Yumichika showed up later than anticipated and Izuru couldn't help the stab to his heart as he followed Ikkaku's smiling gaze to the door. Yumichika strolled in like he owned the place, Shuhei's arm casually thrown around his waist. He had a smile on as well as soon as he felt his friends reatsu. Yumichika thought that maybe tonight wouldn't turn out as bad as he thought it would, maybe. The bar was a quaint little thing on the end of the Seritei, it was a cozy enough place to sit and talk. Yumichika grabbed Rukia into a hug and said his hello's to everyone, even Izuru who he'd barely glanced at. Ikkaku shot him a glare which was countered by a look that only said 'at least I acknowledged the trash'. He was especially excited to see her, it was always nice to speak to a level headed individual such as himself who would rather walk away from a meaningless fight then start one. Ikkaku soon took it upon himself to order a few more bottles of sake and Yumichika noticed the evil glint in his eyes.

Yumichika was not happy. Firstly, his move to sit next to Ikkaku was intercepted as Renji sat there and then Shuhei sat beside Ichigo. Which only left one place, guess who? Kira Izuru who didn't look so happy about it either. Then Ikkaku decides that it's a good idea to challenge Yumichika to a game of Uno Mas which never turned out great for either one of them honestly. The last time Yumichika had played a drinking game with this buffoon he woke up naked in Gin Ichimaru's bed. To this day he still didn't know how he'd even got there, Gin seemed just as surprised. Actually Gin was probably more surprised the second time, or maybe the third. After a few minutes of sad puppy dog eyes from Ikkaku Yumichika gave in and began the game. It was a ridiculous game really, they might as well just hold a keg above their heads and see how much they can swallow before they threw up. Which was pretty much how you played Uno Mas, except with cups of course. Yumichika inwardly cursed himself, hopefully Shuhei would stop him from doing anything too stupid.

After a while Yumichika had decided that he was very drunk. He couldn't count anymore and the floor seemed to move beneath his finger tips. For a second he stare at his finger to concentrate on nothing, all he could feel was the waves coming over him. It was an interesting feeling, recently he'd been attempting to use his zan pakto not only to suck in reatsu but to control the reatsu in the air as well. It seemed a bit of a ridiculous concept but if he set his mind to it maybe it could be achieved. Yumichika had never heard of anyone controlling reatsu, the bounds used it for their dirty deeds but that's all. No one who was living could do it, maybe he could. He groaned, gave up, and looked up to watch the idiots argue about nothing.

Ikkaku and Renji were arguing over nonsense like usual. Yumichika didn't understand how arguing about who had the craziest hair in the Seritei could even be considered by these two men. Why not speak about who had the loveliest hair? It was a much better conversation anyway, well that of course because they would be speaking about him. Yumichika sided with Ikkaku of course on his beliefs that Mayuri's do was just too far out there to be sane. But Renji believed that the capitain of the fourth division held the title, it was silly but very funny in deed. Yumichika smiled as he looked down at the man who was half asleep in his lap, Shuhei had hardly drank most likely just waiting patiently for him to be done so he could carry him home. He was happy his Shu could relax for once with his friends, since the whole Aizen fiasco he's done a captain and lieutenants work for far too long.

"Yumichika?" a slurred, quiet voice sounded from beside him.

"Yes Lieutenant Kira? What may I help you with?" he replied hesitantly to the best of his ability. Yumichika wasn't exactly in the mood for a good heart to heart with the boy who captivated his ex-lovers heart at the moment.

Izuru on the other hand had been glancing over at Yumichika for the whole night, he wandered how in the hell he could have done this voodoo. He was drunk, looked flushed and bothered, and still managed to sit around and act like the world was his own. How can you be so confident for no apparent reason? He thought to himself as he watched the pretty brunette. He felt himself wanting to talk to Yumichika about something, he wanted to know how you can come from the slums of the Rukongai and hold no real title and still continue to look down on everyone like they were nothing. Izuru had been part of a lower noble family and as he watched Yumichika he couldn't help but notice the way he sipped his cup. It was like Byakuya, so regal and sure of himself. How could Yumichika come from nothing and feel like he was everything when Izuru was just the opposite? "I just don't understand you sometimes"

"What is it that you need understood?" There it was again, that upward inflection of superiority. Izuru could hear it even with the slur of drunkenness that radiated off of the brunette. He watched as Yumichika's fingers lightly brushed against his ex-boyfriends head and searched to find his words. He knew he should think carefully before speaking but the sake was beginning to get to him.

"You come from nothing and still wear that mask. I cant understand how you could love anything really" he instantly bit his tongue and looked up at Yumichika's bowed head for any sign of anger. Izuru had never started a bar fight, but as Ikkaku had told him before, 'When your drunk never say anything about an 11th division members life or feelings. Those are fighting words and you might get punched in the face'. But Yumichika didn't look mad, his fingers stopped moving and he was silent for a few moments.

Yumichika seethed as soon as he heard the words. How he couldn't love anything? The nerve of the boy, Yumichika knew very well that he wore a mask of feelings. Who didn't? But to say anything to him? This child really didn't know who he was speaking to. The lieutenant might be of higher rank but that was because Yumichika wanted it that way, he'd kill Izuru in a fight and anyone who didn't know it must have been a dull person.

"I don't mean to be insulting. It's just, you, I mean…you say you love but you manipulate everything to your favor. You talk about yourself for days and never really consider anything else. Like this afternoon, all Ikkaku wanted to do was go with me and I know it was you who told him not to. I don't think Ikkaku even realizes how much he does what you say without you even having to say it. I don't understand how that's love" Izuru tilted his head to try and get a look at Yumichika through the fan of black hair that covered his face as he looked down. "I think he knew at least a little, maybe he didn't feel like being your toy anymore. I guess maybe that's why he's with me"

Yumichika felt his eye twitch. That was strike three. First being here, then sitting beside you, now he's going to insult you to your gorgeous face? No Ayasegawa you wont put up with this ignorance any longer. He thought to himself before smiling gently and looking up into Izuru's eyes. Yes prey, feel your fear.

"Well Izuru, loving isn't as hard as you would think with such willing toys to play with. Boys will come and go Kira as you know." Hook. "Like that Capitan of yours you were with when you were fucking my dear Shu here. Would you call him one of my toys as well? Im not sure really how you got that one, such a good boy that he was" Line. "As for Ikkaku no, he is not a toy. We are eternal, he and I, you my dear happen to be. Well actually I guess you could call him a toy for now, since I've been with Shu it has been fun to play with" Sinker.

Maybe in hindsight Yumichika could see how utterly recklace his honestly was. Not exactly from the moment the words left his mouth, not because of the way Izuru's eyes instantly filled with heavy tears and began to pour like the ocean, but because of the way Shuhei flinched out of his arms and rose with frightening speed. The evil grin was instantly replaced with an innocent look of confusion to look up at Shuhei's angry expression. Whoops, not as asleep as I thought.

Shuhei knelt beside his friend and began to calm his nearly hyperventilating friend. "Yumichika!" he roared. Shuhei wasn't quite angry about the fact that Ikkaku and Yumichika had been together, his lover was a surprisingly honest man and told him right away. Shuhei was more upset about the fact that Yumichika just told Izuru that his entire relationship with Gin had been a a setup and that he was fucking his boyfriend. Which Shuhei knew was untrue, but Izuru didn't which was bad because he looked like he was about to pass out from the sudden bout of depression. His face flushed red as everyone in the building looked their way and a confused Ikkaku began to approach.

"Yes Shu?" Yumichika responded with the face of an angel. This really was ridiculous, how was Yumichika supposed to know that Izuru was going to be a little girl about every fucking thing. Eh, now Ikkaku's beside him asking what's wrong. How cute.

"Would it kill you to be a little fuckin' sensitive for one moment of your life! What is wrong with you!" Yumichika visibly flinched at this and began to laugh like no other. How couldn't he? This situation was positively hilarious. Izuru raised his hand and slapped Ikkaku right in the face.

"You slept with him?" Izuru accused with a sobered choke then raised his hands to wipe his face and buried his fingers in his hair. Ikkaku's glare momentarily stopped Yumichika's laughter before it came back with a vengeance.

The strike to Yumichika's cheek was predicted, the force threw him back to the wall and a death grip on the front of his robes stopped his wobbly legs from falling to the ground. Yumichika's laughter didn't cease as he was slammed into the wall and repeatedly punched in various places that would surely hurt in the morning. "Shut up!" Ikkaku shouted as he stepped back and launched a left hook to Yumichika's jaw. His forearms landed on the wooden floor and his laughing stopped as he put a hand to his jaw line. Yumichika opened his mouth and let the blood seep out, he felt his heartbeat pulse for a few seconds before blinking to regain his composure. Soon after a few seconds of stale air that ran through the bar he looked up to see Ikkaku being held back by Renji and Ichigo. Then once again he fell into a fit of giggles as he looked back at Izuru who was now standing looking absolutely frightened out of his mind. He was in hysterics as he surveyed the damage, he was in so much pain and yet he couldn't stop how funny this all was. Two broken ribs, fractured forearm, jaw needs readjusted, concussion. bruises galore, and a black eye. Damn Ikka, you must be pissed. Haha. At this point Yumichika really just didn't care, he knew just one flower from his magnificent blade and all the pain would be gone.

"Mmm" he purred and lifted himself with grace, making sure not to put too much weight on his left arm. His tongue darted out of his mouth and he licked the blood that had trailed down his chin as he looked up at the bald man. "You seem upset. Well let him go then, you can go a little while before I counter you. I'll let ya have some time before I beat you. If you feel the need to mar this beauty then go ahead lover" Yumichika put on the best pout of the century and laughed some more as that just seemed to make Ikkaku angrier. He watched as Izuru came to stand in front of Ikkaku and cry for him to stop. "Stop stop" he mocked with a smile and leaned back against the wall. This was a fun night after all.

"He's drunk Ikkaku. Stop this now okay?" Izuru screamed. Izuru was not happy about the cheating that Ikkaku had done but the look in the eyes of the hysterically happy figure against the wall told a different story then it seemed. To Izuru pain was easy to point out, he saw a void when Yumichika had lifted his head off of the ground. Yes, he looked like he was having fun but the tears running from his eyes, the mask of a smile was so raw, it was fake. Izuru instantly felt horrible at saying what he had, he never thought it was possible to hurt Yumichika's feelings. He decided to himself when he saw that saddened look on the brunettes face when he lifted his head that Yumichika had just fallen into what he knew best. Violence was the way of the 11th, so it must fix everything, it was a silly way to think but why would Yumichika think any differently? He was one of them after all. Izuru had just tapped into the insecurities that the fifth seat had felt probably all his life and he was sorry, so sorry. All he wanted to do now was stop this. This fighting and yelling would get them no where and Yumichika needed help, not more pain. Izuru was not going to let this manipulation go to his head, he refused to fall into that trap. Yumichika just wanted him to feel the same way that he did, helpless and broken. Ikkaku soon stopped trying to get free and looked into down Izuru's eyes. "Stop" he whispered.

"Izy-" Ikkaku said as he watched Shuhei pull a still laughing Yumichika out of the bar. Yumichika's farewell was like a dagger to his ear and he was tempted to follow them and beat the shit out of the crazy man again. "Don't tell me- just don't" Ikkaku hung his head in shame and tried to gain his composure.

Yumichika laughed all the way back to his room. The first time he noticed the tears falling was when he'd stepped out of the bar and felt the cool breeze hit against his cheeks. Shuhei didn't look excited about having to eventually pick up the straggling figure and carry him home. Several times Yumichika tripped and landed on his injured arm with a pained cry. Yumichika looped his arms around Shuhei's neck and buried his face inside the broad chest as he tried to stop his laughing. By the time they'd arrived to his room Yumichika was so exhausted he barely fell unconscious the moment his feet touched the ground. Shuhei steadied him and carefully guided him to sit on the futon. He walked to the cabinet and took out a first aid kit that Yumichika had for when Ikkaku stumbled into his room in the middle of the night after a drunken brawl.

"Shu?" Yumichika questioned as Shuhei returned and knelt between his legs. As Shuhei went about cleaning up his wounds Yumichika took a deep look at his lover. He lifted his uninjured arm and attempted to touch his face but his Shu just flinched away. As Shuhei busied himself Yumichika sighed and knew what was to come. There was nothing more to say, just one look into Shuhei's eyes told him everything he needed to know. Tonight was the night, the last straw broke and Yumichika felt the smile spread on his face as he realized that Shuhei had made his choice. This uneasy feeling had been coming to him for a while, he knew Shuhei was rethinking him. He knew one day he would come home and this whole fiscade of being happy would die away. In reality Yumichika knew he wasn't a bright person like he put on. He had a dark look on everything but chose to mask this in something that wasn't so gloomy. This was the time to be sad, Shuhei was leaving him. "Please stay with me tonight" he whispered in a rough voice as Shuhei stood and put the kit back. "Please" he begged and grabbed Shuhei's hand to bring it to his cheek. "Im sorry"

Shuhei didn't say anything at all. He simply let Yumichika guide him down onto the futon and wrapped his arms around the shaking figure. Shuhei rocked the brunette to sleep that night, he didn't know what to say so he said nothing. It was too hurtful for him to imagine. He'd been thinking of leaving for sometime but seeing it had to be now hurt. Shuhei didn't know why this was such a hard decision. He didn't know if he loved Yumichika like he thought he had. Kazeshini absolutely loved the conniving little vixen, said they were a perfect match and that scared him. He didn't want to be evil and destructive, he wanted the exact opposite. But if he did why was he so happy with Yumichika who was all of those things he hated about himself? He waited until he heard the cries into his chest calm before he got up and went to gather his things.

When Yumichika woke hours later he was surprised to find no one beside him. Just a letter on the pillow beside him. It was still dark, maybe 5 in the morning. Yumichika rose to sit and looked around, hoping that Shuhei hadn't left. Maybe he's in the bathroom, maybe, no..no more maybes. Shuhei left me. He's gone. Gone. Yumichika got up and ripped open the drawer he'd given Shuhei, it was empty. He searched the room for something of Shuhei's but it was all gone, like he'd never been there to begin him. Yumichika clasped his hand over his heart and felt the tightening spread through his chest. He collapsed to the ground and brought his hands to his face as he sulked. It hurt so bad, why did Shuhei leave? He'd been expecting it so why did he feel this way when it happened? As Yumichika thread his fingers through his hair he noticed stiff pieces toward the back of his head. He pressed the fingers further into the hair that covered the back of his head and moaned as he touched a sore spot. There was fresh blood coming from his head now that he had reopened the wound and he looked down at his bloody fingers. Well I have a concussion, this is the cause. he thought to himself as he tried to get up. Yumichika attempted to stop himself from crying like a child about something so silly but every time he thought about it he thought about the reason he was crying and he would just go harder. The lightheadedness wasn't helping either.

What felt like a lifetime later, during a moment of inner serenity, Yumichika picked his sorry ass up off of the ground and looked at himself in the mirror on his vanity. He had long ago ripped the bandages off and he looked like shit. His right eye was swollen and black as was the gash on the side of his forehead. Yumichika licked his split lip and thought oh well as he ripped the mirror from its place and it smashed to the ground. Soon he began to smash everything in reach which included all of his mirrors, his various bottles splayed everywhere, his calligraphy sets, and ripped up every kimono that Ikkaku and Shuhei had ever bought him. "Too beautiful" he whispered to himself. A quietness came over him and Yumichika lazily grabbed the hilt of his zanpakto and dragged it into the bathroom with him. He set his blade on the side of the bathtub and waited for it to fill up. Yumichika soon found himself naked and crying in his bath, his knees drawn up to his chest with his arms hugging around himself. He let his head dip back into the water and watched as the red blood engulfed the once clear water. In all his life Yumichika never thought he could be as honest as he was right now.

By the end of the day Izuru felt himself grow more and more concerned. Its not like he thought Yumichika would be out and happy immediately after the incident but hearing the stories from some of the 11th division members was unnerving. While he and Ikkaku had spent the night talking and understanding each other he heard that Shuhei had left while Yumichika was asleep and he smaller man had thrown a fit that could be heard and felt throughout the whole division. Yumichika's reatsu had spiked in anger and it sounded like a tornado had swept through the room, he'd heard. Several of the members who had gotten too close to the room had collapsed under the pressure and had to be taken away by seated officers who could hardly withstand it themselves. It felt like an angry Lieutenant. Some had said. When night came Izuru had to beg Ikkaku to come with him to see if Yumichika was alright. During their talk Izuru had learned everything he wanted to know and he had come to terms with their relationship but that didn't mean that Ikkaku had forgiven his best friend. But when they got close to his room and they felt his low reatsu they ran to see what had happened.

Zaraki told them to leave him alone and that was it. Other members of the 11th were to afraid to knock on the door and Shuhei hadn't been out of his office all day. He to wasn't speaking to anyone either.

"Yumichika?" Izuru called out as he hesitantly knocked on the door. After a few seconds of no reply Ikkaku rolled his eyes and opened the surprisingly unlocked screen. The room was in shambles. Nothing had escaped Yumichika's wrath and Izuru gulped as he went in after Ikkaku.

"Yumi?" Ikkaku called into the room and stepped forward to look around. Ikkaku closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This had to be bad, worse then he thought. He reached down and picked up a torn kimono, as he held it in his hands he recognized the design and closed his eyes. It was the green kimono that he had gotten Yumichika for his birthday last year. A beautiful design with blue vines running along it, Yumichika had loved it so much. Why would he destroy it? Ikkaku never knew Yumichika to be destructive in his rage. Not like him, Yumichika was level headed and made his decisions wisely no matter how flustered he appeared to be. "Eh" he groaned. He'd fucked up.

"Yu…Oh….shit. Ikkaku!" Izuru had screamed from the bathroom. Ikkaku ran to where Izuru stood and was shocked to see the sight. A pool of black hair was at the top of the water resting on two barely seen knee caps, the water was a dingy red and Ikkaku could swear he felt his heart explode. He dropped the shredded cloth in his hands and immediately reached into the water to pick out the naked brunette. He pressed Yumichika to his chest and sat as Izuru ran to find something to wrap him in. Yumichika was snow white and the water had to have been below freezing, it stung to the touch.

"Yumi, Yumi, come on get up kid. Get up, breath okay? Im sorry, just don't, don't die" Ikkaku growled as he tried to feel a heart beat. Faint but there. He thought as he grabbed the towel Izuru held out and wrapped Yumichika in it before Shunpoing to the 4th division.