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TAKESHI AND MOMO

PART 2

Takeshi pulled Captain Unohana inside after he had laid Momo in the hospital bed the next morning. His Lieutenant had held on to his sleeve for a few moments before finally releasing him, and his heart had nearly broke.

That morning, when she found him sitting beside the bed, watching her, she had immediately looked him over and found his injured hand. She had been upset that he had hurt himself in such away. It had made him smile as he reached for her with his un-injured hand and cupped her face. He didn't kiss her, though he wanted too. Now knowing the truth of what had happened, he doubted she would have welcomed it.

"She seems un-injured, and in fact, more receptive of you. Why did you bring her here?" Retsu asked when they were out of Momo's earshot.

"Momo told me last night that she had sexual relationships with Aizen. I had convinced her, that for the night, we should put everything aside and just take pleasure in each others bodies. When I was. . .preparing her, we discovered she was a virgin. That's when she told me it was impossible, that she had Aizen had been intimate. I managed to calm her down, and we set to making love again." Takeshi murmured, then looked away, uncomfortable at that moment. "She was awake and thinking about it. She was certain she had sex with Aizen. Those thoughts woke me up. I didn't punish or even lash out at her. I talked with her, because it was so real to her. . . He had used his zanpakuto to make other men look like him, and they had all. . .taken her from. . .they. . ."

"I think I understand what you are saying." Retsu spoke softly. "She isn't taking it well, is she?"

"She now understands that Aizen is not the men she thought he was. She is being forced to confront all the things she has thus far denied. Worse though, she is left with the knowledge that he made her out to be a whore, in some faction. I held her while she vomited and cried last night." Takeshi murmured, turning his gaze to Momo.

As if sensing it, Momo looked back at him and held her hand out. Takeshi excused himself from Retsu and made his way to his little bride, taking her hand within his easily. "You okay?"

Momo gave a shrug of her shoulder and glanced around the room. "I feel weird being here, knowing that the only injury I am suffering from is a good crack in my hard head, and a broken heart. All together, its all mental. I've turned into a mental patient."

Takeshi smiled at her gently and squeezed her hand. "It's okay. What we learned last night, as horrible as it is, is a step to the positive." His smile slid from his face. "Momo, this changes nothing between us. I still want you, forever. Just. . .no punishment, unless you really want it."

"Why would I ask for that?" Momo asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

Takeshi glanced to Retsu, who immediately took her cue and left. Then, with another glance, he found a chair just feet behind him. He released her hand to grab it and drag it closer to the bed, then set down. Immediately though, he had her hand again.

"What I have done thus far, Momo, has been punishment. However, there are ways to feel pain, but perceive it as pleasure. It can be very enjoyable to both the. . .submissive, and dominate. A good dominate will always take care of their submissive, and never push them past their limits. There are rules, safe words, signs that can be used by both parties. It would be my greatest pleasure to introduce you to that world one day, if you'd let me."

Momo's eyes were wide as she stared at him. "People want to get hurt? That's just. . .sick."

Takeshi averted his eyes, his hand loosening in hers for only a moment. "It takes a certain. . .flavor to do it."

Momo bit her lip, realizing that she had hurt him with her words. 'Is that something he enjoys? Was that a normal part of his sex life before he got chained to me? Is he being denied his own pleasure by not being able to do that? Oh Gods, what if he didn't enjoy himself last night. . .'

Takeshi was so used to slipping into her mind, he was shocked at her thoughts. He just squeezed her hand a little tighter. He wanted to just keep listening.

'But. . .thinking of doing. . .it, is so terrifying right now. What if. . .what if I can never do it again?' At the end of that thought, Momo let out a little choked sob.

Takeshi pulled her off the bed and into his arms immediately, cradling her against his chest.

"We'll be okay, Momo. We'll be fine."

"Let me get this straight, just because Lieutenant Hinamori has finally figured out what we've been telling her all along, you want me to give you permission to not be intimate with her until she is ready? Even though you had intimate relationships last night?" Captain Yamamoto said, peering up at Takeshi from under his thick brows. "You honestly expect me to say yes, when I have Captain Soi Fon always crawling down my throat about not even being into men, and that I should allow her to be excluded. Captain Kurotsuchi says I should excuse him because he can 'make his own children'. Lastly, Captain Zaraki claims there aren't any women strong enough to hold his interest, or even by able to with stand his brute force and nature!"

Takeshi took a deep breath, and forced himself to count to ten before responding. "It is not that Momo realizes that she was wrong. She knows this, she accepts it, and is more worried about what others think of her. What is wrong is that she was led to believe she was having sexual relations with a man she thought loved her and her, him. Instead, it was men he made to look like himself by means of illusion, and had them lay with Momo. Had he not extended more power to make all those men's dick sizes the same, she may have never known! Once more, every man that took her did so anally. She thought she was a woman by all means, to find herself a virgin on her wedding night!"

"I think if we force the sexual relationship at this very moment, it could do more damage than good. Momo could regress. Not that she would regress into loving Aizen again, but that she will hide herself from Takeshi. She has made leaps and bounds overnight. You should have seen her reaching out to him today." Retsu interrupted before the Captain Commander could respond. "Forcing the issue of sex could end up resulting as 'rape' within her own mind."

"It wasn't rape when she thought she was sleeping with Aizen either. She willing went into that bed. It's unfortunate that she was handled in such a way. However, she shouldn't be taking it like she's the victim. I believe she's doing this to get out of her marital duty. The answer is no. You will continue to have sex every night until she is with child." Yamamoto ordered, slamming his cane down.

Takeshi snarled and took a step forward, ready to fight the old man, but Retsu put a calming hand on his arm. "I humbly ask you reconsider. You asked me to keep an eye on these two, and I am telling you, Captain Yamamoto, that this is not a good idea. She needs a gentle and guiding hand right now. A friend. She doesn't need what will result in another torture in her confused mind." She began softly. "With the stress that could come from that, the chances of her getting pregnant, or being able to carry a child, are very slim."

"You are dismissed." Yamamoto said softly, his hard gaze unchanging. "I expect news of Lieutenant Hinamori's pregnancy within three months, or we'll look into a replacement for you, Captain Takeshi. Obviously, you don't take your job serious."

Takeshi lunged forward again, this time managing to grab a hold on Yamamoto's jacket, and lifted the old man. "Listen closely, old man. Whatever bad happens from this, is solely at your feet. I will blame you, and if my wife leaves me, I will kill you for it. More importantly, its Lieutenant Maki, now." He released the Captain Commander and backed away, his eyes flat and cold.

Retsu put a hand on his arm, and led him from the room.

"Captain Yamamoto seriously won't give us any reprieve?" Momo asked, her eyes wide. "B-b-but. . ."

"I know, sweetling." Takeshi murmured, cupping her face in his massive hand, and smoothing his thumb over her cheekbone. "We'll just have to make this work though. It can be just like last night. Just us, no worries."

"It won't be that easy." Retsu sighed, entering the room with several charts in her hand. "While we were away, I had Lieutenant Maki write down everything she remembered. We also did this right after Aizen's betrayal. There is differences now. The differences being that all the things she suppressed, are coming to the front of her mind now. More details, even things she didn't remember from the first time."

"You feel like as time goes on, she's going to end up remembering everything, but only, the truth this time." Takeshi asked.

Retsu nodded. "Lieutenant Maki's memories of her rape are quickly becoming the most vivid."

Takeshi sighed and turned to look at his bride. Tears clung to her lashes, and she closed her eyes in shame when his reached hers. "I'm sorry. I've been nothing but trouble to you. I bet you regret coming to the Seireitei now."

Takeshi made sure she was looking at him again, and he gave her his best smile, teeth gleaming and eyes full of his love. "I regret nothing Momo. . .except maybe tearing up those cute little panties you had with the hearts. . ."

A blush stained his wives face, and Retsu turned her head and coughed to cover up her laughter.

"I swear to you Momo, we'll get through this. We will do what the old man asks of us. . .and do it anyways we possible can." Takeshi's smile faded to barely there as he told her this, but he made sure to hold her eyes. "I won't hurt you anymore Momo."

"Momo. . .I'll say what Captain Maki here cannot. Yamamoto isn't going to let you two get away with not fulfilling your. . .duties. If you begin to have some panic attack during sex, Takeshi will most likely have to hold you down and finish. . .no matter how much he hates the thought of doing that. He can't stop every time you scream or cry." Retsu murmured, her eyes unreadable, yet her voice spoke how upset she was. "I want you to keep a journal. Every morning when you wake up, right everything down that happened during sex. If you enjoyed it, there was something he did that you liked, if you began to panic, how he responded, and overall, how you feel at that moment. Not what you felt last night. Okay? I will read these, and me only."

Momo blinked back tears and nodded, her hands wadding up the sheets laid over her lap.

Takeshi cleared his throat and stood slowly. "Let's get you home, okay? Its near dark and. . .we must begin tonight. If we are lucky, it won't take long for you to become pregnant with our child. Then, we will have plenty of time to help you."

Momo allowed him to lift her up into his arms and cradle her against his chest, taking the blankets with him.

"I'll have these blankets returned to you tomorrow." Takeshi told Retsu as he turned to her.

"That is fine. Good luck Takeshi, good luck Lieutenant Maki." Retsu told the pair as they turned to leave, briefly touching Takeshi on his arm though.

Momo kept her eyes on Takeshi's face as he walked them from the Squad Four barracks and back to the Fifth's. His face betrayed nothing, as often was like that when him when he was thinking. However, the only thing she could think of though, was Captain Unohana's casual touch to her husband. Had they always been like that? The two seemed to be able to communicate without words, only eyes. That was sort of intimate, wasn't it?

Were they intimate? What if Takeshi and Retsu had been lovers and Captain Yamamoto had refused to let them marry? What if Takeshi had settled on her when she was presented? Was that the case?

Or. . .what if he had turned to Retsu for companionship when she was so harshly rebuking him at every turn?

She bit her lip in worry and decided to look away from him. Too many thoughts were running through her mind to allow her eyes to rest on him. He might look back and see everything she thought.

Did Captain Unohana give him the true release he needed? Was she his. . .submissive?

All too soon, the barracks came into view. The whole Squad was out front, apparently awaiting their return though, because they cheered upon seeing the two of them.

"We are glad to see you're okay Momo!"

"What happened Lieutenant?"

"Do we need to kicks someone's butt for you, Hinamori-san?"

The calls came again and again.

"Guys, she had a little spell last night. I simply took her in to see Captain Unohana to make sure everything was okay. She stayed there so long because she was only allowed to leave with me, and I ended up having to go to a meeting with Captain Yamamoto. We appreciate the concern, but Momo-chan is fine." Takeshi called to the group. "So off to bed with the lot of you so I can get her to bed as well!"

The group grumbled, called me sentiments, and then finally dispersed to go to bed. The Squad had fallen for their new captain, Captain Maki, within a week. He wasn't afraid of their fear, scorn, or pushing him through his paces. He treated them with respect, asked their opinions, and made time to talk to every member, no matter how high or low ranked they were. He seemed to have also have memorized everyone's file, because he had greeted many members with birthday wishes, or even inquired about spouses or children they might have had.

Takeshi walked them to his. . .no, their room. He didn't bother turning on any lights as he carefully set her on her feet and unbound her from the blankets she had wrapped about her. Then, he touched her collar bone, his fingers just laid there, scorching her skin, but he did nothing more.

He breathed in deeply before murmuring, "I would feel a lot better about all of this, sweetling, if you would undress yourself." She watched him swallow hard. "Take your time."

Momo's hand were shaking as she reached to untie the belt holding her hakama's up, but she couldn't do it. She fumbled, and tried, When he tried to reach for her, to help even a little, the panic attack began.

Takeshi leaned his head against the toilet seat, the cool porcelain welcome against his heated flesh. He had emptied his stomach of everything he possibly could, and then more. He had always known that the kind of sex he was into, in some eyes, might be wrong. His partner had always been willing though.

Having to strip Momo of her clothing, prepare her, and then. . .fuck her, because it wasn't love making. . .hadn't been easy at all. He had to restrain her, often pinning her against the bed using his own weight, while one of his large hands held her arms above her head in a strong grip.

She had cried, sobbed, and begged. . .but Retsu had been ordered to confirm that they had been intimate every morning. She would come into their room, check Momo, before she could even dress or bathe for the day.

Takeshi's stomach rolled again, but there was nothing left. He took in a shuddering breath and slowly let it out, trying to calm down.

He never wanted to do that again. He had still managed to make her wet, and accepting of him as he had taken her body, going slow enough to not hurt her, but fast enough to try and get the whole thing done with. Not that it mattered, as soon as he had released, she had rolled onto her side, clutching her stomach and curling into a small ball. She was in near shock, and whimpered and cringed whenever he touched her.

One look into her mind now showed her recovering memories. . .replaced with his face instead of a faceless one.

He slumped back, his head hitting the tile floor hard, and he didn't care. He would let her have the bed, he'd sleep in the floor. He didn't want to leave her alone to her own room, afraid she'd hurt herself. . .

"Add rape to your many sins, Takeshi Maki. It can go up there right with killing the first woman you loved." He muttered to himself, before rolling onto his side and crawling pitifully into the shower and making sure the water was near boiling hot. He had to wash away the filth he felt. . .

No matter how hard he scrubbed though, it didn't go away, but his blood made an appearance. Still, he didn't stop.

He only stopped when tears blurred his vision and he couldn't see anything anymore. A sob crawled up his throat and he shoved his fist against his mouth to hold it in, not wanting to wake up Momo. She was hurting enough without him adding guilt.

The guilt was his alone.

He wished he had fought harder. He wished he was strong enough to take her and run away. They'd catch him though, and then he'd lose her forever.

FOUR WEEKS LATER

Takeshi walked through the many vendor stalls, looking for the perfect gift for Momo. Their. . .sex hadn't gotten any better. By day, she was trying, so hard, to make his suffering easier. . .but he couldn't touch her without her starting to cry, sometimes, without even realizing it.

She flinched when he was too close, all the time. So, even when they were walking through training with the Squad. Now, the Squad was worried about Momo, and a few had even began to ask him questions. What did he say? Something like: Oh, she realized that Aizen was raping her, well, not her, but men that looked like him. She started to go into shock upon realizing that. Yamamoto refused to give us a break from our sex life until we could get her the help she needed. Now, she has panic attacks, and on order, I have to rape her?

Yeah, that would go over great.

A lot of them backed off though, because Takeshi's physical appearance was starting to show his stress. His muscles were as large as ever, because he did nothing but work out until he had to join Momo in the bedroom. His weight though, had dropped, making the muscles stand out in sharp contrast. His face was more harsh, making his normal 'evil looking' appearance seem even more real. He had taken to barely caring for himself, only bathing and brushing his hair to keep up his appearance. For a while, he hadn't shaved. It was only until Momo managed to voice that the scratchiness hurt, that he took to making sure he was clean shaven too.

He sighed as he finally settled on a stall with jewelry. When he could get her to talk to him, she had mentioned that she had wanted to pierce her ears, but never did. So, he wanted to buy her some earring. . .something else too. Maybe a necklace?

He found joint sets of necklaces and earrings and began to scan them. He nearly panicked when he found two sets he liked. . .but which one would Momo like?

He glanced at the stall vendor and found it was ran by a man. . .which would be of no help to him. He needed a woman to help.

He turned to glance around, his eyes immediately settling on the Captain's jacket just across the way. Byakuya Kuchiki. With him, a largely pregnant woman, who was simply beautiful. She didn't compare to his Momo though.

He approached them, feeling the dislike radiating off of Byakuya immediately. Their were rumors, about him, of course. With Momo's recent behavior, people had noticed. They weren't told though. They could only guess as to what was going on.

"Captain Maki, this is my wife, Masami." Byakuya introduced, his eyes like glaciers as they focused in on him.

"An honor, Lady Kuchiki. I was actually hoping your wife might help me. There is two sets of necklaces and earrings at that stall there, and I was hoping a woman might help me make a better choice." Takeshi said with a smile, pointing at a stall behind him.

"I would love to help." Masami beamed. Despite Byakuya's warnings, there was something immensely likeable about the man.

Takeshi led her to a table where he pointed out two beautiful necklaces he thought about buying his wife.

"What kind of girl is she?" Masami asked the Captain.

"She's. . .beautiful. Quiet, soft spoken, gentle. . .pure." Takeshi whispered. And while his words where beautiful and spoke of a pure devotion, the look on his face spoke of pain and misery.

". . .This one." Masami whispered at last, pointing at the simpler of the two necklaces with emeralds.

Takeshi bowed his hand in thanks before taking his purchase and leaving. He wanted to get back to Momo and give the gift to her. . .He wondered briefly if he should wait until after they had to. . .But he decided not to, thinking it would be too much like those horribly abusive husbands that buys gifts as ways of apologizing.

He flashed stepped his way back to her, finding her sitting at the table in his private room, drinking tea.

"Momo." He murmured, sitting on the opposite of her, and slumping, trying to draw in his massive size, to look smaller.

Her haunted eyes found him, and she swallowed. "I went to Captain Unohana today. I'm not pregnant. She's putting me on some drugs that should help me get pregnant faster. If all goes well, within a. . .a month, I could be pregnant."

"That's. . .that's wonderful, Momo. I'm sorry that it hasn't happened yet. Maybe I should look into something too? Couldn't hurt to know if it bettered our chances, right?" He suggested softly.

Momo shrugged, looking back into her tea cup. She was eating, because she knew if she starved herself, there would be no baby. The better she took care of herself, the better chances of pregnancy. She told him this one morning while she mechanically ate the breakfast he had brought to her.

It had driven a blow harder than any sword could do.

"I bought you something today." Takeshi murmured, sliding the box toward her. "It's our. . .we've been married a month."

Momo glanced up at him from under her lashes and slowly reached toward the box. She pulled it toward her and slowly opened the lid. The gasp that left her lips was sweet to him, and he savored it as she touched the jewelry with trembling hands.

"It's beautiful." She whispered, lifting the necklace out. With a few tries, she managed to clasp it on.

She glanced down at the earrings then back at him.

"If you ever decide you want to get them pierced, you'll have a pair to already wear once they heal up." He told her simply. "It looks beautiful on you."

She reached up and carefully took the necklace off, putting it back in the box. "Thank you. . .Takeshi. I'm sorry I didn't think to. . ."

"Just tell me happy anniversary. It will be enough. And maybe a smile. I would die for one of those right now." He told her honestly.

Momo's smile was small, weak, but she whispered, "Happy anniversary, Takeshi."

He smiled in return, then glanced away. "Momo. Tonight. . . I wish all of this was different."

"We all do, Takeshi. I wish I could. . .forgot what happened to me. Would that really fix us though? I am past my feelings for Aizen. I. . .don't hate him. There were times that he was just the man that I thought he was. I know now though, that it doesn't make up for the evil he has done. It was never Gin's fault. . .I just didn't want to ruin the perfect image in my head. What should have been the most. . .important moment in a young woman's life, was tainted by knowing that several men took a part of me. I don't know if they knew , or if they were under the illusions like I was." She murmured. "I wish I could forget that. . .but would it really help? I've spent the past month, terrified. Would all of that have to be erased. If all I could remember was the moment leading up until my wedding night, would we be okay?"

"Even if it could help. . .I wouldn't want it done. Not because I don't want you to have help or be whole. . .but because I think you can get over this. I know it will be better once you are not forced to. . .be with me. I think the baby, with the length of the birth, the nursing, and making sure he or she is well off before we try again. Its enough time. Captain Unohana would be there for you. . .I would be there in any way I can. And if you feel up to it before its time to have a second child. . .it will be on your terms." He murmured.

He rose form his seat and moved toward the door. "Take the rest of the day off, Momo. Just relax and try not to think about tonight."

She nodded and sipped her cool tea, grimacing and sliding the cup away from herself.

He left her like that, planning on going to work out.

Takeshi stripped down until he was only wearing is hakama's, and pulled out his zanpakuto.

He took a deep breath and let it out slow, connecting with his swords spirit. The demon looked back at him, the sorrow in his eyes just as real as his own.

She's pulling away from her own Zanpakuto. Tobiume is alone, and worse, afraid of me. I cannot get to her sword's spirit anymore than your own wife. It's a lonely and painful existence. Tobiume runs at the sight of me. His sword spirit whispered to him in his mind.

Takeshi focused on the massive black shape, larger than Captain Komamura, and when wanted, as terrifying as any real life demon when unleashed. Ai no Akuma had terrified him the first time he had wielded him.

That same blade had taken the life of the first woman he had ever loved. . .who tried to kill him for a bounty that had long since expired. She wasn't. . .smart enough to realize that.

When she came at him, ready to take his head, he hadn't moved. His sword though, had a mind of its own, and exited its sheath and sailed through the air, impaling the woman. He had achieved his shikai only days later, with her blood still staining the blade. It took him almost two hundred years to reach Bankai. All with a blade that he never quite remembered getting. It was his, he belonged to it. . .and they just accepted that.

You had your one night of happiness. Grasp to that. Things will change. I know. . .

"I am glad you are so certain of the future." Takeshi whispered, focusing on his breathing exercises, while his body didn't move at all. Still as death, giving nothing away that an enemy could use to predict his movements. "I think you just want a baby sword running around in a decade or two."

We all want things we can't have. His sword replied thoughtfully. But I have always known such things. Like how I know that I will no always be your Ai no Akuma.

Takeshi faltered and opened his eyes, the image of his sword's spirit fading away. "What do you mean?"

When Takeshi finally made it into the bedroom, he found Momo asleep, looking so peaceful curled up under the blankets. He had no choice but to wake her, but he cursed everyone he could before he approached her. He went ahead and removed his clothing, sighing as he went ahead and began tugging on his flaccid cock, attempting to arouse it.

It was getting harder to do with each passing day. Every time she turned her head away, making no sounds as he moved above her, he had to fight to keep himself hard, while trying to please her too.

He knew Momo's silent acceptance of it was partially because it was a repeated event, and partially because she had given up. There was nothing she, or he could do. Even with his pleasing her body though, it was dirty. They both knew it, and no one could argue against that or the way the felt when they came away from having sex.

He placed one knee on the bed, and he watched her eyes flutter open. Immediately upon focusing on him, he watched the wariness fill them, and she already turned her head away.

He swallowed, keeping on hand on his cock, stroking it to keep it hard, while his other hand moved the blankets down, relieved that she was wearing a short night dress, and no under garments. She had been doing this lately, as a way to cut down time.

"Did you take the fertility drugs?" He asked, trying his hardest to will her to look at him.

She nodded, still not looking at him, but clenching her fists tightly.

Takeshi brought his other hand down, lifting her night dress, and gently parted her folds with a finger. Getting her aroused. . .wasn't easy. However, her body seemed to realize that it was needed now. . .maybe it was just used to it now, but she was already getting wet.

He glanced up at her, a bitterness filling him as he watched the first tear fall from her eye, and onto the pillow that her head rested.

It would always be this way as long as they had to do this.

Momo watched as Takeshi stumbled from the bed on shaky legs, immediately going into the bathroom as he always did, closing the door. She hated that he could take a bath immediately while she had to wait until Captain Unohana came in, confirmed that they had sex, and gave her a quick check for the possibility she had finally become pregnant.

While she showered, Captain Unohana would read her journal that she was keeping about the love making. Often, and as of late, she simply would write: It's the same thing. When I turn the lights off, that is when he comes. He does his duty, then leaves me. I won't see him until the next morning when he brings me breakfast.

The first two weeks had been filled with accurate accounts, down to physical and mental reactions. She wrote about her orgasms that shamed her, and how Takeshi still took care of her, despite the fact it bothered him.

She rolled over onto her side, waiting for sleep to claim her as it always did. Except. . .what was that noise?

Momo set up, bringing the blankets with her to cover her nakedness.

She could hear the shower going, and normally fell asleep to the sound of it. She never listened closely to it, still upset that she had to lay in their. . .filth until the next day. Now though, she heard. . .retching?

She stumbled up from the bed, approaching the door, then pressing herself against it.

This time, she was sure. He was throwing up in there.

She backed away, a little hurt. . .and then angry. Why was he throwing up? He wasn't the one being violated! He wasn't the one, hurting so bad emotionally that he wondered why he was even alive! Why was he vomiting when she had held her food and disgust in?

She threw the door open, her anger finally going to be unleashed.

Takeshi spun, facing her, with a pale face and tears.

"How dare you!" Momo spat. "I have to lay beneath you as you have your way with me, ordered or not. I have to take that every day until I get pregnant, and I heard Captain Unohana state that if I don't get pregnant within this next month on the drugs, that they will be upping how many times we have sex a day. I feel dirty, and used. But I haven't once ran away, vomiting. Yet you, YOU! You are in here, throwing up, like you're the victim! I don't have a choice in any of this!"

All the while, she had stalked closer, until she was striking at him with her fists in feeble little blows.

Takeshi caught her arms, and stood, uneasily, dragging her with him toward the running shower.

"I have to make you clean." He whispered, his voice hoarse from throwing up. "Have to take that. . .have to clean my sin off of you."

Momo struggled to get out of his strong and nearly bruising grip, having no luck. When he pulled her into the shower, she yelped in pain as the burning water washed over her.

"Let me go, Takeshi! It's to hot! It's hurting me!" She cried, again, trying to get away.

Takeshi spun around, facing her, his face a mask of anguish as he knelt before her, making them closer in height, and blocking out the scorching water.

"I can't eat, I can't sleep." He whispered, reaching for some soap and lathering up in his hands. "I can't get that haunted look in your eyes out of my mind. I try so hard during the day to make you happy, to see the smallest smile, and feel like I can't do anything good enough. I want to make myself so worthy of you, and yet, everyday I only see that I am your own personal hell. . .which makes me my own as well."

His ran his hands over her, cleaning over body, and for once, his touch didn't scare her or make her skin crawl. She didn't cry.

She just watched her powerful captain, on his knees before her, crying.

It was in that moment, she was reminded again of how selfish she could be. She selfishly clung to. . .him, and now, she selfishly placed all the blame on her husband, leaving him alone to deal with something that shouldn't have been.

"I see this dirt on me, and I scrub my skin until I bleed. . .I can't get clean." He whispered, bring his hands to clean the evidence of the sex they had earlier.

"Captain Unohana has to-" Momo began, trying to stop him.

"Retsu will cover for us." He whispered, continue to clean between her legs. "I know she will. All you have to do is ask."

"Why don't you talk to her. . .since you're friendly enough to go by first names." Momo snapped.

Takeshi stopped his cleaning of her and looked at her as he sat back on legs completely, bringing their height completely even. . .nearly. Maybe an inch off. His head was lowered though, so he was looking up at her through his lashes spiked from the water. He was studying her intently, only his eyelids fluttering every few seconds to give away that he was still. . .aware?

"Are you jealous?" He asked at last.

Momo bit her lip and turned her head away, embarrassed that in this moment, when they were reaching a point like this. . .she had to bring jealousy into it. She had already laid all the blame at his feet and accused him of evil acts. . .now she had to go and be petty.

"Are you, Momo? Are you jealous of my friendship with Retsu?" He asked now, still studying her throw his eyelashes.

"Are you only friends?" Momo asked. Before he could answer, she pressed on. "You two seem to hold entire conversations in one glance. You often can do something the other hasn't even thought of doing yet. You are friendly enough to call each other by your first names, and she touches you. Does she give you the kind of sex you like? I can't satisfy you enough to. . .not that we are a true active couple but. . ."

Takeshi lifted his head, regarding her with empty eyes, and waiting until he knew she was done.

"When you have to speak your every sin and regret to someone, they quickly become your friend. Or, it seems that way to me. Retsu knows what I've done to you, and she knows what I am forced to do to you. I talk to her as much as I can, because I walk on a thread. . .I'm ready to snap, Momo. As for her touching me. . .I think she knows I need that touch. It's nothing sexual, its just a touch." Takeshi explained with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Could you change the water temperature. It's too hot." Momo whispered, turning her gaze from him again.

Takeshi turned away, coming to settle his weight on his knees again as he stretched to reach the taps, adjusting the temperature to a more comfortable level. He settled back down, waiting for Momo to make the next move.

Slowly, she moved toward him until her feet touched his knees. Still, there was over a feet between there upper bodies. . .She was fine with that though. Here, in the light, she could look. She could see. This really wasn't one of the faceless men from her nightmares. . .Sure, Takeshi's face had replaced their empty faces for a while. . .but her subconscious quickly took him out of the 'true bad guy' category. They were empty faces in her nightmares again.

This man though. . .On her wedding night, he had taken care of her. Despite his sheer size, of every bit of him, and not just his sexual parts, had terrified her. He didn't hurt her though. He had cradled her throughout the whole sexual encounter, filled up every part of her with. . .something. She had felt. . .okay in that moment. With one forgotten but dredged up memory though, she ruined it all. She should have let the thought just float on, but she grasped it and had to poke at it until it finally bit her. . .and him in turn.

She lifted her hand, touching his cheek, and finally cupping it, as he liked to do to her.

Takeshi nuzzled his cheek against her small hand, while his own hands twitched to hold her against him. He wouldn't move though, not until she told him too.

He watched her breathing, deep breathes, and they all exited shakily.

"I'm sorry." Momo whispered at last, blinking back her tears. She had cried enough. If she cried now though, she was more afraid he'd think she was going to break again. "I haven't been a very good wife."

"I wouldn't expect you to be, since I spent my first month beating you into submission, then this last month. . . You have nothing to apologize for, Momo. I thought I had broken your spirit as of recently. I felt like mine was breaking with it." Takeshi admitted, letting his knees split apart, and nearly sighing when she moved closer, now leaving only a few scant inches between them. "Know this though. I said it the first day we met, and I want to say it now. A little different though: As your Captain, and husband, I will never lie to you. I love you, sweetling. I want to make this work, however we can. Whatever chance you will give me."

Momo allowed herself to move a little closer still, until she was forced to put her other arm around his shoulders and her breasts pressed into him. Her hips, stomach, and womanhood were pressed against the hard ridge of muscle that was his stomach and felt. . .desire.

She took a shaky breath before she pressed her lips to his. "Kiss me please. . .hold me."

His arms locked around her immediately, and rocked them as they sipped from each others lips.

This was there first real kill as a couple. Yes, they had kissed on their wedding night, but it wasn't like this. Then, it was about relaxing, and getting used to each other. Now, it was about learning.

"Momo." He murmured, as she pulled away. He worried he had done something wrong, or maybe this was her revenge. He would deserve it.

"Sorry." She said with a little smile that had his heart fluttering. "But I. . .really want to wash your hair." The blush that stained her cheek was charming, beautiful, and she didn't look like the scared young woman had had known for so long. She looked like that girl who was in the picture that he kept on him whenever he was away from her. "It was. . .the first thing that I began to really like about you. I always wanted to run my fingers through it, but was too afraid too."

Takeshi reached behind him and grabbed the single bottle of shampoo that was his. Momo continued to shower in her room, liking that small bit of independence she could have in what used to be her room.

Momo took the bottle, and moved back, motioning him to follow her.

Takeshi walked forward on his knees until he was before her again. His wife walked around him, every bit a woman in that moment, and ran her hands through his hair, after setting the shampoo bottle down for a moment.

"When we are done here. . .Maybe you can show me the proper way to. . .make love?" She suggested, lifting the heavy, wet hair away from his back. "Leave this down."

Takeshi carried Momo from the bathroom, with her still wrapped in a large towel, and he being completely dry, using his spiritual pressure to dry fast. His throat felt tight, and his head was spinning at the thought of making love, actually making love, to his wife. Not 'raping' her. Not her crying and sobbing until he was done.

Just the two of them, learning each other again, and trying to fix something that was almost beyond repair.

He laid her gently on the bed, all while never straightening, because she refused to release his hair. He grinned down at her, as the rest of it slipped over his shoulder, laying against her naked skin as the towel slipped away from her.

She gave it a tug, and he moved down, resting his weight on the bed slowly. She must have thought he was taken to long, because she gave another tug, this one hard enough to leave a burn in his scalp. He gave a groaned, enjoying it.

The surprise was obvious on her face, before she got a little grin of her own, bringing an arm around his upper shoulders, pushing him toward her for a kiss.

As their lips did a dance almost a little more intimate than the act itself, she roughly ran her nails down his back.

Takeshi bucked his hips against her, giving her another groan of pleasure.

"You said you could teach me to enjoy pain. . .but you enjoy it yourself." Momo whispered, breaking the kiss.

"A good dominate would never do anything to their submissive that they wouldn't be willing to do on themselves. Well, unless it isn't any kind of danger to their submissive." Takeshi murmured, his eyes a little glazed. "I think, my sweetling, that you will be on top in this bout of love making. You want to be in charge, give me a little pain, and I am more than happy to give it to you."

He rolled until Momo was on top of him, straddling his stomach, and looking unsure of herself.

"Make love to me Momo. Tell me what you want me to do to you, and I will." He told her softly.

He watched her eyes flicker around quickly before she, with a heavy blush, whispered lowly, "Could you. . .use your mouth on me? Would you?"

Takeshi groaned, his hips lifting slightly on their own, before he forced himself to gaze at her again. His eyes burned her as he said harshly, "Come to me sweetling. Straddle my face."

She did, slowly, and gasped when he brought his hands to her hips, holding her still as he kissed her nether lips the way he kissed her normally.

She mewed, cried out, gasped, and had many orgasms while he held her still, not letting her leave him just yet.

Momo couldn't take it anymore and gasped, "I want to make love to you. Next time, next time you can show me how to please you but. . ."

Takeshi released her, his eyes glowing almost like rubies as he followed her movements as she moved down his body until she straddled his hips. . .and unable to comfortably straddle him due to his sheer size. She looked embarrassed, when she realized this wouldn't be easy.

"Kneel on me." He told her.

"I won't be able to take all of you in if we-" Momo began.

"I never go all the way in you anyways Momo. You are so very small." He told her. "I will be pleased, don't worry about that."

Momo bit her lip before doing as he ordered, coming up onto her knees while holding his thick manhood. She had never paid real attention to this part of him, and now she wondered how he had fit at all. Her fingers couldn't wrap around him, and he was thicker than her wrist. . . Not that it wasn't a difficult feat to be thicker than her slim wrist.

She sank down on him slowly, her eyes flickering to his face and enjoying the look of pure rapture that spread across his face as his eyes slid closed.

She took as much of him in as she could from that position, then began to lift her hips again. She did this again, and again, slowly picking up face. She planted her hands on his muscled chest and on all fours, was able to pick up the pace.

He didn't touch her, because he had wrapped his hands around the head board, to keep from taking control.

Momo knew that he must have never have given full control like this to someone before. She lifted slightly, holding her upper body weight on her arms so she could look into his eyes.

He held her gaze, his lips parted as he panted in pleasure, but they turned into a smile none the less.

"I love you." He whispered. At that moment, Momo's knee slipped, and she crashed down, his full length slamming into her.

Momo cried out in pain as their hips met completely, and Takeshi was immediately sitting up, holding her.

"Baby, are you okay? Shit, you must be hurting so bad." Takeshi whispered.

Momo was hurting, but she laughed. "I guess only you can ever have me like this. . .be this deep in me."

Takeshi tilted her face up, and leaned his down until his lips touched hers.

"Pregnant." Retsu announced when she came into to check on Momo (later than usual because the couple didn't want to get up yet). "It is so new! It must have happened while you slept!"

Takeshi gave a bark of laughter, and plucked Momo out of the bed and spun her around. "I love you!"

Retsu just grinned and backed out of the room. They knew where to find her, if they had questions. For now, she'd leave them to their happiness. . .and burn Momo's journal.

The Captain of Squad Four was happy things worked out for the couple. She had began to worry that neither of the pair would make it much longer, and they had becoming important in her life. She just knew Takeshi was a friend for life. She could be no less.

SIX YEARS LATER

Takeshi laid his sword on the ground as he knelt before it. Until just yesterday, his sword had been Ai No Akuma. . .Demon in Love. Now it wasn't something different, something powerful, and nearly evil. And it only listened to him and his wife. By that means, their children was safe too. The new sword, was a lot like his old. . .much in its own power and doing what it willed. . .

It's new name was Genso No Akuma No Koibito. . .Demon Lover of Illusions.

After years of happiness had been interrupted when Aizen somehow managed to control his sword from a distance. No one wanted to handle the problem, afraid for their lives.

Takeshi had marched into the prison, angry, because the main target of these horrific illusions was his small, pregnant with their third child, wife. She nearly miscarried when an illusion scared her bad enough, that she missed a step and fell. Only some miracle saved the baby. Retsu still had her in the Fourth Squad barracks though, so she could watch her.

Takeshi clinched his teeth at the memory.

When he had arrived down below, Aizen was no where near where the sword was kept. And upon entering the sword chamber, he could feel how miserable and alone the sword was ready to die.

What happened after that was a mystery to him. He had gripped the sword, pulling it from its sheath, and swung it hard, shattering it on its impact with the ground. He had pulled his own Zanpakuto, ready to use his demon spirit within it to melt down the metal until the sword was no more. . .when his blade began to glow. Pieces of Aizen's sword began to float then fuse with his own sword. . .

He hadn't told anyone what happened, except his wife, and Retsu.

At her urging, he took it to Mayuri Kurotsuchi's wife, the Captain of Squad Three, who determined that the sword seemed safe. She still gave caution though, asking him to communicate carefully with the new spirit within, who she said refused to show itself to her.

Takeshi looked up to find his spirit before him. The size was the same. . .but gone was the black shadows, replaced with a huge man, scarred, and yet. . .beautiful in some way?

Master. The voice rasped, and yet, echoed.

"Genso no Akuma no Koibito. That is the name I see within. Is it you?" Takeshi asked.

Yessss….. That voice rasped again, the echo still following.

"I am sorry, I am trying to learn this new. . .form. You, the spirit, the sword." Takeshi replied evenly.

Never fear us Master. We are your greatest ally, and we extend our protection to all born of you, and your wife. We hold a deep connection to Tobiume, a love, and so we protect your wife too. While we are your greatest asset, we are your enemies greatest nightmare. When you learn how to control us, we will weed out the innocent, if they are even caught within our circles, and we will punish the enemies until they are no more. . . At your order, of course.

Takeshi ignored the way the sword kept saying 'we'. Instead, he opted to move it into it Shikai state. "Konagona ni hanarete." (Shatter apart)

Immediately his changed into a long chain that curled around his body, wrapped down around his arms and legs. It was tight, but his movement wasn't restricted. He gave a few experiment punches and kicks, finding his fighting ability was fine.

When an enemy comes near us in this form, where ever the chain strikes their body, will release a small poison. They will never know what has happened. Once you've landed at least ten blows. . .maybe more on less depending on their strength, the poison will take control. Trapped within a body, a mind, they cannot escape. They are frozen solid, while their nightmares nip at their subconscious. They will see you, and what is not real. It is the best way to capture an enemy, or just make killing them a lot easier. If they are not killed within twenty minutes of the last punch or kick you gave, the effects begin to wear off. You will have to start over.

Takeshi nodded and clenched his fist. "Let's try something else."

He could feel the swords excitement, but the energy was building too.

"Bankai!" Takeshi yelled. "Sono Akuma no Sunea, Sorera! Genso no Akuma no Koibito!" (Snare them in their nightmares! Demon Lover of Illusions!)

The chains left his body and floated in the air. The chain grew until each length was as easily the size of his hand. The length of the chain itself didn't seem to change much, but he knew it would be as long as needed. At one end though, was a shield, on the other, was a sword.

He knew then, how dangerous his sword could be, if needed.

We are offense, and defense. Yet, you shove the shield into the ground. Throw the sword, arcing it to surround an single, or multiple enemies. Once the sword meets the shield, it acts like a lock and key. The people within cannot escape the dome like trap the chain creates. From there, the nightmares drive them to attack each other, or kill themselves to escape. If someone within is trapped by accident, we will protect it. They will never see what happens around them, or be haunted by the evil the others see.

Takeshi shivered, and with a shake of his arms, his Zanpakuto was in its normal form, and he was sheathing it. He wouldn't be telling Yamamoto about this. . .ever.

He didn't want the old man to have plans, or any knowledge that he held the power to kill that bastard. He would protect his Sweetling and children in any way he had to.

END END END

AUTHOR'S NOTE: -hides- That is some of the most intense sex scenes I have ever written, and was nearly as red as a well cooked lobster too. Lol -scratches head- Their story is kind of sad, not spanning as much time as Byakuya's and Masami's. However, I think their story is told. . .And you can see them in other chapters when it comes to their later lives. On a personal note, I like Takeshi, very much. He's so imposing, standing at six foot eight and weighing in at nearly 275 pounds with all that muscle. He was also the first one to let me know that he had a zanpakuto, that it did have a name, and that it changed. I toyed with the idea of giving Aizen a story too. . .despite his capture and imprisonment. Takeshi has opened the door for that to be possible. . . We'll see if it happens.

Watch out, I'm not sure who is next. It's up between: Komamura, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, or Kenpachi.

REVIEW AND VOTE WHO YOU WANT TO BE NEXT! ALL THREE OF THEM TALK TO ME LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW!

Going to go to bed now. Guess if no one lets me know who they want, I'll start on who I want. -evil laughter-