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"Masuyo told us our zanpakutō are both ice elements, so our child must be a very powerful ice user as well," Rukia continued her story.

"He wanted you to breed like animals," Unohana stated, her eyes falling down.

"We refused at first," Toushiro intervened after seeing the distressed expression on Rukia's face. Her tiny hands clenched into fists and trembled. Her violet eyes darkened. Toushiro held a fist in his own hands, rubbing them until they smoothed out.

Day One

"You want us to what?" Rukia heard Captain Hitsugaya growl.

Rukia couldn't move her body, it grew stiff and tense. Her lungs contracted, the air left her body, sucked out like a vacuum. Create…a child? She and Captain Hitsugaya? That's absurd! Inhumane! Rukia was born a warrior, not a baby-maker!

"I want you to give me a child of ice," Masuyo repeated. "It's easy, just fuck her, get her pregnant, and give me the baby! I'll even let you guys go afterwards! Think of it as a "Free, get out of parenting" card."

"You sick bastard," Captain Hitsugaya growled.

Something snapped inside of Rukia. The adrenaline kicked through her veins once more as she felt her heart racing. With her sudden strength, she knocked the metal helmet off her head and shook off some of the wires connecting her body to the machine.

"You think because I'm a woman, all it takes is my consent and men will fuck me?" Rukia hissed at the man. "You're wrong. In order to build a strong and successful, intimate relationship, consent from both parties is necessary."

"Consent?" Masuyo waved his hand towards one of the nearby reapers in a lab coat. "Trivial matters, honestly. Besides, he's a man, isn't he? Shouldn't all men want sex?"

"You're wrong!" Rukia screamed, protesting against the arms holding her body back down. "Without consent, without permission, no one should ever touch another person! You can't just fuck another person unless given permission from both parties!"

Her throat dried out from her screams. No man acts the same. Not every man demands for sex. Not every man will enjoy sex, nor want it. No man should ever be raped, the same as a woman. It's basic human decency, keep your hands to yourself. If a person tells you 'no', don't fucking touch them! It's that fucking simple!

"Enough with the moralities already!" Masuyo punched Rukia's stomach hard enough to send her into a coughing fit. "All you're doing is making a baby. The sooner you comply, the sooner you can go back to your lives!"

"You're disgusting!" Rukia coughed. She wouldn't give up. Giving up meant defeat, and she refused to stop fighting against the bastard. "Even if I did consent to this, I would never give my child to you! Because it's my child! I would never subject an innocent baby to something as immoral as this!"

Masuyo appeared aggravated with the petite soul reaper. His hands fisted tightly and his jaw clamped shut. "How dare you speak to me like that! Aya! Emi!" He barked. Two female soul reapers dressed in white lab coats stepped forward into view. "Emi, take Captain Hitsugaya back to his cell. Aya, take the woman downstairs, I need to teach her a lesson about respect and obedience."

The burning sensation on her back intensified with every crack of the whip. Rukia dug her nails into the skin of her palms; teeth clenching into lips until they bled, to prevent her from crying out. Warm liquid dripped down the curves of her back, seeping into her pants, soaking them in crimson blood.

"Your worthless, soul reaper," another crack against her skin, "no man's ever going to want your pathetic body after I'm through with you."

Rukia grunted in pain as the whip attacked her backside. Tears pricked violet eyes, but refused to fall. The smell of copper infiltrated her nose, almost sickening.

"You say I can't break what's already broken?" Masuyo's voice echoed right behind her. She could feel his disgustingly warm breath on her neck. "Well, sweetheart, I'd like you to prove me wrong."

Rukia couldn't feel anything beyond that point. Just numbness. She didn't feel the chains releasing its hold on her wrists, nor the hands dragging her unconscious body away from the torment.

Rukia never believed in any "God" or entity that governed over everything that lived. After all, would a "God" who loved their people so much, subject their followers to something so tragic? She lived in the after-life for pete's sake! She knew no "God" existed. For a brief moment, she wondered how long she and Captain Hitsugaya would hold out before Masuyo either snapped and killed them, or gave up.

The sound of metal rubbing against metal brought Rukia back to her senses. She pulled together enough strength to open her eyes. Captain Hitsugaya sat up quickly from his rest on the double sized bed. His bright, teal eyes watched her closely. Was it just her…or was the floor growing closer?

"Kuchiki!" Warm arms wrapped around her waist, but whoever caught her hasn't seen her wounded back, for she cried out in pain at the contact. "Shit."

"Tch," A cold voice cracked from the doorway. "Clean yourself up, trash."

A clanking sound and the screeching of metal against metal burned Rukia's ears. Pain everywhere. She felt herself lifted in the air for a brief moment, before landing on a soft, cushiony mattress. Peeking her eyes open, she observed Hitsugaya pick up whatever Masuyo had thrown on the floor, and set them on a nightstand.

"W-here—" Rukia choked on air for a moment and threw herself into a coughing fit before she could breath again. "Where are we?"

Hitsugaya glanced around before resting his eyes on her bleeding form; he laid her on her stomach so her back endured no pain. A double sized bed sat in the middle of the cell, with plush pillows and thick blankets. Sure, the concrete-built walls smelt of dirty rain water, but the furniture… "In what he considers a 'cell'."

Rukia ran her fingers through the fabric. "Its soft…"

Hitsugaya sighed. "To put it simply, he wants us to 'mate—'" He flinched at his own words. "—I guess he wants us to be comfortable if we do."

Rukia, half-conscious, thanked Hitsugaya for saying "if" instead of "when". She refused to be a part of a mating scheme to please this man's hunger for knowledge.

"I'm sorry," She muttered, aware of the blank stare she received. "I should've…fought harder—"

"Be quiet, Kuchiki," Hitsugaya ordered. He reached for what appeared like bandages or gauze, and some kind of ointment? "I've learned something." He unscrewed the ointment, setting it aside to prepare strips of gauze. "After he captured us, he confiscated our zanpakutō and blocked our spiritual pressure with these—," He brushed away a lock of white, revealing a small device attached to his neck, right below his right ear. A green light blinked in the center of the silver object. From what Rukia could see, its been surgically imbedded in his skin, making it almost impossible to remove without damaging the nerves, veins, or major arteries. "You have one, too."

"It blocks our spiritual pressure?" She asked.

Hitsugaya nodded. "I can't perform kido, nor can I sense any power from you."

Rukia closed her eyes, too exhausted to keep fighting consciousness. For a minute she thought she had fallen asleep, but then a burning sensation grew from her back. She hissed in pain, grunting down her screams and cries.

"I'm sorry," Hitsugaya's voice sounded muffled, "I need to clean and wrap them before they cause any more damage. Try to fight through it, I won't have you dying on me from of a measly infection."

Rukia nodded, digging her face into the plush pillow, pulling a mouthful of fabric between her teeth and biting down.

White eyebrows narrowed in concentration. Fingers dipped into the ointment before smearing the cream over bleeding whiplashes. Rukia's body shook under his touch, flinching at every contact. Guilt ate his insides. Rukia defended him because she knew he wouldn't consent just because he's a man, even at the cost of her own life.

Once enough ointment covered her wounds, Toushiro proceeded to wrap her back in gauze. When he finished attending to her injuries, the ice captain lifted her body up to place her underneath the blankets, double checking her bandages.

"Thank you, Captain Hitsugaya," her words mumbled, but he understood.

"You can drop the 'captain' title," Toushiro laid down beside her, at least two feet space between them. "We're going to be here for a long while, no one else is around. No point in keeping titles and authority."

Rukia blinked at him, her violet eyes shining brightly against the moonlight shining through the one window. "Thank you, Hitsugaya."

Toushiro would never admit it, but he liked hearing the petite soul reaper regard him informally.

Day Two

When Toushiro woke he concluded the sun rose hours ago from its current position high above the sky. Sitting up, he glanced around the room Masuyo placed him in. Everything seemed normal, despite concrete walls and a steel door. His chest plummeted in disappointment.

"Its about time you woke up," a soft voice caused him to jump. He twisted his body around, and met the eyes of Rukia Kuchiki. "Did I scare you?"

"I hoped it was a dream," He answered truthfully. "How's your back?"

"Sore," she replied. "The ointment sure helped, but it still hurts."

Toushiro stretched his arms above his head, hearing his joints pop and crack. "I'll change them quick."

Rukia nodded. "I've slept the whole night on my stomach, if I didn't have arthritis before, I will soon."

Toushiro lifted the corners of his mouth in amusement. Ironically, she sounded witty and comical, even though the two found themselves stuck in the worst situation possible. Toushiro changed the bandages like he stated, tossing the old ones in a trash bin located by the door. "Do you think he'll try again today?"

"Hopefully not, even if he did succeed in gaining our consent," Rukia inhaled deeply, "we wouldn't be able to do anything with my back in bad shape."

Toushiro couldn't agree more.

"This sucks," Rukia stuffed her head in the pillow. Her next words sounded muffled. "My back hurts, I'm hungry, I'm tired, I hate this place. This sucks~."

Toushiro actually smiled at that. The way she uttered it amused him.

Moments later, a little door opened up from the bottom of the steel door, and a tray with two plates of food slid in the cell. "Eat," an order sounded from the other side.

"Thanks," Toushiro muttered blankly, standing up from the bed to grab the tray. Oatmeal, fruit, muffins, toast, and orange juice arranged neatly on two plates. "Either Masuyo genuinely cares about our health, or he's a bigger suck-up than I imagined."

Rukia laughed. Thin arms moved to push herself up. Toushiro set the tray down and quickly ran to her side. "You moron, at least ask for help," Rukia rolled her eyes, allowing Toushiro to help her sit up.

"I'm starving," Rukia pulled a plate closer to herself and dug in. Toushiro shook his white-haired head, sat down beside her, and started eating.

Minutes flew by in silence. The only sounds were the clanking of metal against porcelain and the munching of food between rows of teeth. Toushiro glanced at the soul reaper next to him. He never would have imagined Rukia, of all people, to act as his cell-mate. Co-prisoner. It sucked. He wasn't able to use any of his spiritual energy to contact for help, nor a way to break out of this building, wherever they were.

It didn't help to have no idea where his zanpakutō could be.

"Hey, Captain Hitsugaya?" Rukia broke him of this thoughts.

"What did I say about titles?"

"Oops, sorry," she apologized, "I was wondering…if you think the others, the other soul reapers, know where we are."

Toushiro lowered his glass of juice. "I don't, but that doesn't mean they're not looking for us. If I know my lieutenant, she'll never give up searching for me. Plus, there's Abarai and your brother, those two wouldn't give up searching until they're dead and Ichigo…," He shivered at the thought.

"I get your point," Rukia smiled. "Hitsugaya?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm glad…to be trapped here with you…," Rukia's violet eyes met his teal orbs. "I'd rather be with you than alone."

Toushiro blinked, then his eyes softened. "I'm glad it's you, too."

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