A/N: Hey there, it's Kenchi! Brain Damage fans might wanna note that this is the reason why I was delayed... This is my infamous story that has a stigma for me never being able to fully finish it and/or properly expand upon its formerly one-shot status... But I hope I can do it this time :D
I'm not gonna prolong this Author's Note any longer and introduce you to Fulfil! The story revolves around Hanatarou Yamada and-
Y'know what? You can read on and figure it out for yourselves!
Disclaimer: All persons, living and deceased, fictional or otherwise are not under my ownership (with exception of some original characters)... The aforementioned characters are part of the Bleach Franchise and belong to Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump respectively...
Enjoy!
Bleeding Symphonies
Hanatarou Yamada, a high ranking member of the 4th Division and leader of the relief squad. Surely that would be enough to gain some respect in soul society, unfortunately, most people can't remember his name.
This is mainly due to this plain, boring personality and lack of charisma, as well as the fact that he is not really a hollow-slaying, courageous, kind of soul reaper. He is a medic, first and foremost, his duty is to heal and stay hidden, never to battle or fight for what he believes in, but hide away until the day he rots.
It's not his fault that he was forced into 4th Division, his zanpakutou was just not suitable for any other role, of course that all changed when he decided enough was enough.
Hanatarou had enough of the bullies in the 11th Division, he had enough of being picked on and forced to do menial tasks without even the slightest bit of gratitude. "It's a thankless job..." he bitterly reminds himself, as he throws himself down onto his bunk and groans into his pillow out of frustration.
'Why me?' he ponders to himself as he slowly drifts into sleep, 'Why do I always have to be the scapegoat or the punching bag, or the supporting role? For once, why can't I be the hero, or the one who orders others about?', as his thought process increases, so does the extremities of his anger, burn deeper into the deepest cascades of his soul.
Suddenly, he awoke in a dark and dreary landscape, of which he had never visited before, but it still felt rather familiar. He looked around and saw a young woman, around his 'age', with raven-coloured hair and a pale complexion, bathing in a lake of... blood?
"Um..." Hanatarou began, but as soon as he grabbed the women's attention. He was entranced by her beauty, she had eyes that were as dark as the shadows under a pale moonlight, but shine nonetheless, her lips were ruby red and she had a slender figure and another fact, of which had Hanatarou stammering, was that she was naked.
"Ah! I-I'm s-sorry! I d-didn't m-mean to-", "Feed me..." her voice, unlike the rest of her, was demonic. Her voice was laced with evil intentions and her eyes no longer shined, she licked hungrily at her lips and pounced on Hanatarou before he could move.
Hanatarou, like most guys, would have enjoyed having a naked woman straddle him whilst being pinned to the floor, however this naked woman was trying to kill him, or so he thought...
"S-sorry, I d-didn't m-mean to scare y-you like t-that..." came a much more nervous and feminine voice from the woman, who was still straddling Hanatarou, "I'm j-just s-so... hungry... I..." suddenly feeling faint, the woman fainted atop of Hanatarou and laid there on his chest, leaving Hanatarou to contemplate running and screaming for his life or staying her and figuring out who this lady is, and what does she want.
A few moments later and the woman wakes up in a white room, wearing a simple white dress, and is currently covered by a blanket. "I figured out that this is the plane of my soul, and that this is normally where I speak to my zanpakutou's spirit, so I thought I'd do some re-decorating...", came a voice from her side, she tilts her head slightly to find Hanatarou smiling at her, then his smile faded away and was replaced by an unforgiving scowl, "I have two questions, and I need you to answer them... who are you, and where's Hisagomaru?".
The woman flinches slightly and sighs before explaining, "I can answer both questions with one answer, I am Hisagomaru...", Hanatarou simply gaped at her, "Really? How could you expect me to believe such a bold-faced lie?" he incredulously exclaimed, a few moments after he remembered how to speak again.
She chuckles at Hanatarou before letting a smile settle on her features, then after staring at him for a few moments she adopts a confused look before saying, "Oh, you're serious...", "Yes! Of course I'm being serious, you look nothing like Hisagomaru!".
The woman sighs again and looks directly into Hanatarou's eyes and says, "This is my true form, the form you've neglected and refused to satisfy...", sensing Hanatarou was still bewildered she continued, "What? Did you honestly believe that all I did was absorb wounds and redirect them into an attack?", adopting her own look of confusion, once again.
Hanatarou averted his gaze and nodded ashamedly, "Yes... that is why I am so weak, that is why I had to go to the 4th Division and become a medic, because nothing else was suited for me... You are the reason why I'm always being picked on and pushed aside-", "And I am also the reason why it will never happen again!" 'Hisagomaru' interjects, now having a stronger and more excited tone to her voice.
"What do you mean? Aren't you the same as always?" asked a still confused Hanatarou, scratching at his head with a slightly naïve expression etched onto his face, "No... I'm a bit more, different..." was her ethereal reply, "My power has changed along with the changes in your soul-", "Ah! My soul has changed! What? Why? What did you-", "Nothing! I didn't change your soul, you did!" was Hisagomaru's attempt to calm down Hanatarou, surprisingly it worked.
Hanatarou could only blankly stare away from Hisagomaru at those words, he was the one that changed his soul? If so, what did he do? What was different?
It was then he remembered the awful things that happened in his life, he remembered showing nothing on the outside, but holding in a bizarre amount of hatred on the inside, boiling until he couldn't contain and went home to scream his throat raw, into his pillow, every night without fail.
He looks back at Hisagomaru and sees that she has changed, she is now more beautiful than ever, but her hair is more wild, her skin is even more pale, her eyes have lost all shine and she now had... fangs?
Looking at her more clearly, Hanatarou could see that she had a blood red dress on, and it came with an external corset, and a more sinister expression was formed on her visage.
"Hanatarou... Please, feed me...", her demonic voice was now back, but it seemed more human than it was last time he heard it, it was also more, enchanting? Hanatarou couldn't explain it, but he couldn't help but come closer to her and let her devour him.
He steps closer and closer until he's just about close enough to receive her dark embrace, he utters the words, "I am ready to feed you, master...", but she chuckles lowly into his ear and replies, "I don't want your blood, I want you to feed me in another way...", "In what way, master...", she removes her corset and her dress, leaving her bare form to be shown to the world as she replies, "I would like for you to appease me first, consider this to be 'whetting my appetite'...".
Though still brainwashed, Hanatarou adopted yet another confused expression, "How do I 'appease' you? Master...", to which she chuckles at her prey's naivete once again, "Let's start off with something simple, like licking my feet...", Hanatarou practically jumped to the floor in excitement and lovingly embraced his master's feet, he then began to lick the bottom of her feet, slowly and sensually, dragging the tip of his tongue from her heel, and across her sole, to near where her toes were and back down again, almost as if he were teasing her.
It was clearly working for Hisagomaru as she was enjoying herself, a little too much, "Hmmm, oh yes... faster...", "I'm doing well, master?", "Very well, now continue! O-oh... yes, n-now... suck my toes!", Hanatarou let a small smirk etch onto his features before replying, "Yes, master...", without warning, he takes as much of her toes, into his mouth, as he possibly can and starts to salivate on them.
"Mmmm... so g-good, appease me more...", and with his master's consent, he starts to bob his head up and down on his master's foot, using his tongue as a cushion whenever he can, once again it had the desired effect because his master was moaning and writhing already, in fact it was getting a bit too much because she was feeling a slight dampness in a region away from her feet.
"S-stop, stop I say! W-we must m-move on!", with that Hanatarou immediately stopped his action and took his mouth away from her feet at once. Suppressing a groan, she undressed Hanatarou and pushed him onto the makeshift bed, he created earlier, and lifted the same salivated foot onto his 'region'.
'Impressive...' she couldn't help but notify the size of Hanatarou's tool, it wasn't overtly huge, but it was certainly larger than average. "Now stay still, this is my reward for such a... good service...", and with that she used her foot to rub his tool up and down, in a dexterous fashion.
Now finding her feet (no pun intended), she decided to add another foot to her reward, and Hanatarou could only squirm and moan at the dance of her two talented talons that were perched onto his branch, up and down they went, simply hypnotizing his senses and altering his state of mind, he was in euphoria and he knew it.
Just as soon as he was about to 'express himself' the treatment stopped, "That's enough treatment for now, slave... You're here to feed me, remember?", Hanatarou got up from his position and bowed humbly before saying, "Forgive me, master... I forgot myself in your wondrous actions, I am not worthy...".
Demonic entity or not, that is enough to send any dominatrix through a loop, unfortunately she could not have any romantic link with something that is essentially herself, so she persevered with the heartless demon act, "You are forgiven, but do not overstep your boundaries...now that my appetite has truly been whet, you must feed me...".
Hanatarou, who had grasped the concept of what she meant by 'feeding', approached her slowly and entered her just as carefully. The long awaited moan of her carnal needs being met escaped from her lips, his virginity surrendered and her lust satiated, she enjoys the careful and almost alluring thrusts of her slave into her pelvic area, sending waves of euphoric bliss throughout her being.
His moan and her scream, his push and her pull, their symphony of sounds melding into each other, orchestrating a masterpiece of nirvana, they were finally 'happy'. Sensing that he was close, and she was as well, she gave her slave, his final command, "Feed me, Hanatarou! Feed me, now!", "Yes Master!".
The climax, the sound of juices sweltering together and making a cocktail of their 'love' juices... but there was no love, just mutual understanding and sexual agreement. Hanatarou found his sight again, and the sight that greeted him was a heavily breathing woman, completely nude, and his penis currently inside said woman.
Before he could say anything, Hisagomaru sat up and claimed Hanatarou's lips, which triggered off a discharge of dark reiatsu around the room, hence destroying it. Taking her lips away from his, she leans into his ear and proudly whispers, "I have taken your innocence, your virtue, and everything that made you who you were... and replaced it with everything you should be, powerful, courageous, unstoppable, and now you are...".
A black pentagram, with a purple aura, forms beneath them as she utters the words, "When you release me, call me by my full name, Kyuuketsuki no Hisagomaru (Vampire's Gourd)... also, your body will undergo some cravings that I will explain later...". Firmly clasping onto his hand, she closes her eyes and mumbles a chant, a few moments later she opens her eyes and wildly commands, "Release me, do it now!", without missing a beat Hanatarou boldly proclaims, "Fulfil, Kyuuketsuki no Hisagomaru!".
He awakes to a bloodbath, his body imbued with a dark reiatsu, bodies were laid waste, mangled and unidentifiable. Seeing the pure white masks of the bodies, he realised that these were merely Hollows that were suffering. He also noticed that he was the only person around, that meant only one thing, "I... did this?", 'Yes, you did... good job, that was quite an impressive showing...'. Hanatarou almost leapt out of his skin, but he recognized the voice, "Hisagomaru?", 'Yes, it is I... and you are very welcome...'.
Hanatarou looked at the mess he created, observed the damage he caused and the suffering he inflicted, and had a few words for his companion, "Why are these hollows suffering? Don't zanpakutou get rid of them for good?", a bitter laugh was his reply, "Don't be daft, Hanatarou, I'm not a simple-minded zanpakutou...".
Again, Hanatarou was befuddled by the actions of his 'zanpakutou', if it even was that, "What do you mean, isn't the weapon of a soul reaper called a zanpakutou?", a low growl was heard, he obviously said the wrong thing, "No... I am not a zanpakutou, I never was! I am simply a being of untold power, cursed to be the slave of who ever wields this sword...".
Looking around at the carnage he located a shining glint in the distance, trudging towards it, he found what used to be his 'zanpakutou'. The blade now had an obsidian hilt with a silver blade, the same dark reiatsu that emanated from his body came from the sword, only it was much more concentrated and powerful.
"Pretty soon you won't even need the sword, think of it as a walking stick, or a crutch... Once you absorb enough of the sword's power, then you won't need it any longer...", Hisagomaru's words struck a chord with Hanatarou, and he virtually gleamed at the idea of being all-powerful but he still had some more questions, "How did I obtain this power?", if Hisagomaru had hands, this is when she would have face-palmed, "How do you think? Did you honestly believe I'd fuck you because I find you attractive? In order to give you the power we had to be connected, the act of intercourse plus a bonding ritual does that!".
Hanatarou formed a sour expression and muttered, "Well, you didn't have to be mean about it...". Deciding to leave before anything else happens, Hanatarou places his 'new' sword into his sheath, but before he could shunpo away an enticing smell caught his attention. "What is that? It smells... delicious...", hearing a chuckle from his old friend Hisagomaru, he knew something was wrong, "Okay... what's so funny?", Hisagomaru stops her chuckling and replies, "Oh nothing... just follow your nose...".
Taking her advice, Hanatarou follows the scent trail and ends up stopping by a Hollow's body which was still alive, but just barely. "Ooh, fresh blood... I like your taste!" interrupted his thoughts and sent Hanatarou through a loop, "W-wait! A dying hollow is what I was smelling, that's gross! Did you give me Hollow-like tendencies or something-", "No..." she intervened getting Hanatarou to shut up again, "That would imply that you'd want to eat the entire hollow itself, that's barbaric! We just want to drink its blood, that's all...", "We?", "Yes... We have shared almost everything about each other including, but not limited to, cravings, sexual habits-".
Choosing to tune her out, before he gets freaked out more by the other things they share, he dabbed his finger in the Hollow's blood and put it to his mouth, only to jerk back in disgust, "Ew... this is disgusting! Why does it smell good and taste bad!", he complained, completely forgetting the fact that he was against trying it in the first place. "There's a simple answer to your question, it's
Hollow's blood... Of course it won't taste nice!" came Hisagomaru's voice, only a little more louder and less distorted than usual, Hanatarou turns to the direction of the voice, only to find Hisagomaru standing on top of a rather large Hollow's head.
"Gah! What are you-" he began, only to be cut off by a fierce slap from Hisagomaru, "That's for making me taste Hollow's blood!", she exclaimed from her position... in front of Hanatarou? "Whoa... how did you-", "Shunpo..." she simply stated, "Remember? We share things now...".
"Oh..." was all Hanatarou said before he got up and looked up to see that the sun was coming up, turning back to Hisagomaru, he saw her face illuminated in the light and couldn't help but admire her beauty once again. "Hanatarou..." she said softly, but it was enough to break him out of his trance, "Um... y-yeah?", "The only kind of blood that would be appeasing to me, and by proxy, you... would be the blood of a soul reaper... do you know where to find some?".
Staring over the hills into Soul Society, he glares in the direction of the 11th Division barracks and replies, "I know somewhere, where we can find plenty...".