Alright...I'm feeling a bit better about the whole thing. I am sorry for being an idiot about it all but personally, I guess I wanted to know who actually liked the story enough to react if I did that. Now that I have come to terms with it all, I'll repost the story. Sorry everyone but I take certain things very seriously. If someone says my stuff is bad, I take it personally even if they are giving constructive critiques. I have to work on it but I promise I will put the story up again.

Warinings are that there are rape scenes and blood and violence. I will put up the warnings where the "evil" scenes begin and end so everyone will feel comfortable. I did rate the story M for a reason and that was it. I knew the story would get dangerous and therefore was trying to keep those who wouldn't like it away. Obviously, it didn't work.

Summary: Ichigo's a normal kid until he and a few friends are kidnapped and he becomes the sex toy of the leader of the neighboring city. A few months pass and Ichigo is given to the only person who showed him decency.

Warnings: there will be rape in this.

Chapter Nine

~Two Years Later/Three Months before Prologue~

With a groan, Ichigo flopped into the booth he and Grimmjow had dubbed as theirs in the bar. In the past two years, Ichigo had cleaned Sixth District up a bit but all in all, it had stayed the same no matter what he did. Grimmjow didn't mind his attempts to clean the district up but he couldn't help but feel it was hopeless. Yet Ichigo had brought some great changes in his short time there. The bar/restaurant that was the usual haunt for the gang had gotten bigger and had added a few gyms and weight rooms. Hell, there was even a pool and a sauna. The bar had risen to be on the second floor and was not as dingy as it used to be. Actually, it used dingy lighting as ambiance which made it comforting.

Shawlong came over with a jug of sake, Ichigo's preferred drink and set it down in front of his new second in command. Ichigo smiled at him in thanks but his sore muscles were beginning to shred his patience. He poured himself a cup of sake and sipped at it slowly. A smile that quirked the corner of his lips up a bit was squashed as quickly as it started. He wasn't going to beat himself up for not sharing the sake with Yoruichi considering she wasn't anywhere nearby. Ichigo sighed. How the hell was he supposed to relax when memories kept getting in the way?

Koori's clicking heels alerted him to her presence before she pounced on him, her smooth arms wrapping around his shoulders. His smile returned and he chuckled at her.

"Silly girl," he chided. She laughed at him before sitting down next to him. He returned her smile and sipped at his sake. "What do you need from me now?"

"Nothing much. Just someone to drink with," she explained. "By the way, I managed to find your place. Your sisters packed half your shit up when I mentioned you needing more clothes." She waved her hand as if to try to keep his sisters back only to give up. "Jeeze that Karin's got a leg on her! Her team's winning the soccer tournaments. Yuzu's gotten into cooking classes - her food's better than yours!"

"Thanks for bombarding me with painful memories," he growled jokingly. In a way he was serious but he preferred a few memories of his sisters rather than...Aizen.

"Better than him. Now, your father is insane! I thought I had to beat the living shit out of him when he decided to name me part of the family! Oh my god he has some moves!"

Ichigo laughed. "Oh god I'm so embarrassed! What'd he do?"

"He decided I was worthy of being part of the family because I told him you were doing well and then...he took a leaping kick at me." Her eyes were screwed in confusion, amazement, and amusement. Ichigo face palmed in embarrassment. "We had a small spar and I enjoyed it actually."

"God...damn it," Ichigo sighed. "I'm so sorry Koori."

"Don't be! I had fun! Plus I got all the stuff you said you wanted. Why did you want that stuff?"

"The clothes were so Grimmjow would stop asking if I need them and the old cell was to keep an eye on my cousin, Shiro."

Koori nodded and Ichigo nearly growled his annoyance. She probably checked up on Shiro by now or his father had let something slip. Knowing his father, the old goat probably let something slip.

"Your father mentioned something about your cousin...It true you drained half your college savings to pay his debts and bail him out of jail?"

"Oh yes. Very true." Ichigo nodded as he poured them both a drink and popped his into his mouth in record speed. "He's more likely to call me than everyone else. Hence my need for my phone."

"Got it. I'll let it drop." She sipped her drink. "Have you told him yet?"

Ichigo coughed as he choked on his drink and Koori laughed. She patted his back to try to help. He glared at his teacher quite pissed off that she'd bring that up. He faltered a bit when he saw her slightly concerned face.

"No I haven't," he conceded, looking away. "I doubt he feels the same."

"You haven't seen him with any women have you?" He shook his head. "I haven't either and trust me, he slept around! Yet...since you came to Hueco Mundo, he's been 'too busy' to date or get a good lay." Ichigo could practically see her make air quotes as she spoke with contempt and sarcasm. He glanced at her to see her grip on her sake glass was a bit dangerous. He tapped her shoulder and nodded at her hand and her grip loosened.

"What do you think Sensei? Should I tell him how I feel?" He poured her another drink as he spoke. Koori sighed.

"Yes. Trust me, Grimm likes you. He'll listen if you speak."

"Something tells me to be wary."

Ichigo sighed. He was tired but he had a right to be. Grimmjow had been gone for a week now with some meeting or other with the other leaders and as Grimmjow's second, Ichigo was busy taking care of the district - with Koori's help of course. It had been six months since Grimmjow had promoted him due to his amazing climb up the ladder. A year and a half and Ichigo had soaked up everything Koori taught him when it came to guns, knives, and all sorts of weapons. She also taught him a few tricks for torture that he really didn't want to use but since he knew them, he was qualified to be a higher up.

Koori had only taught him basic anatomy and basic ways to exploit the anatomy. Yet, considering she was acting as a third in command, his basic amount was enough. Koori sat back to watch Ichigo as he thought. She sometimes found him to think too much. She couldn't really blame him though but if Ichigo let his thoughts go on for too long, his face began to scrunch up in pain and disgust. Just like it was doing now.

"Knock that off!" she ordered as she nudged him. "Don't you dare start thinking of that fucker."

"Sorry Koori. I was thinking too much," Ichigo murmured. She scoffed and shoved the sake jar back at him.

"Drink damn you!" Koori commanded, earning a smirk. He grabbed the jar and refilled their glasses.

"Only if I get to have company," he smirked.

"Damn right!" she chuckled as she toasted him. They stayed that way for about an hour and neither was buzzed yet. Koori liked how well Ichigo held his liquor but she wasn't about to try to see how much he could handle. She had a feeling Grimmjow would kill her if she did.

Their phones buzzing at the exact same time interrupted them. As Koori rolled her eyes, Ichigo began to growl a string of curses. He lifted his phone to his ear as Koori did the same with her phone. They muttered their greetings and listened. The entire bar area froze when the two leapt to their feet screaming "WHAT?" at the top of their lungs.

"God fucking damn it!" Ichigo yelled as he snapped his phone shut. "Why do they always call when I'm relaxing?"

"It's to keep you on your toes," Koori sighed. "Sit down Ichigo. I'll take care of this problem. They'll want a torturer more than a senior commander."

"I should come. They called me too."

"That's formality," Koori smiled as she waved a hand dismissively. "They called Grimmjow too. Hell, maybe he can use this as an excuse to get out of that meeting! I'll take care of it!"

She was already grabbing her coat and putting it on as she edged to the door. She waved both hands at Ichigo telling him to sit as she edged away. She was nearly out the door when he sighed and nodded.

"Fine. Go. But I'm bringing you guys food!" Ichigo called. Koori waved at him and raced out. Ichigo plopped down into his seat and groaned. "Another jug Shawlong. Make it a big one."

*Beware the torture*

Shuuhei Hisagi shifted his weight uncomfortably as he tried to get himself balanced better. He winced slightly as the chains that were wrapped around his wrists and hands pinched his skin as he moved. He chanced a glance above to see the chains around his arms were hooked over a crane like hook that was attached to an industrial chain to the ceiling. The winches and pulleys that were attached to the hook were hitched up so only the balls of his feet touched the ground. He shifted again to make the pinching stop only to find he was causing himself more pain.

His two guards watched him warily. As well they should. He'd given them one hell of a beat down when they'd basically ambushed him. He had to admit that these guys had not exactly ambushed him. They had probably been doing patrols, Renji had warned him he gangs did patrols, and he had gotten himself into the position of being in the wrong place at the worst time. He'd run, like an idiot because Renji had asked him to not get caught, and they'd chased him. It was well done too. One chased him while the other raced around the buildings to get to another opening. Both drove him into a dead end and had caught him in a matter of moments. He glanced at them again and saw the bruises and cuts he'd managed to give them and smirked.

"What's so fucking funny?" the big, burly one snarled. Shuuhei smirked wider and the man pushed himself off his pillar and began to walk up to him in a threatening manner. The other caught his arm and was greeted with a snarl.

"Nakeem," the other, a black man with a red Mohawk, said warningly. "Don't. Koori's on the way."

"I don't give a damn Edrad!" Nakeem yelled. "He's smirking at us like we're a joke! I'm gonna beat him into a bloody pulp!" Nakeem yanked his arm from Edrad's grip and almost lunged at Shuuhei. Shuuhei felt his eyes widen a bit as the man got closer but he narrowed them again. He would not let this man scare him.

As the man got closer, Shuuhei was about to rethink his idea of not letting the guy scare him. Holy hot damn he was big. The guy loomed over Shuuhei and was lifting his arm to attack...when a wrench slammed into his head. He cried out and staggered away, clutching his head where he was hit. He snarled and swung to look at the direction of where the projectile came from. His eyes widened and he stumbled back muttering apologies. Shuuhei looked over to find a woman, her green eyes blazing.

"You god damned son of a fucking bitch!" the woman screeched. "What the fuck were you thinking you god damned idiot? If you're planning on working without me present you are sorely mistaken! You stupid fucker! You know very fucking well I do the questioning! What were you doing?"

"I-I'm," the guy stammered. The woman rounded on him in a second, her fist flying at his elbow, his arm, his torso, his face, anywhere she could hit. Shuuhei watched in amazement as the woman basically screamed and punched the man into a cowering heap. She was stronger than she looked too. Yet, she was quite beautiful. He had to admit that too.

"Koori?" Edrad called. The woman stopped her assault and glanced at him.

"What?" she snapped. Edrad flinched but stood as firm as he dared around the woman.

"You're questioning the wrong guy," he said. He pointed at Shuuhei then. "He's the one we caught...I called you but Nakeem called-"

"I know who he called Edrad!" she cut in. "We were drinking together when you two idiots called us. He'll come with food. Now, get this sniveling idiot out of my fucking sight!"

"Yes Ma'am," Edrad said as he pulled his friend out of the room. "I got your stuff set up behind the guy! Do enjoy!" He waved as he left. Shuuhei watched the woman as she turned her eye catching body to face him. He felt his eye twitch as she smiled in an amused manner. He glared at her.

"What's so funny?" he snarled.

"You have a 69 on your face," she giggled. "Do you know what that means?"

"Yes I do but I don't have it 'cause of that. A guy I admired had it on his chest."

"So it's a memoir?"

"Yes. Who the hell are you anyway?"

"Koori Ryuu."

"Ice dragon?" Shuuhei asked. "Did I get that translation right? Your mom named you ice dragon?"

"No. My trainer named me that. I don't know what my parents wished to call me because I never met them." He stared at her with pity. Something she obviously did not want. "Enough about me. I'm here to learn about you. I gave you my name. Give me yours."

"No way in hell." Renji had told him to give them nothing. He wouldn't give them anything. Not a single thing. Not a word. The woman's eyes narrowed and she got closer to him. He wanted to smirk at how much taller the arrangement had made him. She would only reach his chin if her were standing flat on his feet. Her watched as her face seemed to screw up into interest and wonder.

"You don't have to be so difficult you know that right?" she said, her voice almost sensual. "Come on, tell me."

"You're attractive," he said. "I'm not telling you anything though."

"You told me about the tattoo. Why not your name?"

"Memoirs are different. I'll babble about those if you'll listen. Other things? Not a chance."

The woman stepped away, her eyes looking sad. She shook her head in what seemed to be regret. "And you're so handsome. I really wanted to do this without injuring you."

"Ah well, if that's the case, why not let me go? I promise I won't tell anyone about the sexy chick I ran into." He tossed her a smile but she did not catch it. She passed him and he heard her pick something up from a table. He waited until he felt a whip smack into his back. He grunted and wished he make his hands into fists.

"Your name please," she said.

"No." Another lashing and he gritted his teeth. She repeated her statement. He repeated his answer and was rewarded with another smack. He continued to grit his teeth. He was no stranger to pain. He'd encountered it often when he was younger and in high school. He had been friends with a kid named Hichigo Shirosaki, a boy with pale white skin, silver hair, and the scariest gold irises surrounded by black. Shiro had a cousin and Shuuhei had always known Shiro to be somewhat protective of his cousin. Renji was protective of the same person too. Shuuhei had come to this place to look for the kid for Renji while Shiro had disappeared into thin air a year ago.

"Your name!" the woman screamed after an hour or so of lashing him. Boy does she has one hell of an arm, he thought painfully. He was panting a bit but he hadn't spoken. His shirt, that she had not bothered to take off his shoulders in any way, was in tatters and bits of it were sticking to his bloodied back. He could swear that whip had some shards of glass in it because it was hurting him more than should have been possible. His position on the hook didn't help either. He barely had enough balance to not spin and thanks to that, his torso and chest had gotten the same treatment his back was. He kicked his legs to gain enough momentum to turn to face her.

"No," he ground out, blood beginning to collect in his mouth. He spat it out on the floor in front of him. "I won't tell you. Nothing will come from me you hear me?"

The sound of a door opening behind him caught his attention. He tried to get turned around to see who it was and to relieve the pinching pain in his wrists and hands. The woman flicked her wrist and he found the whip wrapping tightly around his stomach. She'd effectively stopped him from turning and he was finding he'd been right about the glass. Hell there were chips of bones in there too.

"I brought food," a voice that sounded so familiar called from behind him.

"That's great. I'm starved but he won't talk!" the woman yelled, her eyes tearing up. Why the hell did this matter so much? There was a sound of hurried footsteps coming closer to him. They passed and the woman suddenly yanked on the whip. Shuuhei yelled out in pain and his eyes screwed shut.

"Koori! For god's sake stop would you?" the voice, it was male, said.

"But-!" she cried.

"Relax! Eat! You're hungry. You're tired. Let me have a go."

Shuuhei heard scrapings of chairs and dishes. A bag was crushed after a few containers were taken out of it. Shuuhei felt hands pulling the whip off of him. He was reset so he was facing permanently at the two people. His eyes blinked open and he found himself looking at the two. He watched the woman make herself a meal of what looked like steak and potatoes. Her companion was standing with his back to Shuuhei and was bent over the table looking over the devices he could use. Shuuhei hoped for the whip. The woman looked unhappy as all hell.

"I haven't seen someone who won't talk like this," she was whimpering. The guy straightened, revealing his hair. Shuuhei's eyes widened and he found his voice as the guy tried to tell her to calm down.

"Kurosaki?" Shuuhei asked. Both of them stiffened and looked at him, the woman shocked and angry, the guy shocked and...sickened? What the hell? Shuuhei didn't have time to think over Kurosaki's reaction for the woman was on him in a matter of seconds, her slim fingers fisting in what was left of his shirt.

"How do you know him?" she yelled. "How?"

"Koori," Kurosaki called. "Stop."

"No! He knows you! What if Grimmjow had been here?" She turned back to Shuuhei. "How do you know him?"

"Get off me!" Shuuhei yelled, lifting his legs to kick her away. He caught her right in the chest and she stumbled back into Kurosaki's arms. Shuuhei watched as Koori gasped for air and Kurosaki tried to calm her.

"You okay?" Kurosaki asked when she'd gotten her breath back. She nodded and he pulled her over to the table. She thrashed and tried to get back to Shuuhei but Kurosaki whispered something in her ear and she settled. She sat down and stabbed at her food ass she glared at Shuuhei. Kurosaki stepped up to him.

"Kurosaki," Shuuhei said calmly, trying to gauge the man's reaction.

"You shouldn't have kicked her," Kurosaki snarled, his brown eyes dark with what looked like murderous intent.

"Why not?"

"She's the third in command of Sixth District. You shouldn't have kicked her," was the reply. Shuuhei's face screwed into an expression of confusion that was immediately exchanged for one of pain as Kurosaki round house kicked him in the side. His mouth dropped open as a sickening pop emanated from his right shoulder. He couldn't cry out as the pain raced through his body like a wild fire.

"Gah!" he gasped when his voice worked again. Kurosaki's eyes continued to hold their dark look as Shuuhei locked eyes with him. "Son of a...You got better."

"No shit Sherlock," Kurosaki growled. "Tell me who sent you Shuuhei and why." A low growl of cursing resounded from behind Kurosaki and Shuuhei guessed it was the woman.

"Why should I?" Shuuhei asked. Kurosaki smirked at him and suddenly, his fingers were widening one of his cuts. Shuuhei cried out in horror was fire raced through him. Kurosaki simply probed his fingers deeper.

"Who?"

"R-Ren-Renji did!" Shuuhei cried out. Kurosaki froze and glared at Shuuhei again.

"Why?"

"Do you have any...any idea how much he cares about you? Rivals Shiro. Stop please!"

Kurosaki pulled his now red fingers out of Shuuhei's torso. He walked over to Koori and joined her in the meal. Shuuhei stared and felt his mouth water.

"Looks hungry," the woman growled.

"Fuck him," Kurosaki snarled.

"How does he know you?"

"He's one of my cousin's friends."

"Shiro?" Kurosaki nodded and attacked his food. "I'd love to meet this cousin of yours. Maybe he's as tight lipped."

"I wouldn't know. You already know I had to use most my savings to save his ass. I'm not about to feed someone who's idiotic enough to come here because Abarai told him to."

Shuuhei felt his blood freeze. Abarai? Not Renji? Why was Kurosaki acting like he didn't know Renji? The woman had the same question.

"Renji Abarai...was freed from here. I stayed for him and the others to be free. Now, he's sending someone who had nothing to do with the whole thing into hostile territory. I don't approve." The woman nodded her head as if she agreed and they ate in silence as Shuuhei stared longingly at the food. Kurosaki glared at him out of the corner of his eyes causing Shuuhei to shiver.

"Shall I call Grimm?" the woman asked when their meal was finished. Kurosaki glanced at her and shrugged nonchalantly.

"If you wish." Kurosaki stood up and waltzed over to Shuuhei. The murderous look was back and Shuuhei wanted nothing more than to run for his life. He'd seen Shiro get that look and had heard rumors that Kurosaki could get that look but he'd never thought it would be aimed at him. "I'm going to see what else I can get from Shuuhei Hisagi."

"You sure that's wise?" she asked, concern finding its way into her voice.

"No. Yet, he's from Karakura and so am I. I should be asking him questions right? Besides, I really want to know why Renji sent him."

The woman shrugged and walked toward an office. There, Shuuhei saw her lift a phone to her ear and dial someone. He was about to wonder who she was calling when Kurosaki began to use him as a punching bag. Shuuhei grunted and whimpered as Kurosaki pounded into him causing the injuries to get wider and spill more and more copious amounts of blood. When Kurosaki stopped, the cuts were twice as large and Shuuhei couldn't help but notice that Kurosaki's knuckles were dripping with the scarlet liquid. He watched in horror as Kurosaki lifted his fist to his mouth and licked up the blood as if it were candy. He wanted to throw up but he couldn't get his stomach to purge itself.

"Why'd Renji send you?" Kurosaki asked.

"As I said: Do you have any idea how much he cares about you? Remember how protective Shiro was? Renji rivals him. He wants you back Kurosaki. He'll do anything."

"He does realize I'm not to leave a certain district let alone Hueco Mundo right?" Shuuhei shook his head. "Then he just sent you on a suicide mission. Hope you don't mind it."

"All I had to do was find you. I have. That's enough."

"Not if you don't get back home right? Will Renji send more people?"

"Maybe. I doubt it though." Kurosaki slammed his fist into Shuuhei's jaw. "I'm telling the truth!"

"I know that. I can tell you are…Why didn't you talk to Koori?"

"I wasn't gonna talk to her. She's one of them. Renji asked me to not talk to them."

"Then you shouldn't talk to me either." Shuuhei gave him a confused look but was greeted with another fist to his injuries.

"Ichigo?" the woman called. She came over and stood on his right, her arms behind her back that was straightened and rigid. Kurosaki glanced at her. "Grimm's on his way. He doesn't know this guy knows you. You can go home."

"I think I'll stay and watch thanks." Another murderous glance at Shuuhei accompanied by a smirk. "Wonder what he'll do then." The woman smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's my second!" she chimed. Shuuhei felt his eyes widen. The woman skipped over to the table and she sat on it, her feet kicking back and forth. Kurosaki wandered over to her and joined her in sitting on the table.

"Second?" Shuuhei asked.

"Again," Kurosaki said. "You shouldn't have kicked Koori. I'm the guy above her. Grimm's above me. You should consider yourself lucky. The top three people in Sixth District are all trying to get information from you."

"You're the second in command?"

"Damn straight." Kurosaki was smiling. "Tell me Shuuhei, why aren't you with Shiro?"

Shuuhei glared at him. "He's been gone for a year. No one knows where he is."

"Naturally," Kurosaki sneered. "He's probably lying low again."

"Doubt it! He's gone! He would have called someone!"

"Shut up!" Kurosaki bellowed. "Just stay quiet!" Shuuhei did so. They didn't speak at all, the silence becoming thick and heavy to Shuuhei. He watched as it seemed almost casual to the woman and Kurosaki. The crushing silence was only interrupted by the doors opening again. They were suddenly joined by a tall, well built, blue haired man who looked livid.

"Who the hell is this bastard?" the new arrival snarled. "Aizen's on my ass Koori! I wasn't supposed to leave that damn meeting and now, I've bluffed my way out of it! Who is this guy?"

"His name's Shuuhei Hisagi," Kurosaki said calmly. "He's from Karakura, used to hang out with my cousin. I know who sent him and why. You didn't have to leave to come here. We were done anyway." He hopped off the table and stared the blue haired man in the eye.

"He's…from Karakura?" Kurosaki nodded. "Does he know you?" Another nod. "God damn it!"

"Relax Grimmjow," Koori said. The man rounded on her, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were becoming transparent. He didn't lift them though.

"What? You don't hit women?" Shuuhei jeered. The man snarled at him to shut the hell up.

"Renji sent him," Kurosaki said, catching the man's attention. The man's eyes widened and he stared at Kurosaki in shock.

"What?" He turned to the woman. "How the hell am I supposed to relax?"

"He came to only see if I was alive," Kurosaki said. The man stiffened even more. "He can go home now. Don't bother taking him to Szayel. I want Renji to see his shoulder dislocated." There it was again. That look. It even scared the blue haired man. The woman seemed to have gotten used to it now for she didn't flinch.

"Ichigo," the blue haired man started only to be hushed by Kurosaki.

"He might as well go home."

"Ichi," the woman said. "We should keep him here for a little while." Kurosaki rounded on her and her eye twitched. "I just feel he should get treatment. You do too."

"No I don't."

The woman smiled and shook her head. "Let's let him heal up. He has to survive the trip home doesn't he?" She was greeted with nods.

"I'm having him under guard," the blue haired man stated, regaining his authority. The two nodded. "Both of you go home. I have to tell some story to get Aizen off my back." Shuuhei watched as Kurosaki seemed to shrink at the sound of this Aizen guy's name. Why though?

"I'll take care of Aizen. Ichi, you go home and try to sleep. Grimm, you take care of things here." The woman was in command again. This was confusing. Who was in charge again?

"Koori," Grimmjow growled. "I thought I was in charge here. You're my third."

"And technically, I out rank you due to what I am."

"Enough both of you," Kurosaki said. "I'm going home to rest. You two have fun." With that, Kurosaki left and the other two glared at Shuuhei.

"Take him to Szayel and call Aizen. Make up a story. Let Szayel in on it. I'm going to do a few patrols. I don't want any more idiots in my district."

"Yes Grimmjow." The man left. The woman gave an impassive glare to Shuuhei. "I don't like you," was all she said before walking over to take him down and drag him to a vehicle. He recognized the make as a Jeep Commander with tan paint. Something told him that the windows had been tinted by a custom job. She placed him in the back and told him to lie still. She drove in silence, the only thing interrupting it being the CD she'd put into the radio system. Soon, the car was filled with the sound of Linkin Park, Nightwish, and other rock bands. She liked loud music then. He could work with that. He didn't want to think at all at that moment.

They arrived somewhere else and were greeted by a man with pink hair. The man soon showed he was a doctor as he set Shuuhei's arm. Both the doctor and the woman were seemingly on edge around him but he couldn't really blame them. The woman dragged him to a warehouse and put him in an office on the higher floor. There was a bed complete with pillows and blankets. He gave her questioning glance and she shrugged.

"We never cleaned it out since we never know if someone may need it," she whispered as if she were remembering something that had been happening recently. "Oh well, I'm told the bed's comfortable. It'll take a month to heal so you may as well have a bed."

"Whatever you say."

"Are you going to tell that Renji guy? About Ichigo I mean."

"I'm supposed to tell him what I learn."

"You're talking to me. Why?"

"I'm bored," he sneered.

"Bull shit." She left then, locking him in the room. He sat on the bed and held his shoulder that was being held in place by a brace and a sling. It's going to be a long month.

This reposting is taking less time than I thought it would...