"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." I replied.
Urahara took his cane and flipped it upside down to view the bottom. He took off what seemed like a plastic cap, and then flipped the cane again to its usual position.
My eyes flickered to Hitsugaya—who was standing beside me with his attention also directed toward the striped hatted individual. He seemed slightly on edge, but if I let myself become influenced by that then this whole extraction could turn into even more or an ordeal.
"Okay Kiteyama-san; hold still." Urahara grinned.
I clenched my fists and nodded determinedly at the man. He rose his cane to my forehead, and pushed the skull painted bottom into me. I scrunched my eyes shut and held my breath in anticipation for this separation.
It felt like a dream. It happened in mere seconds, but it felt as if time stood completely still. It was as if I were running and suddenly jumped off a cliff; my heart racing as the empty feeling of falling engulfed me. Something held me as a voice called out to me.
"Finally—you've returned."
"Who…who said that?"
As soon as I said those words, it was as if someone stabbed through my skull with a screwdriver. Saying that I had a splitting headache was the biggest fucking understatement of the century.
I lurched out of whoever's grasp to my knees on the floor; holding my head as I clenched my teeth and weakly stifled my own grunting and screaming.
My eyes snapped open; the high-pitched ringing fading and Hitsugaya's worried calls trickling in. I blinked, looking around like it was the first time I'd seen the light of day. My eyes remained open but my vision blurred as all the colors in the room meshed into one.
"Come; take my sorrow, and let the pain I've endured for these past years begin to consume you,"
-x-x-
-One Hour Earlier-
"At that point Hitsugaya came in, and then I shortly after passed out for the obvious reason." I motioned to the orange field covering my backside.
Hitsugaya, Urahara, Orihime, Kurosaki, and Tessai all sat spaced around me as I retold my part of what happened. Several hours had past, and it was finally time for everyone to be up to speed about the situation—primarily me more than anyone.
Hitsugaya had let me cry myself out of my earlier emotionally drunken state. The sun had gone down, and the two of us just sat there on that bench until I was able to pull myself together at least a little bit. I don't think I'll ever be able to fully be over what happened, and I don't think that I'll be able to cope with it by myself at night for at least a few months, but the memory of Hitsugaya holding me...at the very least that will be able to get me through the daylight hours.
Speaking of which—I couldn't look him in the eye now. I was so embarrassed by my emotional breakdown that I couldn't bring myself to look at him at all. He stood up against the wall to my right—a good amount of space in between us—and I avoided him like the plague. Call it childish, but my pride that I'd built up over the years has almost completely been demolished to the last few bricks within the timespan of eight days. Granted I was out cold for a few of them, but that didn't change anything. How was I supposed to face him now?
"Okaa-san's gonna make it all better, Nee-chan!" Kazui—who was currently sitting on my lap by the way—clapped before grinning up at me.
I looked down at the gaki trying my utmost not to scowl at his presence when Urahara squatted down in front of us to interrupt the stare down. He presented the gaki a blue and green swirled-lollipop, and Kazui grinned ecstatically before thanking him and shoving the entire thing in his mouth.
"Things on our end were on the grim side as well," he began. "Once Kurosaki-san and myself cleared the Hollows in the room all three of us were in, the only thing that remained in that room were the corpses of the handlers they mauled." He frowned. My mouth formed a hard line at the news as well, but before I could say anything he continued.
"When we noticed you were gone, Kurosaki-san and I started looking for you, and ended up bumping into Hitsugaya-Taichou. The three of us decided to split up for the search, and whoever found you first would raise their reiatsu to signal the others. While we were searching, I stumbled across a hidden room not too far off from where we were. Normally, it'd be a little much to have a hidden room inside of a place already hidden away underground, but in this situation it made perfect sense." He got up and walked back toward the table in the center of the room, and sat down to take a sip of his tea.
He put down the tea cup and stared into the steaming cup as he continued. "This was where our knowledgeable friend has one of his laboratories."
For some reason, I'd always banked on the thought that the person who actually kidnapped me from the Soul Society wasn't in the same vicinity as I was. I was moreover under the assumption that since I was able to live in my own apartment that maybe he didn't know what was going on with me. If he'd wanted me that bad for whatever reason, wouldn't he have completely confined me rather than let me have the miniscule freedom?
"I went inside to check it out, but by that time, Hitsugaya-Taichou signaled he found you, and I knew that I didn't have very long. I did however manage to grab a few documents hanging from the walls that caught my interest." Urahara looked up at Tessai, and the apron-wearing muscle man walked over to me with a manila folder in his hand.
I scooted Kazui slightly out of the way, and opened the folder next to me on the floor. The same picture of myself that Urahara and Hitsugaya showed me previously stared right back at me as soon as I'd opened it; I shuffled past it and through the pages to see that they were all pictures of different women. Each picture aside from my own had a small, red 'x' at the bottom in the middle…could that mean—
"Recognize any of them?" Urahara asked.
I took another look at them; taking in each woman's features before flipping to the next. Nothing in my memory banks raised a red flag on anything of them, but I felt as if it should've.
"No, I don't recognize any of them other than myself, but then again, I never really paid attention to the other women." I answered.
"I see; that's unfortunate." He paused to take another sip before continuing. "If you'll take a closer look, you'll see that all of these woman have one thing in common when these photos were taken—their clothes. You haven't been around them too much yet yourself, but the collar at the base of their necks are all identical; all of them are Shinigami regulation shihakushou uniforms. Once you've graduated the academy and you're assigned to a Squad within the Gotei 13, you are given a rank based on your initial performance, and a mandatory photo I.D. is taken to be stored permanently with your record. The document with your information that you saw the other day is the front page of your record."
"I see," I stared into the brown eyes of one of the women as I processed his statement. "At least we know it wasn't just me specifically our adversary was and/or is after. Have you looked into any of the records of these women? Have these been sent over to the Seireitei?" I asked.
"They have, and are currently being researched as we speak," Urahara answered. "One can only hope that these others are still alive." He moreover said to himself.
I took a moment to process what they'd just told me. If what Hitsugaya said was true about no Arrancar activity, then that must mean...
"I think I was the last one," I mumbled.
"Beg your pardon, Kiteyama-san?"
"I think I'm the last one that was taken." I repeated. "Hitsugaya said that there hadn't been any Arrancar activity since my abduction five years ago; that leads me to believe that I was the last one within the Soul Society that they took hostage. Unless these women were all miraculously here in the World of the Living over the past five years, it would make more sense that he collected them prior to myself—doesn't it?" I explained. Thinking about that fact made me feel sorry for the other women; these past five years were horrendous enough—longer than that? Just shoot me.
"You make a good point, Kiteyama-san," Orihime piped up as she crept toward me to inspect my wound.
I had to take off my corset so that she could have better access to the wound. It made perfect sense and was unavoidable, but it left me extremely uncomfortable and nerve-wracked that the area it was meant to cover might be partially exposed. I was still wearing a shirt and was covered, but still.
The cat I once thought was feral leapt down to the floor from its perch on the windowsill; strutting its way over to me slickly and rubbing itself against me. I think it was able to sense my extreme discomfort about the corset situation, along with the entire situation. I pet the cat as it nuzzled its face into my palm, and watched as Kazui repetitively pet it from the neck down in a speedy motion—the cat seemed unfazed.
"You're probably right; I haven't sensed any type of abnormal reiatsu around here since just recently," Kurosaki added in.
"Although that's true, I'm starting to think that it isn't an Arrancar we're still dealing with here," Hitsugaya chimed in.
I intensely focused on the cat the minute he spoke—the cat stared back into me with the same intensity.
"What are you implying?" Urahara questioned.
"While reiatsu scans alerted us of the recent Arrancar activity here in the World of the Living—along with this current situation validating the reading—I don't think it's the only element we're dealing with any longer. Whether it's a Shinigami, Quincy, or what have you, there has to be someone else helping pull the strings; this is far beyond the capacity of what one person alone can accomplish. The day Kiteyama was taken, they had to have known just how many members along with their ranks would be dispatched; if there was a Taichou sent, it would've been over. There had to be some type of intel." He explained.
"Another valid point," Urahara smirked.
"No matter what this person is, it doesn't change the fact that we've got to figure out a way to find him and these other women he's taken," Kurosaki added.
"How do you know they're even still alive?" I questioned. "What if the red 'x' on their pictures mean they're deceased? I can't think of any other reason why there'd be an 'x' on them."
"I can think of a few, but there isn't any way to know for certain until we delve further into this situation." Urahara shrugged.
"So what's the plan?" I asked.
"Right now, it's for you to finish healing, and then for the two of us to return to the Seireitei. The Soutaichou needs to be fully informed, and then we'll reassess the situation based on his command." Hitsugaya answered. "Regardless of your freedom from the tracker bracelet, it still isn't safe here—the sooner we can get going the better."
"Gotcha." I answered.
The room grew quiet, and the cat next to me sat down and looked around the room. Kazui was leaned back into me as he sucked his lollipop, and I stared off into space in thought.
The way things were going, I had a feeling Hitsugaya wasn't that far off with his perception of it. If this entity was able to pull off abducting Shinigami and building an illegal organization in the World of the Living, we weren't dealing with an amateur. I can see the reasoning of becoming prosperous in one of the worlds as a good incentive, but if that were the case, why kidnap Shinigami? What was the reasoning behind utilizing female Shinigami at all?
I felt a pair of eyes on me, and looked down to see Kazui staring up at me with drool and a huge grin on his face. I took a deep breath and settled for a small smirk before poking the gaki in the stomach.
"Your wound is just about sealed now, Kiteyama-san," Orihime smiled as her fairy-like creatures reverted back into their hairpin form. Kazui giggled and thrashed around from my poking while his mother spoke, and I took the opportunity to get him off me and set him to the side of me.
"Fancy that," I smirked; touching the previously wounded area with my fingertips. "Tessai, where did you say you left my stuff?" I asked.
"Right in the other room," he pointed.
"Thanks; I think now's a good time for a cigarette break. I'm assuming I'm going to officially ditch the gigai now that I've healed—right?"
"That's right—I can't wait to see your reaction," Urahara grinned.
"Yeah, same." I replied.
I made my way back toward the room, taking extra precaution to not make eye contact with Hitsugaya. Once I retrieved my cigarettes and made my way outside, I sat on the porch and stared up into the night sky decorated with faint stars here and there.
I hated to admit that I was scared. While getting out of this terrible situation was an improvement in my overall life, I didn't know just what to expect from the Soul Society. How would they view me? What would they want to do about the situation? Where would I end up? Would they assign someone other than Hitsugaya to this task? The questions racing back and forth through my mind made my head start to hurt.
"You shouldn't be so nervous," a male voice told me.
I jerked from the surprise, and my head snapped to the source of the noise. The black cat had crept next to me without my noticing; sitting and staring up into the night sky as I was two seconds ago. I narrowed my eyes at him, triple checking that I wasn't just imagining things when the cat himself proved it.
"Yes, I can talk—you aren't going crazy." He responded to my gaze drilling a hole into the side of his face.
My initial surprised expression quickly turned to a sarcastic smirking one as I took a drag.
"You know, with all this I wouldn't be surprised if I was crazy—like, psych-ward crazy. Shit, that'd be the day," I chortle-scoffed.
"Well, let's hope for your sake we get this situation handled before that happens," the cat broke eye contact to follow the smoke I blew out into the air.
"Yeah, let's hope." I took a deep breath. "I'm sure you already know my name, but for the sake of proper etiquette, I'm Kiteyama Akinoyo—nice to meet you."
"Shihouin Yoruichi; a pleasure,"
"Ditto." I turned back forward to look up at the night sky. "So; are you here for some fresh air, or was there another motive for you to join me?" I asked.
"Urahara was right—you're quite the straight forward one."
My smirk only intensified. "Well I wouldn't want to make him a liar now would I?" I flicked the fag end of the cigarette; Shihouin's eyes watching as the ash fluttered toward the ground.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't." If a cat could smirk, I'd bet money this one was. "You're correct however, I came to talk to you about that corset of yours." He continued.
I unintentionally stiffened, and he picked up on it even without the use of his heightened senses.
"I waited and followed you out here for that very reason," he looked me over. "You're clearly uncomfortable without it on, and so it only makes sense that you wouldn't be comfortable discussing it in front of the rest of them."
"How do you know about that?" I asked lowly as I averted my gaze.
"I was the one that tended to you when Hitsugaya-Taichou brought you back with that stab wound." He replied.
"I see…" I took another drag; purposely taking my time in the completely invalid hope of the situation dissipating the longer I dragged out said drag. I exhaled it out, and flicked it again. "So—since you were there—who's seen it?"
"Just me; I made the others leave since I quickly put two and two together after the first three latches." He promptly answer.
I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding. "Thank you for that."
"No problem."
There was a brief silence, and so I continued the conversation. "So, I'm assuming you want to know about them?"
"I want to know if you received them before, or after your memory loss. This could be crucial as to why these people are after you. Answer me that, and—depending on your answer—I'll let the subject die." He continued.
"Unfortunately I gained this permanent work of art after my memory loss. It would've been a dream if it were before." I took another drag before putting it out under my shoe. "But, it is what it is."
"I see." He paused. "As promised, I'll let the subject drop here. It's unfortunate you have them at all; you have my sympathy."
"Eh, save it—I'm fine. Thanks though." I turned to grace the creature with a small half-smile.
He got up and stretched out; his skin rippling from his front paws back through his raised and pointed tail in a wave-like motion.
"You're welcome," he continued upon returning to his normal standing posture.
He looked up at me; those amber eyes reflecting the faint light emitting from the doors behind us to display an emotion I couldn't make out. Cats always had an undeniable mystery to their gaze; as if they saw something that mere humans wouldn't have the first clue at understanding. I averted my stare back to frontal face; I already had enough with Hitsugaya crossing the gateway into my soul—I didn't need yet another person—or cat—doing it.
"They say that curiosity kills my kind," he said at my evasion. He turned around; that tail of his lightly grazing my bare arm as he walked away from me. "But they also say that the satisfaction always brings us back."
I turned around to see him creep inside through the cracked door as he finished his statement. I looked down at my hands; my own breath visible as I exhaled quietly at my confusion. Just what was he trying to imply?
-x-x-
-Present-
There was a sound. A sound low, yet constant; similar to the consistency of a ticking clock during the night. A dripping noise that made my ears pulsate in unison with it; growing louder and louder as the thumping in my ears irritated more and more. Finally I opened my eyes.
Rippling turquoise was the floor my eyes adjusted to; a faint light illuminating a small circumference around me. My eyes fluttered in an attempt to banish the heaviness, and as my hand rose to aid them, a voice froze me in place.
"So you're awake,"
Her voice sounded surreal; the deeper pitch implying a sense of elegance and etiquette while her carefully pronounced words reflected cunning and craft. She sounded so strong; fearful of nothing—and I envied that cleverly portrayed façade she engraved into me in two seconds flat.
I put my risen hand on the ground beneath me; the water rippling and engulfing my hand in the motion. Somehow my hand met a hard surface—glass maybe? It didn't make sense, and I couldn't see anything aside from the turquoise fading into a dark, murky brown beneath me.
"Rise; take in that which you've destroyed."
I pushed myself up—I couldn't see anything. Aside from the faint light surrounding me, there was nothing except darkness around me. As my head and eyes shifted back and forth, the repetitive dripping became more prominent. I was so confused about what was happening that I didn't know what to do. My head hurt, and all I wanted to do was sleep. But that woman—was she lingering in this darkness?
"Where are you?"
Silence.
"Where am I?" She finally responded.
"Yeah, that's what I asked." I reaffirmed.
She chuckled. Two low, almost sinister sounding chuckles.
"You've rotted more than I anticipated."
'Rotted?'
I sat upright now; looking straight down into that brown murkiness beneath me as the stillness reflecting my face stared back at me.
"What would you know about rotting? You have no right to tell me anything about myself. You don't know who I am; your assumption is based on a guess alone. Quit trying to play mind games and come out into the light!"
I watched as my playful, yet devious face changed into a furrow-browed seriousness. I waited; listening for any movement in concentration. The dripping stopped, and the light began to fade.
"I'm here; as I've always been."
A shadow engulfed me before the light could completely fade. My head snapped back up toward it.
"Open your eyes!" She shouted.
Nothing.
-x-x-
"Kiteyama,"
The feeling of my eyes still moving rampantly under my closed eyelids made me cringe, and the sound of my name made the movement stop.
"Are you awake?"
My breathing felt choked; I stopped entirely in an effort to reset myself into normal breathing. When I finally felt like it was back in the usual rhythm, I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room. I looked to my left to see Hitsugaya sitting propped up against the wall next to me. I was laying on a futon evidently, but something within me felt really off. I was just sleeping yet my body felt weighted and panged with ache.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
I blushed in the realization that I'd been staring at him for several seconds without saying a word. "Kind of," I replied as I promptly looked away from him.
I sat completely upright now, and I proceeded to hunch over with my right arm resting on my raised right leg. I tried cracking my neck to little avail, and settled back again in my leaned position.
"What happened?"
"My head started hurting really bad—the worst head rush I'd ever had in my entire life. Before I could even process I passed out." I explained.
"I see. Separation normally doesn't hurt at all; I'm wondering if it has something to do with the gigai you were in." he crossed his arms.
"Wait a minute,"
I rose my hands and inspected them to find nothing amiss with them, however as I inspected the rest of myself, I found that I now was clothed in a black shihakushou similar Hitsugaya's except without the white haori. As I inspected my torso, I noticed certain parts were slashed and stained in red. It immediately reminded me of that infernal wooden table, and I had look away before letting myself slip into another breakdown in front of Hitsugaya. At my unintentional gulp, Hitsugaya turned his body to face mine.
"Yes, it worked; you are now back in your true form." He beat me to the question. "I'll see to it that you get a new shihakushou when we get to the Seireitei—don't worry."
"Yeah...thanks," I trailed.
"Here,"
I turned to face him at his call, and watched him reach down beside me to grab hold of the katana I hadn't noticed laying beside me. He held it up to me, and I held my inquisitive stare at the item.
"This is your Zanpakutou—do you remember what it is?"
I took hold of it; the weight a bit lighter than I expected, but I still held it firmly with both hands as if it were a weighty item regardless. "Yeah; it's the weapon Shinigami wield that is a part of their own soul, correct?"
"Correct."
I studied the hilt and sheath as much as I could with the given light. The sheath was all black—that was apparent—and the hilt seemed like it was a dark green color. I couldn't make out what kind of metal the hilt was made out of, but it was diamond shaped with some type of pattern I couldn't make out throughout the flat surface. As my fingers traced over the outline of it, the more I felt small divots and scratches along it—most likely from past opponents.
Having remembered myself, I set the weapon in my lap and turned back to him. "Thanks for the recap; I'm sure I'll have questions later."
"Just let me know."
"Got it."
He stood up, and I took it that I ought to follow suit. I put my Zanpakutou aside, and quickly pulled the cover over the futon before folding it up and placing it in the corner. Once I was finished, I took back my Zanpakutou and stared at it. People wore these things…right? How was it that I was supposed put it on? Hitsugaya and Kurosaki wore theirs on their backs, yet Urahara didn't wear his at all. How did I wear it before? I didn't notice Hitsugaya had moved to exit the room and was waiting on me, and at the lack of attentiveness I stood there trying out different places to position it without actually trying to fix it properly. After slight frustration over how all the positions felt odd, I settled by just holding it down by my side—I'd have to figure it out later.
I looked up to see the snowy-haired male staring with slight amusement at my action, and I could've sworn I heard him chuckle.
"What?" I shot defensively.
"Here, give it to me," he re-approached and held out his hand. I gave it to him with a semi-muffled humph, and he stepped behind me with it. "There's this thing you could do more often that might make your life a bit easier; it's called 'asking for help;' you should try it,"
"Sounds far too out of character for me."
"Which is exactly why you should," He took hold of part of the obi around my backside, and I shivered at the touch. Due to the unexpected touch, I stiffened as he loosened it rather than responding with my usual crude comeback.
"You're unfamiliar with swordsmanship; even if I hadn't seen you emerge with your zanpakutou positioned this way, I would've been able to tell after a brief inspection." His hands helped guide the weapon through the layers of obi, and as he weaved it through, his hands made sure the other parts of the fabric stayed fastened. The movement of his fingers made those fucking insects inside me crawl out from the depths of Hell; only bringing the heat with them to so it could display obnoxiously on my face.
"Y-Yeah, well there's this thing the kids use these days called 'the internet;' I could've easily figured it out that way on my own, thank you very much."
Kami that fucking stutter of mine…this was too fucking ridiculous.
"You won't find something like that in the Seireitei unless you get on Kurotsuchi's good-side—which chances are slim to none." He finished positioning it, and stepped back around in front of me to look me over. "Re-tie your obi; make sure that's tight enough so that it doesn't fall out."
I looked down at it, and met yet again with the blood and torn fabric over the front of the outfit. I stared into the horizontal bloodied slits as I took hold of both ends of the obi. It only took mere seconds for my mind to begin slipping into anxious thoughts.
I could do this. It…it was just old flesh wounds. I'd seen them everyday. I was fine. I could get over it. I just need to take a deep breath is all. I've dealt with blood before. I wasn't on that table anymore. I wasn't in that room. He wasn't alive anymore. I wasn't…
I had no idea I was trembling.
Hitsugaya took both my hands off my obi, and gently placed them at my sides. "Look up at me, Kiteyama," he said softly.
I complied, and looked up into his firm, yet softened features so close to me. He focused down on my obi rather than my face, and began to untie it as he spoke.
"Its okay now, remember? I told you; I don't plan on letting anyone hurt you while I'm still here."
He finished the knot, and pulled it just tight enough so that it would hold perfectly, yet not restrain me from moving. I said nothing; just kept staring into him to soothe my slightly-panicking mind. As soon as he finished however, I stepped back and focused down at the floor instead; thinking about how much I wished I could rely on his words. I shouldn't have done it, but I let my thoughts drift out of me.
"How long does that imply? Until we get back to the Seireitei and they send me off to become someone else's problem? I appreciate your kind words, but don't worry about it—I understand."
I can't say it hadn't been on my mind this whole time either. Hitsugaya found me coincidentally, which meant that once he delivered me it didn't necessarily have to be his problem. Shit, maybe there was some Squad in charge of investigations only that would handle it. He didn't say that's what his Squad specialized in. He'd made it seem like he wasn't going to leave me, but I couldn't believe him. Everyone leaves. If I were to let myself believe he wouldn't, I'd only be hurting myself.
His hand set on my shoulder, and I sidestepped out of the most wanted touch immediately. I couldn't do this; no matter how much I wanted to, I'd only lose someone again. I didn't want to go through that loss again—I couldn't.
His hand hovered momentarily; taking in my body language and assessing how to proceed.
"You don't have to be afraid of me,"
My uncomfortable sway that resulted from him hitting the nail on the head made me even more embarrassed. Kami I was so hopeless…
"I meant what I said, Kiteyama; regardless whether I'm off the assignment or not, a promise is a promise. I know what you're walking into, and I'm sure you're scared. I'm here to tell you that you're going to be okay—I'll be there with you, on your side."
Oh Kami I could feel the water works in motion. Resist. Must. Resist.
I looked away as I stifled biting my lip; and he took a step closer with me realizing.
"I know you overthink things, so if this is about earlier, and you feel as though you've been a bother to me—you're completely wrong. I don't want you to be afraid of me; I want you to be able to trust that my words are honest," he held his hand out mid-level in front of me, and I stared into the lines of his exposed palm as he continued.
"Whatever you need; I'm here for you—you just have to let me in,"
I looked up at him, my watery eyes threatening to brake protocol as soon as I'd met his softened gaze. A faint trace of a smile formed on his lips, and with a small chuckle he continued.
"Come on; I thought we were going to work on that pessimism of yours?"
My lips mirrored his as I shook my head—no matter how far away I wanted to distance myself, he always somehow managed to reel me back to him in mere seconds. I knew I could trust him with my life, but could I really trust him on an emotional level?
I blinked several times and cleared my throat; taking a few deep breaths to make myself mentally shake off the plague. Maybe…just this once..I could…
I set my hand in his, and he gently curled his fingers over my hand.
"Ready?"
I looked back up at him. "Y-Yeah…I'm ready," I curled my fingers over his hand; an act of defiance against my own pride.
I blinked a few more times, and let myself squeeze out a small smirk. "I never agreed to working on the pessimism though,"
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