Did you know in the transient world there is a place where they keep livestock in pens with holes in the fences? The gaps are cut diagonally and the silly little animals just don't think to turn sideways and escape their fate of the slaughterhouse. You remind me of those sheep Izuru. So many chances to get out. So easy to escape. And yet, you stumbled along blindly. Always two steps behind. Like a proper vice-captain.

You asked for it.

All of it.

You remember the first round don't you? (i should hope so, seems an awfully hard thing to forget) How I bent you over the desk. You carried on the whole time, screaming and crying about how you didn't want it. How it was wrong. And when it was all said and done, after I pulled out, you just lay there. You were sobbing so hard you were convulsing. That's when you looked your best Izuru. Broken people are always so beautiful. Have you noticed that?

And the funny thing was, you didn't transfer out of the squad. And when your friends asked out the bruises and the cuts it was, 'training… got kinda rough…' Because you did want it after all, now didn't you? There was no crying the second time, even though I beat you worse. How long was that eye swollen shut? A week? Two weeks?

And you kept on asking.

It took a month I think, for those breathy whimpers of pain that would pass your lips to turn in to moans. Every time I scratched your open, that gave you thrills didn't it? Those bite marks, where the skin was broken and would itch like crazy the next day. You looked forward to them, didn't you? You learned to love the pain, to drink it up. Because love is pain, Izuru. It's only fitting that as your captain, I imparted the true nature of what it means to care about someone on you.

Do you want to know which times I liked the most? (you're such a curious soul it's really not good for you) I bet you do. I savored the times that ran for so long, or were so violent and unmerciful that you collapsed in my arms after. Falling asleep with labored breaths and a lullaby of shallow promises. With all your silly, noble pride and dignity spent to please me. (me and only me, remember that izuru) You were so innocent when you first entered with your vice-captain badge and meek smile. I adored getting to see exactly how tainted that purity had become. Why, some would have said you were nothing better than a masochistic, little whore.

Pretty little thing.

That's done and over with though. It has been for awhile now I guess. But here with all the white sand and the ever present night it's hard to keep track of the days. Maybe now that I'm gone (gone, sometimes i wonder if you cried at all at first and most of the time i hope you did) your reputation amongst the squad can mend itself a little. You can stop being the captain's little toy. The captain's pretty fuck. And be… I don't know. Perhaps the diligent vice-captain who should be looked up to and respected. That's another thing you wanted isn't it? When you didn't want me. But I get the feeling the title of 'Ichimaru's plaything' will linger on. Ducking in to the shadows when you turn to try and see it. Whispered in halls and around corners. A warning for those to come.

I have no pity for you.

The play of life is set on a stage that is nothing more than a decked out butcher's shop. Complete with little side attractions to make you lose sight of how cruel it all is. Downright shame you had to be one of those poor little cut up lambs.


A/N: Voila, je fini. Comments, critique, its all adored.