This chapter does have lemon, so the rating has updated to M :D
I do not own Bleach
All of the Doubts and the Outbursts
She never imagined what was to follow late that night. The moon was a milky shade of pearl and stood out brightly against the black ocean of a sky. Yuuki had actually almost instigated a physical fight with her Captain and was frozen in place for where it occurred. She shook in the chilling air. By this point, Mayuri had long since given up on coaxing her back inside the S.R.D.I.
Captain Urahara informed them of his concern about disappearances that had taken place in Rukongai hours earlier. He was asked to have a researcher deployed and opted to send Hiyori. Yuuki was infuriated by this decision as it should have been discussed by all officers. She went as far as raising her voice at the man before he put her back in her place. So there she remained standing, withdrawn in her own anger as she replayed the previous debate.
"You what? How could you send a child into the unknown? She's only a little girl! What if she goes missing too?" She had shouted and raised a fist to punch him out of frustration. Silence followed the thundering clap that erupted from her knuckled hand. The force of her stroke echoed endlessly off the buildings around him.
Urahara had caught her jab which was causing what sounded like a noisy storm to those near and far. He released her hand after she nodded that she would not attempt to hit him again. He then placed a shaking hand on her chin, his face only inches from her pout. He was clearly holding back the anger that was uncommon for him.
"I don't know how other squads work, but since you are currently in mine I won't spare your feelings. If you spent less time messing around in the Human World and more time doing your job here, you would remember that a child-like appearance doesn't make a Shinigami a child! Your younger brother is a great example, you hypocrite. You're too busy living that fantasy of yours at being a human that you so easily forget the difference between them and us! Now, if you'll excuse me, I expect you to have a lab cleaned a prepared by the time I return. I may need it," and with that he was gone.
"Oh my," Mayuri laughed and suggested she better get to her duties since it would take her the rest of the night to do what was asked being the bum that she was.
She rolled her eyes. She didn't need him disciplining her as well. Besides, all she needed to do was relocate any messy lab items to an unused lab and switch it with new ones using her transfer technique and she'd be done. Yeah, yeah it wasn't actually cleaning since she would only be moving the mess into another location, but this method only took a few minutes at the most and Urahara wouldn't notice it until it was too late to even remark on it.
Currently, her face was hot from her increasing frustration. Another minute passed when she heard an ungodly commotion behind her. Mayuri was obviously irate at something because the wall located to her right exploded, and emitted a foul scented purple cloud. She masked her face behind her long sleeve and stared irritably at the debris falling in that direction. How dare he interrupt her silent brooding. Suddenly, the enigmatic Kurotsuchi stormed from the massive hole he had created.
"Come here," he demanded at a bemused Yuuki. She stood firmly in place as if to dare him into telling her what to do. She would be damned if he thought that she was going to be blamed for his mess. Who the hell did he think he was?
Yuuki Hitsugaya was about to find out. Mayuri wasted no more time waiting for her to obey. To her amusement, he tugged the cone of his left ear and pulled it off. The bizarre ear piece extended at least 10 feet with a scythe-like end. He slung it recklessly at her and laughed wildly at her ever-widening eyes.
She was too startled to react and allowed herself to be enclosed by the odd weapon. The sharp blade nicked her waste as her captor pulled her forcefully to him. Her right eyebrow arched mischievously as he unwound her bind, returned the cone back to his ear, and slapped her once across her face unmercifully. A bright pink handprint formed on her right cheek from the blow. She bit her bottom lip in response to the night air stinging her fresh wounds.
Next, he took a fist full of her braided hair and dragged her into the building. Her knees burned on the tile and forced a small whine from her quivering lips. She was led into one of the more secluded labs where her captor calmly asked anyone present to leave immediately in a very eerie tone. Yuuki wasn't sure to be worried or excited at this new achievement. She felt an itch of regret when the last officer left. It was too late to back down now.
Mayuri tightened the grip on her head and yanked her to her feet. He then shoved her back into a nearby wall. He dug the nails of his free hand into her neck, puncturing her soft, thin skin. Droplets of her blood slowly leaked from the small openings and repainted his white flesh scarlet. He lowered his head to hers before licking the mess from her neck and proceeded to trail his tongue up to the handprint that was still scaring her face.
She no longer fought the shiver she wanted to keep at bay and allowed herself to sigh in response. It wasn't right. It wasn't romantic like she had hoped, but she had to let those desires go. If she wanted him she would have to accept whatever was to follow, even if her heart told her to wait.
He jerked her from the wall and roughly sat her on one of the messy tables. He proceeded to discard any item, including used sample slides, off to make more room. The sound of breaking glass and metal clanking alerted a passerby that quickly slammed the door to the lab shut after she figured out what was happening.
Once Mayuri knew that they would be undisturbed, he began to rip the shihakushō from her savagely. A few seconds was spent on undressing Yuuki in this manner until she was in nothing but the skin on her bones. She had never felt ashamed of her own body, but his intense eyes hungrily took in every inch of her.
She knew he had to have been picking apart every fault she possessed. This fear forced her arms to cover her chest and her legs to cross reflexively. She desperately wanted to hide herself from being devoured by his judgement.
He frowned at her reaction. Was this not what she wanted? Had he misunderstood or misinterpreted the beat of her heart and the pulse of attraction that echoed from her nerves whenever he was around? Whatever she meant by her previous behavior wasn't going to change the fact that she had placed them in an awkward predicament. He growled and decided not to think about it. If she wasn't expecting him to react this way, then she shouldn't have led him on.
Yuuki gasped when Mayuri forced her arms from her bosom and replaced them with his teeth. The cruel biting encouraged her to relax momentarily before he changed her position. Now, she stood facing the table. She clutched the edges of the stand tightly while she waited for the madness to ensue. The wait was traumatizing.
Her lover slowly ran his fingertips down the sides of her waist before he rested his open palms on her hips. He gently held them before spanking her severely. He then pushed her back flat, crushing her chest onto the experiment table. Next, he took the end of her braid and twisted her hair around his hand so that his grip was firm. The knot he made from her hair forced her head to arch back towards him.
Without any warning, he trusted into her and forced her to sputter with surprise. The sound persuaded him into continuing. He no longer questioned her motives. He concluded that her earlier act of self-consciousness was only out of fear of him not liking what she had to offer. He was so lost in his actions that he failed to notice how loud her yelps had become. He could tell that her whines were the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. Oh how it thrilled him when he was successful with his experiments.
"Please, don't stop," the trembling girl beneath him requested between moans. The simple remark left him breathless for the first time in the life he had. He obeyed and stared at her pink cheeks. Her deep blue eyes were mesmerizing and he felt himself stoop into a drunken state from the intoxicating gaze she held him with.
He wasn't sure how much longer he could withstand holding himself back. Luckily, her left eye began to twitch and her abdomen convulsed before he broke. She inhaled gracelessly, trying to catch her breath. It was then that she felt warm liquid ooze down her spine.
A light tapping on the door to the room was the only warning they received regarding their Captain's return. Yuuki kicked Mayuri away before opening a portal to send the unclean lab items away and to bring forth new ones. She hurriedly placed the tools where Urahara preferred them to be before redressing herself with what was left of her drastically torn shihakushō. She looked over to the mad man she let dominate her and noticed how calm, cool, and collected he appeared compared to her.
Yuuki jumped at the sight of Captain Urahara bursting impatiently in. He took a double take at her unkempt appearance.
"I'm not really sure what happened, but thank you for cleaning and preparing a station for me," he stated suspiciously, "you can go now Hitsugaya. Kurotsuchi, please remain behind. I'll need your assistance."
Yuuki looked uncomfortably around. There was a massive gash located at the butt of her dress and if she walked out like a normal person, her Captain would see it.
"Well?" Urahara asked, pointing to the door.
"Oh, yeah, sorry…" she mumbled, making sure her ass was hidden.
She walked away from the two with her back facing the entrance and her hands covering the tear. Her legs shook violently and she was unable to hide the soreness she was feeling while she limped away.
The second she was out, she opened a portal to take a shortcut to her bedroom. She exhaled her pent up breath before passing out and hitting the floor.
Yuuki bolted upright, shivering in the cold sweat from her recurring nightmare. All the events had only been a vivid dream. Her Captain, Urahara was sitting beside her with a curious smirk.
"I've noticed that you've been sleeping in later and later each day. Your laziness was more noticeable than the other officers which concerned me. I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty if attaching these nerve receptors to you to study why you haven't been sleeping well," he stated, explaining his presence in her bedroom.
The stunned girl lifted her arms to examine the several circular stickers stuck to them and noted that she also had one on each side of her head as well. She didn't feel angry as she normally would at the situation. In truth, she was relieved that what happened to Hiyori was only in her imagination. She had been having night terrors involving the Vice-Captain ever since she transferred to Twelve.
"What have you learned?" Yuuki asked curiously.
"A lot, actually. It appears that your zampakutō possesses the ability of foresight among other manipulative properties. I wonder… do the girls you shared your birthday with also find their way into the Rukongai? Then there is the fact that many Captains speculated on your relationship to the Ichimaru boy that graduated in only one year. He is younger than the version presented in your dream though. How curious. I wonder if the other sibling of yours exists as well. Are you really related to both? "
Yuuki remained quiet a few minutes before answering. The blasted man could see her dreams! What else did he find in the infinite abyss of her mind?
"Some things are personal, Urahara. I'm not willing to share them."
"Understandable. Then there is another interesting discovery I made," Urahara admitted.
"What may that be?" She asked, remembering the end of her dream.
"It's okay to be embarrassed. I had no intention of this actually working. I'm glad it did though. It gave me insight as to why you never accepted my proposal when we first met. You have a thing for bluenettes and danger, huh?" He asked after his smirk deepened.
"I rejected your false request to marry me because you're a good-for-nothing bastard who was only playing with my emotions. I don't know who the hell that guy was or why he decided to drop into my sleep universe unannounced, but if you tell anyone about…" Yuuki trailed, her blush taking over her face and spreading down her neck.
"I know, I know. On a serious note, you're worried about Hiyori."
"Yes. I keep getting this agonizing sense of dread every time I see her. I'm just waiting for something bad to happen."
"Have your dreams ever become something more real?"
"When I first entered this place, I noticed many of my dreams became reality. These were usually small things, like meeting a person I had moments before met in my sleep or finding an item on the street that I had treasured in a nap."
"I see. Well it doesn't do well to fret over the inevitable. I'll concoct a sleep aid so that you can sleep tonight without dreams."
"That would be perfect," Yuuki's smiled lengthened as Urahara petted the top of her head before removing the sensory receptors.
"How about you come with me on an adventure? I bet it'll help soothe your negative attitude," he offered.
"Why not?" She agreed before heading out with Kisuke and Hiyori.
Urahara spent the next few hours asking about the man she had dreamt about and why her dream Yuuki felt such attraction to a beast. He spoke as if he knew more about the guy than he was letting on. All the while, Hiyori defended her and verbally assaulted their leader the entire way. Yuuki allowed herself to giggle with each "fuck you" and "why is that any of your business" Hiyori would spout out. They accessed Squad 2 and stopped at a cave opening.
"You served in Squad 2 in the past, correct?" Urahara asked, changing topics.
"Yes, that is right."
"You also know that it is difficult to leave the Second Division."
"…yes, I am aware," Yuuki whispered knowing that he was really remarking about the "other manipulative properties" her zampakutō held.
"Regardless of how or why you were allowed to jump around from each squad, you must have knowledge regarding the Nest of Maggots?" He asked.
"I do," she replied, stunned by his smooth assessment of her skills. No one had ever called her out, but Urahara discovered her trick within the few weeks he spent being her Captain.
"Don't be so surprised. I won't tell on you if you promise to let me handle you the way the yellow-eyed man did last night," he winked before Hiyori attempted to drop kick the idiocy out of him.
"I'm not really sure what you're talking about, but how dare you speak to a young lady in such an informal and personal manner! You arrogant piece of shit!" Hiyori raged.
"Is there any significance as to why you brought him up?" Yuuki asked after giving Hiyori a high five.
"Of course," he smiled and left it at that.
Yuuki spent the final minutes of the journey with her arms crossed and in intense thought. Hiyori's obnoxious attitude at interrogating Kisuke into who the "man" was did not help Yuuki's own outlook. She was developing a migraine and was beginning to bitterly regret her decision to join.
She was still in deep concentration when the inmates that surrounded them broke into a fight. The look on her face must have frightened them as they did not make any attempts to lunge at her. It was for the best as she did not have any tolerance left and would have acted recklessly against them.
Urahara quickly dispelled the fighting and led them into a lower chamber. It was dark other than the candles that lit the hall a pale blue. Yuuki sighed and rubbed her sore temples.
"Can I just stay here while you get whoever it is we came here for? I need a nap and this lighting is perfect."
Urahara chuckled kindly before denying her request.
"What kind of man would I be if I left you all alone here to rest? If you need more sleep, why don't you come over here into my arms and I'll carry you?"
"You fucking perve!" Hiyori roared as they entered the room their recruit was in, catching the stranger's attention, "you only offered to do that so that you could have an excuse to touch her juicy butt you always stare at when she's not paying attention…which is almost always!" The small, feisty, Vice-Captain continued.
Yuuki choked on the water she was sipping on while Hiyori was tearing Urahara a new one, spitting it into the cell where the poor soul they were getting sat idly and apparently unamused. After she finished coughing she glared at the little twat before turning her head to inspect her backside.
"It's…not…that…big, is it?" She struggled to mumble as she twisted around to examine herself.
"Oh it is certainly admirable, maybe you should ask a fellow male" Urahara replied much to her dismay before focusing his attention to the person chained opposite them.
Yuuki could have fainted where she stood. The man dangerous enough to be sealed away in the Maggots Nest was boring a frightful stare in her direction. His golden gaze seemed to see right through her. She swallowed nervously before forcing her eyes away from the trance and back to Urahara.
"Is this a joke? Are you messing with me, Captain?" She growled. He answered with a smile as they both recalled the dream he invaded.
"Do you remember what we discussed earlier about your knack in foresight when you dream? Isn't he familiar to you at all?"
"You are an unpleasant man," the blue-haired inmate behind the cage voiced.
"Yes, he most certainly is," Yuuki agreed, crossing her arms and turning away from the speaker. She couldn't afford for him to see her reddening face.
"Does this have anything to do with the conversation you shared in the forest on the way here?" Hiyori butted in.
"I'll tell you when we get back home," Yuuki informed her.
Urahara moved onto the reason they had arrived. Yuuki appeared surprised when Mayuri, she learned his name matched the one in her dream, declined the offer.
"But you're all alone with nothing but a chain around your ankle. Don't you want to see the sun?" She asked unintentionally. The damned dream had her worried about some weirdo she didn't even know.
Urahara agreed and added that he would be free to experiment and would take ownership of the division if anything happened to himself.
"Am I to assume that she is in this as well?" Kurotsuchi asked, nodding towards Yuuki.
"If including her in the deal will make you decide in my favor, then yes. You can have her," Urahara agreed.
Hiyori and Yuuki stood in silence. They were unable to comprehend what had just happened.
"Hiyori, am I a possession?" Yuuki asked while they waited for a guard to unhook Mayuri.
"No Yuuki, you are not."
"Am I something to be traded?"
"No Yuuki, you are not."
"Did we hear me being used as such?"
"Yes Yuuki, we did," Hiyori agreed.
The trek back home was spent with the two repeating it over and over while the men remained silent.
Urahara knew his death was nearing the minute they walked back into the Research and Development building when Yuuki opened a portal and retrieved her zampakutō. She rubbed the intriguing pike-like blades before pointing the left one to his throat.
"I am not in any mood for your games, Kisuke. I demand that you make me that potion that will allow me to sleep without dreaming. I need a nap. A GODDAMNED NIGHTMARE FREE NAP! Do I make myself clear?" The silver-haired vixen snarled, uncaring of what the newbie thought.
"If you promise to poke me with that later," Urahara laughed before Yuuki lunged at him.
He dodged easily, but not unscathed. His cheek managed to get hit and part of his cut hair flew from the gust her attack made.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Hitsugaya. I'll be more reserved since you are no longer mine to tease. Forgive me, Vice President," he apologized more sincerely to the newcomer.
Hiyori and Yuuki fumed in heated aura.
"Kurotsuchi, why don't you come with me. I'll show you around and give you tips at how to keep those two in check."
Hiyori and Yuuki remained standing while the other officers avoided the danger oozing from the scorned women. Minutes passed and the two girls were in Yuuki's bedroom listening to heavy-based music booming from a device Yuuki must have "borrowed" from the living.
"I thought you two would be releasing your angst here," Urahara commented as he and Mayuri entered the room and watched as the woman glared at their interruption.
"Don't look so upset. I'm sorry and I have brought the potion of your desires to make up for my rude actions," the Captain said as he handed the sleep aid over.
"I will not thank you until I wake up well-rested," Yuuki spat and chugged the mixture.
"She's too naive," Kurotsuchi mentioned as Yuuki fell into a deep sleep, "the ingredients you used put her in a hypnotic state. If anything, you will be able to use this to control her dreams, potentially bringing up memories she keeps close to her that she may not want to reveal."
"Precisely! In the name of Science, I must find out why her weapon isn't a standard sword. It is exceptionally rare to dual wield and even more rare that it wouldn't be with standard katana. I'm also very interested in seeing how she may be related to one of the newly graduated students. She is unwilling to tell me, so I am going to find out now before she kills me," Kisuke explained with a very mischievous smile.
"I don't want to be here when she wakes up," Hiyori whispered and ran out of the room.
"Let's begin, shall we?"Urahara asked and looked at the list of questions he prepared ever since he met the woman for this exact moment.