Chapter 5

The worst things in life come free to us~ Ed Sheeran- The A Team

Byakuya Kuchiki's jaw ticked as the door to his office swung open and slammed against the wall.

He didn't even bother to look up from the report his lieutenant gave him for finishing off, only one person could be so brash and uncouth enough to bypass simple courtesy when it came to him and it was the Captain of Squad 11, Kenpachi Zaraki.

Of all the squads, Squad 6 and Squad 11 were in charge of the investigation of Nel's kidnapping.

Only the Big Guy above could fathom why the Chief Superintendent put those two squads together- the captains absolutely loathed each other.

Kenpachi Zaraki and Byakuya Kuchiki's feuding went way back to their childhood days, but when it came down to it they themselves would have to admit that they do great work together.

He ignored the other man as he walked over to his desk and even when he slammed a manila folder down over his report.

"Good morning Princess Kuchiki"

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

"Ohayo gozaimasu Zaraki-Keibu, what brings you here to my office? Unless you are direction impaired I do recall Squad 11 being on the other side of the department."

"Snarky lil princess aren't ya? Did they forget the milk in your tea or something?In case you've forgotten, we're working on a very important case together and I just happened to be strolling by Squad 11 and bumped into Mayuri and he gave me this, it's got all the DNA sample results they could find on Nel-chan. He said you'd be quite interested to see who they match up with."

At this he picked up the folder, reading through the first few pages. His eyebrows raised-the most of a sign of surprise that anyone would ever get from him. He closed the folder and finally looked at the brute Captain in front of him.

"Have you read this Zaraki-Keibu?"

The other Captain snorted. "The fuck am I reading it for? All you'd do is argue 'gainst everything I say and tell me what your spidey senses are telling you. What's in it?"

"Nothing"

"What'dya mean nothing? According to Retsu there were tons of sperm samples-"

Byakuya fought the urge to roll his eyes and said, "Let's go back to high school biology my asinine partner. How long can sperm live for outside the male body unless fertilization takes place?"

"I dunno Prof, you tell me"

"A minimum of a few hours. Once in the vaginal tract, they can live for up to five days. And for fertilization to take place, at least 24 hours. According to this file the samples were about 5 days old. Which means that they're no good."

"Well fuck. Dead end again."

"Not quite. What do you know of saliva samples Captain?"

"Not much, take me back to school once more, oh Great One." he said, sarcasm dripping heavily in his sentence.

"Saliva can last for up to 15 days in the right conditions. If you read the file you'd see that there were saliva and hair samples found as well. Hair samples can last for a very long time. Now look at the DNA match up with the saliva."

Kenpachi peered over the desk and read the file. A feral grin slowly spread across his face and he barked a laugh.

"Well Kuchiki, looks like our little friend is getting sloppy isn't he?"

"It would seem that we're agreeing on something for once Zaraki-Keibu"

Nel found Unohana-sensei's office to be too neat.

Well, too neat for someone in charge of all the patients and doctors in this establishment. There were neatly stacked bookshelves and file cabinets placed around the room, the usual charts and diagrams of the body and the rare personal photo on her desk. She was sat in a wheelchair, with her brother beside her waiting for Unohana to come in. This was supposedly her first counselling session, where they would talk about what she could remember and help her regain memories to what she couldn't. She begged Ichigo to come along for support and she knew he wouldn't have it in him to tell her no.

Not long after they were directed to the office by a blushing Inoue, Ichigo had passed out asleep, and Nel didn't bother to wake him. She knew he was busy working as a police officer and she was proud of him. Ichi-nii her protector, protecting other people. It made her smile just thinking about it.

So whilst Ichigo snored away, she thought about that man that she saw three days prior to now. She didn't talk about it with Ichigo, although she knew that the mysterious man was somehow very important to her, which was why she wanted to try and remember him on her own. Which was why she was sat here waiting for the doctor.

The door behind her opened and she turned, accidentally jarring Ichigo who jumped awake. Doctor Unohana came in and shut the door. She smiled at the two siblings.

"Shall we begin then?"

After getting kicked out of bed (literally) by his foster mom, he was forced to shower, shave and clean his flat of the bottles and rubbish. Then he reluctantly led her to his shed of drugs where she cleared everything, leaving just the ratted sofa and stereo. Somehow Yoruichi managed to make him feel like a teen again and he found himself mumbling throughout it all.

Currently, they were back in his apartment , him on the floor and Yoruichi brushing his hair.

"Why the hell is your hair so long anyways? What are ya, a girl?" she asked idly, although she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

"Shut up Cat Bitch," then after a pause he said "She said she liked it long"

She huffed in amusement, "Wow. Yer whipped."

"Shut the fuck up"

He didn't need to look back at her to know she was grinning.

"You'd do everything for this girl, it scares me a bit actually. And you've only kissed her like what? Never?"

"Once"

The brushing stopped. "Oh? You tell me about every sexual conquest you've had and when it comes to you kissing Nel of all people you tell me nothing? When did it happen? Was it good? Was there tongue-"

"Stop it you hentai! It was short, and there wasn't any tongue friggin pervert"

"When did it happen?"

He sighed and stared down at the floor.

"The day before she got kidnapped."

There was a long silence, and then the brushing resumed.

He felt the brushing stop once more, and then soft tugging which told him that she was plaiting his hair.

"Do you still love her?" she finally asked.

He waited until he felt the end of his hair being put in a tie then turned to face her.

"Who said I ever stopped?"