THIS IS THE SEQUAL TO OPERATION: SILENCE THE STRAWBERRY. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT DO SO BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE!

I want to thank everyone who supported the first story in this trilogy. I decided to delete the first Mindcrime and I'm going to work on this one a little more. The last one felt a bit rushed and I lost track of what I was going to write, so hopefully this one will be better. The whole story behind this story is the story of a song called Operation: Mindcrime by a band called Queensryche…it's a good song and I urge you to look it up, both on youtube to hear it and Wikipedia to read what it's about…it may give out hints as to what this story will include ;)

Thank you for being so damn patient with me on this, I am working on the second chapter and hopefully it will be out soon.

Disclaimer- I DO NOT own Bleach characters or the song Operation: Mindcrime by Queensryche…I do however own a brain and it's full of ideas ;)

PS. IF YOU REVIEW BE NICE…I LIKE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM NOT TELLING ME HOW MUCH YOU DON'T LIKE THE STORY…NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ THIS STORY, SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ PLAIN AND SIMPLE…IF YOU DO LEAVE A REVIEW FOR EXAMPLE ONE I HAD LAST STORY "YOUR SENSE OF PACING IS SO BAD IT MAKES ME WANT TO PUKE" THEN DON'T FUCKING READ…I HOPE EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS THIS…I LOVE ALL MY REVIEWS WHO EITHER GIVE ME TIPS OR ARE NICE…IF YOU REVIEW JUST FOR THE SAKE OF BEING A JACKASS THEN DON'T REVIEW…IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT I JUST SAID FUCKING SUE ME…FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE SUPPORTED ME AND DO LIKE THE STORY, PLEASE IGNORE THE PREVIOUS STATEMENT AND ENJOY…LOVE TO ALL Y'ALL!

Merry late Christmas everyone! here's the present

6 Years Later- December 17

He stood in front of the large twenty story building, the black balaclava covering his face, his eyes the only thing showing in the cold winter air. The first twelve floors had offices in them and the last eight floors where special rooms for the workers of the building and their living quarters. He tugged the black leather jacket tighter around his shoulders to hide the weapons then adjusted the black balaclava with a skull print as he stared at the large glass doors as snow fell lightly about him. He blinked and shook his head, his thoughts coming back to him.

"Ugh, who am I? Why am I here?" he moaned to himself as he cradled his head in his hands. The few people walking by gave him a wide birth as they walked past him. He raised his head and blinked and stared at the large sign above the door.

Shiba Corporation…Why the hell are you here? As he stared at the sign his mind went blank again and he knew one thing; he must kill her. He walked up to the front door and pushed against it but it didn't budge. He stepped back and stared at the door a moment longer before he slipped a spiked mace from his jacket and swung as hard as he could. There was a loud clatter as the mace shattered the glass.

"Hey!" he looked to his left and saw a cop running his way with a nightstick drawn. "Put that thing down and step away from the door," the man cocked his head to the side and let out a scream. The cop ran forward and the masked blocked the nightstick with his mace. He grabbed the cop's wrist; breaking it and making him drop the nightstick. The cop cried out and the masked man jabbed him in the stomach with the mace, the spike on the tip going through his liver.

"This is why it doesn't pay to be a cop!" the masked man growled in a high pitched voice that wasn't his. He grabbed the cop by the neck and slammed him down back first, impaling him on a piece of glass still on the bottom of the door, the glass coming out of his chest right through the heart. He stepped through the door over the cop's body and towards the two guards who had drawn their weapons.

"Halt!" one of them shouted. He dropped the mace and raised his arms to the back of his head where he grabbed two three inch combat knives. He jerked his arms forward and the knives flew through the air. The knife from his right hand struck the man on the right in the throat and the knife from the left struck the man on the left in the stomach.

"Damn, still not good enough with the left," he growled and walked towards the two men, the one with the knife in his throat was dead the one with the knife in his gut was gasping and struggling to hold onto life. The man ripped the knife free and, with a roar, plunged it into the man's chest a few times. He stood up straight and walked over to the other man, pulling the knife free of his neck. Blood already covered the floor making it slippery and wet as he walked towards the elevator.

"Stop! Or we will shoot," another guard said as he stepped out of the elevator, another man right behind him.

"Really?" he smirked and used the knife to cut the man's hands off at the wrist and then stabbed him in the throat. The second guard took a shot as the masked man went to his knees and plunged one knife into each of the man's thighs. He screamed and dropped the gun and the masked man removed the knives and left them on the floor as he grabbed the man and threw him back into the lobby.

"The Karakura Police Department is on the way," the guard said as the man cleaned the blood off the knives and stepped into the elevator.

"So sorry, but I have business to take care of. If you would be so kind as to hold this for me," he took two large packets of dynamite from under his coat and tossed them out the elevator door as it closed. Each pack had six sticks wrapped around a seventh stick and a small timer on the pack. The timer was set for two minutes and the guard tried to crawl away with crippled legs over a bloody floor.

The elevator was on the sixth floor when he felt the elevator shake slightly. He pulled the jacket open and dropped it the floor, slipping the knives back into the sheathes on his back. He cocked the AK47 that was clipped to his right hip and the AR15 on his left hip. He had a double barrel shotgun on his back as well as a pump action shotgun. Each gun he held only had one clip, except for the two M9s, and the Desert Eagle. He waited as the elevator slid to a stop with a screech and a small ding.

The man stepped to the side and pulled a flash bang, a sting grenade, and two frags from his pocket. The door slid open and bullets came through the door and pounded the back of the elevator, tearing holes in the metal. The masked man slipped every grenade but the flash bang back into his pocket and he pulled a knife off his back. The bullets stopped and he saw the barrel of a gun appear in the door as a man walked forward. He let out a roar and swung his arm, the knife plunging into the man's body at the hollow of his throat. The man fired the gun as he fell and the masked man popped the pin and tossed the flash bang out the door. There was a bang and screams as men went blind and deaf.

He pulled the AR15 up and turned the corner, bringing the gun to his shoulder and aiming down the sights. He pulled the trigger and bullets punched through the men, blood splattering the walls and floors. One man fell backwards onto the floor as a bullet passed through his head. Another man took two bullets in the chest and he twisted away, blood arcing through the air. Two more men took bullets through the arms and legs and then more through the heads as they lay there bleeding.

He let the gun drop from his hands and he grabbed the AK47. He cocked the gun and brought it to his shoulder again, firing at the last three men. One took a bullet in the throat and he fell to the ground, choking on his blood, his hands trying to hold in his life. One man took a few bullets in the stomach and he fell with a scream. The last man ran for the door and the masked man tagged him in the back of the head with a shot; blood, and the top of his skull, flying through the air as he was thrown forward by his momentum.

"You bastard," the man with bullets in his stomach groaned as the man walked past him. "You'll die before you get to Mistress Kukaku," the man turned an unblinking, dull gaze on the man.

"Sure I will," he said sarcastically "I always get my target, that's why I'm sent," he said and let the arm holding the AK47 go slack and the barrel was just centimeters from the man's forehead.

"Fuck you," he groaned and the man took a step forward and pulled the trigger at the same time. The bullet passed through his skull and into the floor as his body jumped. The man walked over to the large double oak doors and stopped. He dropped the gun and pulled off the pump action shotgun and put one round through the door, splintering the wood. He stepped to the side and waited as bullets pounded through the door, kicking it open and off its hinges.

"Who is it?" he heard a woman ask and the masked man popped the grenade pin and tossed it through the large doorframe.

"Merry Christmas bitch!" he shouted and there was bang as the grenade went off. He used one of his combat knives to see around the corner and saw two men still standing, one helping the other up. He saw his target, a black haired woman with a robotic prosthetic arm slowly rising behind a desk.

"Ichigo! I know it's you!" the man paused for a moment, confused, then he shook his head and popped the sting grenade and tossed it into the room. As soon as it exploded he tossed in the other grenade and heard a scream as it exploded. He turned the corner and aimed down the sights, watching as one of the men rolled on the floor, his left arm missing, the other man lay there; dead, half his head blown away in a splatter of blood. Kukaku Shiba pulled herself up to her feet behind the desk, her robotic arm sparking as oil dripped from the fingers.

"Found you," he said and pulled out a pistol, walking forward. Kukaku walked around the desk and leaned against it for a moment.

"You can't kill me Ichigo Kurosaki. I know you, I know your past. You've lost your memories. We can help you," she said and took a step towards him. The man kicked out and struck her chest with the flat of his foot, right between her breasts. There was a crack and she hit the desk and flipped over it, landing on her back on the other side.

"I can kill you. That's why I was sent. But first, a little fun perhaps," he said as he walked around the desk and grabbed her by the front of the shirt and hauled her to her feet.

"What are you going to do?" she asked and the man grinned behind his mask, the malice in his eyes the only thing showing.

"Well, I haven't had some fun lately and I need some fun," Kukaku's eyes widened and she aimed a punch at the man, who grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, pinning her chest to the table.

"You sick bastard," she groaned and the man smirked and pulled the bottom of the mask up to his nose so his mouth was free.

"That's not very nice," he said and grabbed one of the knives off his back.

"Neither is rape, Ichigo," Kukaku said softly and stared into the man's…black eyes?

"I don't know why you keep calling me that. My name isn't Ichigo, I don't even have a name," the man said and pinned Kukaku's arm to the desk. He stabbed the knife into the desk and Kukaku tried to reach her robotic arm back but the man grabbed it and held her regular arm against her back. With a roar he grabbed the robotic wrist and pulled, pulling it from her body. Kukaku screamed in pain as the wires and the metal that were fused with her shoulder were ripped from her body. Blood spurted from the remains of her shoulder.

"You FUCK!" she screamed and the man grinned.

"If that's what you want then of course," he used the knife to cut the tendons in her arm so she couldn't move it, then he carefully cut off her pants and shirt. He pressed her against the desk and slipped the knife back into its sheath.

"What are you doing?" she asked almost quietly and he grinned softly.

"Giving you what you wanted," he said and grabbed a glass bottle from under her desk and shoved the thick end into her pussy. Kukaku screamed in pain and he laughed.

"Please, stop, take it out!" she begged and he laughed some more as be broke the bottle off and shoved the broken neck of the bottle into her asshole. Kukaku screamed in pain as blood poured down her legs.

"Aww, the great Kukaku Shiba is begging. What a momentous occasion," he said and pulled out a gun, pressing it against her head. "Good bye, I wish I had been able to play a bit more, but I have to go," he stepped back and walked away.

"You fucker! You won't get away! They will kill you before you reach the door!" she screamed as she slowly pushed herself up till she was standing. The man stopped and pulled out a .44 Magnum, turning on his heel and firing one shot, putting a bullet between her eyes, ripping the top of her head off. She hit the ground and the sound of glass breaking could be heard.

"They won't kill me, they can't," he laughed maniacally and then walked away, blood covering the floor.

"What are you trying to do Tatsuki? You can't leave the house!" Shuhei yelled as Tatsuki walked to the front door of their apartment.

"I have a life Shuhei, you can't expect me to sit here doing nothing," Tatsuki screamed back and opened the front door.

"Tatsuki it's late, please just come to bed with me," Shuhei begged and Tatsuki shook her head.

"No, I am going out to party with friends," she said and slammed the door of the apartment behind her. Shuhei let out a sigh and sat down on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. For the last six years it had been all hell in the streets of Karakura town. Gangs raped, killed, and robbed as Shuhei and the remaining Dead Six members had tried to put a stop to it. Even the Kuchiki Family was having trouble protecting their turf. Ever since Ichigo had gone missing the mafia families, except for the Aizen Family and Kuchiki Family, had gone from high powers to nothing, and even the Kuchiki Family was almost nothing.

Shuhei turned to the news and watched for a while as the bias news casters talked about how safe it was with Aizen in control of everything. The Dead Six, except for Shuhei, as well as Rukia and Byakuya all stayed in the underground Kurosaki Mansion. Prominent people who had been under the influence of the mafia families, except for Aizen's people, were still disappearing even as bodies from past killings showed up. Each night Shuhei watched the news hoping that some good news was going to be aired, but the headline cut his thoughts short. He turned up the volume even as his phone was ringing.

"Earlier tonight a lone man carrying a bunch of weapons walked into this building owned and run by the once powerful Shiba Family. As you can see behind me the entire front entrance was blown to pieces and the firefighters just got the blaze under control. We have a news crew on the roof right now, so let's go to them and see what is happening. What can you tell us Mike?" the screen changed to a man on top of the roof as cops poured into the building.

"Thanks Kate, well right now as you can see we are just entering the building. The cops are going to check it out first and make sure it's all clear before we can go in. Now I'd like to remind our viewers that this is a non-censored channel so everything will be shown."

Shuhei picked up the phone slowly as he watched. He clicked the button without looking and put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Shuhei? It's Yoruichi, are you watching the-"

"Yes, I have it on."

"Do you think-"

"Yes."

They stayed on the phone as the news crew walked into the office and they saw Kukaku, blood everywhere.

"It seems to me Kate that Kukaku Shiba is dead. It also looks like she has been sexually molested due to the fact that her close are missing and a broken bottle is shoved into her vagina."

"And so Ganju is the last of the Shiba Family," Shuhei said and Yoruichi sighed.

"This doesn't bode well for us Shuhei. Now Uryu's dad is the last one besides Byakuya who supports us."

"Do we even know where Ryuken is? Do we even know if he's alive?"

"No," Yoruichi said softly, we don't. They both watched the news as Shuhei picked up a needle and stuck it into his arm, his head hit the couch back as the high hit him. "Shuhei, are you shooting up?"

"No," he said a little too quickly as he threw the needle away.

"Shuhei, what happened to you?" Yoruichi asked and he barked a laugh.

"Everyone I know is either dying or disappearing. Ichigo has been gone for 6 years and now people we know are getting killed. What is there to live for anymore when I could be next?"

"You have Tatsuki," Yoruichi said softly and Shuhei laughed again.

"Please, after those two miscarriages that bitch got into the same shit that I did. I don't even know if I love her anymore," he said and slid a cigarette into his mouth, his yellow and somewhat decaying teeth clamped around it as he lit it with a lighter.

"And in other news a club in downtown Karakura has just been attacked," Shuhei looked up and saw a few of Tatsuki's friends crying in front of the club. The cigarette dropped from his mouth and hit the carpet of the apartment, starting a small fire.

"Shuhei? Shuhei!" Yoruichi called over the phone but her voice was left unanswered as Shuhei ran from his apartment to the car in the street below. He opened the door and sat down quickly, fumbling with the keys as he screamed to himself.

"Why Tatsuki why?" he found the right key and shoved it into the ignition. He turned the key and the car whined before he tried again. "Why didn't you just stay home?" the car started and he shifted into drive and peeled away from the curb, knocking a trashcan into the street and scraping up the side of a car before he sped down the street. "Tatsuki!" he screamed and drove as fast as he could towards the club. He pulled up to the club a few minutes later and rushed out, leaving the car running. He pushed through the crowd of people that milled around between cop cars, fire trucks, and ambulances.

"Shuhei!" one of Tatsuki's friends called to him and he rushed over to her.

"Where is she?" he screamed and the girl pointed to the club.

"She's still inside," Shuhei drew a M9 and rushed towards the door, pushing past the cops as they tried to stop him. Time moved in slow motion as one of the cops grabbed onto his shoulder and make him stumble, just as the front door and windows of the club exploded outwards in balls of fire. Shuhei and the cops were blown to the ground as everyone else ducked to try and escape the glass. Shuhei pushed himself to his knees and screamed his pain as the cops held him back, the firefighters pushing their way to the building.

"Tatsuki!" he screamed her name again as tears ran down his face. The smoke and fire billowed into the night as the cops continued to hold Shuhei back as he screamed his pain into the night.

Well there you go everyone, the first chapter of the new Mindcrime. I like how this one starts and I hope everyone else does too. You know the drill, review :)