A/N ok new chapter I jump around xxxxxxxx mean it's a new/ different situation

Also I do not own these characters they belong to kibu tito

He arrived last, the room was in a private sector of the hospital and was very large. Kisuke came over to get him up to speed . Yamamoto was dying, it seemed that Aizen had been able to come at him with a hollow that was more than a blob of destruction, it had done what Aizen had commanded and had cognitive thought as to what it was there for.

"Good everyone's' here now." Sasakibe said and Yamamoto opened his eyes slightly to look about the room. Byakuya along with Ukitake and shunsui took the seats closer to the bed. Ichigo was leaning against the window staring out into the darkness. Kenpachi looked distracted and impatient.

Sasakibe pulled out a small device and set it on the bed and instantly a large projection of what looked to be Yamata estate popped up. It was the surveillance of what had taken place. There were two hollows. Only two.

The significance wasn't lost on them. Hollows were not smart, they fed and did what they needed to feed. But these two did not destroy anything, they were fast and silent and powerful. More than twenty of Yamamoto's men were killed before they got to his room. Sasakibe and kisaragi arrived but too late. The damage had already been done as Yamamoto lay bleeding his spirit energy draining.

The two hollows once finish with him had removed their mask and disappeared into the after world. Sasakibe closed the small device and Yamamoto motioned for him to help him sit up.

"It is wise to say that we are not dealing with inferior hollows anymore." He paused to cough his bony blood less hand gripping the sheet. "Their purpose I believe was to get rid of me, and they have succeeded I called you all here because I will not survive the night. My time has come. I have lived many years and have done the best I could to keep the spirit world and our world in harmony. With Aizen in possession of soleity there is nothing to stop him from merging the two worlds. The dead will cease to be content in the afterworld and will continue to roam the human world feeding off the energies of the living. Soon there will be nothing left to fight for, to protect."

"So we are supposed to just let that happen, old man?" Ichigo said his eyes still on the night sky. "You die and the world turns to shit? How convenient."

Yamamoto said nothing, Ichigo had been one of the last to be allowed into the gotei 13. He had a respect for him for his strength and determination. He possessed power that had rivaled the most seasoned of the gotei and yet he didn't realize the extent of it.

"If that's what you brought me out of my bed at 3 o'clock in the morning for –"

"Ichigo, that's enough" Sasakibe almost shouted but his voice was low and there was warning in it. Ichigo threw the older man a glare of ice and turned away from the window and towards the door.

"Stay Ichigo. You need to hear this too." Yamamoto said. " I do not tell you to give up. That does not have to be the outcome. But it will if nothing is done to stop Aizen." He sighed, a pained sound deep in his throat. "I was given the key of soleity by Jidanb Ikkanzaka, the guardian of the spirit world. For hundreds of years I have kept it safe, it was my foolishness in not seeing Aizen's greed that allowed him to steal it… you must stand together as one. Zaraki." He turned to him and Kenpachi nodded . Kenpachi had been the only man that had been able to stand against him and walk away. His power was great, his taste for blood just as great and he had become one of his most trusted allies ."I have had Zaraki forge each of you a spirit weapon."

He paused and for a moment he was silent his eyes closed. His spirit energy was wavering and slowly slipping away. " Aizen has but one weakness, but it is also his most greatest strength …" his eyes hadn't opened after that and his breath stopped coming.

Sasakibe turned to the room of men, he drew a breath of finality. "Byakuya you are subsequent."

Byakuya and the rest of the men nodded. He had been the second of the gotei 13. He was the most level-headed if anything.

The room was silent for a moment and then it was over, they begin the slow procession out. "Stop by my place sometime tomorrow for your weapons." Zaraki said. He was the first to speed off in his large hummer. They were civil to each other but most were equally indifferent. Gin sat in his car for a moment and thought about Yamamoto and the scene in his home. Then he thought about matsumoto and how close she had come to dying. She was the only thing he actually gave a damn about. He gunned his engine and raced off towards his airport. Hopefully Kira and renji had taken her away and she would now be safe out of site.

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Ichigo groaned and looked down at the stack of papers he had been greeted with when he walked into his office. He hadn't been able to sleep when he had finally gotten home. Yamamoto was gone, Byakuya was now in his position, and the world was going to hell.

He stared again at the stack of the paper and then groaned. Why had he wanted to do this again? Sit behind a desk and run a business? * You know why* Ichigo frowned and shut his eyes tightly "Shut up." He muttered out loud to himself. *don't ask stupid questions then*

He grunted and got up, his father had worked for Yamamoto. He had been called a shinigami. He had been an enforcer of sorts and had been a guard at the gateway to the spirit world. It wasn't until he was about 15 that Ichigo had discovered what his father was. He had a reasonable amount of spirit energy and his father had taught him how to control it. What his father hadn't taught him was how to control the nagging voice inside of him. He was pure emotion, pure energy, pure desire. He went unchecked inside his thoughts encouraging him to train harder, make more, kill more.

Ichigo wasn't that type of person. He hadn't wanted to kill, he hadn't wanted to become as ruthless as he was. He would have been content to become a doctor as his father had and settle into a normal life.*Normal? What the fuck are you thinking? Is she normal? You could settle but you wouldn't have what you want the most. Would you be content to just fuck some woman the rest of your life? She is not no-*

"Shut-up!" Ichigo ground out. *the truth is a touchy subject with you, I understand. I will leave you to wallow*

The door opened before he could make a quick retort, his secretary walked in and she looked rather flustered. "There's a girl here that must speak with you now, she said it's important." she had a smile on her face, the kind that made him cautious. *this sounds interesting*

"Send her in." Ichigo set the papers aside and straightened up his desk a bit before the door was opened again.

This time a much smaller woman walked in, she was very petite and her shoulder length hair was pulled back away from her face. *this is very interesting*. She had large black eyes and wore a loose fitting summer dress.

She came to the edge of his desk and peered down at him, "you are Ichigo Kurosaki? "

"No I'm the janitor, I just felt like sitting in his chair." Ichigo said with a frown.

"Sarcasm?" she crossed her arms, the act drawing Ichigo's eyes to her rather small breasts. "I am Rukia Kuchiki. I am here with a proposition. I want you to hire me and train me under you." *that can be arranged* shut-up.

"And why the hell would I want to do that." Ichigo said complacently , a daunting look on his face.

She fished in her purse for a moment then brought out her id and shoved it in his face. Ichigo leaned back a bit to take in the full id. "Again am I missing something…?"

"Apparently you aren't too bright, I am Rukia Kuchiki. Kuchiki." She said once again emphasizing her last name.

"Oh you are related to Byakuya? And I'm supposed to care? Drop everything and cater to your every whim? I am not as stupid as I look. I don't owe him anything. Now please leave before I have you thrown out." Ichigo sat back in his seat and watched her closely.

She pursed her lips but didn't give up. "I am Byakuya's sister. His only living relative. I will make it worth your while on my part. You will be able to rub it in his face, if you so please to." She looked impatient. *fuck her on your desk and rub that in his face.* Ichigo ignored that.

Byakuya was the only person in the gotei that he didn't like. He had been the only person against him becoming one of the 13. And since he was the second in command Yamamoto had made it extra hard on him.

" Will, that be enough…" she paused and wasn't looking at him, "I'll pay you at the end of each week…" *like you need more money. Tell her you will take the payment out on her sweet ass* that too was ignored.

"I don't need your money. You think just because you are a Kuchiki you can get whatever you want." He had completely missed what she had been saying but thought that would be an accurate summary of what she had been saying.

"No," She said stiffly. " I'm giving you a chance to get back at my brother. Take it or leave it." She looked embarrassed and a bit set back. It must be a big blow to that Kuchiki pride to be doing this.

Ichigo thought about it for a moment. *she'll be in the next room, naked, waiting for you to come and have your way with her, isn't that what you want* no, not at all. *liar* he was silent again. "Alright, but if you get in my way it's over. I'll tell you something once and you better not forget it, understand?"

For a moment she was silent and then she smiled. It looked very nice on her face. "I understand, Mr. Kurosaki. I will be here tomorrow morning bright and early." With that she bowed slightly and walked out. He had missed something. He could not help but think that.

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Hitsugaya awoke with a start to gentle weight pressed against his chest. His eyes didn't fully open or was he still asleep. "Shiro…" the voice was soft and against his ear.

No he was still asleep, this like countless other nights was gonna be fitful. He dreamt of her every night, dreamt of holding her in his arms, protecting her. He let it go and willed himself back into a deep sleep. He would let the dream run its course and tomorrow would continue his search.

She sighed and kissed him again and he kissed her back, his lips working gently against hers. "Shiro…" her hands were cold but her breath was warm as she whispered his name against his neck. What sort of man was he? Unable to separate reality from a dream?

Would she still call him that? Would she remember him? He was foolish to keep hold onto her memory for so long to keep searching for her when there were no leads, nothing to say that she had survived. He tumbled her off him, his white hair falling into his eyes. She smiled up at him and brushed the few strands aside.

Hitsugaya leaned down and kissed her deep, his lips slowly working against hers seeking entry into her warm mouth. With a small moan she slipped her tongue into his mouth and deepened the kiss. It was complete pleasure, her small hands wrapped around him, her lips against his.

How many nights had he done this, made loved to her until his body had believed it was the real thing, only to wake up and find it had been a lie. Why did he continue to torture himself like this?

He pulled away to trail small kisses down her cheek, her neck across her shoulder. She was still so beautiful and innocent. Her eyes wide as she watched him. He kept eye contact as he slowly made his way to her breast, he kissed it softly planting little kisses everywhere. He remembered teasing her about her small breasts, telling her she'd better eat more meat or no man would want to play with them.

He was an idiot, just the thought of another man anywhere near her had made him a jealous idiot. He teased her because he wanted her for himself. Her breast were beautiful, small but firm her nipples tiny pink pebbles. He took one into his lips and suckled it gently.

She moaned , her fingers in his hair. Hitsugaya continue sucking pulling away slightly to run his tongue over her nipple before pulling it back into his mouth, nibbling it gently as he suckled. He switched to her other nipple, his hand running the length of her flat stomach to the apex of her thighs. He heard the sharp intake of her breath and paused to lean up and give her a kiss on her lips.

"It's ok Momo, you like this remember?" he kissed her again softly, his fingers lingering on her inner thigh. Even in his dreams he had an idealistic view of her. He wanted to play the hero and know that he was doing this not just for him, but to make her happy.

It was stupid of him. He spent his life living on hope, on visions of her. She looked up at him with her wide doe like eyes and nodded. He gently used his knee to open her legs just a little. She whimpered and he kissed her again. His fingers trailed lightly up her thigh pausing for just a second before he began his exploration of her . She moaned her back arching slightly off the mattress.

He was careful to go slow, to gently caress her. She was wet and it was easy for him to slip his finger into her. She moaned his name, her fingers gripping the sheet. He gave her one more lingering kiss before he started down her body. He kissed each nipple once before using his tongue to trail farther down.

He paused for a moment to take in her body. In his dreams she was bare, her skin smooth and wet. She was enticing, her body called to him, tempted him to taste her once more. He did. He ran his tongue gently between her legs, using it to taste her wetness savor her delicious essence before he fully suckled her into his mouth.

She gasped, her body arching instantly off the bed. He used his hand to gently stable her as he continued to suckle and lick her. She was unbelievably wet. He groaned and slipped another finger into her. She was tight.

"Oh…Shiro…" she moaned his name, her fingers tangled in his hair. He suckled her clit once more his fingers gently thrusting into her … "yes…" she moaned again, her voice light and breathy.

"Will you come for me?" he asked looking into her eyes, she looked at him momentarily and then her eyes were closed again, her body moving against his fingers. He used his tongue to gently flick her clit pressing against it with slight pressure then sucking it again

"Oh…Shiro…" she was close, he could feel her body tightening. Her legs locked and her fingers loosened from his hair to grasp the sheet. Her body convulsed and she trembled as she climaxed. Hitsugaya continued gently sucking as she rode out her orgasm. His eyes were intent on her face, enjoying the range of emotion and pleasure that flickered across it. He lapped at her tasting her sweetness. Her eyes stayed closed for a moment and then she looked at him and blushed.

He groaned and kissed her. He should be the only man to see her like this, to look into her eyes, to give her pleasure. Fuck. What kind of man was he… chasing after a dream. "Shiro.." she said softly kissing him again. He was worthless. All the money he had, all his boast of power and he hadn't been able to save her.

She kissed him again and he shook his regret off and kissed her again. He pulled her legs apart. She was touching him. Her small fingers gently stroking his cock. She licked her lips her small pink tongue running seductively against her full lips, he captured her tongue and her hand. He wrapped her arms around his neck and leisurely began to guide his cock into her. She was still wet, but she was tight, unbelievably tight. He groaned and stopped, he slipped into her slowly again, pausing for a moment as he came to her virginity.

Her eyes were closed tightly as he broke it, a gasp of pain and the he was there, buried in her. Her warmth, just the feel of the tight wetness was heaven. He didn't move for a moment, instead lay there and waited for her to get accustomed to him, for her to accept him.

Did he not do this every night? The doting lover. He wanted to kill something, to kill someone. "Shiro..?" he snapped out of his daze and kissed her again, slowly beginning to move. He pulled out until just the tip was in her warmth then buried himself into her again. She moaned against his lips her hips working with his.

He gathered her legs and pulled them up against him and began to thrust harder into her. Her body was pure pleasure and he wanted, needed more of it. Needed to forget, needed to bury himself completely and wholly into her body.

He was intense his turquoise eyes locked with hers, he was sweating his body shown in the little light from the moon. He was hurting her… yes…maybe. He was rough now, his baser instincts taking over wanting everything from her body.

"Shiro …" Her voice was hoarse, she looked away her body tightening again, she was cumming. She thrashed slightly her breast his sole focus. She looked in pain… but she was saying his name… her body was flushed . He leaned in to suck her nipple into his mouth, he wouldn't kiss her… not right now… so he used her nipple to resist that urge..

She was wet and close again her body begged for release, begged him to come with her, to melt as one. He groaned against her nipple "Fuck…Momo…" he groaned out as his body lost control. He could feel her fingers dig into his back. She was cumming too, good he wasn't hurting her too much. "Oh Shiro" she moaned as another orgasm washed over her. She trembled in his arms as he continued to thrust into her enjoying the feel of her, emptying himself into her.

She sighed and she had tears in her eyes, he kissed her gently against her nipple he had unconsciously bitten as he had climaxed, then kissed her cheeks tasting the saltiness of her tears. "Don't cry Momo, it's over now… I'm sorry…" he kissed her lips pulling her into his arms.

****** A few hours later****

The sun was blinding, Hitsugaya turned on his side a scowl on his face. The bed was empty, his arms were empty. Had he been hoping for something else? He was sickened with himself and his hoping. Fuck.. He was not in a good mood. He sat up and ran a hand through his short hair.

He felt sorry for the first person to cross him today, the mood he was in he was out for blood. But then again when had he not been out for blood, when has he ever been in a decent mood? He didn't want to think about that. He got up and went over to the window drawing the large velvet curtains and turned back towards his large room. He would shower and head to Yamamoto's to discuss the –

He stopped mid-thought and stumbled over to his bed. He stared unbelieving at the center. There was a small stain there, a small blood stain. "Momo…"