limp and (Y/n) held her breath for a while before sighing. She lifted his body over her shoulders, something in her chest refusing to accept Grimmjow's death like it should have. She placed his body behind Unohana, sitting herself down and refusing to stare at it.
"There was no one then," Unohana asked gently. Isane and her were treating another arrancar and Chad without any interruptions.
"No one," (Y/n) nodded.