Title: Forsaken

Author: Tara Kitaide

genre: romance/angst/tragedy

Pairing: Renji x Ichigo/Grimmjow x Renji

Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be so cool to own bleach? Unfortunately, I don't. If I did, there'd be hot yaoi smut every chapter.

Warning: Yaoi, language, fantasy violence

Rating: M for possible yaoi scenes

Dedication: To my fans! I love you all!

-/-/-/-

Mitsuji groaned and opened his eyes. He was sweaty and sticky and sore all over from previous activities. He sat up and pushed the sheet off of him. He was alone in the room. Grimmjow had left. "He has to watch the kid starting today." He reminded himself. Mitsuji sighed and ran a hand through his damp hair. "Could have at least woken me up."

The arrancar couldn't remember how many times they had done it afterwards. Grimmjow pounded into him and found release within so many times that the younger arrancar lost count. Mitsuji recalled that sick animalistic look in his lovers eyes and shivered. Grimmjow had marked him and made him bleed many times over. At the memory, Mitsuji felt his neck where most of the skin was dark and abused. "Great, Idiot. How am I gonna cover up these?" He growled although he knew Grimmjow couldn't hear him.

Reluctantly, he dragged his sore bottom out of bed and headed for Grimmjow's shower. A nice long bath would do him good after being in such a state for so long.

With a squeak the water came on and sprayed down. It was cold at first so he spun the hot water knob. When it was just right, he stepped in and sighed in contentment. Mitsuji wasn't a neat nick or anything of the sort but he did love taking showers. He just wished he had another body to share it with.

For some reason that thought made him think again about Ichigo again. He growled and put a hand to his wet hair to try and erase the thought. He shouldn't feel guilty but he did and not only that. He felt horrible beyond relief now that he thought of it. He shouldn't though, should he? He had been with Grimmjow so many times already and never felt bad before.

He briefly saw an image in his mind of the orange haired brat. This couldn't be his own memory because Ichigo was smiling and laughing. He had never seen the boy smile none the less laugh. On top of that, they were no where in Hueco Mundo. He could tell by the sun and trees that it could not have been Hueco Mundo. But if it wasn't here then where?

"A memory...?" Mitsuji put a hand to the wall and supported his weight on it. "No, not a memory. It was just my imagination."

The arrancar sighed once more and slid down to sit in the tub. He didn't want to be thinking about Ichigo. He tried to direct his thoughts back to Grimmjow, the one he was sure he loved, but they all went back to the shinigami. He began to think about last night and how he'd thought of the kid as Grimmjow pleasured him. That was the best he'd ever felt when they did it and he came thinking about the stupid brat. If Grimmjow knew that then that shinigami's life would surely end.

Thinking about Ichigo like that again made Mitsuji's cheeks flush but not for long as his blood began flowing somewhere else. The arrancar groaned as his erection laid across his abdomen now. He hated the thought of getting excited over Ichigo again but found he couldn't help it.

Thoughts from the previous night flooded in as he grabbed his semi-hard member. Thoughts of Ichigo on him, in him, surrounding him, sucking him... Mitsuji began stroking quickly and made short work of it. He imagined his hands on Ichigo and vice versa. He came once and continued until he came again before relaxing in the hot spray with a sigh.

"This can't be healthy." Mitsuji muttered as he watched his mess disappear in the shower's spray. He briefly wondered if Ichigo was okay.

-/-/-/-

Ichigo was the farthest thing from okay. The poor shinigami boy thought he couldn't possibly suffer more but he was wrong.

When Grimmjow came in, Ichigo thought nothing of it. He didn't even watch him with a weary eye. Instead he sat on the bed and looked down at his hands as always. He was use to Mitsuji taking his seat by the door and then not saying anything. It was naive to think Grimmjow would do the same.

"Hey, Ichigo ol' pal." Grimmjow had sneered as he grabbed Ichigo by the front of his shihakushō. "You remember me, right?"

"Grimmjow?" Ichigo has squeaked and gulped audibly.

"Yeah, so you do remember me. Good thing too. I have a whole mess of payback to extract from you." Grimmjow grinned sickly. Ichigo cringed and tried to push him away but Grimmjow was too strong. "Sparing my life is the worst mistake you could have ever made in your life, human. You're gonna wish I were dead when I'm done with ya."

Ichigo struggled and tried to kick but Grimmjow restrained his arms and legs. "Stop it!" Ichigo demanded. "Let go, damn it!"

"Ha!" Grimmjow laughed as he punched the boy in the face, silencing him. "Do you honestly think I'll stop because you ask me to? What a laugh!" Again Grimmjow punched Ichigo in the face.

The espada was reminded of the first time they'd fought and he'd wiped the floor with Ichigo without his zanpakutō. The brat had become his own personal punching bag. He laughed as he recalled how the kid was half dead and bloody when he'd gotten through with him.

Again he punched the defenseless boy before grabbing him by the hair and dragging him up to look him in the eye. "There's nothing you can do this time kid! Without your sword, you're useless! I doubt you even have enough strength for that bull shit mask of yours!"

Ichigo whimpered because Grimmjow was right. He didn't know any kidō spells and he couldn't fight his way out. He hadn't heard Zangetsu or his Hollow's voice even sense he'd come here. They were sealed off away from him and out of reach. Tears sprung to Ichigo's eyes but he did not cry.

"Gettin' teary-eyes Ichigo?" Grimmjow laughed. "Let me guess, you're thinking of Mitsuji?"

Ichigo's eyes grew wide and he gaped, blood dribbling out. He was doing his best to not think of Mitsuji all night. He didn't want to hear his name let alone think about him. Mitsuji hated him now. He would never come close to Ichigo again and all hopes of reaching Renji were lost. "No... I wasn't-"

"Yes you were. You're in love with that Renji prick and now you're all eyes for Mitsuji. Well let me tell you something, brat." Grimmjow flipped Ichigo over and drew his sword. Ichigo's heart rate increased and he started to thrash again.

"Stop, Grimmjow! Let me go, damn it! Let me go!" Fear became evident in Ichigo's voice.

Suddenly Grimmjow was in his ear, making Ichigo's stomach flop. The boy's breathing hitched as the blade began to poke into his back. Nothing Grimmjow did hurt more then the next thing he said.

"Your Renji is gone and he's never coming back."

The tears in Ichigo's eyes spilled over as he hung his head. "You're wrong." He growled. "Renji is still alive."

"You mean in Mitsuji?" Grimmjow laughed and slashed a long mark down the substitutes back. Ichigo cried out in pain and Grimmjow did it again. "You're dumber than fuck to believe Mitsuji would ever join up with you. He doesn't buy into that shit you feed him, dumb ass."

"L-Liar..." Ichigo sobbed. "He's Renji... H-He'll come back."

"And what if he does?" Grimmjow smirked. "He just might hate you like Mitsuji does. After all, he's seen how pathetic your gay ass is now. He may never talk to you again."

"No!" Ichigo shook his head. "Renji wouldn't do that! Renji is a good-augh!"

Another slash across Ichigo's back cut him off. Grimmjow slashed two more times before flipping Ichigo over onto his back again. "You talk to much." He sneered. "I don't want to hear anything else out of you but screams, whore."

Grimmjow secured Ichigo's shackles before slashing his chest down the middle the match the scar he had on his own chest. Ichigo cried again but refused to scream. Grimmjow put the sword down with a clang on the floor and untied Ichigo's sash. The boy's eyes grew wide but he had no energy left to try and fight back.

"I'll make you scream, whore, and I'm sure you wont like it." He licked the tears from Ichigo's face, making the boy shudder. "I'll be sure to tell Mitsuji just what a good little fuck you are."

-/-/-/-

"Do you recognize our surroundings Rukia-san?"

Rukia looked around the barren desert waste land of Hueco Mundo and concentrated. "I faintly feel Ichigo's reiatsu coming from the north." She said, turning direction. "It's weak but still there. I also feel... that altered reiatsu of Renji's but it's very faint. If we follow it then we should get to Las Noches in two to three days."

"Three days?!" Rikichi exclaimed. "But that's too long! They could die by then!"

"We don't have any other choice." Hitsugaya stated bluntly. "That Hollow called Bawrabawra was exterminated during the last battle here. It was their mode of transportation the last time Kuchiki-san and the rest." The small capitan ran a hand through his hair. "And you nor Yamada-san can use shunpo so we have to walk."

Rikichi looked at his capitan who looked at him, expression unchanging. "He is correct, boy. The more time we spend talking, the more time is waisted. We should begin moving."

Rikichi hung his head but Hanataro put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Rikichi-san. We'll make it there in time. Inoue-san is there too, don't forget. She wont let them die."

"Right." Rikichi looked at Rukia and she nodded too. "Lets go then."

"Finally! Last one there has to face me!" Zaraki took off running with a fool's grin.

"Wait, Zaraki-taichou!" Ukitake called out. "You don't know where you're going! You'll get lost!"

"Ah, let him run off. Byakuya is on his tail anyway." Kyoraku grinned. They all looked around to find that the capitan of squad six had indeed disappeared. "Guess he didn't want to face Kenpachi on top of all those Arrancar."

"What? Hey! Nii-sama wait for us!" Rukia took off after her brother and Ukitake sighed.

"Is this a rescue mission or a game of tag?"

-/-/-/-

Hours seemed to stretch into days as Ichigo lay bloody and beaten. After Grimmjow finished for the day, he left him covered in blood and cum. He was sure he would bleed to death but another medic arrancar came and bandaged him soundlessly. They did nothing to relieve the pain, though.

Ichigo had stopped crying long before. Now he was just a hollow broken shell of a person left to his own devices. Every word Grimmjow said repeated in his mind and cut him to the bone. The torture and rape hadn't hurt nearly as much as the truth.

"Renji..." Ichigo called out to the empty room. "You can't be really gone... can you?"

Of course there was no reply. There would never be a reply. No matter how long he laid there and wished, or hoped, there would never be a reply. Grimmjow was right when he said Renji was gone.

Tears sprung to Ichigo's eyes for the hundredth time. He slowly closed his eyes. Slowly thoughts of Renji began to flood him. He remembered his eyes, his laugh, his cocky grin, and everything else there was to Renji. He felt warm for a moment, surrounded in memories of a happier time. Then came fantasies that were so real he almost thought they were memories. They were nothing too intimate, only happy. Things like Renji touching his cheek or smoothing his hair or holding him. He imagined, like so many times before, what is would be like even to just hug him close. He would never know now though.

A sob broke through Ichigo as the door opened, making him open his eyes. The light from the hall was too bright for his tired eyes so he instantly closed them again. Someone stepped in, blocking the light a little. Ichigo squinted up at them and realized he must have been hallucinating.

He saw Renji walking towards him with that soft grin of his on his face. Ichigo could have swore he thought he felt his hair be smoothed back. He looked up at the hallucination blankly. He was too tired to muster up any more words.

The hand on his head was cool and soothing and soon lulled him to sleep. His eyes closed to an imaginary image of Renji that he could barely see. His peaceful sleep didn't last long though.

-/-/-/-

Mitsuji woke early for once this morning. It was long before mostly anyone woke up, he was sure. He didn't really have a specific place he was headed. He just felt like he needed to clear his head and a walk was the best thing for it.

He didn't sleep at Grimmjow's that night. He hadn't seen the sixth Espada since yesterday. Mitsuji had stopped by Grimmjow's place this morning but he wasn't there. It was odd not seeing him for so long after one of their escapades but he knew he'd show up sooner or latter. Grimmjow must have a lot of things on his mind too.

Before he knew it, he was at the room Ichigo was being held in. He wasn't paying attention to were he was going and his feet must have instinctively lead him here. Mitsuji sighed and walked up to the door, knuckles raised and ready to knock. He bit his lip and groaned.

"What am I doing here? This is so stupid." He whispered. Just as he did, a cry could be heard from beyond the door.

Without thinking, he opened the door swiftly. He was not prepared for the sight that greeted him.

It was no wonder Grimmjow wasn't at his place this morning. The Espada stopped the long slice across Ichigo's abdomen to look up at him and grin. "Mitsuji, hey." Ichigo opened his shut eyes at the name and looked over at the stunned redhead.

"Wh-What the hell, Grimmjow?!" Mitsuji marched in the room and slammed the door. "What are you doing?!" He grabbed Grimmjow's shoulder.

"Huh? What do you mean 'what am I doing'?" Grimmjow played coy.

Mitsuji growled, anger rising. "You know what I mean, dumb ass! What possessed you to... do this?!" He motioned to Ichigo who was still looking at him.

"Possessed?" Grimmjow shook his head. " Mitsuji, Mitsuji, Mitsuji... You're the one that wanted this, remember?"

Mitsuji gasped and glared at him. "I did not! I never asked for such a thing!"

"You told me you hate him. How could you forget? It's not like it was too long ago. You were practically begging me to get back at him." Grimmjow sneered as he waved his blade in his other hand. He let it slip over Ichigo's leg, leaving a long gash. Ichigo cried out and Mitsuji cringed.

"Stop it!" The redhead punched Grimmjow with all he could muster and pulled him away from Ichigo. They all were silent for a moment as Grimmjow wiped blood away from his mouth and Ichigo gawked. Mitsuji looked down at his fist, stunned. Did he really just hit Grimmjow? Did he really do it for Ichigo? What was wrong with him?

Grimmjow "hmph"ed and urned his back on Mitsuji. "I see where your true loyalties lie now." He grimaced.

"Uh... Grimmjow..."

"Don't bother." Without another word Grimmjow left leaving Mitsuji and Ichigo staring at his retreating back.

-/-/-/-

"Are we... almost there yet...?" Hanataro asked, gasping for breath. They had been walking non-stop now for what felt like forever. Byakuya and Zaraki had stopped their competition awhile back and now walked with the others to Rukia's relief.

"Las Noches is within' view now so we should be there in another day. Hang in there Hanataro, we're almost there." Rukia puffed.

"Can't we rest?" The medic complained. "Just for a little while."

"No." Rikichi sighed, carrying on through the heavy sand. "We have to keep going. No stopping. Renji-san and Kurosaki-san need us."

"That's true Rikichi-san but resting for a few moments wont hurt our time." Ukitake said, stopping. "Hanataro can heal our sore feet so we can get there faster and more-"

"No! You guys can stop but I'm still going! Catch up with me latter!" Rikichi continued to tread on much to the other's dismay.

"Rikichi!" Rukia called after him. "Rikichi, get back here!"

The unseated officer continued on silently so Byakuya took a step forward. "Boy, I order you as your capitan to return immediately."

Rikichi paused and waved over his shoulder. "Sorry Kuchiki-taichou." He grinned like Renji would. "You can get made at me back in soul society."

Byakuya was ready to shunpo in front of his subordinate when the ground began to shake beneath them. Rikichi stopped and looked at the sand that began to form an odd ring about a foot in front of him.

Rukia recognized it once the sand began to form a whirlpool. "Rikichi!" She shouted. "Jump back now!" but before he could make it or even register her words, he found himself being sucked in.

"Rikichi!"

They all jumped to action but it was too late. Rikichi found himself, moments latter, in the hands of a hollow.

-/-/-/-

A/N: There! Another chapter! I spent my weekend writing this so it's un-beta-ed. I also only have Open Office so there is no grammar correcting error-like thing... and there's a really bad spell check... but at least I got this out!

Hey, does anyone watch Transformers? My favorite one is Transformers: Armada. 8D I love the Starscream in that one! Starscream FTW! If I hade a dog I think I'd name him after him... but anyway...

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