Chapter 10 – A Sick Visitor

Motomi woke to the feeling of hot breath in her ear. Renji had an arm around her but was still asleep. She didn't want to wake him, but they needed to say their goodbyes and take their leave.

The feeling of someone rubbing their fingers up and down his arm woke him up quickly. Opening his eyes, he was shocked to see Motomi staring at his morning wood. He had been dreaming, a nice dream for once, about her and him and the beach.

"Good morning beautiful," he said, while running his fingers through his hair. He tried to put it in a ponytail but she stopped him.

"Leave it down," she begged, while reaching for his cock. His eyebrow went up. She began to stroke up and down, softly. It tickled a little.

"Oh you naughty little kitten you." He said. She growled and leaned over him. "What the hell?" He said, as she took his cock in her mouth. "Motomi-chan, ahhh, you're making me crazy." A sound from the kitchen made her stop. Her mother was up and in the next room.

Motomi stifled a giggle. That would have to wait for later. Renji pouted a little but wrapped Motomi in his arms and kissed her on the forehead.

Motomi dressed quickly and went to find her mother. Renji stared out the window listening to the pounding surf in the distance. The world had not ended, the Central 46 hadn't come to take him away, and they were still together. He breathed a sigh of relief; he didn't know what would have happened. Their worlds didn't revolve around the two of them anyway. He dressed and went to join Motomi in the kitchen.

Her mother eyed him. "Did you have fun last night?" She said, his brow furrowed, he didn't understand. He looked at Motomi for clarification.

"What did she say? He asked, taking the juice Motomi offered him. He noticed her blushing.

"Mooooooommm," She yelled. From the tone of Motomi's voice, whatever her mother had said was not going to be translated for him. Renji smiled and winked at Motomi's mom, who had a rather shocked look on her face.

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"Goodbye mom, I'll call you when we get home." She said, hugging her mom, a tiny tear running down her cheek. "I'll come home during the summer, ok?" She promised. Her mother looked at Renji, he bowed and smiled.

"Please take care of Motomi," She said in Japanese to him, her voice breaking. He nodded. They waved to Motomi's mom as they boarded the plane.

The flight was uneventful and a lot less stressful, he had gotten used to it. He still held Motomi's hand when they took off, but more because he wanted to. He would have to get used to living a human life, if he was to share his life with Motomi. The thought of that made him smile. He was glad that Urahara had created a gigai that made Shinigami human, enabling him to make that dream a reality, even if Urahara had gotten expelled for it.

He looked at Motomi who seemed very deep in thought. "Motomi-chan, are you ok?"

Her eyes seemed red, like she wanted to cry, but was holding back. "Thinking about my sister."

"What was she like?" He asked. He took her hand and brushed his lips lightly on them, smelling her wonderful scent.

"Well, we looked alike, but our personalities were different. We are like Yin/Yang, two different sides of the same coin. She was so small when she was born; they thought she wouldn't make it. When we were in school she got picked on a lot, so I took the role of protector, I guess. Because of that I got into a lot of fights with other kids." She shrugged, "I guess that's why my parents called me the black sheep."

"Black sheep?" He wondered, what did that mean.

"Oh, they were kidding, but a black sheep is the one in the family that makes trouble. Trouble either found me or I found it." She sighed and leaned back into her seat. "The one time I wasn't there to protect her and this happens." The tears were starting to well in her eyes; she wiped them with the back of her hand. "Hey," she said, changing the subject, "what did you like best about Hawaii?"

"You." He said, and rubbed her cheek tenderly with the back of his hand. She smiled. "Get some sleep, ok?"

She nodded and closed her eyes. Renji closed his eyes too, but her words had him puzzled . . .Yin/Yang, two sides of the same coin, what did that mean? He leaned back into the chair and the engines droning sounds soothed him, and he slept.

The dream again. He tried to pay attention this time. The river of light pulsed slightly as it ran in and around the Seireitei, stopping in front of a room. It puddled at the room's door, but didn't go any further. He tried to open the door but it was locked. A beeping sound startled him awake. They were landing. Japan looked so grey after the lush greens and blues of Hawaii. He nudged Motomi slightly. "Motomi-chan, he whispered, we're landing." She stretched and yawned, smiling.

"Well, back to reality, more or less." She said, smiling and grabbing her things.

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It was raining when they arrived at her apartment, a cold, hard rain. She shivered slightly as they put their things down and Motomi went to turn on the heat.

"Re-renji-chan." She called from the other room, panic in her voice, the cold weather forgotten. He ran when he heard the fear in her voice. He stopped when he saw Kurotsuchi, Taicho of the 12th division, sitting cross legged on the floor. His Fukutaicho, Nemu Kurotsuchi stood quietly at his side.

Motomi had her hand over her mouth and she shook slightly. "What brings you here?" Renji asked. He wasn't surprised that the Taicho had his reiatsu shielded. His skull-like face grinned at Renji with child-like glee.

"Renji-chan….well, we've gotten rather chummy, haven't you." He paused a moment. "I've come to find this situation . . . very interesting." He said, his odd voice echoing off the walls. Motomi took a step back.

"I need to complete my research but discovered I'm missing something. I think your sister is only half of the story. Her reiatsu has created such a mess that I finally had to do a complete memory wipe." He chuckled a little. "Even then her reiatsu broke through again. The Central 46 has had enough of this problem, but I was able to stall them a little longer." He looked at Renji. "I don't think you would have liked what their decision was going to be, Abarai." Renji's expression didn't change, but he found his hands balling into a fist. Yeah, he could imagine.

Motomi looked at the oddly painted Shinigami, and found her voice, but it shook. "Wha-who are you?" She asked, haltingly.

"I am Taicho Kurotusuchi, head of the 12th division, and 2nd President of the Shinigami Research Institute." He took a breath. "You have such an odd reiatsu." He could feel it flaring slightly. "Ah, it's building up again, huh." He stood and fingered the cloak she was wearing. "Urahara's work, I take it."

Renji took Motomi by the arm. "Don't touch her." He said, even though he was his superior, this guy always gave him the creeps.

"I won't now, that can wait until later." He said a sneer in his voice. Through his fingers Renji could feel Motomi's reiatsu pulsing. She was trying to control it, but she was getting angry and afraid. She had every reason to fear Kurotusuchi.

"What do you want, out with it; I'm tired of this sick shit." He said, his anger rising.

"Well, Abarai, I just wanted to see this Hollow slaying kido for myself. I'm hoping I can get a little demonstration. Such power from an untrained human is rare." He said, cocking his head.

Renji shook his head. "I don't think it works that way. She was…."

"Are you now the head of Research and Development Abarai?" He interrupted his voice rising slightly, flicking that long middle nail at him. "I can make it happen. The cloak works well, but I can see she's losing her tenacity." He turned to Motomi. "Isn't that right?"

His voice was harsh, it didn't help her control her breathing. A bead of sweat dripped from her forehead. "I don't think she likes me very much, does she, Abarai." He said a note of disappointment in his voice.

Yeah, nobody likes you much, asshole. He thought his teeth on edge.

"Well, we can just sit and wait this out, trouble will come to us." He sat down cross legged again. "You can make it happen faster if you take off the cloak."

She looked at him, her eyes wide. She turned to Renji. "If that is what you want." She started to take of the cloak. Renji stopped her, his hand on her shoulder.

"He's got no right to ask you to do that." He turned to the grinning Taicho. "You would put a lot of shinigami in danger; you would do that for the sake of an experiment?" He asked, his voice rising. He knew the answer though; his experiments always put someone in danger.

"Of course, Abarai, it's my job." He said, smirking. "Your sister was such a wonderful study," he continued, as he leaned on his elbows. "She helped me willingly; I think she rather took a liking to me. Of course, the techniques I used on her were rather painful but she knew it was for the sake of research. She seemed to enjoy it, didn't she my daughter." He didn't wait for a reply. "A little pain now and then is good for the soul. I'm sure you agree, right my dear?" He said, eyeing Motomi. Her eyes were starting to get red, she was getting angry and her control was starting to weaken.

"Enough!" yelled Renji, "stop baiting her with your sick stories."

"Oh but it's not story. I'm afraid your sister is rather put out at the moment. The Central 46 put her in a Sekkisekishielded room, but they will make a decision soon as to what to do…with…her. He emphasized those last three words with that long fingernail of his.

The dream, Motomi's sister was asking for help. He closed his eyes and tried to think of what to do next.

His voice sickened Motomi, her trembling body refused to listen to her. She was baiting him, but what if it were true? What if her sister was in pain and going crazy? And what were they going to do to her sister?

"You sick fuck," Renji said, coming out of his gigai and unsheathing his zanpakuto.

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"What, are you going to attack me Abrarai? What would the Central 46 think of that? You're already on thin ice as it is. They know about your…ministrations with the human you were supposed to protect." He paused, giving a leering look at Motomi. "Not that I blame you, Abarai. She's cute, like her sister."

Renji felt his arm stiffening, but held himself in check. He could feel Motomi's reiatsu boiling over. It started to flicker again then flashed brightly, turning black and red, like a bloody bruise. Taicho Kurotusuchi's words were having the intended effect. Their awkward silence was broken when Renji's Hollow tracker went off.

"Ahhh, well, I think I'm going to get my wish." He said, hope in his voice. He unsheathed his zanpakuto. "Shall we go watch the fun Abarai?" He said, pointing his weapon at his chest.

"I need to go purge that hollow, you better let me pass." Renji said through gritted teeth. "I have a job to do."

Kurotusuchi brought his face close to Renji, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes I'm sure you do, Abarai, as do I."