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"She's so pretty!" Rangiku stated, a friendly smile on her face as she gave an acknowledging nod towards the woman. "She has a sword!" Ikkaku said, his eyebrows raised. "She knows how to use it!" chuckled Renji as he recalled her being able to lightly slice the mans throat without causing him any serious harm.
"Yuma-chan, These are my friends, Rangiku Matsumoto, Renji Abarai, Shuuhei Hisagi, Kira Izuru, Iba Tetsuzaemon, and Ikkaku Madarame." He said, pointing to each being as he said their name. "Hello, it is a great pleasure to meet the friends of Yumichika, as he said, my name is Ayuma Kawata." She said, and gave a polite bow, her lavender locks falling over her shoulders as she did. "Well, nice to meet you too!" Iba said, and he threw a suggestive wink at her and started chugging his sake down greedily. She made a discreet 'grossed out' face, and gave him a forced smile, of course, no one missed the face, and laughed at Iba's expense.
"So, Yumi-kun, Whatcha' Doing back in this district?" she asked in a curious tone, as she and Yumichika seated themselves back by his friends at the surprisingly clean wooden bar table. "Well, Rangiku just had to try out this bar, and Ikkaku dragged me here." Yumichika answered, giving Ikkaku a quick glare, to which the man in question simply shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, well, I am glad he did, I know it is hard for you to come back to this place, but it is really good to see you again!" she said, giving him the soft smile she always reserved for him when they were young. "Hmm, its good to see you too." he said, giving her a soft smile back. Then a thought popped into his head as he looked at her. "Wait a damn second!" he exclaimed, smacking his forehead with his palm. "What!" Ayuma gasped as she jumped. Every one else just stared, wondering what set him off now. "Yuma-chan…you…your…uhhh, y-you're an…adult now!" he stuttered out, his arms fluttering around wildly. She raised an eyebrow, she didn't know what he was getting at. "Yeaaaah, so are you yumi-kun." she stated.
All of the sudden Rangiku started laughing and slapping Yumichika's shoulder. "Ahhahahaa! I get what your saying!" she cackled out. "Then please share" came Ayumas's amused , yet still confused response. "He's talkin' about your boobs!" she snickered. "My…boobs?" she repeated, then blushed lightly, and started laughing with Rangiku. "Why, Yumi! Aren't you the little pervert!" she laughed out. Yumichika blushed, and gently shoved her shoulder as she laughed at him. "Your right though yumi!" Rangiku said as she stopped laughing, leaning over and getting her face close to Ayumas's bust. "She does have an impressive chest! Not as big as mine, but still, very nice!" she noted, putting her finger to her chin and nodding approvingly with her eyes still on the other woman's chest. "Thanks, I water them twice a day." Ayuma said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. Every one laughed at that. "I like this girl!" was Rangiku reply to her sarcasm.
"Hey Ayuma-chan!" Rangiku gasped, her eyes widening, "Why don't you hang out with us for the rest of the day!" she suggested as she sat bouncing excitedly in her bar stool. "Hmm, I don't want to intrude…" she mumbled. "You wont be intruding, we would love to have you hang out with us!" was Hisagi's polite reply. "well, then sure, I'd love to! But first I have to stop by my house and-" she stopped talking abruptly, then said "Yumichika." He knew something was wrong, and judging by the direction she was looking it was behind him. Slowly, he turned, taking a deep breath as he kept silently praying that it wasn't who he thought it was. As he completed his turn, much to his disgust, he saw his father, Hasako Ayasegawa.
"Well! Its seems that fool Myoshi wasn't lying! The brat actually is back! Oh!" Hasako paused, his eyebrows raising as he gave Ayuma a lecherous look, "and he got himself his little girlfriend with him too!" Ayuma glared at him, her lip curling with disgust, but she grasped Yumichika's hand in her own in order to let him know she was their to support him. "So, boy, what you doin' back here and not visiting your own father? didn't ya' miss me?" he said mockingly. Yumichika was standing stiffly. He couldn't focus on anything but the mans voice and those eyes, The same eyes that always gazed at him lustfully, the same voice that moaned and grunted as he raped his own son. Everything was the same, just slightly older. "BOY!" he shouted, chuckling darkly when Yumichika flinched and snapped out of his daze. "And who the hell are you?" Ikkaku asked, cracking his knuckles and standing up threateningly, Renji and Iba standing up behind him, glaring at the man, wondering who he was and why Yumichika was acting the way he was around the bastard. "Well, BOYS" he said, making emphasis on the word boys in a degrading way, "I'm the little freaks father." Silence. "This is your dad?" Renji spluttered out, his eyebrow tattoo's rising up his forehead. Maybe this was why Yumichika tried to be so pretty, cause even Kurotsuchi, as terribly hideous as he was, could have won a beauty pageant compared to this guy. "N-no." Yumichika mumbled. He then motioned for his little group to get up and leave. He had his hand wrapped in Ayumas's and started trying to lead her out of the bar. He only got five steps outside before Hasako caught up to him and smashed his bony fist into Yumichika's flawless face. "Yumi-kun!" Ayuma gasped, the rest of the group stood behind them, eyes wide, waiting to see what Yumichika would do.
"YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!" his father yelled. Yumichika groaned, he figured, in fact he was almost positive, his father was drunk, he must have had a few too many back at the shack he lived in, because he wasn't the type to draw attention to himself that could cause him trouble. "WHO THE FUCKIN' HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!" Hasako screamed again, then his voice got low and deadly, like it used to before he beat Yumichika half to death when he was a kid. I raised you myself after that bitch you called a mother died! You should be on your knees thanking me!" Yumichika bit his lip, trying to not cry or yell, or possibly punch his childhood tormenter in the face, and still the man continued. "You were always a good for nothing brat, you were only good for a coupla' things actually…" his father smirked. Yumichika bit his lip so hard, he felt the tender skin break and hot, red blood ran off of it. "You were a little punching bag, and a little-" Hasako was sent to a speeding halt, his normally beady eyes got huge. The cause? Yumichika had unsheathed Fuji Kujaku out and held him to his fathers throat, pressed against it so that no matter how, if the man moved he would have his throat cut. Every one watching was silent. Ayuma had her hand coving her mouth, wondering two things, the least important was, since when did he have sword? The most important was if her yumi-kun had the will to kill the bastard standing before him, and as horrible as it sounded, she wished with all her heart that he did, that the man who hurt her best friend would soon also know the meaning of pain, the pain that she and Yumichika knew so well, for so long.
"Wha-what the hell are you doing!" his father gasped as he felt the cold blade press against the fragile, thin skin of his throat. "You need to keep your mouth shut." Yumichika said quietly.
He was a grown man now, an extremely strong, capable Shinigami also! But he couldn't rid himself of the fear that this man instilled in him. The panic he felt bubble up every time he thought of the wretched being, the memories that would start floating around in his mind, like video clips of his life. "YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE-" he stopped with a hiss of pain when he felt the sword was pressed firmer against his throat, he also felt a thin trail of blood trickling down his neck, collecting slowly on his robe. "I am warning you, shut up and be still…I am thinking." he muttered, a look of an utterly lost man planted on his face. "Thinking? what's there think about! Just take the damn sword away from me!" Yumichika squeezed his eyes shut and slowly, reluctantly even, lowered his sword, his hands shaking as he did. "Leave, and I will let you live." he warned, turning and walking away. He ran a hand threw his hair, and looked up suddenly then whipped out his sword that stopped a metal pole from being smashed down on his head. He heard his friends gasps, and the pattering sound as the ran over to him. He also knew he had to handle this now, and end it for good. The pole was coming at him again, with an extreme amount of force. Yumichika blocked it, then made it sling out of his fathers grubby hands. Then the moment came…He narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, drew in a deep breath. And swung his sword, effectively slitting his father throat.
WOW! that was intense! Please reveiw! THX!