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When; Jan 20
Rating; PG-16 FOR BLOOD AND ANGST WUT
Characters; Grimmjow [

6thsword], Nell [

lisped], an unconscious Hinamori, and any healers on their way
Summary; After receiving word of Forte's attack on Hinamori, Grimmjow goes to find her. Unohana and Isane arrive shortly aftwards to tend to the vice-captain's wounds.
Log;

No words could describe the utter fury Grimmjow was subconsciously releasing onto the City, but at that moment he didn't care. There was only one thing that mattered, only one thing that commanded his attention and he was this close to razing the City just to find her.

Where had they been? Where was the fight? Reaching out to sense Hinamori's reiatsu was pointless. Nell... He could barely feel Nell's at all. But Il Forte, damn him, had said he'd left her somewhere obvious.

Grimmjow's sonido carried him over Xanadu, and the overpowering scent of blood nearly knocked him from the air. He spied a trail, then a pool underneath a peach tree. Damn Forte indeed; the symbolism was thick, and it only riled the Espada more.

Grimmjow landed heavily on the slick grass, pushed past a frightened Nell, and fell onto his knees at Hinamori's side. He pulled her upright and onto his lap.

She wasn't breathing.

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"Nell tried," admists sniffles and sobs, the small arrancar clung desperatly to Grimmjows arm, covered in blood and ignoring it.

"Nell told him to thtop it but he wouldn't and then Nell doethn't know what happened." A steady stream of tears coated her face as she wiped at her eyes in a mixture of anger and hurt, somehow not at all bothered by the force of his reiatsu. "Nell needth to thave her."

It seemed that the Espada hadn't heard her, and if he had, he was simply ignoring her as he wiped the blood and dirt from Hinamori's face. Her eyes were dull. She wasn't breathing.

Grimmjow hugged her tight against his chest, tucking her head under his chin, not caring at all for the staining blood. His entire body quivered with insurmountable rage. "Shit," he whispered furiously. "Shit shit shit!" Every swear heightened the volume of his voice until he sat back and, with one final reiatsu blast to put the rest to shame, he tilted his face to the sky and roared.

Nell was slightly taken aback, unused to Grimmjow showing this level of emotion over Hinamori. It was immensly sobering and with another sob, she managed to stop her tears, tugging on his sleeve timidly. "Grimmy... What thould we do?"

He shook his head, panting slightly through grit teeth. "I don't know," he admitted, adjusting his hold on the shinigami. One hand found the ragged hole through her middle and vainly tried to stop the blood from spilling out.

Eyes shut, Grimmjow cut off a sigh before it could turn into a sob, and kissed the Hinamori's cold forehead.

The roar was what disinheartened Isane the most.

More than her inability to feel Momo's reiatsu, more than having to track location by the Arrancar and not by her friend's, more than what Nell had said, more than anything. ... Her spirit began falling already. The vice sensed her captain not two or three flash steps behind her, but...

Her feet alighted on blood-stained ground and her face immediately fell. .. She was... But she had... to be sure. She'd felt something earlier, felt reiatsu, but... this City, it confused her senses, so much so that even Momo herself, a kidou master, couldn't accuratly trace sometimes... why here. Why did it confuse her sense this time, of all times that it could?!

Stepping forward, the healer tried to ignored Grimmjow's pain, that wouldn't help here, and press thin fingers against the shinigami vice's neck. ... Nothing. No spiritual precsense, no... nothing.

"... Momo..." Her voice came out a hoarse whisper.

Unohana's heart was heavy as she approached the group gathered under the peach tree. She was only seconds behind her vice captain, arriving in time to see Isane feel for the other vice's pulse. She did not need to turn and tell Unohana that there was nothing beneath her fingers; her low whisper of Hinamori's name said it all.

The healer leaned forward placed a hand on Grimmjow's shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I need you to lay her down so I can see her."

He didn't respond for a moment, only clung to the body as if she'd crumble to dust if he let go. But then, very slowly and gently, he lowered her back to the ground. He stood and moved aside to allow Unohana to sit.

"Nell." The Espada finally turned his attention to the toddler sobbing pitifully. He placed one hand on her head. "Hey, shut up. That's not helping." His words, though harsh, were an attempt at comforting the child.

She blinked at the weight but ceased her snifflings as she peeked up at the Espada. Nell didn't know what else to do however, without Ichigo to remind her that she could heal, with her head still spinning slightly from being knocked out.

A small gurgle of near wail, scrunching her eyes closed, she clung to Grimmjows leg to steady herself, nodding slightly. "Nell ith good."

Grimmjow sighed as the toddler snatched up his leg in a vice-like hug. "Good. Now get off." The last thing he wanted right then was Nell's drool and tears all over his --

"Wait a second." He eyed the numberless arrancar with the tiniest hint of anger. "Your spit can heal." With a jerk of his leg, Grimmjow dislodged Nell and pointed furiously at Hinamori's body. "YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT. NOW GO HELP THE FUCKING MEDICS."

Isane mournfully set down her medical bag, full of things used to cure people, to heal people. ... She knew Rangiku had been dead. ... Nemu had been dead. ... But Momo... not Momo, why did... why did it have to be Momo? She would have rather seen herself dead that this one, not... not Momo.

She couldn't blame the small Arrancar for blaming the shinigami... not now. Not this time.

Sitting opposite her captain, Isane couldn't help shifting the body slightly. Pale hands closing dulled eyes, tipping the mouth, slightly agape, shut, and adjusting the vice-captain's badge on her arm before laying her limbs straight, her own face wooden before she turned her eyes to Unohana.

There was no time for tears now.

{ooc: and I'm having to go, so Unohana-mun can control Isane from this time on~}

Unohana waited until Isane had finished, meeting her vice’s eyes for a moment. The fourth division might have been regularly called the weakest of the Gotei 13, but both women knew it took a different kind of strength to do what they did.

She broke the gaze and moved her attention to Hinamori, leaning over the small shinigami’s body and looking for injuries. The gashes on her shoulder and side, they were nonfatal and would be easy enough to mend. But the other wound was enough to give the healer pause.

“Isane, I will need your help with this one,” she said, indicating the hole in Hinamori’s midsection. “But first…” Unohana looked to the smaller arrancar.

“Nell, would you like to help Momo?”

She'd hit the ground with a yelp, surprised with the sheer anger suddenly being directed at her by the Espada, but she'd probably deserved it. She was a trashy bug, had been knocked out in one hit, had only come to when it was already too late.

She stumbled a bit, nearly crawling to the shinigamis side. "Nell will, Nell will try," she hiccuped, wiping her hand free of blood as best she could. She peeked at Grimmjow again before returning her attention to Hinamori. She gulped - why couldn't the shinigami just do this? - before sticking her hand in her mouth to force herself to drool.

As the shinigami and Nell began their work, Grimmjow knelt by Hinamori's head, his usual mocking or irritated expression gone. All that remained was heartbroken gravity as the Espada reached out to stroke a pallid cheek.

Then, suddenly, he stood again, and one hand strayed to the hilt of his zanpakutou. The bell tied to it, Hinamori's bell, chimed quietly. "I'll be back, so take care of her," he told the others. "I have the fifteenth to murder."

Grimmjow took off in the direction of Il Forte's reiatsu.

Nell’s method of healing was admittedly odd, but Unohana had thought maybe helping Hinamori would be a welcome distraction to the crying arrancar.

Unohana looked back to Isane. “Are you ready?” The vice nodded, and Unohana removed Minazuki from her back, placing in on the ground in front of her. She hoped not to have to release her zanpakutou, but she was ready to, if need be.

Both healers placed their hands over the other shinigami’s middle. At an inclination of Unohana’s head, reiatsu began to flow from both women, aimed at the gaping wound. Torn flesh and organs began to regenerate and mend, the wound closing slowly. As they finished, Unohana looked to Isane.

“We should probably move her to our apartment. I don’t know how long it takes for the City to revive someone, but I would rather her wake up in a bed than here,” she said, frowning at the blood stained ground around them. "I would have asked the other arrancar to carry her, but it seems as if he has disappeared. ... Nell, how are you doing?"

"Nell ith fine," the small arrancar gurgled, wiping her hand off again, this time of spit than blood. "Momo will be okay?" The shinigami still wasn't moving which bothered her, but if the healers were sure then Nell didn't mind so much. If they could promise her safety, it would be alright.

"Momo'th going to wake up?"

“Yes, Nell, she’ll wake up. But Isane and I need to take her back to our apartment so that we can keep an eye on her for awhile. You are more than welcome to come with us.” Unohana stood, picking up her zanpakutou as she did so. She stepped back a bit, into a small clearing nearby and released Minazuki. Green tendrils flowed from the sheath and formed the manta ray-like manifestation of her zanpakutou.

“It seems as if we will need you after all,” she said, laying a hand on Minazuki. Between the three of them, Hinamori’s wounds had been seen to, but they still required assistance crossing the distance between the expansive gardens and the healers' apartment. “Isane, if you could bring Hinamori-fukutaichou over here, please."

Isane slowly nodded, gathering the smaller vice gently in her arms and standing, careful not to jostle the body, head lolling down to rest on collarbone. Shaking her head, the healer followed her captain, her grip tight on Momo's shoulders, trying not to let the blood slip her fingers. Steady steps carried her onto the zanpakutou's back, and she sat slowly, laying the dead shinigami down once again with a gentle look, brushing hair from a face loosing color.

"It's going to be okay, Momo..." She murmured to no one in particular.

"Nell ith going to be with Kira-thinigami. He thaid Nell could." She'd adopted a frown, a nervous shaky expression because she refused to believe this was it, refused to accept that they had let her die, that no one had come to her aid.

Refused to admit that an arrancar was responsible for this. Watching the shinigami move, it hit Nell that things wouldn't be the same after this. "Nell will go to thee him now."

"Alright, Nell. Someone will let you know when she awakens. And then after she has rested a bit, you can come and see her, alright? I promise she will wake up, Nell," Unohana said, trying to reassure the small arrancar. She turned and joined Isane on the back of her zanpakutou.

"Let's go, Minazuki," she said softly. As they rose above the gardens, Unohana closed her eyes, dreading the things she knew were to come and praying for Hinamori.

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