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"Send someone from Squad 4 over here to take care of their wounds. Tell 'em to take their time about it."

The guard nodded, a smirk on his face. He was a member of Squad 11, violence was amusing to him, in fact, he might just have a little fun with the prisoners himself. He also held a tremendous amount of respect for Lieutenant Abarai, who had been a member of Squad 11 just a few years back. He'd make certain Squad 4 did not receive that message for a little while longer.

Renji wiped the blood off his hands onto his yukata. It was ruined already; Namikawa had managed to bleed all over it. Grumbling to himself, he stepped back out into the night. Now it was time to find replacements for the Senzaikyu. He knew just who to go to.

Chapter 13

Serrelle's heart thumped against her chest at an ever increasing pace. The very air around her seemed to thicken, making it harder to breathe. They were sitting so close, and yet, it was not enough. At the same time, it was almost too much. Despite how badly she wished to close the gap, the thought of it shook her for reasons she could not yet define. Fortunately, her own body spared her from choice, as it was still not truly mobile. Like a moth to a flame, she sat frozen in place, staring at him. Her eyes wide, she was both entranced and frightened all at once, and she could not resist the pull.

The look on her face tugged at him as well, testing his resolve and ultimately shredding what little of it was left. Experimentally, Byakuya reached out and traced the curvature of her lips with his fingertips. They seemed to just be crying out for his attention, enticing him. Letting out a heady sigh, her eyes closed moments after the smooth skin of his finger reached the softness of her lips. He felt her body relax slightly under his ministrations, trusting him. He leaned down, wanting nothing more than to taste those sweet lips, to kiss away her sorrows. With one simple movement he could bring comfort and pleasure to them both.

Very little separated the two when he caught himself, logic kicking back in and alerting him to just what he was about to do. The consequences of it had somehow slipped his mind, and here he was, a hairs breadth away from kissing her again. There was no real harm in that alone, but what those kisses would do to him, what they had done to him before…he could not allow it. He would not allow it.

With a hiss he pushed himself back, disentangling her from his arms roughly. Serrelle's eyes snapped open, staring up at him, into him. The pained expression tore at his heart viciously. He could not seem to stop himself from hurting her, one way or another. 'Damned if I do and damned if I don't.'

"What is…" she began.

"I must go now." He said, cutting her off with a harsh tone.

'Hate me. I want you to hate me.'

"Forget everything that has occurred between us that has fooled you into thinking my company would be…desirable. It cannot be. There is no sense in fostering any amorous feelings towards one another when it simply cannot be. If you wish to feel something for me, then feel hatred, loathing. Despise me for my callous treatment of you. Curse me with your dying breath."

Panic welled up inside her. 'Why? Why is he doing this?'

"Please don't leave" she said in a strained voice, unable to think of anything else to say.

None of it made sense. Why would he say such things? She had never truly held any hatred for him. His actions had hurt, confused and frustrated her, but hatred was never among the myriad of emotions he stirred up. Even against her mortal enemies, the Horde, she could not feel hatred. Pity, sorrow, and a vain hope that things would change, but never something as powerful as hatred. It was not something that was in her.

Her hands twitched as she tried to pull at his shihakusho, eyes wide and pleading. The feeling had returned to her nerves somewhat, leaving a painful tingling all across her body. Even so, they did not want to obey her commands to grab hold of the man and never let him go.

After what happened tonight, who could blame her? She'd just survived a particularly violent encounter in a place she should have been safe. Within the cold walls of the Senzaikyu, she was powerless to defend herself should someone else attack her. And now this, this soul wrenching blow. How could he leave her like this? And on such a note.

"Lieutenant Abarai is currently hand picking new guards that will remain outside; they will not repeat the mistakes of their predecessors."

Byakuya highly doubted Kurotsuchi would be foolish enough to return, though he would not put it past him. He wasn't sure what made him say that to her, but he felt the strange urge to assure her that she would be just fine without his presence. He almost wished he could receive such assurances of how he would feel without hers.

The words rang hollow in her ears. It wasn't the guards she was worried about now. She trusted Renji's judgment. What if that man came back? What then? That face would give her nightmares for years to come, she just knew it. How could she even sleep after this traumatic night? However, Byakuya's blunt words, meant to dissuade her, now barreled over her concerns for her own well being.

Looking into those glowing eyes, he could see the questions in them. They looked on the verge tears as well. She did not bother trying to mask her fear. She'd stopped trying to keep up her tough attitude altogether. Those eyes…he could look into them no more.

Wanting to avoid that tortured expression on her face, he let his own eyes wander away from her face. He realized now that he'd dropped her so abruptly on the bed, he'd forgotten that he had been in the middle of covering her. The haori was providing some cover for her slim figure, but not nearly enough. It was too large for her to begin with, but it remained open, barely shielding her breasts and leaving her exposed from the stomach down. She was breathtaking, even in her sorrow. He wondered if she even realized it.

"Please" she whispered again.

It tugged at him, at something deep within. He couldn't explain why, but he was beyond compelled to stay, but for all the wrong reasons. Looking at her now, he felt like he would have sold his very soul if it meant being with her.

He hated it. She'd made him so weak, twisted his ideals, and made him actually want to break all the rules just for her. He could not even gather his thoughts properly while she pervaded his mind. He wanted to break her, crush her soul along with all her feelings for him. And on the same hand, he wanted to gather her up in his arms and protect her from everything, including himself.

He hung his head back, staring up at the ceiling high above his head. His hands hung limply at his sides. They were nearly twitching to reach out and hold her. To put that lovely face in his hands, trace it with his fingers. At least, that is what he had a mind to do earlier. The anger welling in him began to mix with pure lust, providing a dark undercurrent to his thoughts, corrupting them.

Indecision plagued him. She could see it, could almost feel it. He was balanced on a razor's edge, unable to decide which route to take. 'Don't leave me alone here!' she screamed inside in her mind, willing him to stay. 'If I could only get him to look at me…' she thought, straining to reach out to him. Reaching out laggardly, her body finally obeyed her, grasping tightly onto one of his hands and causing his gaze to be jerked back downwards at her.

She gasped in surprise when her eyes meet his. Something burned in them now, an ominous light she had not seen before. Nervously she licked her lips. She had what she wanted, his attention. Only now, she had no clue what to do with it. From that look, she wasn't certain she wanted it anymore.

The compulsion was back, beckoning to him seductively. Watching her lick her lips as he turned to look at her only intensified it. She was doing it again, breaking apart his resolution, bending him to her will. Rage boiled up, cold despite the heat it seemed to bring. Somehow, she must have seen it, seen past that protective mask that hid his emotions so well. Till now. 'This woman is a weakness. Just by being, she reduces me to a victim of my own wants and desires, allowing them to run rampant.'

Logic told him to leave, get away from her as quickly as possible. Lust clawed at him, a torrential wave that threatened to crash down and destroy all resistance. It awoke bestial urges he'd never known before, adding to the resounding cry that drove him forward, back to such an innocent devil.

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Hisagi grunted in his sleep, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and trying to ignore the foot in his ribs. "Go 'way" he mumbled.

"Wake up you lazy bastard."

The covers were pulled up higher, covering his head. "Don' wanna. Go 'way"

Renji gave his friend another nudge, harder this time. "Seriously Shu. I need a favor. It's important."

"Do ya know what time it is?" Came his muttered reply.

"Yeah, late, now wake the fuck up."

He heard a sigh from under the covers and waited as his friend reluctantly pulled them down. He squinted at the crimson haired man standing over him. His brow twitched when he noticed Renji was still wearing his yukata.

"Wha's going on?" he asked, sleep still thickening his voice.

"Kurotsuchi got a hold of Serrelle. He left his sick little cronies to have their way with her when he was done."

"Ah shit" he said, sitting upright and throwing the covers aside. "She alright?"

"I think so, Captain Kuchiki is with her. I just finished tossing those guards in a cell. I need some new ones, some that can be trusted. That's where you come in."

"I do?"

He laughed, squatting down and pushing Shuhei's shoulder playfully. "Yeah, you do. I want one guard for each shift to be from your squad. Can you hand pick 'em for me?"

Hisagi nodded slowly, mulling the idea over. His men were very loyal. They had proven that during the trying times after Captain Tousen abandoned them. Shuhei had been Captain of Squad 9 for a little over a year now and he was highly respected by both his subordinates and his peers. He'd even earned the respect of his Lieutenant, though she was a bit of a wild card at times, much like her lover…too much sometimes.

"Yeah, I have a few in mind. How soon do you need them?"

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The hope that alit in Serrelle's eyes when he moved towards her was quickly replaced by concern when she heard his low growl. Her mind had little time to register much else before Byakuya's mouth sank onto hers, sending her into overdrive. The kisses were so heated, so urgent, she could barely respond in time. As his passion grew, so did the brutality of his movements. His hands flung aside the remainder of the haori that covered her; his lips relayed a hidden violence that sprung forth from a long repressed need and self loathing.

Where he'd gently touched her the day before, he now ruthlessly pawed instead. Forgoing gentleness to give in to a deep seated desire, seeking more to punish than pleasure. She was unable to offer up much resistance, not as though it would have helped her if she did. It gave him a sadistic glee to watch her, listen to her, and feel her feeble attempts at struggle. With eyes squeezed tightly shut, lips parted in a mewling cry, she portrayed the fresh innocence that had been enticing him all along. He'd already decided to shatter it, to take it from her. Then she would have a reason to despise him, and his desire for her would finally be no more.

Even as he fumbled with the obi at his waist, he did not pause in his assault. Holding one taunt nipple in his teeth, he flicked his tongue across it, alternating between biting and sucking on it. Glowing blue eyes shot open, hands weakly groping for some hold on him. Always he kept his eyes locked onto that glorious visage so marked with rapture, despite the far from tender handling she was receiving. While he wanted to be furious with his plans current failure, he couldn't help but receive satisfaction from her shivering cries.

Free of his constricting hakama, kimono and even stripped of the very wrappings that had bound him tightly, painfully repressing his ever increasing hardness, he stood bare before her. Serrelle had enough time to realize there was no turning back before he'd positioned himself between her thighs. The very tip of him pressed against her as he leaned forward, whispering into her ear.

"You are nothing to me. This is merely a means to an end."

Such cold words, spoken with such a certainty it baffled her. They were laced with poison, and yet, they rang so false in her mind. 'That can't be right. I've seen the way he acts around me. He's lying! He's got to be lying!' She opened her mouth to set him to rights, sucking in a breath in preparation to form a word of protest. It was smothered by his own mouth that locked over hers the very moment he drove himself into her. Words forgotten, that breath formed a scream of pain, stifled by his harsh, barbarous kisses. Her body burned with the sudden intrusion, her eyes stung with fresh tears that welled and quickly spilled over. While the drugs effects were fading, her nerves were still incredibly raw and sensitive to pain or pleasure, whatever was inflicted upon them.

He felt her close around him tightly as he entered, a hot, greedy fist that squeezed the length of him mercilessly. To her smothered scream, he returned a thick groan, her pain to his pleasure. Though he had not intended it, he lay still for a moment, overcome by the powerful sensations racing through his body. It was too good to end too quickly, and any further movement on his part at this moment would certainly do just that.

Releasing her lips, he moved his own downward, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck and forcing another choked whimper past her lips. That slender, delicate frame underneath him was shaking, trembling with the pain he had inflicted. Tears streaked down that perfectly formed face of hers, staining her cheeks. It not longer brought him a twisted sort of satisfaction upon seeing her misery. Now it only brought regret…guilt. 'I'm sorry, but it is too late now. It would be better for you to hate me…'

Thought dissipated as he shifted in her, sliding outwards, creating a blindly powerful friction across every last inch of him. Something between a hiss and a moan slipped out of his mouth as he rocked forward again, sliding back in easily despite the near scalding friction. The dampness between her thighs allowed for easy movement, but also served to intoxicate him further. That he had done this to her, no matter how callous he had been, it was kindling for the flames of his already all consuming desire. His rhythm swiftly moved from languid delirium to a frenzied pace with the thought, each stroke longer and deeper than the last.

'This isn't how it's supposed to be, is it?' she thought through a haze of white hot pain. From what she had heard from her sister, there was some pain, but nothing like…this. Tessah's first had been gentle, sweet, and even romantic. This felt like an animalistic coupling, a wild beast rutting violently.

There was no beauty or joy to be found in this act, unless, perhaps she kept her focus on his face. That perfectly sculpted face that seemed so enthralled, lips moving in what seemed like a silent prayer. She kept her eyes drilled onto him, willing away the pain as best she could and focusing solely on him. It felt almost as if she were depending upon him, her tormentor, for salvation; deliverance from this brutal attack on her senses.

Once the pain being set aside, it allowed her to find something beyond it, just barely out of her reach. Unrestrained, wanton pleasure, swirling from within her very core, the flames now stoked higher by his every move. The increased rush of blood flow helped to dismiss the last vestiges of the drug that held her paralyzed, allowing the freedom of movement to return once again to her body.

It shocked him to no end to feel her legs begin to wrap around his waist, hips lifting upwards, an offering he eagerly accepted. It brought a fresh onslaught of pleasure as he slipped further into the damp heat that gripped him so fiercely. Releasing a low groan, he cupped her bottom with one hand, the other held him above her, both allowing him to plunge deeper within. She was shaking again, though judging by her expression, it was no longer from pain. Instead she was encouraging him, nails digging into his sides, breathy pants now brushing against his ear as she clung tightly to him.

There was something about this complete and all conquering domination over her that set him aflame all over again, pushing him to the brink. As the intensity of their movements increased, his coordination began to flag. He moved now with reckless abandon, jerkily trying to reach out and grab hold of that which was just over the horizon. He heard her broken sob as he slammed into her, blinded by the desperate need, the bludgeoning force that finally pushed him over the edge. With a savage roar that he was surprised to hear emitted from his own lips, he erupted within her at last, waves of pleasure nearly drowning him in their magnitude.

Collapsing heavily against her, he felt her hands slide weakly from his now sweat covered back. Her face was buried in his neck, muffling her convulsive weeping. Obviously, it had once again returned to pain, being too much for her to bear. What baffled him was the fact that she still clung to him as though he was her redemption instead of her destruction.

Looking down at her, he could still see the innocence, despite being perversely abused in such a salacious manner. The blood between her thighs spoke as proof of what he had sullied, and yet despite practically dripping with sin, she still appeared as angelic as ever. He nearly groaned when he realized he felt the urge to comfort her, to hold her tightly and whisper softly to her. Unwilling to allow such a thing, he pushed himself up, slipping out of her and brusquely shoving her aside.

Hastily, he began to clothe himself, pointedly ignoring her eyes that were locked onto him, watching his every move. It wasn't until he'd completely dressed and composed himself that she finally spoke.

"Byakuya…I don't understand…why? Why are you trying to make me hate you? Why must you hurt me? Why?"

The pain and confusion he heard ringing in her voice was like a slap to the face. Those accusing eyes made him hold his breath. He tried to justify it to himself, to her, but was found lacking. Instead, he turned away from her, striding out of the room, leaving her with cold silence. He heard his name being called, the crack in her voice. He ignored it, cast it aside. He could not afford to listen to the doubts that formed within his soul. He could not afford to let this woman hold sway over him. Not again. Never.

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By the time Renji and Shuhei had selected the new guards, it was almost 2 in the morning and he was drained. Feet dragging, he slid open the door to his room. All he could think about was falling into bed and dreaming the rest of the night away. Or morning.

Setting his zanpaktou against the wall across from his futon, he yawned loudly and shuffled over to the bed. Flopping down, he tossed his head back on the pillow, sprawling carelessly across the covers. His eyes were just drooping shut when he heard a soft rustle nearby. It was distinctly out of place. Absently, he cursed himself for placing his sword out of his immediate reach. Clearly, he wasn't thinking straight.

Turning his head towards the sound, he blinked. There stood Tessah, in all her armored glory, casually leaning back against the wall.

"And here I was, concerned that someone would see me sneaking about. If they are all as easy as you, then I have nothing to worry about."

Renji groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. "You scared the shit out of me woman. I've had a long night, take it easy on me, geez."

With a frown, she pushed herself off the wall and walked over to him. Dropping down, she sat in front of him, placing one elbow on her knee and resting her chin on the heel of her palm. "So I've heard. Care to tell me about it?"

a/n: alrighty...what did ya think? You have to forgive me, I can't stand predictable shit. Plus, I love a sadistic twist now and then. -cackles madly- A HUGE Thanks to Master, WannaBeNinja, for being my sounding board tonight. I've been bouncing shit off her constantly. ;) Thanks for putting up with it and helping me convey my thoughts. It was a very big help. -nods-

added note - I just got a 30 minute long lecture from my husband about how mad he was at Byakuya and how bad he felt for Serrelle. He said he honestly wanted to beat the shit outta Bya now. LOL In his somewhat drunken rambling though, he expressed every last feeling and emotion this chapter was supposed to project. He now demands the next chapter because he wants to see more of this. Sorry for those who wanted a picture perfect moment...I think I'm changing the type to romance/angst after this chapter. ;) I am working on Chapter 14 currently at both the demands of my husband and my master. Have no fear, more is coming!!

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