Black Night, White Butterfly-A Bleach Fanfiction

Carpe Deim, Chapter Five

Grimmjow bowed as he left Aizen's presence, and corralled me back into my room.

He tossed my katana onto my bedroll, grumbling something foul.

I sat next to it, fuming and in pain.

"Damn it... Fuck Aizen..." He swore, but sat in front of me, "Listen-"

"Fuck. You, and anything you have to 'explain.' I think it's all pretty damn obvious what's happened and I damn well don't need to hear it from you!" I barked out in rage.

But I obviously couldn't do much, my arm and especially my head felt like shit.

He sighed loudly, "I don't care if you hear this or not-but Aizen does, so I've got to explain it. You'd better fuckin listen," He hissed back, eyes slitted again.

I growled in reply.

"Well then," He explained firstly about the ghosts, or 'wholes,' then told me about the hollows. He explained that he was an Arrancar-while pointing to his hole, which still freaked me out-and all about the Espadas, the Shinigami, their Zanpaku-tôs, and a bit about the Quincies, along with a few random curses thrown at all of them.

He also explained a bit about what sort of... position I'd have to fill.

By the time he had finish, my head hurt even worse.

But I hadn't lost common sense.

"While you made a good story, why the hell should I believe any of it?" I scoffed, arms crossed.

"You don't," He replied, walking out, "But it'd benefit you a hell of a lot more if you did. By the way, there'll be a meeting at six. Be there, and wear your damn uniform."

Then Smurfhead left, closing the door behind him.

I debated the truth in it for a long while from every angle-but, unfortunately, I didn't see how or why this couldn't be true.

After all, I was standing in the middle of whatever the hell Hueco Mundo was.

I sighed.

I clearly couldn't fight my way out of here, yet. But, if I bade my time, maybe an escape opportunity would come.

At least, I hoped it would...

I shook my head.

That was my best chance of escape-if I acted very well and tried to excel at combat, as my 'job' required, it might just buy me a trip to one of their missions in the 'World of the Living,' as he called it.

I decided that I'd better look the part until then, and slipped on the outfit in my dresser. It was kind of cool, in a way, and was rather comfortable.

I took the blue sash and criss-crossed it around the undershirt, tying it loosely, then slipped my sword into it.

It was much comfier in there than it was in my belt loop.

I paced around my room, figuring up some potential escape plans.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I nearly jumped out of my skin when someone rapped on the door.

"Who is itttt?!" I called sarcastically.

"Szayel Aporro-Grantz," Came a thin, peeved reply, "Who was sent to lead you to the debriefing room."

"Oh..." I quickly grabbed my phone, and reset the time. I'd need to be punctual if I was going to play along, after all.

I flung the door open to see a creepy, tall guy with pink hair and glasses.