The crisp cold air would've pinched at anyone's skin. But not Toshiro, for a matter of fact that was the last thing he was worried about. When asleep he had been put inside a strange room.
When he had awoken he had no idea where he was and it took him a while for his eyes to adjust. As soon as they did he saw that he was in a dark and murky room. There were no doors and light seemed to be spilling from somewhere but he couldn't tell where. It was quite puzzling to say the least.
Painful and constricting chains had been wrapped around his wrists and ankles. Connecting him to the wall. They stung slightly on his skin due to the cool temperature.
"Where did you take me you bastards!" Toshiro yelled for what seemed like the millionth time. However for some reason his voice stayed stable and strong. Despite the great turmoil that was inside.
Mentally Toshiro noted that he might die. Anger had fallen upon him for being so careless and not being able to escape. It was not a regular occurrence for Toshiro to be fooled or tricked into something. Commonly it was him that would trick people easily. It wouldn't be hard for the child prodigy to do it.
This time though he was tricked. And he kept thinking how he would have to pay the price for all that he's done; for all the lives he was ordered to have taken. His body slumped as the thoughts of death entered his mind. He didn't want to die but he knew for a fact the people disliked him even before he started to slaughter them. His fists clenched. "Damn them." He said bearly above a whisper before screaming out his frustration of the situation. "Damn them to hell!" Toshiro yelled in furry the blood raging in his body.
Desperate to escape he ran forward attempting to reach freedom, letting out a warrior's cry. Thinking maybe if he ran fast enough or if it had enough force that the chains would break and he would be free. But of course it didn't and the might of his running only caused the shackles to pull on his limbs more violently; the friction almost allowing his skin to bleed.
But that didn't stop him he was too stubborn and too pridful to let himself be vulnerable, to be helpless, to be useless. Over and over he ran pulling the chains harder and harder. His limbs and skin being tortured in the process. The constant pain jogging through his muscles. Until finally he fell.
The speed of his running had caused him to trip over himself. Releasing a moan of exhaustion he punch the floor violently; letting out his irratation and anger. The metal wrapped around his wrists shaking letting out a resonating rattle. "Why were you so weak?" He whispered to himself. His fists clenched tighter as he stared at the ground unable to see what exactly it was made of.
"How were you tricked so easily?" He asked himself his breathing becoming heavy and rigid. All that was left in him was anger and frustration.
Being as young as he was anger just came naturally to him. But it had been along time since he was this furious with himself. He was angry because he had spent so much of his time trying to become stronger for his loved ones, to protect them. But it was no use now. He rolled onto his back feeling the cold ground though his clothes. A cooling sensation spread through his body relaxing him slightly. "I'm sorry Momo. I'm sorry Matsumoto." He said out loud feeling shame. Eventhough none of this was necessarily his fault.
He took a breath of dusty air before sitting up in a slouch position and muttering. "Sorry Granny."
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Walking around the Division like a mad women Matsumoto waited. Toshiro had been longer than ususal and she was starting to get worried. He was usually back in no time just so he could be here and finish all the paper work she had been slacking off on. But this time he was late, very late. She bit her lower lip in anticipation. 'Any minute now he's going to come in here.' She thought to herself. 'Any minute now.' They words repeated in her head becoming reasuring and comforting in a way. But still her body wouldn't stop fussing. Steadily she moved her hands onto her temple massaging them lightly. 'Relax he'll be here soon.'
Hearing the door open behind her she turned imagining it to be Toshiro. Smiling brightly she turned. "Finally I thought you'd be-" In the middle of her sentence she stopped realising it was just her captain. "Oh Captain Kurosaki." Rangiku said in disappointment. Her tone was clear and bland.
"What did I do?" Isshin asked his voice whiney and childish.
Her frown only deepened despite his goofy attitude. "Captain by any chance have you seen Hitsugaya?" She questioned eyebrows scrunching together closely. The anxiety filled look almost foreign.
"Hitsugaya?" When seeing her body language Isshin's attitude had changed. "Isn't he out on patrol?" Isshin looked at her concerned it wasn't like Rangiku to be worried or sad or basically anything negative. On certain days he thought it would be impossible to get rid of her bubbly mood.
"Yes." Rangiku told him still uneasily. "But he's never late."
Sternly Isshin walked over to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about him, he'll be fine you know that."
"I know." she whispered. Her head hung loosely and her eyes did not face that of her captain.
For a moment Isshin's expression became sad. He understood how sad she was feeling right now; Toshiro was like a son to her. It would traumatising to her if anything happened to him. Just like it would terrorise him if anything happened to Ichigo. Many things had been done to his family. It wouldn't have surprised anyone if he became over protective of Ichigo but he wasn't that kind of man. His son needed freedom Ichigo was in his first stages of blooming into a responsible adult. The last thing Ichigo needed was Isshin holding him back from what he desired.
He stared at Rangiku for a second until he removed his hand and walked over to his desk. A small sigh sounding from his mouth.
"Yamamoto requested you for an assassination." He said. "If you'd like I'll send someone else."
"No. I'll go." Without another word she walked away. Heading for the first division, the concerned look in Isshin's eyes never letting go of her.
It might sound bad but at that moment Rangiku did want to assassinated someone. Granted it was sinister and gorey but she just wanted her mind to be off her current worries. It be sound terrible to take someone's life as measly a form of distraction but that's what she needed right now. 'I hope your okay.' She thought to herself biting her lower lip.
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Brown eyes had woken up hazily. Everything seemed to be spinning in circles. Ichigo tried looking at his hands but the lighting hadn't been bright enough and a resounding thud started in his head.
When Ichigo looked around he had no idea where he was. It was a darkly lit room and he found shackles constricting his limbs. A thudding pain in his head had continued and never stopped.
A soft grumble passed his mouth as if he had just gotten out from bed. Lifting up his hand he rubbed his head gently; a quiet rattling following quickly afterwards.
"Where am I?" He asked rhetorically his voice slightly raspy.
"I see your awake." A mysterious voice came from the opposite side of where he was sat.
At the sound of the voice Ichigo instantly put his guard up. The shadows wrapped around the figure masking it's identity. Just by the tone of the voice Ichigo could tell it was a man. Eventhough the figure couldn't see it Ichigo glared at him. He didn't trust many people and it looked like there was another contender on the list.
Squinting his eyes, to try and see light, he watched the man carefully incase of any sudden movements. But there was hardly any light to see a thing. The figure in front of him was concealed by the overwhelming darkness.
However Ichigo was able to hear some noises. He heard slight shuffling before hearing the familiar sound of a match setting fire. The little light was able to reveal two hands.
Looking at the hands as best he could, he saw them dipping down onto two white candles intensifying the light. A tray appearing. The blur in his sight had soften and he was now able to see better.
Slowly Ichigo's eyes moved up finally seeing the man. He was a blonde man with a striped green and white hat on his head covering his eyes. His mouth was pinched up in a smile. The tray on his hands contained a tea set with two cups a teapot; steam drifted lazily out the pot contrasting with the cold air in the room.
"Who are you and why am I here?" Ichigo asked the heat practically blasting from his eyes.
"Already starting with the questions, huh?" A grin stained his face. Relaxed and calm he bent his legs to sit on the floor. Pouring hot green liquid into the tiny cups.
"Would you like some tea before we start talking?" He extended his arm gesturing for him to take it.
"No thanks." He answered bitterly. "There's no telling what you put in there you creep."
The way the man smirked even after the way Ichigo insulted him made him feel caution. The blonde man noticed his discomfort.
"Hhm. I guess your a bit on edge, huh?" The way he said that was so threatening yet playful. "Well I should introduce myself. Name's Kisuke Urahara."
"So why did you bring me here, Urahara?" Ichigo didn't let the glare of his to leave the strange man. 'When I get out of here I'm going to kill you.' Ichigo thought to himself.
"I won't waste your time and get straight to the point." He said lowering his hat slightly shadowing his eyes more, making him look dangerous. His voice was now serious. "You see. I don't like shinigami so much. They have done a lot to the people living here. That most of them don't even deserve. The people here only live to serve them and if they don't they're killed so it's quite obvious that I don't like them. But I need help. You're help to be specific." Kisuke's was now fully focused on Ichigo. "So what you say?"
For some biculiar reason he wanted to laugh at his face. 'How much of a moron could this guy be?'
"Why would I ever help someone as shady as you?" Ichigo still looked at him sternly no matter how much he wanted to laugh at him for being a fool.
In that instant Urahara's smirk seemed to get wider. "Because I have something you want?"
"Oh really." Ichigo asked as a cold chuckle was sounded. "So what do I want? Let me guess your going to bribe me with money or your going to let me take the place of an all mighty ruler? How gullible do you think I am?"
Urahara just seemed to answer with another question. "Have you ever wondered about your mother's death, Ichigo?" He asked his voice sly. "Isn't it strange how just afew months afterwards your sisters were kidnapped?"
The atmosphere in the room had become incredibly tense. But it seemed that Kisuke wasn't as tense about thing as Ichigo was. All he did was sit there picking up his cup of tea and taking sips of it while he patiently waited for an answer.
"What?" Ichigo had to practically force the words out from how angry he was.
"Do you want me to repeat the question or would you like me to answer it?" He asked taking another sip of tea.
"Answer." He told him anger showing tremendously.
"If you say so." Kisuke said. "You see Ichigo I can reunite you with your sisters. I know exactly where they are. But it will come with the cost of helping me."
"Do you think I'm delusional enough to actually go along with your plan?"
"Then again I could always leave you here to starve and die." He said the threat obvious. "I'll give you a couple hours to think about it."
Standing up he picked up the tray; walking closer to Ichigo, he placed the tray a meter infront of him. "Have some tea if you'd like." That was the last thing he said before walking away. He pushed the wall and that seemed to open a door before it closed quickly.
'Reunite with my sister.' Ichigo thought. The idea bearly digesting in his brain.
AN: So this was chapter two. Hope you enjoyed it. Update will be random depending if I have time or if I don't feel lazy, sorry. Anyway I would like to know if my writing is okay. And don't be scared to write criticism I can always learn to improve