He belonged to no one…and yet at the same time, he belonged to everyone.
Any and all who wanted to forget their cares for a few short hours could seek and find their own personal Lethe in his long, lean frame, immersing themselves in the waters of oblivion as he transformed himself from dedicated Gotei officer into the sacred whore who granted them their every desire with no questions asked. Not a night went by that he didn't use his clever hands or lush, pouting mouth to draw from them their troubles; not a night went by that he didn't grant them a small measure of relief from their worries with the willing offering of his body for their use.
One and all, they each lost themselves in what he gave them, taking their pleasure even as he took their pain, never once questioning his appearance in their narrow beds or luxurious bowers, grimy back alleys or dusty, out-of-the-way storage rooms located in each division's headquarters. He granted them peace, and they gave him purpose. And while they basked in the waters of the river of forgetfulness, he slipped just a little bit deeper into the waters of the river Styx, haunted and hollow and belonging to everyone and at the same time, no one.