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The hollow grunted a laugh, far from offended. If anything, the reminder that the shinigami wasn’t making efforts to stay on his good side was amusing, fun even. “Yeah, weird, that. But maybe you should be. You never know when a powerful hollow might come in handy, but I only do favors for free when it’s for a friend.”

“That’s the spirit.” He said, cheerfully enough and with a laugh, if only because the pun was utterly hilarious to him. Likely himself. Hah. He didn’t miss that, but chose not to comment. He was fairly certain this shinigami, one of the ones Ichigo called friend, had seen Ichigo use the hollow powers that he’d given to Ichigo. Those abilities were all the stronger now that they were undiluted, with no shinigami filter to go through first. But his confidence was sure enough that he felt no need to say as much.

He shrugged, eyes drifting towards the motions of Renji’s hands. It seemed he’d struck a nerve with that. “That’s true enough; we all change. Hollows evolve, shinigami learn. The difference, I think, is that it’s only a war from your side. Hollows don’t even have a side. Most of us don’t like each other any more than we like shinigami. There’s exceptions, like you and me sittin’ here talkin’, but, well, you saw what happened to the last hollow army; didn’t last long. So you’ll have to forgive me, but your armies must be blind to think there’s a war. At least against hollows.” He shrugged again, head tilting slightly as he looked out across the lawn at nothing in particular, “Maybe that’ll change too, but I suspect not. Or not in our existence, at least.”

Pale brows arched at the clarification. “Punishment duty.” He repeated dryly, not liking the taste it left in his mouth. The twist of his lips was as much a sneer as a grin as he met the look being thrown his way. “The second sounds better; leave you here to rot. Sounds like freedom granted, if you ask me. No more rigid marching and drills, or whatever it is they have you do durin’ down time for this war they’re pretending to have.” That crack of thunder actually got a flinch from him, and he shifts where he’s sitting, crossing his arms in an effort to disguise the slight jolt of his shoulders. His mouth was drawn into a controlled line, though, the smirk gone. But if the shinigami wasn’t in a hurry to get somewhere that would stay dry, he wasn’t about to suggest it and let his discomfort show so obviously.

“I don’t use my friends like that. If I needed help I would ask it not as a favor but as a friend. There would be no bartering or trading of favors, no I owe you or anything. There would be a promise that I would be there for my friend no matter what was to come if they chose to help me or not.” Renji didn’t like the whole caste system in the seritie and wouldn’t allow it to be here in the human would like that. Impressing each other to gain favor and rise in ranks. Here it was about respect and prowess.

Renji had no idea what was going through the Hollows mind and wouldn’t dare to try and guess. It was likely that he would be wrong so he accepted the amusement as it was, just amusement.

“That’s what gets to me the most,” The admittance burned in his throat. Because what he was about to agree with meant everything he’d been taught, everything he’d grown for, had been a lie. And it was. “There is no war. They made us soldiers and tossed us into a battle and let us continue as fodder against an enemy that isn’t. Hollows are weak and they can’t band together,” He meant the large faceless ones, not ones like Shiro- the ones with brains. “its within that the real enemies are and we are always blind to it because we are made to think the world is black and white.”

Looking at Shiro he snorted. Because there was irony in this. Black and white- hah! “We are good you are bad and that’s that. But it was Aizen that caused Hollows to evolve, one of our own, and the Quincies waged a war because of our predecessors murdering them. If any thing, Hollows are the least of our true worries. And those higher than us are working to blind us.”

Pinching his brow he heaved a sigh. This was talking in circles at this point and he was gaining a headache from it. “It wouldn’t be so bad to being here, free as you’ve said, but I’ve lost everything in that case. My friends, my rank- what I fought and bled to gain-, everything that had been important is now gone. I have no home anymore.” That’s what he’d truly lost. Seeing the flinch he knew something about the weather was bothering the Hollow so he stood up and stretched.

Having no clue if it was the thunder, the threat of lightening, or if Shiro was just very cat like and didn’t like the wet- hell maybe he was like a chalk painting and might melt away- Renji would ahve to make it seem like he cared. Even if being in the rain was the most peaceful he ever felt anymore. He felt like he could just hide in the downpour and no one would see who he was pretending to be. “Let’s head somewhere. It’s fairly uncomfortable when a uniform gets soaked and you gain the weight of an extra body clinging to you.” Not that he was too weak to move just as easily, it was just a decent lie to save everyone from humility most times.

“Er- I don’t really know anywhere to go though. Do you?”

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‘No one ever showed up. No one came for me.’

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Oh shit.. Grimmjow. He was that blue haired espada that Ichigo had fought - the one that had come and wrecked a hole in Rukia’s stomach, wasn’t he? He couldn’t even begin to wonder how their relationship had started; from what he knew the 6th espada was ruthless and violent. Was he capable of being in a romantic relationship?

But, he just nodded and listened as the other Renji recalled the events that had led him to this moment. There was just so much to take in right now. First his relationship with the espada - and then the little bit about Rukia? For some reason, he couldn’t see the Rukia in his universe laughing about something as serious about his sexuality. Heck, the Rukia he knew was freaking bisexual herself!

“So…” he blinks a bit, processing the information. “Grimmjow got captured by Soul Society, is that it? And ya were tryin’ to go and save him when ya fought Hisagi-san and ya say he accidentally killed you with his zanpakuto?” Renji shook his head. They were trained soldiers, there was no way that a killing was accidental when it came to the skills of a lieutenant.

He quirks a brow. “But it doesn’t make sense. If ya died, what are ya doing here?”

“That’s what it feels like but- that’s not the Hisagi I know either. I wasn’t fighting for Grimmjow at first- I was drinking with the others and then-” Pain erupted in his head and he clutched at his roots harder. “It wasn’t... accidental. It was but it wasn’t. We were... drunk and i was fighting for real. He had to fight back and- I miss stepped. I impaled myself on his zanpakuto when I took the hit from Kira, the weight I’d gained was too much and my stumble had me-”

Swords clashed and sparks flew as Renji struggled out of his tipsy haze to try to get through his friends to Grimmjow. They knew- everyone had to know by now his interest in the espada. Everyone knew he was gay. If he could just free Grimmjow the blue haired man could escape and Renji could play it off as a friendship.

Kira swung just as Grimjow tried to tell him something and Renji pushed Wabiske to the side, the shinigami was the only one to have his Zanpakuto released specifically for the weight property it bestowed. They were hoping to tap him enough he wouldn’t be able to fight. Attacking brashly he parried Hisagi then took two hits from Kira and just as Matsumoto was about to attack he dodged and white hot fire erupted in his side.

Not thinking he continued with his twist and felt the blade continue to slice him like bread- or was the saying butter?- then he swung at Shuhei who’s jaw was slack with shock and face paling as blood flowed over the sword to his hands. Matsumoto blocked and kicked him, tossing him away and as he hit the wall his blade fell from his hands, everything felt... funny.

The drinks had thinned his blood and he was bleeding fast- too fast- Grimmjow was thrashing, fighting, screaming and he had to free the only man who he loved and had accepted him just how he was. Stumbling forward Kira was there, trying to grab at him and stop him but Renji went to punch him and- .... missed? He twisted as he fell and he landed in a small puddle on his bad side.

Pale hands tried to push himself up but they darkened in the liquid and red stained them. What? Matsumoto was calling for squad four, Hisagi looked at his own blood covered hands and he paled. Kira had dropped his Zanpakuto and was gripping his hair. How had this gotten so out of control?!

Matsumoto was pushed aside by something clad in white and then the knees of the person hit the ground, splashing the growing puddle of red and as his blurry eyes struggled to focus he watched the fabric soak up the blood, the stains crawling up as the fabric greedily drank. Even bound still and with that mask on Grimmjow was fierce as his head was thrown back and he strained, his agonized howl tore through the seritei, more like a beacon than the call for squad four had been. Then the espada was leaning over him, trying to protect him with his body as he whispered, speaking to Renji though the shinigami couldn’t hear his words nor could he feel much of anything anymore.

The last thing he remembered feeling was the soft blue hair caressing his face as the fierce warrior nuzzled him. “Get your shitty ass up, Shinigami, or I’ll hunt your down. Ya hear? Stand up and walk me to my doom, don’t make me witness yours. Please, I- I love you, asshole.” But it was too late and Renji wasn’t there anymore.

Bolting outside the room Renji threw himself against the wall and fell down as he vomited. He remembered it all now, the drunken stupidity, the fear, the fighting, how it had been his own fucking fault and how he’d went cold. Freezing cold, the caress from Grimmjow, that the other was begging for something he couldn’t hear.

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Just hearing that the other said espada were included in being acceptable caused him to feel pain. “I think whatever caused this… has to do with… an espada. Anything that i think about on how this came to be hurts and that hurt too.” His fingers trailed over his side were there was a cold agony, more of an internal pain than a psychical one. “I remember his hair too.”

The vague image of Grimmjow’s blue hair swaying as he fought to get to Renji caused the heart break and the lingering sensation in his side. “I- I don’t want to believe he would do this.” Yet the idea was there in the back of his mind. The one man he had let himself finally try to love and be with caused this. “So is it still acceptable, do you think? An espada can’t be acceptable.”

His panic wasn’t returning thankfully. It seemed with food and drink he really had calmed down enough that there was only pain and disappointment. “I think you were right also, that it will come back to me if I don’t push at it. It seems to return little by little with thoughts of something that relates to it.”

Renji pondered a moment at the other’s words. So it was true, after all, that his alternate self was in a romantic? relationship with an espada. It was surprising to say the least, but he wasn’t disgusted or repulsed by it. Sure, they might have been enemies, but perhaps in the alternate world where the other Renji came from, things might have progressed differently than they had here.

“I could care less who ya choose to be in a relationship with,” Renji huffs and gives a shrug of his shoulders. “But, if yer telling me that he was the one who did… this to you, ” he waves his hand at the other’s wounds “Then he’s an asshole.”

“So.. which espada was it?” He was curious. Although he hadn’t encountered all the espada himself personally, he just couldn’t fathom that any of them could be sane enough to be in a relationship. Perhaps though, it might have been Aizen’s influence and their real personalities were hidden underneath.

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“He didn’t do this- Matsumoto- Matsumoto.... I don’t know what she did but I know it had to do with her and not him.” Renji reached up and tugged his band out of his hair to let it hang and raked his fingers through it. He felt stressed for sure, betrayed, but not heart broken. “He is... an asshole, don’t get me wrong; he’s not someone to be brought home to be introduced to one’s parents. But he- he’s not bad.

“Grimmjow is... Grimmjow. don’t know how else to explain it but he won’t condemn me for not being gay.” There had been hundreds of times that he had said right to Grimmjow’s face that he wasn’t gay and the other man had laughed and let it be before kissing him senseless and sarcastically agreeing, that Renji wasn’t gay at all.

“Not even Rukia is as accepting as Grimmjow and- I don’t think anyone else will accept me like he has.” Sighing heavily he got up and shifted around before sitting again.”I told Rukia I was gay and- and she laughed thinking I was joking because I had liked her before and she knew it. I can’t- I can’t tell anyone about him or they will-... They wouldn’t- but they would- Matsumoto, Kira, Shuhei- They might try to grab us both and bring us in- IF something happened-” Pain shot through his side where the sword had skewered him. Matsumoto’s face looked panicked as she tried to stunt the bleeding, Shuhei looked pale and in his hands was his Zanpakuto- not released- and bloodied.

“I was trying to get to Grimmjow- he was bound and gagged like- like-” Like rukia had once been but his mouth was muzzled as he had likely tried to run it. “I had fought- I was scared about what was going to happen and drew Zabimaru- We fought and Shuhei-” His hand grasped his side hard. “I think- I think I died.”

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Renji supposed that ‘babysitting Grimmjow’ could be regarded as ‘hunting a hollow’, if one took into consideration that Grimmjow did come and go as he pleased and Renji did have to find him a lot. It was a stretch but by no mean’s a lie. Well… maybe a white one. There was no harm in letting Shiro continue to think as he had obviously assumed, after all it was the hollows own words and not Renji’s after all. If Shiro thought that having a quarry meant an enemy or opponent then that’s on him. It just meant the one he pursued.

“One would think I would be uncomfortable too with that thought as I am a lieutenant of one of the thirteen squads, but then again those that think like that are closed minded fools. It would be more ridiculous to insist we have nothing in common when it’s obvious that we do. Blinding ones self is a dangerous game.” If he could see similarities between himself and an opponent in battle that would help him win as he knows his own faults far too well, there are some who think far too highly of themselves and consider all opponents beneath them. He had done that with Ichigo before and nearly lost Rukia and died.

“I mean… I do have a captain but my mission is loose enough that I am not bound by a time limit. Until I am called back I am stuck here.” He watched as clouds above him lazily rolled by, the smell in the air telling him of an oncoming storm and the winds pushed the clouds faster than their usual lazy movements. It would likely be a bad one when it hit. “No one would care if I ‘lounged around with the wrong hollow’, Shiro. I highly doubt they would even care if I decided to just stay here and give up my position.”

“An enlightened shinigami. Now I’m impressed.” There was a heavy edge of sarcasm to his voice, but it wasn’t a hostile tone so much as a teasing one. Like he’d said; he was in the human world to keep himself entertained and that now included using the shinigami as entertainment. “Blinding yourself is dangerous, sure, but sometimes necessary. If you’re fightin’ an oponant that outclasses you, you can’t just accept that you’re weaker and be done with it. You gotta convince yourself you can win and do your damnedest to ruin their day. If you run Seireitei and head an army designed to hunt and kill hollows, you gotta blind yourself and your soldiers enough to keep ‘em seein’ hollows as monsters and murders.” He let out a short but amused laugh, “We are that, but you see what I’m gettin’ at.”

He frowned lightly, puzzling over the slight inconsistencies of the information he had. “So you’re huntin’ a hollow that’s not in the human world, but you gotta stick around here until you’re called back? To what? Then report failure?” But the last statements took him off guard, if only slightly. “For some reason, I had the impression that Seireitei was more structured and strict than that. Guess my impressions are limited, though. No real personal experience with Seireitei and only the bare minimum personal experience with shinigami. No offense. I don’t usually go out of my way to get real friendly with ‘em.”

With as much as Renji was studying the sky, the hollow couldn’t quite keep his gaze from flickering upward, only to immediately pull his attention back down. He knew what storm clouds looked like and he hated them almost as much as he hated what they brought. Maybe escorting the shinigami into Hueco Mundo wouldn’t be the worst idea… As boring as that world was, at least it was dry.

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Enlightened... Renji hadn’t considered himself as such but in a way he was. Ever since Rukia’s near murder and Ichigo had come into his life he’d begun to see more and question more. It had been Grimmjow coming into his life as his charge/crush that he had really become enlightened as to the grays in the worlds; not just the black and whites. “Not that I’m trying to impress you or anything...” His shoulders lifted and lowered in a shrug.

“A dangerous game, as I said. It’s like walking on the edge of a sword too blind and you see naught, but too open and you cant truly take in everything and only skim the surface. I know I’m not the strongest and there are opponents like Ichigo- and likely yourself too- that I’m not strong enough to beat. But I’m sure as hell going to try and even if i cant win, I’ll take my opponent down with me.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched and his hands clenched and unclenched. “I get what ya mean about blinding oneself and an army, but you also have to accept it’s not true. Or at least not completely. You got to accept that some of your enemy, they aren’t really your enemy and you have to be okay with murdering them, because it’s war, and in war no ones hands are unbloodied. People change, hallows- arranchar- you, me, everyone changes over time no matter how much they fight it.”

Renji wouldn’t lie if asked if Shiro’s words angered him, they did after all. Things were being taken out of context but Renji hadn't provided the correct context either. “Punishment duty.” He ground out. Babysitting Grimmjow was considered punishment duty and he’d been the wont to make the wrong step just when all eyes were looking for someone high up to take the fall. “That’s all this is and until the problem is either dealt with,” Meaning Grimmjow’s demise, his retreat to Hueco Mundo for good, or somehow someone believing he was no longer a threat to the Seiritei, “or someone else fucks up worse than me, I’m here.”

Tearing his eyes from the sky he looked into Shiro’s black and yellow eyes, “or,” And this was a big or, “They know my soul isn’t in it anymore and know I’ve grown... sympathetic to few of your kind. For all I know, this is their way of demoting me and leaving me to rot. But then again... Am I really sympathetic or tired or lazy?” His lip pulled up on one side as thunder boomed near by, a threat of an impending down pour in the next few minutes.

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Her first day wasn’t going as smoothly as she had hoped. The unseated eleventh officer had been told to take some paper work over to the Sixth which seemed like an easy enough task… But something wasn’t adding up with the directions her captain had given her…

Trouble spotted a tall man dressed dressed in the same uniform with this gorgeous red hair and shrugged, he seemed like he was as good as any to help her. Walking up to him she tapped him on the shoulder and gave him an easy smile. “Excuse me Sir, do you think you could directly to the Sixth?”

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Renji looked at the poor lost girl and Toshiro excuses himself. It wasn’t usuals for the tenth division Captain and sixth division lieutenant to be around each other sonit might raise suspicion. Thankfully the girl was a nobody and Toshiro left quickly, grumbling about wondering where his own lieutenant might have wandered off to.

“You’re in the sixth division?” He seemed nearly as confused as her. Looking around he spotted places familiar to himself and nodded. Definitely in the sixth. “Who are you looking for...?” Reaching out he tugged at her haori and when it opened enough to see her division tag “eleventh? Really?” That might explain her lack of direction though.

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Renj knew he was going fast, hopping from one thing to another at the speed of light, whatever happened into his thought process had just come out without any kind of filter, he knew this was something he did whenever he panicked or got too anxious over things. Now though he breathed deeply and tried to calm down, bobbing his head to what his alternate was saying.

Sure the laughter wasn’t nice, but he understood and had they been opposite positions he too might ahve laughed. To see himself spewing out whatever he thought would ahve been funny especially considering where he’d last ended. Asking if the other was gay, of all things, while freaking out about being in an alternate universe and likely different timeline too.

When Renji returned and put tea into his hands the shaking he hadn’t even noticed slowed to a stop, the warmth seeping into him and moving throughout him until he heaved a small sigh and sipped at the tea. “What- what am I to do? If you belong here and I don’t, then I ahve nothing, not even the clothes on my own back it seems.” His eyes flicked to his top and the stains he knew wouldn’t come out along with the holes that would be too many to even try to repair.

“You don’t… care? And that’s… acceptable?” His mumble was more to himself as he thought about what Renji was saying about his sexuality. Male or female had no meaning nor did shinigami or human, not to his alternate but what about… “What about espada? Are they acceptable too?” His side burned as he asked that and something in him screamed that no, espada were especially not acceptable back home. Something he hadn’t even thought of before just now.

“I think- after we eat- I need to get cleaned up.” Her new scar was clean of blood, but he just felt dirty. Finishing his tea he quickly ate the snacks that were offered up and then he stood and put his hand on the hilt of his zanpakuto.

It seemed that with some tea and some food, the other Renji had calmed down a bit. That was a relief to see, as he had been in such a panic, although he couldn’t particularly blame him. If he himself had been in the other’s position, he too would probably react the same, if not even worse.

He thought it odd though that he had been asked about his sexuality. It wasn’t that he particularly hid it, but rather nobody had ever asked him outright up until that moment and he didn’t feel the need to go on a tirade about his sexuality to everyone.

“You know I’ve come to realize that who I like and who I choose to like shouldn’t be anyone else’s business except for mine. I know people aren’t gonna like it, but it’s not gonna stop me from liking someone, ya know? I just have to accept the fact that there are gonna be people who are going to judge and what not, say hateful things to me. Espada included.” Whoa whoa… espada!? Did that mean that the other Renji was in a relationship with an espada? It was a very specific thing of him to ask, and that could only mean one thing.

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Just hearing that the other said espada were included in being acceptable caused him to feel pain. “I think whatever caused this... has to do with... an espada. Anything that i think about on how this came to be hurts and that hurt too.” His fingers trailed over his side were there was a cold agony, more of an internal pain than a psychical one. “I remember his hair too.”

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