Surprise, surprise! I'm not dead! :D I know, weird, right? ._. Could've fooled me -_-"
Last chapter of BTW... Yeeeeeeeey.
No seriously, I lost my motivation for this story for a while there xD Like, this last month has been a Hetalia month for me xD Reading, writing, watching, listening *coughcoughusukdramacdX)*, you name it!
This chapter was written to this song. Just replace the (dot)s by . if you wanna listen to it :D I recommend it, especially the last 2 minutes of the song during the final battle at the end of this chapter. Sets the mood perfectly, I think X)
I recommend watching Pirates of the Caribbean 4: On Stranger Tides. No, sorry, recommend is a little soft. I BLOODY ORDER YOU TO GO WATCH THIS MOVIE EHIUFWBHUVIGBWEKVLWBE. I orgasmed at least 3 times during the entire thing (JK ._.) This movie is PURE GENIUS. Pirates of the Caribbean is my life X)
I'm also thinking of changing my penname to Sabaku-chan, or something of the sort. What do you guys think? LoZ4L is kinda... biased *coughcoughdoesn'twritelozanymoreT_T*
Also, let me thank my lovely reviewers, who have supported me all this time. I couldn't have done anything without you guys, and for that, I am forever thankful~ :D
Big thanks to: ADDBaby, U-Wish-U-Knew, yerashi9921, kuro-ame-neko, CoolGirl150 and DEMONIC BLACKMAGIC :D
(EDIT/: Addressing an anonymous review I got on chapter 4 saying Ichigo was so out of character, it left the reviewer speechless, I'd only like to clarify, everyone. This is an AU story, alternate universe. Ichigo isn't a shinigami. He's just a normal teenager like me and (probably) you, trying to survive through high school and find himself a good college. Now please go ahead and tell me that if you lived through trials like these, you wouldn't feel the need to act human once in a while. That's just what they are in this fic. Purely human. And we, as humans, have feelings that are sometimes not easily contained. The end.)
So there, enjoy the last chapter of Behind Tinted Windows!
Warning: Violence, language, nothing much :3
I didn't know Grimmjow could drive. I mean, he didn't have his license, but he could still manage a car.
Note the choice of words: manage, and not drive.
Somehow, we made it to the school two minutes early, without even getting stopped by the police. At least the two minutes we spared served to calming everyone down and waiting until colour returned to our faces. Cause honestly, I don't think a bleached bedsheet would look this white.
"You are never. Driving again." Shiro decided for all of us as he caught our breaths.
"Save it, asshole." Grimmjow muttered, crossing his arms.
"Stop quarrelling. Now, quickly, we must move." Ulquiorra motioned with his hand. In less than a second, our party of seven (what? We couldn't just have left Szayel there, after all) burst into a run towards the familiar building.
We ran into the schoolyard just in time to witness what Neliel had informed us to be the inter-class timed battle.
The Shinigami girls, all sporting their traditional black bandanas around their arms, and the Hollow Girls, their white bandanas around their necks, were squared off in what had to be the biggest bitch-fight ever.
Us boys (and girl) couldn't stand to watch, though, because time was running out as we thought these words.
Neliel was the first to react.
"Come on! I'll make way for you, then stay here and try to calm things down!" she yelled before running into the crowd. We watched, frozen in shock, as the normally innocent girl gave out a large battle cry and shoulder-tackled a Shinigami girl.
Nnoitra was then the first to snap out of shock.
"Run for it, guys. I'll stay here and help Nel." He decided, before running into the crowd.
"Alright, let's move." Grimmjow solemnly nodded and broke out into a run again, heading through the passage that had been cleared for us by Nel and Nnoitra.
We safely made it inside the school, immediately noticing its bare hallways. Everyone must still be in class, probably watching the fight outside. Well, at least no one would get in our way.
"Szayel." Ulquiorra turned to the pink-haired science geek. "If you wanted to place a single bomb in this entire school to blow its main core out and open way to a secret chamber, where would you set it?"
Szayel seemed to think for a moment before his eyes widened.
"Basement floor, next to the cafeteria, there is a door that is always closed and labelled "High Voltage". Through that door, there is a set of spiralling stairs that go down into the second basement level. Through the hallways there should be a door or something that leads into the chamber where the bomb is set." He quickly explained.
"Why do you know all this?" Shiro raised a brow in disbelief.
"Maps, dear Shiro. I have a fascination with blueprints, so I stole and studied the school's blueprints last year." The science geek of our squad flipped his hair over his shoulder proudly.
"Weird." Shiro stuck a tongue out and turned around.
"Alright, run along. I'll call the cops and start evacuating the classes in the bomb's perimeter, just in case you don't make it on time." Szayel nodded seriously.
"Who are you kidding?" I gritted my teeth angrily. "We are going to make it on time, no matter what."
"I'll hold you up on that." Szayel smirked and pulled out his cellphone, turning towards the hallway opposite to the one we were going towards. "Now go."
"Got it." The four of us replied at the same time before turning around and rushing down our own hallway.
"How much time left?" I asked between pants as we ran.
"Four minutes." Grimmjow made a tch noise with his tongue as he checked his watch. "Thankfully, we're not far. We should make it with a minute or so to spare."
"Thank your horrible driving." Shiro snickered, making a sharp turn as we reached the stairs that took us to the basement.
Saving our breath, we ran in silence, heavy panting being the only sound echoing on the empty walls. We soon reached the cafeteria, and stopped in front of the cursed door.
"I've always wondered what was here." Shiro panted, leaning on the wall to catch his breath.
"Well then, we're just about to find out, aren't we?" I smirked, watching as Grimmjow took a step back and rammed into the locked door.
"Locked from the inside." He growled. "Shit."
"I'll do this." Ulquiorra stepped forward, pulling out something that looked like a Swiss knife from his pocket. Instead of a screwdriver and scissors, though, the teen browsed for a second before pulling out a slightly curved piece of metal.
Damn, these guys were good.
Obviously having done this a million times before, Ulquiorra made quick work of the lock, the door opening with an ominous creak as he pulled the tool back out of the hole.
"Quickly." Was the only word needing to be uttered before we were all rushing down the spiral stairs laid out in front of us.
There was hardly any lighting in the dark, mouldy place. Water was dripping from the ceiling, moss and bacteria growing pretty much everywhere. A heavy smell lingered in the air, obviously because of the lack of aeration. We had to be extremely careful not to fall on the slippery, chipped stone steps as we rushed down.
Once at the second level of the basement, we took a brief moment to analyse our surroundings before breaking out into yet another run. With our remaining time decreasing rapidly, it was all we could do.
The dark, dirty walls scrolled past us as we ran, following the sinewy hallways according to Grimmjow's lead. We just hoped his sense of direction wasn't as bad as his driving.
As we turned another corner, I was suddenly struck by a sense of déjà-vu. Had I... been here before?
No, it couldn't have been. I'd never been down here in my life. Maybe another place that resembled this one? No, not really. I don't really have a fascination for dark, dingy places. So this had to be the first time I'd seen this place.
But why did I sense a déjà-vu just waiting for me around the corner?
The answer to that was, ironically, just around the corner.
We slid into a stop just in time to avoid running into him.
Redundancy at its best.
"Who else, my dear children?"
Bastard-ness at its best.
"Get out of the way." Grimmjow threatened with a growl, glaring at his adoptive father.
"I believe you are mistaken on our roles here, dear Grimmjow." Aizen chuckled calmly. "You see, I am the one who gives orders here, not you."
"We will not let you destroy innocent lives for the sake of your pleasure." Ulquiorra clenched his fists.
"But I shall be building a much better, purer, more innocent world than the one we live in right now. Won't you see reason and join my cause?" the older man tried again.
"No. Definite no. Now let us pass. We have lives to save." Shiro growled.
"I'm afraid you're too late, even if you try your best now. Less than a minute remains until the bomb explodes." Aizen made a tch noise with his tongue, clicking it in a mockingly sorrowful tone.
"Fuck you." Grimmjow simply whispered. "One minute is all we need."
And, as if coordinated by mere thoughts, the two brothers dashed forward, attacking Aizen.
Relief swept through me as I watched them fight, soon replaced by terror as I realized Aizen was effortlessly blocking every single one of their attacks. Kicks were blocked, punches were caught, trips jumped over, and counter-attacks numerous. All these actions went on in such a flurry that I almost couldn't make them out.
I was snapped out of my daze by Shiro, who grabbed my arm and started running.
"Come on, you heard the man! One minute is all we've got!" he yelled, pulling me past Ulquiorra, Grimmjow and Aizen. I bit my lip and threw them one last worried look before rounding the corner and heading into a new hallway.
Very quickly, we reached the metal door at the end. The many locks and chains slung over it were broken open, and I realized we had arrived.
This is where it would all go down.
Kicking the door open, Shiro and I burst in. The first thing we noticed through the darkness were the flashing red numbers right in front of us.
"Quick, break it!" I cried out, fumbling around the explosive for wires I could cut.
"I don't know how to do that!" Shiro hissed back, pulling out his trusty Swiss knife.
"Do something! Cut wires at random!" I suggested urgently, pulling up some wires running down from the explosive.
"Shiiiiiiit." Shiro growled in a genuinely worried and fearful tone, pulling out the knife and sawing through the wires.
"It's not working!" my best friend cried out, frantically cutting all the wires that fell into his hands.
"It's all we can do! Keep going!" I choked a sob, noticing the numbers.
"If we die, I want to say I love you for being such an awesome friend!" Shiro bit his lip and ripped through one more wire.
"We can have all the bromance you want if we get out of here alive!" I screamed, closing my eyes.
The dreaded numbers blinked on and off for a few seconds, and before I knew it, a shrill beeping was piercing through the air.
The high-pitched beeps that signalled the impending explosion rang out for a few seconds, and stopped.
That's when I clenched my eyelids shut and covered my ears. So this is where I, Ichigo Kurosaki, die.
It took me a few moments, maybe a few minutes, to realize, though, that I was still breathing.
Dreading what I might see, I cracked one of my eyes open gently, looking around.
I was still alive.
And so was Shiro, standing there and breathing heavily with an extremely thick wire clutched in his hand, cut in half.
Silence was all we could manage.
"Well then, about that bromance." Shiro spoke up after a while, his tone shaky and laced with fear.
"Screw bromance, you saved the entire fucking school, Shiro!" I gaped like a fish out of water, my body suddenly feeling boneless.
"I know, I'm awesome like that." My best friend only grinned and extended a shaky knuckle for me to bump. Even through the friendly, reassuring fist bump, though, I could feel his quaking.
I think it'll be good for our sanities if we never do that again.
"We have to go tell everyone." I breathed out in relief once I'd calmed my running heart.
"Let's go. Ulquiorra and Grimmjow might need our help to fight off Aizen anyways." Shiro nodded, and with one last look thrown at the room that was this close to becoming our tomb, we left and closed the heavy metal door behind us.
We rushed back the sinewy passages, the silence around us unnerving to the very end. The only thing we could hear were the sounds of our own footsteps. No sounds of battle.
Could they have been...?
No, no. I can't think like that. In the darkest times, I must keep hope alive, no matter what.
Fearing what we'd find next, we turned the corner that led into the passage where we'd left Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.
And what we found both gave us hope and discouraged us at the same time.
Rushing to the exact spot at the end of the hallway where we'd left them, we stopped in hopes of finding clues.
On a positive note, there were no bodies around, so they weren't dead.
Then again, if they weren't here... where were they?
"Ichigo, look at this!" Shiro called, pointing at something on the dark wall. With the poor lighting, it was hard to tell what it was, but fear made me look at it in a new light. I quickly recognized the stain.
Fresh blood, judging by the smell.
"What do we do?" my albino buddy gritted his teeth, worried.
"We find them. Now that the biggest threat's out of the way, we should rush around to find them." I decided, turning around towards the next hallway, leaving the stain on the wall.
"You're right. I'm ready to bet Aizen took them." Shiro growled, starting up into a jog. I quickly caught up and nodded grimly.
"And I think I know where they're headed." I whispered sombrely.
No other words were exchanged as we bounded up the old stairwell and out the door, rushing up the next set of stairs and flying out of the school's front doors.
It looked like the battle outside had stopped. Now, both camps were lying down or rushing around to help their injured (injured being girls having had their hair pulled out, nails broken, or at worse, scratched and bleeding in some places). Some teachers had come out and were yelling at some students, probably one of the reasons why the fight had stopped.
Not even giving one of the teachers the chance to intercept us and berate us, we quickly ran out the school perimeter. Just like Szayel had promised, officer cars were stationed outside, the policemen quickly filing out the cars and into the building. We waved at Starrk as we ran past him and Halibel and exited onto the streets.
During school hours, the streets were quite empty. No large sounds, except the beating of our own hearts, thundered from around us, and we kept jogging in silence.
But, being human, our stamina soon ran out, and we painfully staggered a bit until we reached a bus stop and caught a bus.
While the bus rushed past the scenery, we sat down to catch our breaths.
"So what's the plan?" Shiro asked once he was done panting.
"No plan. Call cops, rush in, find them, get out." I replied confidently.
"Well, you're the man." Shiro shrugged. "Where do you think they'll be?"
"The basement, for sure. Gives them the smallest chance of escape and keeps them well hidden from prying eyes." I nodded.
"What if Aizen's in there?" my best friend finally brought up, frowning thoughtfully.
"Well..." I hesitated before steeling my glare. "We'll just have to kill him, now, won't we?"
"Ehhhh, Ichigo? You know we can go to jail for killing someone, right?" Shiro inched away from me a bit, looking creeped out.
"As long as that bastard's gone from everyone's lives, I'm ready to pay the price. No matter what it is." I huffed before pressing the Stop button. "Come on, we're getting down at the next stop."
"Dammit, Ichi, I hope you know what you're doing." My best friend simply whispered before following me out of the bus.
As the bus drove off, we ran across the street and onto ours. If we'd gotten here under different circumstances, I'd be able to affirm that this street was just like any other, peaceful, calm and lively.
But no. Our street was special. It was home to a homicidal maniac. You don't get that every day, do you?
Ignoring our house as we passed it by, we jumped over the fence to bastard-sama's house and ran to the front door.
"Well then, I don't have Ulquiorra's super cool lock busting skills. Do you?" Shiro asked as we eyed the door.
"No, but I have Grimmjow's super hard fist of doom. Good enough?" I smirked and clenched my fist, punching the distorting glass that stood on top of the lock. A couple more punches, and it cracked, easily giving me access to the inside.
I fumbled around for a bit before finding the lock and unlocked the door without any trouble. I then removed my slightly bloody fist and un-clenched it, wincing in pain.
"You'll feel like a hero for breaking a window later, carrot top. Let's go now." Shiro smirked before pushing me and opening the door.
We held our breaths as we stepped in, noting that this was the first time we'd seen the inside of Aizen's house. Last time, we exited via a trap door in the garden, so we really hadn't seen what Aizen's interior decoration tastes were till now.
To my utter horror, I could confirm that the man had some pretty peculiar (scary) tastes.
The walls and the floors were all painted white. Stark, plain, white. The sparse furniture was mostly black, or a dark colour at least. The tinted windows were not letting much light in, casting an ominous glow over the living room.
The entire house looked like one big surgery room.
"This gives me the creeps." Shiro whispered. "Let's find them and get the fuck out of here."
"I agree." I shivered, feeling something breathe down my neck. I whipped around, my heart skipping a beat. Thankfully for my sanity, nothing –or no one- was there.
"Stop your delusions, I think I found the way to the basement." My best friend nudged me, grabbing my attention. His fingers were brushing over a wall surface that seemed no different from others. One swift knock to it, though, made a hollow sound reverberate.
"Definitely. A hidden door." I nodded, pushing my fingernails in the cracks to try and open it.
Shiro, on the other hand, fumbled a bit more around the wall and finally felt a loose part of the wood. Grinning, he pushed it, and with a rumbling sound, the hidden door swung open.
"How did you-"
"Movies, man. Movies." He chuckled before eyeing the inside of the door. It looked kind of like a ladder that led down into a dark abyss.
"I'll go in first." I offered. "Come down when I tell you to."
I only waited for Shiro's silent nod before turning around and taking a tentative step on the wooden ladder.
The steps creaked under my weight but held strong as I made my way further down. The small light emanating from the entrance was slowly becoming a small dot in the distance.
I climbed down for a while until a solid floor finally came in contact with my feet. I let go of the ladder and turned around, my eyes widening at the new environment.
"Come down, Shiro." I called in as much of a low voice that I could muster, before turning back to the hallway.
Fog was blurring my vision as it floated around the hallway lazily. The walls, painted black, seemed to constrict as I scrutinized them. The white wooden floor creaked as I shifted my weight, nervous with the chill in the air. Thankfully, all was silent except for the sounds of Shiro coming down the ladder.
"Well then..." he sighed once he made it down. "This is the annexe?"
"Looks like it. Come on." I gulped down and stepped forward shakily.
We walked close to each other, as if afraid something would jump out and eat us if we made a single false step. The entire place looked like it was pulled straight out of a horror movie or a zombie apocalypse video game.
Then again, I would have liked one of those better than the bare hallways we were walking in now. I mean, in zombie games, there would be blood, debris, broken glass and rotting wood around. In here, there was... nothing.
As if the bareness of the place itself was supposed to choke you.
It was terrifying, to say the least. Whoever built this (probably that maniac psycho bastard) really knew how to abuse human psychology.
"Oh hey, is that a door?" Shiro finally whispered, pointing at something in the distance. I squinted through the omnipresent fog, just to realize that yes, it was in fact a door painted white, a strange contrast with the deep black walls.
"It is." I gulped down nervously as we picked up our pace to reach it. "Wonder what's behind it."
"I don't. I don't even wanna take another step forward anymore. This place is killing me. I want to go home." Shiro chuckled morbidly. "But I'm doing this for friends, so I'll endure this only this once."
"Thanks. I'd kill you if you left me alone anyways." I laughed lightly, punching him amusedly in the shoulder.
"Ass. After I saved your life, too." Shiro pouted.
Together, we had a long, nice laugh, up until we reached the dreaded door.
"Go on, open it." Shiro motioned to the knob.
"You do it." I frowned.
"You do it."
"No, you do it."
"No you do it!"
"I'll do it!"
"Fine, I'll do it!" he screamed in annoyance before realizing his mistake.
I smirked smugly and motioned to the door.
"All yours, Milady."
"Fuck you." He pouted before grabbing the knob and turning it.
We held our breaths as the new room was opened up to us. There were a lot of differences with the previous hallway, though.
First of all, we noted as we walked inside and closed the door, there was no fog clouding the atmosphere. Second of all, although the colour scheme was still the same, there was much more furniture.
Wooden tables and chairs were strewn here and there, and crammed bookshelves were set a bit further back.
This entire place looked like a huge, scary, haunted library.
I've never liked libraries.
"Dead end." Shiro clicked his tongue in disappointment.
"So they must be here." I bit my lip and stepped forward again.
"Let's search well." Shiro nodded in affirmation.
Nodding back, I took a deep breath and walked off, peeking through the rows and rows of bookshelves. It must have cost a lot to build this creepy room.
Then again, being the town destroyer-dictator-maniac Aizen was, he'd probably have many sources of revenue.
"Still haven't found them on this side of the room." Shiro pouted from next to me.
"Keep looking. They have to be here." I growled and peeked through the rows again.
As we reached the last row, our efforts finally paid off.
There, against the wall, chained by the wrists and gagged with duct tape, stood Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, watching us with wide, fearful eyes.
"They're here!" I screamed in a high-pitched voice, immediately grabbing Shiro's attention.
"Yes! Now we can finally get out of here!" he rushed to my side and together, we ran to Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.
The two brothers seemed to mumble and mutter as loud as they could through the duct tape, but no coherent words came out.
"Wait a bit, we'll untie you and make our escape." I assured Grimmjow as I stepped forward to grab the chains wound around his wrists, bolted to the wall.
"Mmm! Mmmhmmhmmm!" the teen in front of me protested, a fruitless attempt at that, too.
"Ichigo, hurry!" Shiro shivered from next to me as he busied himself with Ulquiorra. "I... I'm scared. I-I-I feel like we're being watched."
"I'm doing my best!" I hissed through my teeth. I was too busy undoing the bolt on the wall to pay attention to Grimmjow as he widened his eyes in horror.
It was too late to react to anything much after that.
"My, my, my. Look at what the cat dragged in."
I froze at the familiarly despicable voice and slowly turned around, unable to hide the horror in my eyes.
Right there, two or three feet in front of me, stood the biggest, most dangerous bastard on Earth.
I hadn't even heard him walk in! How had he done that?
"I-I-It's over, A-Aizen!" I growled, failing to insert the threatening tone I would have liked to insert in my voice.
"For you boys, of course it is. But for my empire, it is just the beginning." The man smirked sadistically and pulled out a dagger from his belt, twirling it in his fingers.
"Fuck!" I swore, biting my lip as Aizen took a step forward, and lunged.
Unable to tear my eyes away from the glinting of the deadly weapon in his hand, I watched, mesmerized, as death itself rushed towards me.
And suddenly, like an angel of light, Aizen was pushed back. It took me a second to realize that Grimmjow had extended a leg and kicked him from behind me.
"Thanks." I whispered, still in shock as I turned to Grimmjow. He threw me a steely glare that practically bled the words "GO!" out.
"Ichigo, let's do this!" Shiro encouraged, letting go of Ulquiorra, who was halfway free of the wall and fumbling with his nimble fingers to undo the rest.
"Right!" I only had time to drop into a fighting position as Aizen attacked again.
This time, he went for Shiro with a large swing, which Shiro easily evaded by ducking. Avoiding the sharp knee that blocked his path, he fell back and turned around Aizen to come stand by my side.
Mr Bitch-Curl only smirked and lunged again, dagger in hand. He swung vertically, forcing up to separate, and then swung an arm, catching me in the jaw. I was knocked back against the wall, my head painfully hitting the black-painted wall.
Having me out of the way for the moment, Aizen advanced for Shiro, and made another horizontal swing with his dagger, to which Shiro responded by falling backwards into a bridge position and kicking his legs up. At the same time as flipping back into a standing position, he kicked the dagger in Aizen's hand out of the way.
Recovering quickly, I lunged from behind and grabbed Aizen's wrist and throat before he could move again.
Aizen simply smirked and struggled a bit before putting all his body weight on his arm and flipping me over.
I fell on the ground with a painful thud, my back cracking.
Wasting no time, Shiro quickly jumped over me and went for a flying kick to Aizen's solar plexus. Aizen quickly sidestepped and grabbed Shiro's ankle, redirecting the kick towards the ground, where Shiro fell and tumbled.
"Shit!" I whispered, rubbing some sweat away from my eyes before getting back up and making a jump for the back of Aizen's knees. By a stroke of luck, he didn't seem me coming and crumpled as I tackled him American-football style.
Now up and ready again, Shiro saw a perfect occasion for a kick. He first went for a this-is-spartaaaaaa type of kick to Bitch-Curl's face, but the latter simply moved his head to the right to avoid it, all the while pushing me off of him. Before he could get up, though, Shiro brought his foot back down and made a small arch with it to gather more power. Without ever setting his foot down, he went for another side, sweeping, this time.
The kick hit Aizen harshly in the side of the face, sending him flying to the floor. Our triumph was short lived, though, as he immediately stood up again, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Quite a teamwork you have established there." Aizen smirked, as if knowing something we didn't. "Unfortunately, it won't help you much with me." Another blade suddenly slid into his hand from wherever those blades are spawning from, and he lunged for me.
"Shiro, knife!" I screamed urgently. My best friend quickly pulled his trust Swiss knife from his pocket and tossed it to me. I caught it just in time to use its metal body to block Aizen's blade.
Aizen straightened again to counter Shiro's punch, and this gave me time to flip the knife tool open.
Once Shiro had been slammed into the wall, Aizen turned to me again and picked up where he left off by attacking me with his dagger.
Thankfully, I'd always been the better two of us to spar with weapons, so I deflected his swings and jabs with ease. Then again, both of us knew it couldn't go on forever, and that when one of us eased up, the other would immediately win.
Unknowingly, we started pushing back against the wall where Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were still tied up. Seeing us advance towards them, Ulquiorra threw me a beckoning look. I instantly knew what I had to do.
Well, Ulquiorra had always been the strategist, as opposed to Grimmjow, who was the fighter. I couldn't find, in my brief moment of thought, any large problem with his plan.
I went for a sweeping kick that forced Aizen to jump back extremely close to his raven-haired son, and that's when the latter reacted.
His legs shot out from underneath him and wound themselves around Aizen's waist. Supported by the chains around his wrists, he was able to hold the position easily.
Aizen raised a surprised brow at that and immediately turned around with the intention to hit Ulquiorra to get free. That's when I lunged, letting out a loud battle cry and putting all my strength into my right hand. With the velocity and power of my swing, the knife in my hand easily cut through Aizen's skin and buried itself up to the hilt into his shoulder.
Aizen's eyes widened in silent pain as blood started to flow from the deep stab wound. Before he could even reach out and grab the knife to pull it out, Grimmjow, from next to Ulquiorra, let out a growl of effort as well. My eyes widened in shock as he pulled against his bonds, the chains cringing under the pressure he was putting. They finally burst free of the wall with a metal-against-metal noise that reverberated in my head. With the power put behind the pull, he was able to swing his still-bound hands towards his adoptive father and hit him harshly in the joint between his shoulder and neck.
The force caused Aizen to crumple with a cry of pain (something I delighted myself with for a moment), falling to his knees. Ulquiorra's legs let him go, but before he could even make a partial recovery, Shiro came in with one of his infamous flying kick to the chest and ended it all by slamming the older man back against Ulquiorra, unconscious.
And probably sporting a broken rib or so, courtesy of Shiro.
Ulquiorra groaned in pain and displeasure at having his body slammed harshly against the wall, but said nothing much as all of us were drained.
"Shit..." I finally whispered, falling to my knees in front of Aizen's unconscious body. "We did it."
"Yes..." Shiro nodded with a grim smile, supporting himself against the wall and clutching his bleeding head. "We did."
"Come on." I urged him, getting up and shakily making my way towards Grimmjow, who was almost out of his chains, and ripping the duct tape off his mouth.
"Fuck!" was the first thing he said. "Those are my beautiful lips you're butchering!"
"Beautiful lips my ass." I smirked, throwing the duct tape away. "I'm just glad you're alive."
"Tch. Worried, eh, little Ichigo?" the blue-haired teen smirked ravenously as he shook his hands, finally getting rid of his bonds. The metal chains clattered to the ground noisily before the room went silent again.
Next to us, Shiro helped Ulquiorra out of his chains and caught him as the black-haired teen slumped, exhausted. Once his duct tape was off as well, he sighed.
"Never ever kick someone into me again, please."
"Sorry. It was a sacrifice to be made. At least it's over and done with now." Shiro chuckled nervously, helping the petite teen stand.
"Alright, I say we get the fuck out of here." I groaned wearily, leaning on Grimmjow as my chest ached. I think Aizen's not the only one with a broken, or at least cracked, rib.
"Good idea. Been in this hellish place for way too long now." Grimmjow nodded as he helped me walk.
"Grimmjow, it's been about half an hour, if not twenty minutes. Not that bad." Ulquiorra contested.
"No, Ulqui. It's been more than just thirty minutes. It's been seventeen years." Grimmjow solemnly muttered, closing the conversation.
We left the library in silence and rushed through the foggy hallway, all the way to the ladder, which we climbed with some difficulty.
"There." I sighed, helping Ulquiorra up as he came up last. "It's all done now. Let's close the door to this stupid annexe and never speak of it again."
"I agree." Grimmjow nodded and gently supported me as we made our way to the front door. Ulquiorra slung an arm around Shiro for support as well as they followed behind us.
The first thing we noticed as we came out were the police cars stationed in front of the house, cops making a perimeter around the house and giving orders to one another. Szayel must have called them to this place shortly after the bomb was stopped.
As we walked out of the front door (which was now ruined thanks to my bloody fist), we were immediately noticed and assaulted by a bunch of police officers and firefighters who each supported us to the nearest seats, asking us if we were okay and what had happened.
All in good time, I figured, as I smiled to them and let them lead us away.
We were put down next to the dried up fountain in front of their house, where we sat on the border, sighing.
"Well, now that that's over with." I smiled grimly, watching as police officers filed into the house to conduct a search.
"I say we go back to being normal, whatever normal is." Shiro nodded.
"Yes, we'll do that." Ulquiorra nodded with one of those rare, sweet smiles, inching closer against his brother.
"Sounds nice enough." Grimmjow nodded with a smile, slinging an arm protectively around his little brother. Or older brother. We still didn't know which one of them was born before the other.
After that unsaid promise to go back to normal, we all fell into silence. We seemed to do that a lot these days. Then again, it was a comfortable silence, not a tense one, so I enjoyed it while it lasted.
And I thought at that exact moment, as the chilly wind blew our hair and clothes around, that all stories do have a happy ending.
And this was ours.
Because the good guys had prevailed, the bad guy was gone, everything would be okay, and...
And this was our happy ending because most of all, we'd succeeded in relieving people of their struggles, saving two lost, lonely, broken souls and giving them new lives that didn't need to be hidden Behind Tinted Windows.
Yeah, it's kinda like my trademark to end my stories with the sentence. This one was... okay, I guess. Done better, done worse. Let's see what your interpretation of the last sentence is, cause I can find two of them. And that's just me xD
Also, Hetalia fans might or might not recognize the annexe. That's right, it's the same annexe you can find in HetaOni. It's around part 16 or so, I think. 15-16, not sure. But anyways, the creepy fog at the entrance has always bloody scared the crap out of me, so I had to put it here :D And the place where Ulqui and Grimm were was the place where the "How many fingers am I holding up?" scene went on between America and England D': That scene made me bawl my eyes out like a baby, seriously.
Also, I wanted to mention that this story was heavily inspired by a movie called "Disturbia", starring Shia Laboeuf. Prety good movie, if you ask me. Made me jump a few times. You should watch it if you have time, and try to find the similarities between this story and the movie.
Okay, soooo, I wanna thank everyone who read and reviewed... Sorry I got extremely lazy with this story ^^; Inspiration is scarce in the Bleach fandom right now. Can't say the same for Hetalia, since I might just need a brain condom when it comes to coming up with new ideas for Hetalia fanfiction. Seriously? I must have at least 15 new story ideas for Hetalia, only 2 of which are in development right now xD
So, if you're looking to write a Hetalia fanfiction and are out of ideas... PM me, I could give you some headers xD
Also, remember I mentionned a Bleach pirate fic? Sorry if you were looking forward to it, but it's been converted into a Hetalia story that's a quarter-way done already ^^;
So yep, yep... Hope you guys enjoyed the story... I think it was pretty disorganized and looked like a chicken-without-a-head type of story (meaning I had no idea where the plot was going, or if there even was one in the first place -_-"), but if you liked it, good for you 8D I'm happy (:
So please review to close up this story :D It doesn't have to be a huge paragraph review, it can be "I like this" or "Ew." xDDD Short and sweet :3 I just want to have a general impression of the story and its appreciation quota xD
Alright then, I'm off to write me some more Hetalia! Thank you soooo much for all of you for reading and following me so far, and I do hope I see you in future stories as well (although I'm pretty sure I won't be writing Bleach any longer for the moment)! Alla prossima, amici, grazie mille!
I don't speak Italian (yet! I might pick up some when I go to Italy this summer xD), by the way, so don't send me huge reviews in Italian. Huge reviews in French are a-o-kay though. Being Quebecan rules. (:
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