I promised you all that this chapter would be bigger than the last, and I succeeded. (I think I did) I feel a bit unsure of this chapter, not knowing how to continue. I really messed this up. I don't know why but every fanfiction I write starts off good, only to twist around until it breaks to little pieces of crap !

I hope you can all enjoy this chapter nonetheless.

Byakuya's POV

Byakuya's eyes flew open and he jumped out of his bed, almost tripping over a small pile of clothes next to his bed. He managed to catch himself before he hit the ground, but he was highly disorientated and sweaty. "Wha-where…." Byakuya sat on the ground and pinched the bridge of his nose. A nightmare. It used to be a frequent one. After Hisane's death he had been having this nightmare every time he closed his eyes.

The dream was always the same. He would hold Hisane in his arms, and she would rest her small frame against his chest. They would sit there, happy, enjoying each other's presence. But then, Hisane would get lighter, and harder. The trees and flowers around them would wither slowly, leaving only dead black ground. Then he would try to talk with Hisane, but she would never answer. The world around them kept withering until there was nothing left but darkness. Hisane would turn around, apparently leaning in for a kiss, but then her face would come into vision. Rotten flesh hanging from yellow bones, eyes replaced by deep black holes, her clothes ripped and rotting, maggots crawling out of the remains of her dead flesh.

And then he would watch her wither in his hands, seeing the rotten flesh falling in small pieces of her face, landing on his hands and clothes. Her bones would crack, showing what was left of her insides, and at last, she would turn to dust that blinded his eyes when it was blown in his face. That was the moment where he woke up. Tangled up in his bed sheets, servants standing worriedly around his bed and his throat sore from screaming.

The dream had been different today though. But the meaning had been similar. He had been sitting by a pond, watching as Hanatarou walked up to him through the pond. But then, Hanatarou had gotten stuck in the pond, the water getting higher and higher. Byakuya tried to move, but it was as if he was glued to the ground. Not even the muscles in his face would move. He watched as Hanatarou drowned, the water clear enough to witness the struggle of life and death that Hanatarou was experiencing. He watched as the last bubbles of air rose to the surface, and he watched the water becoming eerily still. Then, the water became green and yellow, and the first blue sky now turned a sickly violet, mixed with poison green.

He had watched as Hanatarou sunk deeper and deeper, rotting away as he sunk away in the disgusting water. Some of the rotting flesh had drifted in his direction. Then, the glue that had held him down let go, and Byakuya fell face first into the water, the stench and taste of rotting flesh filling his mouth and nose.

A servant opened the door hesitantly. "Sir ?" Byakuya didn't answer. He stood up and began dressing very slowly. The servant took the hint and closed the door quietly. Byakuya walked over to the mirror and looked at his reflection. His eyes were red, and he could see one single tear track. He wiped it off and began placing the Kenseikan in his hair. He stopped at the second kenseikan and left the third one on his dresser. He pulled an annoyed face at his reflection and ripped the two kenseikan from his hair, not allowing himself more than a small scowl at the pain. He needed to talk to Hanatarou, the boy was probably scared to death at the moment, locked up in a captain's bedroom.

What was I thinking ? I shouldn't have drunk so much sake ! He walked towards his bedroom, and almost slipped on a bowl of rice that was scattered all over the floor, right in front of his bedroom. A servant was collecting the remains of a porcelain bowl just a few metres away, only to drop it when Byakuya spoke to him in an angry tone. "What has happened here ?!" The servant bowed immediately and started his explanation. "I-I was ordered to bring breakfast to this room, but as I approached the room, someone violently bumped into me, and I….I dropped it all. I forgot about that bowl of rice, I thought I was already done! I am horribly sorry Kuchiki-sama!!" Byakuya ignored the last part and yanked the door open.

The maid inside of his room let out a high-pitched scream at his forceful entrance. "Was there anyone in this room?!" The maid bowed quickly, stuttering during her explanation. "I-I was in charge of c-cleaning Kuchiki-sama's bedroom today, a-and I just a-assumed that Kuchiki-sama was up early today, a-and I…" The maid trailed off, staring at the floor and stuttering a few more incoherent mumbles. "I locked the door. How did you get inside ? I do not remember giving you a key." The maid looked down again and a slight blush crept on her cheeks. The answer she gave was nothing more than a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. "I…I made a copy once, and…. I just….I" Byakuya stared at the maid for a moment, before he quickly turned around.

He grabbed the servant outside by his shirt. "What is the name of that maid ?" The servant looked horrified as he uttered a small reply. "She's Maria and-" Byakuya put him down and kept walking. "She is fired. You take care of it." Byakuya forced himself to walk slowly, not quite succeeding. He needed to find Hanatarou ! He called his personal guard. He had never considered them useful, but right now, they were all he needed. "I want you to look for Yamada Hanatarou, do not disappoint me." They nodded and were gone before he could finish saying "Dismissed."

Byakuya closed his eyes and concentrated on the boy's weak reiatsu, but he failed to find it. An unusual amount of low-ranked Shinigami were located just outside of his barracks. The spiritual energy spiked now and then. What could it mean ? Byakuya reminded himself of the fact that he should be looking for Hanatarou. Low-ranked Shinigami were none of his concern. But still, something told him that this was something serious.

He began analyzing the strangely fluctuating reiatsu's. The fluctuating was strangely familiar. It reminded him of….. Sex ? Byakuya's eyes flew open. He pulled a disgusted face. He disliked it when a person had sex with more than one person at a time. He didn't understand at all. Sex was something to take serious, something that could be considered a gift that you should not give to some strangers. Byakuya tried to ignore the reiatsu and focused on finding the weak reiatsu that belonged to Hanatarou.

However, he found it impossible to ignore the fluctuation reiatsu a few streets further, and he decided to put an end to it. He was very annoyed. Hanatarou had left without clothes on, and it was a cold day in Seireitei. Hanatarou also wasn't finished with his chores. There were still huge stacks of paperwork to finish, and the other ponds still needed intensive cleaning. Byakuya Shunpo'd to the source of the many weak reiatsu's. A surprise appearance would probably scare the shit out of them, so he could continue his search for Hanatarou.

A loud scream met his ears, but it didn't sound like a scream of pleasure. Byakuya sped up. This scream was one that uttered fear of death. He turned around a corner, and what he saw tore the stoic mask off his face, and made his hands clench around Senbonzakura's hilt. Hanatarou was lying naked on the cold storage room's floor, in a puddle of his own blood. A sword had pierced his leg to the ground, and it was covered in sperm. A man was standing over Hanatarou, no pants on, and pushing his Zanpaktou against Hanatarou's throat. Three other Shinigami were sitting or standing around, also naked, and most of them covered in blood.

Hanatarou's face was bruised and his cheeks were wet from countless tears that had been dripping from his eyes. He was making choking sounds, his body twitching slightly. A small trial of blood dripped from his mouth and various other cuts on his face and body. The Shinigami holding his sword against Hanatarou's throat had been halfway through the process of slitting Hanatarou's throat when Byakuya had appeared.

In a matter of seconds, Senbonzakura was sticking through the man's abdomen. Byakuya twisted the blade cruelly, feeling satisfied at the horrible scream the man uttered. Warm blood gushed out of the wound and spilled over his hands and his clothes, but Byakuya paid no attention to such trivial matters. Byakuya didn't release Senbonzakura's shikai. They didn't even deserve to be killed by his sword, let alone his sword in shikai ! The man that had been trying to kill Hanatarou was sliced in twice as Byakuya ripped senbonzakura through him, making sure the man would live for at least an hour to experience the pain. The surrounding men didn't even run away, they couldn't move. The second man got a less painful death as Byakuya pierced his chest with a quick motion, before slitting another man's throat.

The remaining two cowered in fear as Byakuya approached them. He had never considered himself to be cruel, but right now, sickening sadistic idea's spun around in his head. They would suffer, they'd wish they'd never been born! Byakuya's rage was extraordinary great, as if all his frustration was coming out in one mere moment. In the back of his head, Byakuya reminded himself that he should keep his Reiatsu in check. Hanatarou would surely be affected if he released his reiatsu to it's maximum.

He pulled one of the guys up until he was face to face. He suppressed the urge to spit in the man's face and he pointed the tip of his sword to the man's mouth, intending to shove it all the way down. He was about to push the sword through the clenched teeth when a startled gasp caught his attention. He spun around and was met with the shocked ace of his Fuku-taicho. Abarai Renji. Byakuya shot him an angry and annoyed look, but he dropped the weeping man to the ground and calmed himself. This had gotten out of hand. He carefully placed his stoic mask back on his face, and faced Renji.

"Abarai. I thought I told you to take care of today's business. What are you doing here ?" Renji frowned and answered. "I was about to train the rookies, but then I sensed that you released your reiatsu to a deadly state. I came here to see if you were in trouble…" Byakuya narrowed his eyes when Renji forgot to add 'taicho' at the end of his sentence. He grabbed senbonzakura and wiped it's blade clean on his haori. "Renji. I want you to take care of this mess." Renji took several steps back before replying. "What ?! You expect me to-" Byakuya shunpo'd in front of Renji and grabbed his shirt. "Yes Renji. I expect you to. No one shall know of this, understand ?"

Byakuya didn't even wait for Renji to confirm his order, and turned to Hanatarou. "Take them to my manor." Renji opened his mouth to protest, but Byakuya cut him off. "Renji. Do as I say." Byakuya threatened his Vice-captain, but he figured Renji wouldn't fall for that. He noticed a few Shinigami in his guard. As he scooped Hantarou up in his arms he gave them his orders. "Clean this mess up and lock those rats in the deepest dungeon you can find. Make sure they'll live but do not call for any medics beside the Kuchiki-medic." They nodded and took off.

Byakuya shunpo'd towards his mansion. His rage was not replaced by fear. What if Hanatarou was dead ? What had he done ? If you thought about it, it was Byakuya's fault that this had happened… He had ripped Hanatarou's clothing, locked him up and kept him in a strange house. Of course Hanatarou would try to escape after waking up in a strange bed, in only his underwear, in a locked room. Byakuya wanted to bash his head against a wall, but instead he tried to increase the speed of his Shunpo. He had to struggle to keep his stoic mask on his face, for it felt as if he could break down any moment.

He entered his mansion and went straight to the Kuchiki's personal medic. It was the first time he was grateful he had hired a personal doctor. He almost kicked the door in when he entered, and the medic made a startled jump and stared at him like he'd seen a ghost. "K-kuchi-Kuchiki taicho ?" Byakuya ignored him and laid Hanatarou carefully on one of the examination tables. He turned to his personal medic and ignored the fearful expression of the man. "You will treat him first, make sure he will survive. As for the others that will come in shortly, make sure you don't waste any equipment on them. Use stuff from the trashcan." The medic awoke from his coma-like state and made a small sound of disapproval.

"Kuchiki-sama, I am sorry but that goes directly at anything I have learned ! I treat everyone the same and-" Byakuya stepped forward and grabbed the man's throat, silently enjoying the shocked gasp of pain that the man uttered. "Listen. I hired you. You follow my orders. If you do not follow my orders you will die together with the ones you are supposed to save. Now GET TO IT !" He angrily threw the man on the ground, blaming his behaviour on his nervousness. He always felt anxious when he was in hospitals, medic rooms or anything like it. They reminded him of the countless hours he had sat in a small seat, waiting for next on Hisane, hoping that she would pull through, that she would survive.

Even now, he felt nauseous just being in the medic's room. He hurried out of the room, trying not to look as if he was scrambling away like a can of gasoline from a fireplace. He shunpo'd to his room, he was in no mood for walks. A servant threw him a scared look as he passed, but he didn't pay attention to it. He entered his room and went straight to his personal bathroom. He felt sick. He never felt this sick. The stench of sex, blood and gore was making him dizzy, and before he knew it, he was hunched over the sink, puking. When he looked up to meet his reflection, he almost slipped on the slippery bathroom floor.

He was covered in blood, his face was unrecognizable, gore splattered on his hair and big knots of blood covering his face. His clothes were smudged with semen, blood and even hair ! He looked as if he had been crawling through a big pile of dead bodies ! At the sight of himself he felt his stomach churning, but nothing came out. He put the shower on, and stepped under the water without stripping himself from his clothes. Something told him that he'd only turn up even more disgusted by the sight of his skin being tainted by blood. As soon as the water hit him, he began ripping his clothes off. He scrubbed his skin. He felt disgusted.

He was covered in the blood of rapists, murderers, sadists. The thought alone made him want to scrub his skin off. His blood was still boiling from pure rage and sadistic thoughts were filling his mind. You hypocrite. You label them as sadists, when you are having these thoughts yourself. It didn't bother him though. Never before had someone enraged him to this point. Kurosaki Ichigo maybe, but then it hadn't been about someone whom he loved . Do I love the boy? I barely know him… Byakuya stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. Right now, his fear of losing Hanatarou was greater than his rage, and he found himself pacing around in his room.

He sighed and left his room."Clean my bathroom." The servant jumped and ran off quickly with a small "Y-yes K-kuchiki-sama!" Obviously terrified with the fact that Byakuya had spoken to him. Byakuya didn't blame the servant. Just an hour ago he looked like the devil himself, a bloodied sword clenched in his hand, covered in gore and blood… Byakuya sighed and went to the dining room. He had skipped breakfast and he knew he had to eat something. The servants were very quiet, and Byakuya sat in front of his plate, all alone. Normally some servants would stay to keep him company, but they were too frightened now.

Byakuya took a small bite and chewed slowly. He kept chewing, long after it'd lost it's taste, just because he felt like he needed to do something. Suddenly someone knocked on the door, breaking Byakuya's trance. "What." It was more of a statement than a question, but the person behind the door answered nonetheless. "The Kuchiki-medic sent me." Byakuya stopped chewing, staring to the wall in front of him. "What is it now ?" Byakuya swallowed the piece of food in his mouth and put in another piece, not even tasting the sweet flavour.

"Well, he was wondering how his patient got in that condition and-" Byakuya cut him off sharply. "That is none of his concern. How is Hanatarou ?" Byakuya glared at the messenger, who cringed and hurried to answer. "H-he'll pull through, b-but he is currently in a coma, and he might have minor memory-loss, taicho." The Messenger bowed before continuing, but Byakuya was no longer interested. Hanatarou was going to pull through…. He would live. He would live !! " And so that would mean that….. Ano….Kuchiki-taicho ? Ano, Kuchiki-taicho ?!!" Byakuya turned his head, annoyed at the messenger, but careful not to show it. "What is it?"

The messenger bowed and answered. "The Medic told me that his other patients are now stable and locked up in the deepest dungeon. Oh yea, and-" Byakuya sighed and interrupted the annoying messenger. "Dismissed." The servant was out of the room before Byakuya would utter another word.

Hanatarou was safe. He would survive. But that thought was quickly replaced with sadistic idea's and an ache to stab someone through the chest. Byakuya clenched his teeth in an attempt to calm himself. He had been tensed up ever since he had found Hanatarou in that state. His blood was still boiling as he thought about what those bastards had done to Hanatarou. He never imagined something like that was happening in Sereitei ! Byakuya grit his teeth. They would pay. All the emotions that he had kept bottled up inside ever since Hisane left him began bursting through his carefully built up barrier.

Byakuya grabbed his plate and threw it against a wall, satisfied with the loud crash the breaking plate made. He was temped to scream and kick the table over, but he decided to keep his anger in for just a little longer. He left the dining room. He slammed the door behind him, hearing the wood crack. A young servant shook on her legs and almost dropped her plate. He took a cup of tea from the plate and approached the dungeon.

Time to extinguish some rats.

Hanatarou's POV

When he opened his eyes, he felt blank. His body felt sore and he had a throat-ache. His memory was blank. What happened ? Where am I ? He tried to get up, but his muscles didn't obey him, so he only turned around, falling off the bed with a dull thud. It wasn't the fall that hurt, it was the wounds that ripped open at the moment he hit the ground. Suddenly his entire body seemed like it was on fire, and Hanatarou opened his mouth to scream, terrified when the only thing that escaped his mouth was a trial of blood and a choked cough.

His leg felt as if a thousand blades were stabbing into it, and his arms felt as if they'd been though a blender. But the worst part was his ass. He barely felt the blood trickling down his legs, staining the bandages around his leg. The searing pain seemed to break an opening into his memory, and it all came back. Four men, a cold floor, blood, pain, dirty. Hanatarou started hyperventilating, feeling the wound in his throat opening. The blood dribbled down his throat as he cried without a sound, tears mixing with blood and drool as the memories flooded back into his mind. He felt as if he was going crazy !

Suddenly, a pair of arms held him down, and he felt something being shoved into his arm. A few moments later, the pain disappeared and he was laid back on the bed. Hanatarou was still hyperventilating as the other person in the room tried to calm him down. "Calm down !!" He felt another pair of arms joining the ones that were pushing him down on the bed, but he didn't cease. The same voice as before screamed at him, telling him to lie still and allow him to treat him, but Hanatarou didn't stop until another voice spoke "Hanatarou. Breathe." The smooth voice of Kuchiki Byakuya. Hanatarou's breath got stuck in his throat and his vision was getting clearer. As soon as he had calmed down, Hanatarou curled up in a small ball and kept on crying.

The other person in the room approached Hanatarou, but he crept away, his breath immediately hitching again. "Kuchiki-sama, he is suffering from a concussion, he might have some memory loss, and he is not reasonable at the moment, we will have to force him down to be able to treat him." A smooth voice replied. "Let me do it." At the sound of Byakuya's voice, Hanatrou calmed down somewhat, nonetheless he still made a startled jump when Byakuya's hands touched the open wound on his throat. "Hanatarou, you are losing too much blood, let us treat you or I will be forced to knock you unconscious." Hanatarou cringed at the angry tone, but his head felt heavy, and he felt really dizzy, so he gave in, letting the soft hands smear some sort of cream on his wound. The soft voice murmured in his ear, and soon Hanatarou slipped into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he was once again in the room of the feared 6th division captain. Hanatarou felt better. His body was still sore, but his wounds hadn't ripped open again, and his vision was clear. He tried to get up, and this time he succeeded, although he got a huge headache as soon as he lifted his head from his pillow. Hanatarou tried to recall what had happened, but nothing came to his mind. Suddenly his mind clicked. He was in the 6th division captain's bedroom, almost naked, with a sore butt slash body. It had happened again. Hanatarou sucked in a shocked breath and rested his head in his hands.

From the way his body was aching, he assumed the captain had been very rough. There were various cuts on his body, and bruises were scattered all over his body. He had been raped. Again. Brutally raped. And by a captain of all people !! He tried to remember what had happened. He remembered eating dinner together, and falling asleep. Then…. Then what ? …. Hanatarou clamped his eyes shut in an attempt to remember. A horrible memory was the result. Hanatarou let out a gasp at the memory of a blade pressed firmly against his throat, his leg pinned to the ground with a sharp object and a searing pain in his ass. He remembered hands, hands everywhere. So much pain!

Hanatarou gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling it hard in an attempt to get rid of the horrible memories. After a small moment he stood up shakily, almost falling when the pain in his legs made him fall over. He steadied himself against the wall and attempted to catch his breath. His leg was burning, and he could see blood seeping into the bandages around his leg. How had that happened ? How long had he been out ? Judging from his injuries it had either happened recently, or frequently. He hoped fervently it wasn't the latter. He took a few wobbly steps to the door, only to trip over his own feet and slump against the door like a ragdoll.

"I need…to get out of here…" He needed to go back to Unohana-taicho. She was kind, she would protect him. In his desperation he ran his nails over the hard wood of the door, crying again as his nails broke off and his fingertips started to bleed. He didn't want it to happen again. It hurt so much ! As he scratched the skin from his fingers, another memory entered his mind. "Hanatarou. Breathe." His breath hitched as the small fragment of his memory confirmed his suspicion. Kuchiki Byakuya, 6th division captain, raped me. Hanatarou curled up against the door, crying silently, not able to produce sounds.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and it jabbed hard in Hanatarou's side. He let out a gasp, tasting blood on his tongue, and tried to scramble away from the door. "Hanatarou ?" Kuchiki Byakuya. Hanatarou felt the tears streaming faster as he desperately tried to get away from the door, dragging his leg behind him, leaving a smudgy trail over the floor. He tried to scream, but his throat burned and all that came out was a small squeal of pain. He dragged himself over the floor, trying to ignore the pain in his leg, but failing miserably. Suddenly, two very warm arms wrapped around his waist and carefully hoisted him up. Hanatarou tried to struggle, but before he could even lift his arms to try and wriggle free, he was laid down on the bed, a body hanging over him.

It was then that he managed to speak coherent words. It sounded hushed, as if he was whispering through a bad telephone while having a cold. It also sounded desperate, and was filled with quiet sobs. "P-please, do… don't rape me again. Please." Hanatarou knew it was probably useless to beg, but he couldn't help it. He would die if things kept going on like this. Byakuya looked as if he had been slapped in the face with a fish, dumbfounded at Hanatarou's desperate plea. Hanatarou cringed as he saw the look on Byakuya's face. He started shivering. He was afraid of this man, he couldn't read his expression properly. Was it rage ? Sadness ? Disbelief ?

"Hanatarou…" Suddenly Byakuya grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. "What are you talking about ?! Huh ?! What are you talking about ?!!" Byakuya looked utterly desperate, his eyes widened in shock, but Hanatarou was too busy screaming. Even though his throat felt as if it was torn apart, he couldn't stop screaming and thrashing as the man above him pushed him down on the bed, forcing himself on him. "NO NO NO N O NO NOOO NO !!!" Hanatarou's screams ceased, and he passed out. Right before his world turned black, he felt like letting out a sigh of relief.

Rape didn't hurt that much when you were unconscious.

Byakuya's POV

When he approached the dungeon, he spotted Renij guarding the door. Byakuya was sure that that was not Renji's intention at all. "Kuchiki." No honorific or tiacho. Obviously, Renji wanted an explanation. Byakuya ignored him and reached for the door behind his vice-captains back, only to be pushed away. "Kuchiki-sama, I am not letting you in here until I know what you will do to them." Byakuya's reiatsu spiked and he pushed Renji against the wall, not noticing the small crunch when he started hissing at his subordinate. "Renji, shut up. Shut up and do as you are told or I will crush you."

He was met by silence, Renji was limp and he had a wound on his head. Byakuya couldn't feel guilty, well, not yet. He let Renji go, and the body fell to the ground with a loud thud. For a moment, Byakuya feared that he might have killed Renji, but a whimper of pain proved him wrong. He left his Vice-captain in the corridor, still boiling with anger, and kicked the prison door open. At the sight of the filthy rapists, Byakuya clenched his teeth, and tried to stop himself from killing them on the spot. "Do you know what you did ?" His voice sounded more controlled than he felt, his head was pounding and his vision was turning a slight color of red.

He released his reiatsu even more, and to his satisfaction, some of them fell down to the ground, panting and shivering. They disgusted him. The didn't even deserve to be called human. Even a hollow was more human !

Some of them were still not properly clothed and only had a pair of ripped pants to cover them from the stone floor. He received no answer from the men, who gave him a slightly panicked look. He grabbed one man's head and smashed it into the wall, hearing a small crack when the mans nose broke. He made sure this one would still be conscious. Torture was worse than death. "No answer ? Do I have to keep hitting and torturing you until you answer huh ?" He grinded the mans face against the rough stone wall, seeing a smudge of blood appearing. "At a second thought, it's more fun to torture you than to get answers."

The man started sobbing and Byakuya turned him around only to kick him hard in the chest. "You had no problems torturing someone else did you ? Then you should have no problems with being tortured !" He kicked again and again, until the shivering man started coughing up blood. He grabbed the man by his arms only to throw him on the ground, feeling disgusted with the idea that this man was supposed to be a death god. He walked into the corridor, ignoring the small pang of guilt when he saw Renji, and grabbed some ropes. He'd make them suffer. When he re-entered the prison, one of the Shinigami had found something that resembled a broken tile, and was trying to use it as a weapon by swinging it at Byakuya's head.

Byakuya almost laughed at the pitiful attempt and broke the shinigami's wrist, making him drop the tile. He turned to the other men and tied their hands behind their backs before turning to the man that had assaulted him. He grabbed the rope and tied it around the mans wrists and throat very tightly. He took in a long teasing breath when he heard the man gasp for air and laughed as he pulled the rope even tighter. One of the other Shinigami started screaming at Byakuya, pushing himself against the wall as if wanting to merge with it. "Y-you are C-CRAZY ! S-s-stop it now ! We- we were ju-just play-playing…" His knees stopped working and the Shinigami fell to the ground, sobbing again. " No no no no please no no no ! S-s-s-spare me!"

Byakuya tied the rope he held to a ring in the ceiling, forcing the roped one to stand on his toes to avoid being choked. Byakuya grasped Senbonzakura and walked up to the sobbing man scrambled away in the corner. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it back roughly, forcing the sobbing and screaming man to look at him. The sobbing was very annoying to Byakuya's opinion, so he slammed the man's face into the wall. "Shut up." The man only cried louder and tried to release himself from Byakuya's grip, shivering uncontrollably and tears streaming over his cheeks.

Byakuya felt more powerful than he had felt in his entire life. He let out every single frustration he had had in his life, the screams sounding like a sweet melody. Somewhere he knew this wasn't right. Kenpachi was probably rubbing off on him. He pushed Senbonzakura in the mans lower abdomen and began to slice the man up from belly to throat. "Like a fish." He muttered softly as the man's guts began to fall out. It wasn't satisfying enough to just watch though. He tightened his grip on the mans head and slammed it again against the wall. And again, and again, and again, until the skull in his hand let out a sickening crunch and the insides spilled out from the eyes.

He dropped the corpse and kicked it in the direction of the only man left unscathed. The man didn't even react when the bloody mess hit his face. He stared off into the distance, his jaw trembling and his hands twitching. Byakuya came to a halt right in front of the man, snapping his fingers in front of his eyes. "Shock." Byakuya felt his loathing for these men increasing. They did something similar didn't they ? They raped a young boy, more than once, they hit him, kicked him, and tried to kill him ! And now this guy just went into shock at the sight of a corpse ?

Byakuya couldn't hold in his anger, and he thrust his hand through the trembling man's eye socket, through the eye and the brain, dropping Senbonzakura to the ground. He grit his teeth as he started kicking the two corpses in front of him. He slashed Senbonzakura through them, not even seeing the mess he was creating while he cut through the defenceless flesh. Byakuya was out of breath when he stopped, the two corpses unrecognizably mangled, nothing more than heaps of flesh and bone. The silence was only broken by Byakuya's ragged breaths and the pained gasps from the man being strangled.

Byakuya's fit of rage was over. He bowed down to retrieve Senbonzakura, and cleaned it's blade on his haori. He walked out of the room, leaving the other man to tiptoe for his life. Once he was outside of the room he felt his knees buckling and he steadied himself against the wall, feeling a tear running over his cheek, leaving a clear trial on his face, that was stained with blood. He shook his head, trying to get rid of his nausea, and composed himself.

He straightened his pose and turned to his Vice-Captain, feeling a bit guilty when he saw the blood dripping from the wounds on Renji's head. He didn't trust his body at the moment, so he called a servant. This time, he found no surprise in the terrified servants that kept their eyes to the ground as if talking to a demon. He swayed down the hall and entered his room, not bothering to clean himself up.

He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Call me crazy, but I like writing torture/killing scenes. I feel like I'm not putting in enough details, but I cannot judge that properly. Also, I made a little mistake in this story (not a spelling mistake, I have dozens of those) Can you find it ? If you do find it, I'll write a one-shot for you okay ?

I think I should have named the nameless rapists, this way it's a bit unclear who I'm talking about. Or can you prove me wrong ?

Next update on Friday (It's a promise)

~Lanny