The trial had come. It had been looming ahead of Ichigo for many months. In that time, he had spent it embraced and loved ever so gently by Jūshirō and Shunsui. They never initiated, leaving it to Ichigo, and they spent many nights of slight kisses and passionate ones as well. Nothing moved beyond those tender kisses and embraces, however. As much as Ichigo felt for them, he wasn't ready to move things further. Though, on one occasion, the two Shinigami thought him asleep and made love beside him. He felt strange afterward, knowing that they would do whatever he asked of them, but to take that step, it was so very hard. And it wasn't that he didn't desperately want to be intimate with them. He very much did, but at the same time, he was scared of such a thing.

Now, he stood, hand entwined with his father's. He was blind, of course. In the World of the Living, he could not see. Beside him, his sisters each sat, Yuzu holding his other hand, and he knew Karin was on the other side of her. Iho would already be in the room, and there was a large part of him that was glad he could not see what was happening.

"Order," announced the judge.

Ichigo tuned out the formalities. He didn't care about them. He only knew that he would be called to the stand, and he would have to tell them all what happened. Once again, he would relive six years of horror, and the people here would judge if he was lying about what he had been through. He was deep in thought when his father whispered in his ear.

"Time to go up. I'll lead you," he said.

Ichigo nodded and followed, limping a little as his legs were already sore from sitting so long. His father helped him get into the seat and then patted his back and stepped away. Ichigo felt his heart racing in his chest as soon as he lost contact with him.

"Please state your name," a new voice said.

"Ichigo Kurosaki," he answered haltingly.

There was movement, then he heard a voice he recognized. The prosecutor that he'd talked to a few times spoke.

"Ichigo, do you understand what we're doing here today?" he asked.

"I do."

"This is the trial for Iho Ogawa, and his accomplices. They are present here in the room with us today, and his lawyer will ask you questions after I'm finished. Do you understand this?"

Ichigo swallowed and nodded. "I understand."

"Now, the defense would have us believe that what you went through was consensual. Was it?"

Ichigo felt his heart hammering in his chest. "No. I never consented to what happened. Not at all. I was kidnapped and forced to do what they said."

"This is ludicrous. My client was not the one that abducted Kurosaki. Nor did my client do anything to him. His brother Kanjiro is at fault for the witness's injuries, and he is dead," a voice Ichigo didn't recognize chimed in.

"You will have your chance to question the witness, for now, keep your comments to yourself," the judge said.

Ichigo swallowed. The prosecutor spoke again. "Ichigo, tell us what happened to you seven years ago. In your own words, please."

Ichigo took a deep breath. "I was walking in an alley when I saw a kid steal a phone and run away. I tripped him and took the phone back to the owner, which was Kanjiro Ogawa. I did not know him. He wanted to thank me, so he asked me to come to his room for a drink. I tried to put him off, but he wanted to thank me for saving his phone." Ichigo paused. "He drugged me. I don't remember clearly everything, just that it all became fuzzy."

Ichigo paused again, longer this time. "What happened then, Ichigo? What did Ogawa do?"

"He-he said something about doing this before, and I remember him undressing me and he raped me. I couldn't fight him off, I was barely able to move. Then he tied me up and put me in his trunk, saying he was going to keep me." Ichigo swallowed. "I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't do much except wait."

"Ichigo, so you are saying he forced himself on you, then abducted you?"

Ichigo nodded. "I don't remember much, he drugged me again by making me take pills, but I was in the trunk of the car for a while."

"What's the next thing you do remember happening?" he asked.

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably. "They opened the trunk and stabbed me with a needle in the leg."

"Who was there?"

"Kanjiro and Iho, and another boy, younger, about my age. I don't remember his name, but he said he was Iho's Kohai."

"So, Iho Ogawa was there from the beginning after you were abducted?"

Ichigo nodded. "He was. He helped Kanjiro carry me into the building they kept me in, and they chained me to the pillar, but left me tied up. I wanted to fight them, but I couldn't get free of the bonds they had on me. Then he told his kohai he could do what he wanted, because he was busy."

"Ichigo, it's very important that we know for sure. You never consented to any of these activities?"

Ichigo felt tears starting to slide down his face as he shook his head. "Never. I never did. I begged them to let me go home. I said I wouldn't tell anyone what had happened already if they'd just let me go, but Iho said his brother had almost been caught too many times and keeping someone would stop him from assaulting random boys he liked. He said he had been helping him with this urge since they were in school when he'd trick middle schoolers into the bathroom so Kanjiro could attack them."

"So, this was a concerted effort between them? This plan to hold you captain and treat you like a dog?"

"There's no evidence—"

"Enough! Keep your client in line!" the judge said.

Ichigo shivered because he knew that voice all too well, and it brought a myriad of things to his mind. He was almost panicked because of it, to be honest. He got himself under control, though. He knew Iho was here. He knew he would try to say he was lying. They had discussed this at length with the prosecutor.

"Are you alright, Ichigo?" the prosecutor asked. Ichigo thought his name was Taisho Imari.

"I'm okay," Ichigo said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Can you continue?" Imari went on.

Ichigo nodded his head. "I can."

"What sort of things happened while you were held captive? Please, be as descriptive as you can."

Ichigo took a deep breath again. "There were lots of things. I was made to service them anytime they wanted me to do it."

"What does service mean?"

Ichigo swallowed thickly. "Sexual acts of some sort. They often used me however they liked. I wasn't able to stop them from doing it."

"So, you're saying you were regularly forced into sexual acts with Kanjiro, Iho, and the others they brought to the room you were in?" Imari reiterated.

"Yeah," Ichigo nodded, heart still hammering in his chest. "Then they would beat me with a belt or a brush when I didn't do things right, and they'd put cigarettes out on my hands," he rubbed his hands as he spoke, feeling the burn scars as he did so.

"I'd like to point out that the medical reports verify extensive abuse over a long period of time." Imari's voice was moving, so obviously he was walking around the room. "There was severe damage from malnutrition as well. Were you given food and water?"

"I had water, because I could reach the bathroom on the chain," Ichigo nodded. "But he would only sometimes bring me food. I got to where I wasn't even hungry anymore, because I never got enough to eat. Sometimes, he would leave for a week and only leave me a few days' worth of food."

"What of the others?" Imari asked. "The other men came to the room and also took advantage of you. What happened with that?"

Ichigo swallowed again. "There were weekends, or I guess they were weekends, when multiple people would come with them. They were all involved in what happened, and would take their turns using me as they liked. No matter how I begged, they wouldn't let me be. Then, I quit talking."

"Why did you quit talking, Ichigo?"

Ichigo's hand went to the side of his neck. "The shock collar. When I'd talk, he'd say 'shocks are for dogs that bark' and he would do it anytime I said anything, so I just stopped talking at all."

"Can you tell us what happened the night you lost your eyesight?" Imari said.

"I don't know why, Ogawa just was upset and screaming, and he pressed his thumbs into my eyes until they popped. It hurt and I think I screamed. He tied my lips with the wire for it and dragged me to the bathtub and told me to stay there. I did until I woke up in the hospital."

Ichigo left out the part where he was found by Renji and Jūshirō. He put his head down and wiped away the tears that had escaped.

"That's enough, Ichigo, thank you. Your witness," Imari said and Ichigo stiffened because this was the part he wasn't looking forward to.

"You claim it wasn't consensual. Why didn't you just leave?" the other lawyer asked.

"I was chained to the center of the room. I couldn't leave." Ichigo thought that was obvious, but he had been warned that he would use these methods to try and poke holes in his testimony. He just had to be strong.

"Isn't it true that you had multiple times where you enjoyed yourself, to the point you would orgasm?"

Ichigo hadn't expected that question. He stammered a little. "Th-they forced me to. I didn't want to."

"But you did enjoy it?"

"I never enjoyed it, even when they made it happen," Ichigo felt his breath quickening in his chest.

"Tell us, why didn't you scream to be let go or something?" he continued.

"I did, but there was no one to hear me. I couldn't get to a door or window, and there was no one nearby," Ichigo said softly.

"Yet, the night your eyes were put out, someone heard you," the lawyer pressed.

"I don't know why someone heard that night and not the others." Ichigo felt his stomach trying to rebel just from the mere thoughts of what had happened. "I never asked for what happened, and Iho did everything he did because his brother was important to him. I understand that, but no one deserved to be treated the way I was. I never wanted it, and I eventually became plaint out of self-preservation."

There was a moment of silence, where Ichigo thought he heard murmuring. "My client says that he would like to plea bargain."

"Ichigo, you may be excused from the stand."

Ichigo waited until he felt someone take his hand, his dad, he guessed, and was led back to the seats in the other area. Immediately, he felt Yuzu take his hand again and he gripped it tightly. It had been difficult, but he knew it would be. He just was waiting now for this to be over so he could return to Soul Society, and back to Shujin and Omo. They were all he cared about right then, even as his father held to his hand beside him.

Ichigo lost track of what was happening, and he had to get up and come back again. By the end of the day, though, Iho had bargained for a lighter sentence in exchange for testifying against the others that had been involved. Ichigo wasn't sure how he felt about that, but at least he was going to be in jail for what he'd done, and so were the others. Of course, the video tapes that the police had recovered helped in the matter. There wasn't much of a chance that they could claim the things shown on most of them were consensual. They had tried, but no one had believed them.

"Ichigo?" he heard his father ask. "Let's go home, okay?"

Ichigo nodded. He couldn't ask to go back to Soul Society here, he knew. There were too many people around, but he was sure his father knew he wanted to go back. He needed to go back.

The drive home was quiet, and he knew his sisters didn't know what to say, and neither did his father. What could they say? There wasn't a lot to be said that hadn't already.

They got to the house, and his father helped him out of the car. Isshin helped him get out and the girls went with them inside. Ichigo was tense, mostly because he wanted them to leave so he could go back to Soul Society. Of course, the girls both wanted to be there for him, and he knew that. He was rather quiet as he sat down on what felt like the sofa in the living room.

"Do you need anything, son?" his father asked.

"I would like a drink," he said softly, head hanging a bit. "Maybe a cup of tea if there is any."

"I'll get it," Yuzu said, and he felt the couch beside him move as she got up.

The couch dipped and someone, his father, put an arm around him. "Are you doing alright, son?" his father asked.

"I want to leave," he said in a very soft whisper only Isshin would hear.

His father patted his back. "Alright, the girls won't stay long. I'll tell them you need your rest. Kon has gotten used to being blind, though. You'd be proud of him. I didn't think he could do it, but he's reserved and doesn't make a fuss about anything."

"I'm glad," he said, smiling.

He did regret having Kon be him, as being blind had to be a hard thing for him to be all the time. There was nothing to be done about it though, because in the World of the Living, everyone, doctors, lawyers, and police, knew he was blind. If he mysteriously got his sight back it would be a problem. They couldn't mind wipe every single person involved in his case, and honestly, he didn't want to. What he went through happened and erasing that would have been worse than letting it exist.

"Here's your tea, Anaki," Yuzu said, and he reached out to take a cup and a saucer.

"Girls, I think your brother would like to rest. Why don't you go back for the night, and let him. Come back tomorrow, and you can spend the day with him," Isshin said gently.

"Oh. Okay, if that's what you want, Anaki," Yuzu said.

"Of course, it is," Karin said. "He's been through a lot today. Let's let him rest."

He sat the tea down on the table he knew was in front of him and then hugged each of his sisters as they got ready to go. He then drank the tea slowly, not in any real rush, but getting slightly anxious the longer he sat there without sight.

"You've done well," Isshin said.

Ichigo turned toward his father. "Do you think so?"

"I know so. You were strong and brave, and I think I know who to thank for that change in you," he said, patting his knee.

"What do you mean?" Ichigo frowned, tilting his head to the side.

Isshin sighed. "I know there's more to your relationship with Jūshirō and Shunsui than you're telling me."

Ichigo felt his cheeks heat, and he looked away. "Is it wrong?"

"Is it wrong?" Isshin asked, putting a hand on his back. "Oh, Ichigo, don't think I would every deny you love and affection, especially when the source is someone like Jūshirō and Shunsui."

Ichigo swallowed noisily and chewed his lip for a moment. "But things haven't progressed very far," he said, almost in a whisper.

"Progressed?" Isshin asked, a tone of questioning deep in his voice.

"I've been afraid. Of going farther than laying with them and kissing them."

Isshin was quiet for a short time. "Ichigo, do you want to go farther than that?"

"I do!" he answered immediately, balling his fists where they rested on his knees. "But I'm scared of it, too!"

"Ichigo, intimacy can be difficult after the abuse you faced," Isshin said, pulling Ichigo close to him and wrapping his arm around his back. "You were sexually tortured. You were horribly abused. If you never progress farther, it's okay."

"But I want more!" he said, feeling tears sliding down his face. "I want to feel what it's like when someone cares about me. What it feels like when someone loves me."

"You're in a hard place, son. But you can't rush this, or it will never come. I know that Shunsui and Jūshirō will take as long as you need," Isshin squeezed him tightly as he spoke.

"But what if I'm done waiting?" Ichigo said after he wiped away some tears that escaped the band on his eyes.

"Then tell them. If I know those two, they are waiting patiently for you to let them know that you are ready to take things further. They're not going to force you into anything you don't want, and I think you're well aware of that."

"But is it really okay? To want to have sex even though I had those things happen to me? Shujin and Omo will wait, I know that, but I get so wrapped up in my feelings toward them, I don't know what to do. I just want to love them, and feel it returned physically." Ichigo sighed.

"I promise, it is okay. Sex is not a bad thing, even though you went through a terrible ordeal that you may never heal from all the way. Your wants and desires matter. Even though you were mistreated, wanting physical intimacy with the ones you love is normal. So is taking control of your sexual desires. Many people who have been abused and assaulted go through these things, Ichigo. It's why Uryū and I want you to see a human therapist. Soul Society is good for you, but it doesn't offer the therapy you can get here." Isshin ran his hand over Ichigo's head. "Consider it."

Ichigo nodded and pushed to the front of the couch. "I'm ready to go back."

"Alright, let's go get Kon. He's up in your room," Isshin said.

-oooooo-

Jūshirō waited patiently as Ichigo came back. He stepped out into Soul Society, and locked eyes on him immediately.

"Shujin!" he said and practically ran toward him.

Jūshirō opened his arms, and Ichigo hugged him, completely heedless of who might be watching. Jūshirō blinked because Isshin had come with him and was watching with an amused grin. He didn't let go of Ichigo, mostly because Ichigo had him in a tight grip, but he felt the rush of heat to his cheeks. He didn't know how to explain such an action to Ichigo's father.

Isshin walked over before Ichigo let go and stepped back, grabbing Jūshirō by the hand as he did so. "It's okay, Jūshirō. Ichigo told me what was going on."

Jūshirō looked at him and saw that he was a little red faced himself. "He did?"

"Look, I just came to tell you and Shunsui that I'm leaving him in your care. He's not nearly as fragile as you think he is, however, and I think that his desire for intimacy is a good thing," Isshin put a hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "He's healing. That's the main thing, and he is going to think about a human therapist that's versed in the sort of trauma he's endured."

Jūshirō smiled, squeezing Ichigo's hand. "I'm glad you were able to speak your heart, Ichigo," he said.

"I love you and Omo, Shujin," Ichigo said, eyes wide and open, their strange golden iris shining in the light.

"And we love you deeply," Jūshirō said, cupping Ichigo's face and planting a kiss on his forehead. "I had no idea how much you would change my life when I found you with Renji in that bathtub. You've done some miraculous healing since then, and I know you will continue to do so."

"I'll see you soon, son," Isshin said, reaching in to hug him.

Ichigo hugged him back. "Soon, I'll be fine." He spoke in a bit of a cryptic manner at that statement. Isshin looked at him but nodded, glancing at Jūshirō.

"Can we go home, Shujin?" Ichigo asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Of course. I'm done at the division for the day, and Shunsui will be over soon," he said, taking his hand again and leading him back to his estate.

As they walked, Ichigo got close to him, hanging on his arm somewhat, and Jūshirō didn't mind, but he thought it was a new thing for him to do. He hadn't been so public with his affections thus far. They reached the house, and he asked to feed the koi, so they went to the pond and sat down beside it. Ichigo fed the koi and talked to them while Jūshirō sat and waited for Shunsui to arrive.

"There you are." He looked up to see Shunsui coming down the little hill to the pond.

"Omo!" Ichigo said, getting to his feet quickly and rushing to embrace him.

Jūshirō saw the slight shock on Shunsui's face, but he hugged him in return just the same. Jūshirō wondered if this had anything to do with him talking to his father, in addition to the matter of the trail. He had to guess, though, that the trail offered some closure.

"How did things go, Ichigo?" Shunsui said as he pushed Ichigo back.

Ichigo shrugged. "They tried to say it was consensual. But no one believed them. Iho, Owner's brother, plead a deal against the others that were there. He'll go to jail, and so will they," Ichigo explained.

Shunsui nodded and reached for Jūshirō's hand, helping him to his feet. "Let's go inside for dinner. I'm sure you're exhausted after all that," he said.

"It was tiring," Ichigo nodded.

They went in and had dinner. Jūshirō watched Ichigo carefully, hoping his mood didn't drop all of a sudden after the stress of the day. It didn't. It seemed he was focused on something, however. Jūshirō didn't know what it might be, but he guessed they were going to find out. Ichigo didn't keep things to himself for very long anymore. They finished dinner and put away the dishes and got dressed in their yukatas for bed. Ichigo seemed somewhat nervous about something, however, and kept twisting his hands together as they got ready for bed.

"Ichigo, are you okay? Is something bothering you?" Jūshirō asked as he sat down on the futon.

Ichigo stood there by the side of the futon and looked at first Jūshirō and then Shunsui. "I'm ready."

Both of the Shinigami blinked in slight confusion and stared at him. "Ready?" Shunsui asked as he sat down on the futon, leaving room in the middle for Ichigo as usual.

"I want to know Omo and Shujin's love."

Now, Jūshirō's eyes did go wide. Was he saying what he thought he was saying? Their love? Did he mean he was ready to progress to sexual activities with the two of them? Jūshirō felt his heart speed up and he looked at Shunsui who had a bemused grin on his face.

"Alright, then, Ichigo. Whatever you are ready for," Shunsui said.

Ichigo untied the obi at his waist and shrugged off the yukata, standing in front of them naked for the first time not related to bathing. He was obviously more than a little excited by the prospect, so Jūshirō had to guess that he knew what he wanted.

"If you are sure, Ichigo," Jūshirō said softly and patted the futon beside him. "Then, come, sit between us."

"I'm sure," Ichigo said softly, stepping to the middle of the futon and settling in between them. Shunsui reached over and slipped a hand up his leg, grabbing him firmly and stroking him. Ichigo moaned a little, eyes wide.

"If you want to stop, tell us and we'll stop," Shunsui said gently, leaning over and kissing his lips gently.

At least, it started gently. Ichigo reached up and grabbed Shunsui's head and initiated a passionate tangling of tongues and breath while Shunsui touched him. Jūshirō began rubbing his back, gently massaging his shoulders a little as he kissed Shunsui. Jūshirō leaned over and began to kiss his back and shoulders, sucking gently on the back of his neck and sliding his hands around, joining Shunsui in teasing and stroking Ichigo.

Ichigo moaned into Shunsui's mouth and then pulled back. "Omo, Shujin, please, I want to feel you inside me."

"That's a big step, Ichigo…" Shunsui said, surprising Jūshirō. He'd expected Shunsui to be the more forward of them.

"I know," Ichigo nodded, snuggling into Shunsui's hairy chest. "But I want it. I want to feel what it's like to be loved. I want to replace the bad memories with good ones. I want to push Owner out of my mind, and have it be filled only with the two of you."

Shunsui looked across Ichigo's head at Jūshirō. Jūshirō smiled and nodded his ascent. Shunsui smiled in response and then picked Ichigo up suddenly, pulling him to straddle his lap.

"Still, we'll take things slowly, my love." Shunsui leaned forward and began to kiss his throat.

"I'll retrieve the oil," Jūshirō said, standing and going to the dresser where he pulled a pot of creamy oil they used when they were together. It smelled of fragrant flowers and had a mildly tingling sensation when used.

When he got back, Shunsui had opened his yukata and was rubbing his own arousal against Ichigo's, and Ichigo was writhing on his lap. There was no sign of distress, he was instead quite blissfully pressing back against him.

"What do you want us to do, Ichigo?" Shunsui asked, taking then oil from Jūshirō.

"I want both Omo and Shujin," Ichigo said, looking up at Jūshirō with hooded eyes.

Shunsui chuckled. "Well, while it is ambitious of you to want to take both of us at one time, I think first we should start simpler. How about you take Shujin in your mouth, and I take you from behind," Shunsui asked him, caressing Ichigo's face, pausing to push his thumb in his mouth. Jūshirō could see he was sucking on it, and he had no trouble reaching his own state of arousal. Ichigo nodded, humming as he laved his tongue around Shunsui's thumb.

"Alright, then," Shunsui said. "On your hands and knees, then," he said gently.

Ichigo was reluctant to get up from where he was rubbing against Shunsui, but he did so, turning his ass toward Shunsui and looking up at Jūshirō with obviously hungry eyes. Jūshirō still wasn't really sure that Ichigo wouldn't stop them, but they would go as far as he wanted to go.

"Ichigo, I'll start by using the oil and rubbing against you, if you need me to stop, tell me," Shunsui said and Jūshirō watched as he took some oil from the jar and pressed a finger into Ichigo.

Jūshirō saw Ichigo tense a little, but then he seemed to relax and pressed back against Shunsui's hand. Shunsui worked a second finger in beside the first, thoroughly stretching the muscle to accept him.

"Hmm, Omo, please!" Ichigo said finally. "I want you inside me!"

"Are you sure you're okay with it?" he said, moving to his knees behind him.

Ichigo wriggled back against him and nodded. "Please!"

Jūshirō watched as Shunsui stroked himself with the oil and then pressed against Ichigo, slipping inside him completely with a couple short thrusts. Ichigo moaned loudly just then and then looked up with an open mouth at Jūshirō.

"Shujin!" he said. "Let me!" he was nearly drooling, Jūshirō noted.

Jūshirō opened the yukata and pressed his arousal to Ichigo's lips. He immediately began to lick and suck at the head, then he slowly began to lean forward to take more of him into his mouth. Jūshirō could feel every time Shunsui slowly thrust in and out of his body, sending shocks of pleasure through Ichigo's mouth as he would hum and moan around him. Jūshirō pressed forward a little more, wondering if he could take him all the way, and was surprised to feel his throat constrict on him as he slid into it.

For a moment, the image of Ichigo being forced to these things flashed in Jūshirō's mind, and he almost had to stop. He got ahold of himself, though because this was different. This was what Ichigo wanted, not something he was forced into doing. This was Ichigo's choice.

"Ichigo, love, you feel so good," Shunsui said softly, slowly thrusting into him in his lazy way. "You're so tight and hot inside. It feels good, doesn't it, Jūshirō? How's his mouth?"

Jūshirō swallowed and nodded. "Good, very good," he said, not able to articulate more as Ichigo did things with his tongue that were about to set him off.

"Oh, you've rendered Shujin nearly speechless, Ichigo. Next time, we'll switch positions, and I will take your mouth." He thrust several times in succession, making Ichigo moan around Jūshirō. "Yes, we'll do this as often as you desire, Ichigo."

Jūshirō was only partially paying attention to Shunsui. He often liked to talk during sex, while Jūshirō was often more silent. He thrust deeply into Ichigo's throat, finding no resistance. He avoided pressing on his head, fearing it might initiate panic. He didn't want that, so instead he rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his long hair.

"Ichigo, I don't think I'll last," Jūshirō said, panting. "I can't…"

Instead of slowing or stopping, Ichigo only increased his ministrations and began sucking harder on Jūshirō and swallowing him even deeper. Jūshirō gasped and grabbed his head in the moment and bucked sharply into him, releasing deep in his throat. Ichigo sucked him dry and Jūshirō pulled back, falling to a seated position from his knees, panting.

Ichigo watched him, licking his lips a little, then moaned deeply as Shunsui's lazy thrusts began to speed up. Shunsui leaned over him and reached a hand under him, jerking him gently in time with the pounding thrusts he was giving him from behind. Ichigo wasn't making sense, just a litany of "more," "deeper," and moans.

"Come for me, Ichigo," Shunsui said after a few moments, and Ichigo did, gasping out and whimpering as he came in Shunsui's hand.

Shunsui groaned and thrust a couple times, and Jūshirō recognized his face when he came, filling Ichigo with his own essence. He pulled back, wiping his hand on the yukata as he slipped out of it completely.

"That's soiled," he said, tossing it aside. "But I think I caught everything in my hand, so the futon isn't dirtied."

Ichigo was sitting on his knees and looked up at Shunsui. Shunsui cupped his face. "Are you okay, Ichigo?"

Ichigo nodded. "I'm fine," he whispered. "Tired but fine."

"Then, we should sleep since we've had our fun," Jūshirō said and got an extra blanket from the cabinet. "Slide in bed, Ichigo."

Ichigo nodded, climbing unclothed into the middle of the futon. Shunsui spooned him from behind, also going without clothing. Of course, that's why Jūshirō got the extra blanket. He slid in on his side, facing Ichigo. He rubbed a hand on his face.

"You're sure you're alright?" he asked.

"Thank you, Omo, Shujin." He smiled. "I have a good memory to replace the bad ones, now."