Like with Part 1, this chapter will have the overly violent scene marked with a line break before and after. The end of this chapter finishes up her background story and sets the stage for her disturbing yet lemony future. Enjoy ^_^

I do not own Bleach

All of the Doubts and the Outbursts

Several seconds passed before she controlled her rocking and stood up. She brushed herself off, pulled her dress back down to her ankles, and placed the coins into the basket before walking towards the village. All, but one, that watched her pass through thought nothing out of the ordinary for she held herself with strength and dignity.

"My, my, if the Princess isn't all grown up," a strangely familiar voice rang.

Yuuki's spirits lifted when she recognized the doctor who healed her face all those years ago.

"I'm glad to see you. I need something to soothe a fever. My grandmother is very ill and I am afraid that…"

"You are afraid that she will die and leave you to yourself. But, you need more than what medicine can fix," he said perceptively.

She looked down at her feet. How did he know the agony tugging at her heart along with the burning wounds between her legs?

"I don't have to know the details. Come with me," he asked.

Yuuki followed. When she walked into the temporary shop, she blinked in surprise. An adolescent slightly older than her with hair, eyes, and face paint that matched the doctor stood rummaging through a pile of loose thread.

"That is the son I mentioned the last time I catered to you," the man stated with a tone of amusement, making the boy look up at the guest.

"Is he as beautiful as you imagined?" He asked much to Yuuki's discomfort.

She embraced her embarrassment and crossed her arms before providing the teen with a friendly smile, not that her lips could be mistaken for anything else really.

"I suppose so, if only I could see under all that makeup," she answered her smile with an attempt at flirtation.

This time Kurotsuchi appeared ready to vomit while Urahara stood ready to attack the memory version of Mayuri. The youthful counterpart ignored Yuuki's approach and went back to digging through the thread, found one he liked, and began to use it on a decapitated lizard located in a corner farthest from her.

"Don't mind him. He's up to no good," his father noted before bringing her a remedy for her ailing granny and another bottle of something unfamiliar.

"Give this to her every four hours. This other bottle, you may use to clean out your womb, both I can sell for three silver pieces please," he instructed.

Yuuki looked to her feet again. She could feel the golden eyes of his son boring into her skull. His father couldn't have whispered what the second bottle was for, or something more discrete? She handed the second bottle back. Her God was good and only gave her two pieces of silver to use for a reason. He wouldn't allow her to get pregnant from someone as foul as the fiend that claimed her virginity, would He?

"It's okay. I can only afford the medicine for Granny Ichimaru anyway. I'll take my chances," she spoke softly and quickly before handing him the only two silver coins she had and running out.

"Where is she?" A blood curdling yell rang through the small village as Yuuki escaped the apothecary.

Yuuki's heart sank when she recognized it. The man that harmed her only a short half hour ago had returned for her. Had he changed his mind about letting her live? Before she could fully comprehend the situation, she felt herself being pulled back into the medicine shop.

She noted that it was the doctor's son that was hiding her. He kept one hand over her mouth and the opposite arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Yuuki relaxed at his touch and felt surprisingly safe. It was the only physical attention she had received since she was five, so it was only natural that she would soak it in and associate affection with it.

"She dreams of the blue-haired man all the time since he offered protection that day. When she thinks of love, she always pictures him," Kibō, yet again, added her own context to the scene before explaining what had happened. Urahara frowned. He was right; Yuuki had a thing for the unnatural.

There in Mayuri's arms, she took in her surroundings and could see through a crack between the wood panels that kept the traveling merchant shop together. The crazed man was walking up and down the dirt paths pointing two bloodied sai at terrified villagers.

Apparently, the villain had ransacked the Hitsugaya carriages while Yuuki was inside and butchered the Lord and Lady. One of the chests he found held clothes and pictures associated with Yuuki that her father kept for the day he would retrieve her as he mentioned years before. The Prince, Tōshirō, had escaped along with the murderer's little sister, Momo.

"I knew she looked too much like the royal family to let her go and now she must die like the rest of them!" He sneered as the towns people fled in different directions.

Yuuki caught a flash of white to the left of the hunter. It must have been her little brother and unfortunately, the savage noticed it too.

"Shiro-chan, Shiro-chan, where can you be? If I find you, your sister may come to me," he sung a rhyme as he made his way to where the boy was.

An eleven year old girl with rich, brown hair jumped from the hiding place the white flash had ran to.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Just leave whoever you are looking for alone, leave us alone!" She cried.

Yuuki wondered if this had been the Momo he spoke of while on top of her. He frowned momentarily before raising his weapon to slice at the girl. Yuuki would have cried out and ran to save her, but Mayuri kept her quiet and in place.

The boy Momo was with flew from his hiding place and tackled the charging killer. Yuuki watched in wonder as the child easily overpowered the drunken madman and forced him to stab his own throat. The murderer appeared to be dead only seconds later. The two children heaved in exhaustion and hugged one another close.

"I don't understand. I don't know what happened to him or why he acted this way. I just don't understand," Momo bawled.

"It doesn't matter. We need to think about a place to stay. I'm sure law enforcement will be here soon to investigate what happened. After that, I won't know where to go or where we will be placed. I don't even know what will happen to the manor. My father has not made a will and wasn't going to until after he made amends with his lost daughter, or whatever he called her when my mother wasn't around," Tōshirō said, soothing his friend.

Yuuki was released from her savior. He was about to leave when she caught his arm to keep him in place.

"Wait, what is your name?" She asked.

"That is none of your concern," he responded with irritation and a wave of his hand in dismissal.

"How am I to thank a no name?" She tried again.

He frowned, clearly annoyed. Instead of answering her, he pulled a few strands of her hair out, tore a piece of her dress that had been bloodied, and walked away with the personal items leaving her dumbfounded.

"What was that for?" Urahara questioned Mayuri who only shrugged. If this was in her memory, then the explanation would be shown too.

Time skipped forward four months later with glimpses of how the girl treated her younger brother and his best friend, Momo with kindness and compassion before the fast forward came to a stop.

Yuuki was in the process of hurling whatever she last ate previously into the yard outside. Momo and Tōshirō could be seen inside the home gagging from the sight.

"I really think we should take you to a physician. That is some serious stomach infection you got if it has lasted several months now," Granny Ichimaru was saying as she peeled potatoes beside her.

"Maybe…" Yuuki agreed between heaves. She had been very unwilling to go because she knew, oh she knew of the answer she would hear.

The elder, who had been cured successfully, dropped what she was doing as if experiencing an epiphany.

"You never told me why your dress was ruffled and dirty that day you got treatment for me," she stated cautiously and walked back inside the hut. Her granddaughter had been very secretive lately.

"I did tell you. I was acting foolish and was dancing on the way to the village when I fell," Yuuki explained again exasperatedly. It wasn't a lie.

Tōshirō and Momo stepped outside, sensing a fight about to start. They were accustomed to Yuuki being bullied, but never once heard her raise her voice defensively.

"There is no reason to raise your tone of voice at me, little miss!" Her granny spat, also surprised at her granddaughter's lack of submission.

"If you would stop asking me the same questions over and over again, then I wouldn't be so short with you!" Yuuki exclaimed, the level of their voices continuing on the incline.

"If you would stop lying and tell the truth, then I wouldn't keep asking!"

"Maybe you should ask your God—" Yuuki began to argue back when a wave of nausea hit her, forcing her back outside.

Her hormones were getting the best of her. She couldn't believe that she was about to call God out on her troubles.

"Ewwww, ewww, eww, ew, you got it on me!" her half-brother screamed like a girl and started undressing himself to get rid of the vomit.

Momo stood in the background laughing at his demise while Yuuki slurred apologies. When Yuuki's spell finished, she went back inside to see her grandmother holding a katana at her.

"You know what must be done," she whispered coldly.

"Wh…what?" She asked in confusion.

"I am not a fool. You only used my sickness as an excuse to go sleep around with a boy didn't you? And now you got his bastard inside you."

Yuuki's eyes exposed hidden pain.

"It's not like that at all," she began her argument.

"Ah ha! So you admit that you've been covering up a pregnancy! You are a whore like your mother! What did I do to be cursed with raising two reckless women? I won't raise another Ichimaru brat. Take this and put yourself out of misery," the old lady shrieked and threw the sheathed blade at her quivering granddaughter.

Rage was the distinct emotion escaping Yuuki as she caught it, unsheathed the sword, and threw it at the wall behind her furious granny.

"I refuse," she scoffed before rubbing her shaking hands over swelling abdomen.

"Then leave," Granny Ichimaru commanded.

"You… you can't force her out," Tōshirō said huskily as he entered the conversation, "she has done nothing but take care of all of us without any notice of herself. She loves you unconditionally even when you taunt at her imperfections constantly. What you are suggesting for her to do is wrong."

The old lady looked angrily in his directly to silence him. He and Momo remained quiet as they watched the woman who accepted them generously into her home and made sure that they were well fed and healthy, be dismissed by her own flesh and blood cold-heartedly and without sympathy. It was obvious that she and her grandmother were nothing alike.

Yuuki gathered her belongings before reaching out to her half-brother.

"It's going to be okay. I'll be fine," she whispered and hugged the scared child tightly. They watched her leave without another word.

"That was terrible," Urahara said as they followed the memory Yuuki.

"What did you expect? She was raised in a time where suicide was honorable in a situation like that. Yuuki's mother attempted to kill herself as well when she found out she was with child, but Yuuki's father stepped in," Kurushimi explained.

"Yuuki found herself in a similar predicament, but the man that placed her there was not present. Death would have been considered the best for her at that time. However, she thought otherwise. If her father wanted her to exist, then she wanted the same for her own unborn child. She was pregnant and unmarried. No one would find her acceptable as a wife even with her youth and beauty. Her grandmother thought it preferable to spare her from a hopeless future by handing her that blade," the spirit lengthened.

"You're back," Kibō smiled, "that means the end is near."

The four watched eagerly on to finish the escapade.

Yuuki walked aimlessly around the small town she marched into. None of those present paid her any attention as they were busy tending their own business and she terrified them to be frank. Yuuki finally stopped pacing and stared up at the makeshift store the interesting doctor and his son had used in the past. She entered it and could tell that it had been vacant for several weeks.

She sighed, placed her luggage down, and began to clean the vicinity. Once the inside was tidy, she left to gather lumber and other supplies to rebuild and stabilize the walls. The way she behaved was like she was walking in a dream; no thought, only action. Survival kicked in at its finest. The abode was looking significantly better by the time she took a break.

Kibō took them a step farther in time. Like at the beginning of their traveling where they watched Yuuki being birthed, they wound up ending with Yuuki experiencing the act herself. This time, there wasn't any midwife present. Yuuki was alone but without fear of the future.

Screams of pain filled the home as she struggled with the labor. She wasn't mentally or physically prepared to handle the stress that was digging into her emotions and body, but she knew she could rely on God to carry her through. Her cheeks were hollow which suggested that she had endured malnutrition for some time. Her pale skin looked pallid, and not as beautiful as it once was.

"God, please, I don't know what to do. Do I get help? Should I stay here and handle this by myself as I have for everything? If I stay, do I push? Do I stand? Please, if anything, please give me peace," she pleaded with the holy entity.

It appeared that he answered her mercifully as her face relaxed significantly and she sighed deeply. The onlookers could hear the cries of the newborn. They quietly stared as she lifted the wailing baby, cut the cord, and latched the wailing infant onto her left breast. Yuuki began to pray out loud again. She hoped that he would one day be blessed to have a father too.

"It's okay," she repeated to her own bundle as she once did to herself whenever she worried.

The site of the delicate, exhausted teen swaddling the life she allowed to enter the world was, to say the least, precious.

"I'll call you Gin for the silver of your hair that I will not hide. Gin, for the silver of the coins I received along with you. Gin, for the sword I threw away because my heart longed to be loved as much as I will love you," she was saying before someone entered her haven and pronounced the name incorrectly.

"Gin, for the liquor I bathed in before fucking you," the man said as he bit into a dried persimmon.

God had a funny way of answering her requests. This couldn't be the father she prayed for. This man was supposed to be dead.

"All right, Princess, hand him over."

"No, I cannot do such a thing," she replied tiredly.

"I'll just kill you both," he simply replied, tossing the fruit aside.

"If I give him to you, can he at least live? Please, it's the only thing I have accomplished. I have no legacy, no title, nothing but him," she replied with more alert.

"Well, aren't you just a pathetically frail thing?" He said sarcastically, but with a tone that suggested sincere empathy.

"I am pathetic, yes, but I am not frail," she bit back. She didn't need his sympathy and she was too damn fatigued to deal with this.

"I am sorry," he began.

"I don't want to hear—" Yuuki interjected before he spoke over her.

"No, you need to listen. I was paid a fortune to kill a girl with the strangest description. A girl with silver-white hair, eyes the color of an ocean, and in her late teens. I searched high and low for such a person when it became evident that one did not exist. If I failed, my sister would have been taken and sold into a slavery no little girl should suffer. I drank myself to near death because I couldn't finish the mission. Once it became evident that I botched the job, I ran away instead of sticking around to defend my sister," he choked as if fighting the need to cry.

Yuuki listened on, playing with Gin's toes and staring off into the corner she recalled the doctor's son once stood. She had hoped it was he that would be here now, not this cuntpuddle.

"That was when I stumbled upon you. You were exactly who I was paid to assassinate. When you looked up at me with those round, innocent eyes you reminded me of the sister I left behind. How was I supposed to kill a little lamb? You, with your bright, lonely stare; I swear I almost pissed myself when I noticed the deep turquoise irises full of emptiness looking up at me."

Yuuki hugged Gin closer to her heart as she continued to hear the man out.

"How could I take the life of someone who hadn't even had the chance to live? If I failed to do so, Momo would become a sex slave and I would have been killed in turn. I was selfish that day, but still couldn't bring myself to do it. So, I settled on stealing your precious purity. Most women your age would kill themselves afterwards out of shame and disgust. I thought I would walk away with a clean slate and a happy sister."

"But here I am," Yuuki commented, switching Gin to the other exposed nipple.

"That's right. I caught wind that some blue-eyed vixen and her exotic features stepped into the village I had just left. I went back to find you and ran across Momo playing with the Prince. Something made me bitter and I snapped. I annihilated the clan that thought they were better than others while the rest of us squandered in poverty. They had the audacity to show their faces into the poor village and act as if everything was okay. I chased my own sister down to kill her playmate."

"Tōshirō," Yuuki added, "The child you threatened has a name and it is Tōshirō."

"Yes. He had a name and an unwanted sister. He was fast though, quick thinking just like you. I couldn't catch him, so I decided to hunt you too. Next thing I knew, I was bleeding out from a wound that imp gave me. I was left there to die, but here I am as well," he finished.

Yuuki looked at her precious babe. He looked more like her mother than she thought was possible. His smile upturned deeper than hers and his eyes were a pastel shade of the lightest blue. If only she could hold on to him a little longer, if only she could see her mother's face reflected in his a little longer.

For the first time in her life, Yuuki cried.

She could not clothe herself in strength and dignity any longer as she had none left. She was tired of trying. She could not laugh at the future, for her doom was seconds away.

Tears ran down her sunken cheeks. The room could have flooded with the mess her soul made. The disquieting pitter-patter of the start of rain tapped on the metal roof over their heads.

"Please, let him live," she asked between sobs.

"I will keep him as long as I can," he whispered.

"If anyone asks, his sir name is Ichimaru, after my mother. I don't want him targeted as a Hitsugaya."

The man she was about to trust her child with could not make eye contact with her, the adolescent he robbed so much from. He walked slowly towards her before plucking the quite infant from her chest. He turned away as she stood up with difficulty and jerked his shirt back. She was so weak, that her pull did not make him budge even slightly.

"Please, I'm not ready to go" was all she could muster the strength to say.

He shook her off and kept his head bowed while he carried Gin away. Then, he picked up the persimmon and held it to her son's lips to occupy the whining boy. He snapped the fingers of his free hand as if to summon someone. Before Yuuki could react, three men surrounded her with each holding a pair of sai.

Urahara gasped when the enemy jabbed the knives into the screaming girl repeatedly before they pinned her to the wall behind her as she held her arms out to her crying son. Gin's father snapped again and the attackers disappeared into the night.

Yuuki remained attached to the wall as blood poured profusely from the ferocious wounds and stained not only her attire, but the wood and floor around her as well.

"I'm not ready!" She screamed as the tears continued to damp her face. "I am not ready to say goodbye! Wait, please!"

Her shouts intensified and could be heard from yards away although they were left unattended. Who cared about the single, lonely girl who didn't have enough sense to keep her legs closed? More than likely, she got herself mixed up with some criminal. Whatever happened to her, she probably brought it on herself.

Gin was gone and his father was replaced by a different man. This one had brown eyes that narrowed deeply with a bang that fell between them along with matching brown hair.

"Good. You're not dead yet," he said as if he had been waiting for this opportunity.

"Are you here to free me?" Yuuki asked hopefully.

The man laughed at her naivety.

"No, I am here to see if this serum I've been developing works," he explained as she tried pulling her arms free from the sai that held her in place.

"Why me?"

"It's simple; unfortunate luck. Are you familiar with the painted people?"

"The doctor?" she asked confusedly.

"Yes, many of them take that trade. Did you know that they can do what some would call magic?"

"They are fascinating, but no," Yuuki choked out, blood oozing from her lips.

She was clearly in distress as death neared her.

"It's that bad luck of yours. You see, those people took interest in you and because of that, I knew you must be a perfect test subject."

"No, it was the best of luck that they did. If it was not for the doctor, I would have died a long time ago," she managed to argue before fainting from lack of blood with a smile tickling her face.

"Where is your God now?" He asked as death reached her bones.

Kisuke, Mayuri, and the sai spirits observed on as the man ran to her and injected a liquid into her stomach before her soul fully left its vessel. Their mouths dropped when Yuuki awoke. Her eyes sunk deeper into her skull as a white substance began to drain from them.

A Hollow mask was forcing itself free and was attaching its grip on her.

"Get it off! Stop this at once!" She yelled angrily.

The drug provided to her intensified her strength. As a result, she squirmed loose from her bondage and yanked at the mask as it covered the right side of her face.

The man heard a commotion from outside and rage decorated his face. Yuuki continued to yell at him to reverse the damage he started, but he was already gone.

Minutes passed while she violently sliced at the mask with one of the sai left behind.

"Hold still," the doctor she never thought she would see again asked every so irritably.

She stopped fighting immediately and allowed him to get closer. She realized that it wasn't the doctor, but his son and she felt assured that everything was going to be okay. He stole another strand of her hair before placing it into a syringe that was already filled with something and shot whatever it was into her arm.

Urahara looked over at Mayuri as the mask began to melt away. Yuuki relaxed when whatever it was that he gave her worked. He was already walking away like those before him when she called out.

"May I have your name now that you have saved me twice?"

"I only saved you from a worse fate. I couldn't save your life. You are already a spirit, in case you didn't notice, but now you will not be converted into one of those creatures."

"It doesn't matter what you did. I want to thank you formally. To do so, I will need your name."

"Kurotsuchi Mayuri," he finally complied.

She smiled happily much to his obvious disgust. She laughed at his unease and disinterest.

"Thank you, Kurotsuchi Mayuri," her smile widened and her eyes closed. It was uncanny how much Gin resembled her, "I owe you more than words. If you ever run out of reptiles, I promise to take their place for testing," she added boldly. Little did she know that one day she would indeed be used as such.

She continued to smile as he left before picking up two of the sai to carry off with her into the new world, into her second chance.

Kurushimi placed the black shield back around the visitors.

"Now you know why she uses sai as her zampakutō," Kibō smiled and lifted her own proudly.

"Good bye," Kurushimi added before kicking them out.

Urahara quickly unplugged the sensory stickers and jumped as far away from Yuuki as he could manage. She sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes.

"Kisuke," she growled demonically before laughing.

"Thank you. I feel light and free with the weight of my past off my shoulders. As you can assume, I came here in search of Gin and the man that poisoned me. I had the luxury of watching my son graduate from the academy, but that also meant that he did not survive the Living World which was difficult for me to accept. I have already found his killer and need to prevent that bastard who tried to Hollowfy me from using his concoction on others," she continued in a soft, mellow tone.

"I understand. I can't share this evidence to the Captain-Commander without a name of that person. Have you found any leads yet?" Urahara asked.

"Is it not obvious? That man was Aizen," she said, surprised at Kisuke's lack of recognition.

"Are you sure? Shinji isn't blind and would have noticed if something was off," Kisuke questioned.

Yuuki leapt from the tangled cords still attached to her, tackled him to the ground, and locked him into a chokehold with both of her hands as she pinned his bottom half with her knees. She began to slam the back of his head onto the floor.

"How dare you question me," she sassed before releasing her death grip.

"Okay, okay! I'll check into it," he struggled to breathe before pushing her off and leaving her alone with Mayuri.

"And you," she started in on Kurotsuchi, "why did you agree to come here? You were clearly uninterested."

"I never thought of you as dense, but that is a very stupid question. Did you not offer yourself to me back then?"

"I was only flirting, was that not obvious? You wouldn't want to use me anyway. I think you are only teasing me like Urahara," Yuuki said before Mayuri's face darkened.

"This is your only warning. The next time you compare me with that manner less, unpleasant dolt of a man again, I will choke the remaining life you have left and use you for unnatural purposes."

"You are going to use me as such either way," she rebutted, cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

"Ugh, please don't flatter yourself. You only intrigue me and since I already have practice using your DNA, I feel confident in using you for my experimentations while I'm here. I know that you would be willing to comply due to your promise. I won't have to worry about anyone poking their noses into any of your injuries that will come of it since you will be a good girl and keep silent. "

"Suuuuuure, Vice President Kurotsuchi," Yuuki winked and left him standing there dissolving in his own rage.

She couldn't really believe that he was the monster he was hinting at after saving her twice, right? Even if she was reacquainted with him in the Nest of Maggots, right? Even if he happened to be the only inmate placed in a cell, right? Even if the way he spoke made her think of a mad scientist, right?

Yes, he isn't anyone to worry over, she thought as she laughed without fear of the future.