Bleach: Lolita

Chapter 2 - Cradle of Filth

Back in those early times, when she couldn't properly mask the fault in her personality, Yachiru Unohana was a woman held hostage to her passion. I am sure I won't be permitted to speak as if what I am telling you now is fact, so I will say that my retelling of these events are wholly my own understanding of the woman and do not reflect on her integrity. You are free to assume what I say is pure heresy.

My travels through the outer-rim of the Rukongai led me through the dwellings of great and ruthless souls. Again, it is important to say that my killings were not meaningful. I would enter a village and take from it what I needed. While I was not always the strongest soul, I had the advantage of stealth and silence in my methods. Once, I was able to pick off the bulk of an entire village from afar, dropping the inhabitants one by one with my stones from beyond a hillside. By the time my kills were noticed, the bodies had been well raided of any valuables and left to rot. I admit I was foolish to think that these actions wouldn't draw due attention. A month and a week of my ways passed before I was accosted. It was a sudden and violent meeting. Somewhere between the 80th and 60th district (I've lost the exact number) I was caught in the act by the Captain.

"Having your fair share?" The woman's crude voice jeered from the treeline I thought I was safely hidden in. Before I could fully turn to face her, Yachiru's blade pierced through me, entering my lower back and exiting through my abdomen. The pain led me to howl but her free hand cupped my lips tightly, muffling the scream. The odor of blood on her skin, I was sure she'd have to bathe in it for hours to have such a strong stench soaked into her fibers that way. I gagged. I was immobilized by the sword she kept lodged within and by the stifling spiritual pressure she draped over me. Her voice came over my shoulder in soft, maniacal whispers.

"I have observed you for long enough." She leaned closer, letting her chest press into my shoulder blades. I jerked unwisely in response to her heat and nearly lost consciousness. The tremor of pain was excruciating and my vision flickered in red and white flashes.

"You are a fresh one, I know." She said breathlessly, the air of her lungs reeking of metal. "I've taken my time in approaching you. A young man-boy like you can't understand what kind of vile urges that filthy reiatsu of yours drives out of a woman like me."

"Kill me already." I wheezed angrily, feeling myself slipping. I felt her chin sink into my shoulder and her breath blew like a hot breeze in my ear.

"I can't do that, boy." She hissed, "Not after you've gone and given yourself to me. It was foolish to leave your back to the tree's if you are too inept to sense an enemies presence among them. I can only assume it was an invite."

"What do you want then?" I was seething now, knowing I was as helpless as any ordinary soul. A lone wolf as a bears prey.

"I am sure you know what happens to the young here when an adult finds them to their liking."

I did not wish to answer this, but of course I understood. I had yet to come across a predator who was female. You have to consider it thoughtfully to understand what kind of villain this made Unohana. She too was of the deepest pits, and somehow she had survived long enough, thrived long enough, to emerge as a notorious horror. A criminal beast. I am sure it was due in part to her being spiritually gifted, of course, but to truly escape hell, you have to devour the festering and decaying void itself. It doesn't always digest and pass through you quickly enough. The worst of it lies within you for a long while, marring you with it's own sentient, wicked intentions. I was likely her first attempt to mimic the sexual atrocities that were surely inflicted on her as a child, and I am almost positive Captain Zaraki was meant to be my replacement when I outgrew her queer urges. (He was not such an easy pup to snare, she found out) But for now, I was to become the opening experiment to her physical desires.

"Sleep now, and when you open your eyes..."

I felt her twist the steel, churning my wound. I lost the will to remain, and faded.

Ichina was kind enough not to interrupt, but I could feel her spirit overflowing with a longing to pick at my words.

"Go on, child." I encouraged, pausing. Her head snapped up from the parchment and she quickly brushed the raven strands from her eyes. She regarded me with obvious contempt, but the curiosity lingered past the tight jaw and pursed pink lips. I could almost see her being a desirable girl as a fresh youth, but now, I knew she was long since a withering flower. I would find out what boy uncorked her eventually, when I felt she was malleable enough for my leading.

She finally conjured up her thoughts, "I am aware that in the earliest years shinigami were more ruthless, they were but thugs and criminals. Even still, I can't fathom Captain Unohana being a foul creature as you're describing her."

Her voice was brittle and unconvinced. I nodded.

"I haven't even gotten to the worst of it. You should know that many years can temper any soul. All I ask is that you review the Academy records," I spoke, knowing how to cast away her doubt. "You will not find me among the graduating ranks. I was taken in at an early time, when Captains did not have to answer to such stiff bureaucracy. Early on, the General went around the depths of the Rukongai to cherry-pick his students, only selecting the most violent, ruthless, and spiritually adept. Much like this, the Kenpachi took me into her company immediately. You will find that my initial beginnings started with Squad 11, and under her tutelage, or as she calls it, her nourishment, I became a shinigami. When we are done for the day, feel free to validate my words with research."

"Fine, then." She muttered stiffly, her hand working in fine pen strokes to log my words.

I continued.

I came around some hours later, lying on a small cot in the devils den. She had actually taken me directly to her personal quarters. My immediate realization was that I was immobile from below the neck, numbed by demon art, and that I was nude, save the gauze wrapping my waist to cover my wound. The woman had healed all of my old scars, and I was smooth as a toddler. It was dark now, and the air had the same strong, bloody odor of Yachiru with the faintest hint of oil and exotic spice. A single candle flickered on a small wooden table in a pitiful illumination, revealing a small form sitting in front of it. Her hair was long and black, waist length. She sat with her back to me, legs tucked underneath her. My eyes went searching for a means of escape, and found the door to the far left, moonlight filtering in through the hollow of the woodwork. I would never reach it under my own power.

"Are you cold?" her voice came, sounding almost docile.

"What did you do?" I croaked, the weakness in my throat revealing itself. The taste of my own blood soured on my tongue. Unohana lifted herself up in one motion, turning to face me. This is the first time I see her fully. Younger than I suspected. If we are to use the quick lifespans of earth-dwelling humans as a condensed gauge, I would place her appearance equal to that of a woman in her early twenties. I was but a high-school freshman in comparison. Yachiru was all-round a slender female, and one could almost forgive her for her sins, given how fair she was. Her sash was loose, and her robe opened wide around the chest, giving me view of her generously ample porcelain breasts. Her hips were delicately curved but womanly enough, and altogether, her body was a pleasant sight. What ruined this natural experience, was the witches expression. Her eyes were narrowed at me with calculating evil, and her lips spread thin in a long grotesque grin. There was nothing to be desired in the way she presented her face. Only lust and wickedness stood there. Even as a man, recalling the way she used to contort her features in her younger days frightens me. Many of the first Captains know this look and fear it and her equally. She was a true horror.

"I've cleaned you of your blemishes." She whispered soothingly, coming towards me with methodical grace. I felt like a spiders webbed prey. I could only watch uselessly as she let her robe slip to her ankles, revealing her full naked form. The average man would be a cheerful captive at this point, but the black aura around this woman was repulsive enough induce indefinite flaccidity. I knew what ever was to happen would not be for our mutual enjoyment. Yachiru knelt over my still body, breasts swaying, and ran her cold, long fingers across my bare chest with such gentleness that I could only yelp in shock when she unexpectedly dug a nail into my skin and swiped. For me there was only numbness, but I saw that she had drawn blood easily.

"A clean slate for me to mark as my own." She whispered, lowering her lips to the fresh gash.

"Stop!" I shouted as her tongue worked at the line of growing red, thoroughly disturbed and steadily losing my nerve. "Get off of me, witch! OFF!"

"No." She replied simply, tongue still dangling. "You are mine now, boy."

"I'll get free if you do not kill me." I warned, voice quivering. "I swear I'll kill you, woman."

She looked up over my chest at me, still wearing that filthy grin. "I think next time I won't numb you. I'll allow you to feel every pull at your flesh."

She let me think on this as she returned her attention to my chest, kissing and fondling me in a way that made me moan with sickness.

I couldn't understand then what would drive a woman to this kind of perversion. I only figured she was insane. Truthfully Yachiru Unohana was only a lost girl trying to fill a void some other soul left inside of her. Whatever tribulations she grew up with had skewed her young mind, and I had the misfortune of being abducted for her misinformed experimentation. From that horrific day onward, for a span of time that I gauge to be 4 months, I was kept in her room, immobilized. Sometimes she numbed me to her playing, other times, she neglected to spare me. She fed, healed, and washed me every day in that room. Every evening she was free was a new night of twisted sexual exploration. I say sexual because she found it necessary for both of us to be naked and I felt like that was her aim. She never truly made me into a man. Most of her work involved touching, kissing, and of course, tasting my flesh. To this day, I don't think our beloved captain knows what sex truly is. Whoever molested her had twisted the concept. I am reluctant to say that, for a while, this twisted me. Most reading would consider this is the cliffs edge on which my own sanity took a plunge. I think that this torture was definitely a factor in the molding of Haki the Wolf. I was broken minded when Yachiru finally released me, and I remember pleading and begging her not to abandon me. Because despite the horror she subjected me to, she had educated me. Yes, she even coddled me. When her playing was finished, often she'd teach me things about the spirit world and about the Seireitei. Soon, she was reading books to me, and guiding my mind to learn to read and write correctly. All of this while I lay their helplessly on that cot, unable to do anything but accept her twisted, motherly nourishment. This did not overshadow the terror I had of her, but it did dampen the effects. I still resisted her every time she touched me. I still yelled out in distress. The fact that none of her squad came to her quarters to inquire about the shrill cries and moans is a testament to how greatly she was feared.

Ichina was shaking her head repeatedly without ever explaining why.

I saw that I was taking her beyond her limit, and acted on precognitive instinct to draw her back in.

"If this is too much for you, I will stop and you can have someone take your place." I said sympathetically. "You're only a child and you aren't quite ready to be exposed-"

"NO!" She cried standing up, piercing me with angry little eyes. Her fists were balled and shaking at her sides. I was a bit unsettled by her reaction, but did not betray my worries.

"I won't allow anyone else." She hissed violently, "No one else should be held hostage to this madness."

I almost sneered outwardly. She was far to easy.

"No, I think you are too weak-willed to handle my words."

"I am not weak! This is what I am good at. I can write and record better than anyone else in my age group. This is how I can contribute-"

"Contribute? Contribute to whom?"

"To my family name. To my own legacy. To get from under my Mothers scolding gaze!"

"But you've already broken protocol several times, child. Your name is beyond repair."

Her expression jumped from shock, protest, contempt, and anger all in a handful of twitching motions. She sputtered and stomped her foot like the brat she was.

"N-no! Th-that isn't true! You can't decide- I am doing- This is fine!"

"Well, Miss Fugaku, I am weary." I said sighing. "I think I am done for the day. Please inform the guards that your duties are done."

"Your story isn't finished, you've only just got going." She was whining now.

"I will continue tomorrow morning. I am expecting to be greeted by a new, more seasoned scribe, Miss Fugaku."

"It's gonna' be me again, Haki!" She raved, jabbing a thumb into her chest. She lost all formal mannerisms. "You can expect Ichina in your cell tomorrow, and the next day after that! You can tell me all about how poor little Haki was abused by big bad Unohana and blame all of your horrible deeds on her!"

In a flurry of motion, she capped her ink and pens, rolled up her parchment, and tore past me to exit the room.

When the guards filed in to lead me to the Senzaikyu, I was smiling in triumph. With nothing else to distract me, my mind fell to memories of my girls.

I was in their room for the first time. I was finally within the walls of the Kurosaki household. I was finally close enough.

"Ha-kun," Yuzu blinked at me, frowning. "You aren't listening again."

"Oh, yeah. I heard, sorry." I grinned cheerfully, knowing that the lovely girl would only pout.

I was reaping the sweet rewards that came with having an adolescent gigai. I was simply her peer in this form, and no more than that. The girl thought she was tutoring a classmate.

I loved this child.

The thirteen-year-old blinked at me a few more times and finally let out a little sigh.

"Okay. So can you do this problem here?" She pointed her pink pencil with the strawberry shaped eraser at the equation, "This one is done just like the one I showed you."

She was still wearing her school uniform. I traced my eyes down, and farther down, past her skirt to her soft pink legs. I wanted nothing more than to trail her legs with gentle kisses, right down to her sock. I'd have to peel back the fabric of her sock to kiss the knob of her ankle. I'd have to.

"47." I chuckled at her dutiful expression. She groaned, shaking her head. I saw that she had just been biting at the strawberry eraser. The edge was slightly slick with her saliva and showed tiny indention's from her teeth. A fine opportunity as any.

"But you have to show the work, Haki."

"I know, Yu-chan. Lend me your pencil."

She relinquished and I received. I made a show of it, taking an exceeding amount of time with the equation, and when I was sure it seemed absentminded enough, I took the fat eraser to my mouth, holding it between my teeth and teasing the edge she left wet with my tongue. I muttered numbers aloud, making certain to seem as if my mind was settled deeply on my work. I slyly took note of her expression. The slow creeping warmth on her cheeks as she realized what I had unwittingly done. The wonder of our tongues gracing same material all innocently enough. The kind child didn't correct my mistake. She let me kiss the eraser, and so I finished the ordeal.

"47 and the work to show." I beamed, setting the pencil down on the paper because handing it back to her may have been too daring. I watched her blink away her thoughts, relishing the beauty of her lashes as they dropped and popped.

"Are you sure you need my help, Ha-kun?" She asked, a little dismayed. "You know, I didn't show you how to use that method. The way you solved it is the way it's done in the book. Hina-sensei showed us the easier way."

Inquisitive girl. I cannot wait to see what that sharp mind of yours comes up with when I lead you into the depths.

"I can do it like the book sometimes and it is harder," I whined, "but I really don't get how Hina-sensei does it. That's why I needed you to show me again."

"I guess that's okay, but we should spend time on things you really struggle with, right?"

No, no no. I just want to spend another hour with you sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor, breathing in your delicious scents.

"You're probably right." I agreed, standing. "Thank you for trying to help."

"Mmhmm."

I noted the disinterest. Her eyes didn't follow me, she was already organizing her papers and books back into order. I could only smirk at this. I wasn't exactly appealing to the girl. I'd have to study her more, make the needed adjustments and rework my approach. It was thrilling, knowing that I would eventually have her. It would not be long before she opened to me, and if it required a bit of leg work, I was ready.

"So where's Karin?" I asked, stretching my young bones.

"Soccer practice."

"Ichigo?"

"I dunno'. He does what ever he wants and usually doesn't come home till dinner time."

I knew her father was just downstairs in the clinic. I was always very mindful of his presence.

"You probably have a lot to do, so I'll get out of your hair now." I said, knowingly.

She looked up at me now, brow furrowed. "Huh? My homework won't take me that long."

"But don't you do the cooking and stuff too? If Karin's at soccer practice, Mr. Kurosaki's at work, and Ichigo doesn't come home till late, that only leaves you, doesn't it?"

"Ah, I guess so." She answered absentmindedly. She stood up and placed her books on a yellow desk in front of her bed.

On another level beyond my decrepit yearning, I felt for the girl. The child was a naturally strong home maker, but the growing responsibility of her education would push her to the limit soon enough. While I was pleased that her motherly lifestyle kept her fresh and well preserved, I knew she needed more social interactions. She should be joining an after-school club of some sort, broadening her worldview along with her classmates.

"I really like you, Yu-chan." I said quietly, just within her audibility.

"Eh?" She spun her head around quickly, whipping her ponytails.

"Nothing. I gotta' go!" I slid out of her room before we could make eye contact and trotted down the hallway.

A small tease. An admittance of attraction as equals. I was always an awkward looking thing in my youth, but as an adult I bloomed fully. I would gradually work at her as her child-friend for as long as the precarious times allowed, and when I felt her interest peak, I'd reveal myself to her in my natural form, and watch her interest carry upwards into a territory unknown. Of course, it could all easily backfire. If the wrong flip is switched she would recoil and reject me, and there were many wrong switches waiting to derail me.

But...

If the right flip is switched, the one that embraced the looming taboo, she would change. Yuzu Kurosaki would reach the plateau of deviance that would allow her to yield to me. Instead of recoiling, she would contort and stretch her inner-self in a desperate attempt to close the gap.

She would be open to anything.