Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach...

Warning: There's a sex scene :P

Note: I hope you like this chapter...(I feel so nervous because it feels like no one will really like it lol...)

A Failed Mission

Held Captive

Toushiro woke to the sweet aroma of cooked meat. His groggy eyes blinked several times in confusion at the unfamiliar room. Then everything came rushing back to him. He remembered Matsumoto following him, Byakuya fighting him, him getting hit and having a black cloud consume him. The pale boy tried to sit up, then tremendous pain shot from his back and arm. He fell back down, panting heavily.

Toushiro looked around the small round room. There was a fire in the middle of it and a pot hung above the blazing fire, on one wall their was a dark hole that seemed to go on forever. The hole was big enough for someone standing up to walk through. The aroma of cooked meat hit him again, it smelled wonderful. The spicy scent hovered around him. Toushiro started to salivate. When was the last time he had eaten? Their were some blankets of fur lying on the ground around him and a pile next to him, he noted.

Removing the warm blanket from on top of him, Toushiro felt a cold blast of air hit his bare torso. He shivered as the cold wind kept banging against him. Why was he naked, he thought and shook his head against the fierce wind. Then reality hit him, hard, and the one shinobi code sprang into his mind:

If you're caught, don't hesitate to end your life...

Toushiro's eyes widened for a split second before turning cold. He was caught by the enemy! Never, before had this happened, Toushiro was an exceptional fighter and killer. Toushiro knew that he would have to end his life, if not now then when he got back to Yamamoto-sama. The only reason he was being kept alive was for questioning of some kind.

Toushiro's eye's scanned the room, looking for sharp objects, sharp enough to kill. After looking around the second time he finally noticed his katana. It was lying under his clothes on the opposite wall.

His eyes warmed at seeing his belongings, he tried to sit up again, pain devoured him. It seemed to elude from his pores. Toushiro started to sweat blood. Panting hard he finally managed to sit up. Cold air clashed against his torso. He shivered against it. His head pounded in pain, and his world started spinning.

Toushiro managed to get on all fours, the wind biting at him. In agony, he started toward his blade. He was almost blown away when a huge gust of icy wind hit his naked body. After what seemed forever he was finally an arms length away from his katana. "I will...die with honor, I will not...come back, a coward." He hissed, his trembling hand reaching for the blade he used to vanquish his enemies, now hoping for it to lead to his end.

Toushiro could hardly clasp on to the hilt. It was as much of a part of him as his own limbs. The thin young boy grew angry at himself and his quavering body. Commanding his distressed body, the pale boy finally managed to get a hold of the hilt.

The katana was heavy, and his arm kept shaking, not from fear but from the cold endless wind. He pointed the front of the blade toward his abdomen. He had lived with his sword, fighting endlessly, but now he was to die by his sword. His life was to end, no more fighting, no more pain, no more anything. Closing his eyes he smiled sadly, then thrust his katana towards himself, hoping to commit seppuku.

He felt someone grab at his katana and yank it out of his weak grasp. Toushiro opened his eyes and stared into the same piercing gray eyes he saw on Kuchiki Byakuya. Toushiro tried to kick him, but the pain started to increase. His wounds were probably opening up. He hissed in pain, and Byakuya cradled the naked boy in his arms, sheltering him from the wind.

Toushiro squirmed against the man. He had to kill Byakuya, then kill himself. The dark man's grip was firm on his body; he couldn't escape from the strong arms. Toushiro was tired and exhausted, and without thinking he snuggled against Byakuya's warm frame. He just wanted to lay down and sleep, his throbbing body craving for rest.

Byakuya put the small boy down gently on a pile of warm blankets made of bear fur. The boy was fast asleep. His sleeping face was beautiful. Byakuya touched the pale face, cradling it in his hands. Then let go as if it were burning his skin. "What am I doing?" He murmured. He covered the boy with two warm blanket hides, then got up to feed the fire.

He couldn't believe what he saw. The white-haired boy was trying to commit seppuku! His eyes flickered to the sleeping boy. The wind didn't seem to bother his sleep which made Byakuya strangely happy. Byakuya decided that he would ask the boy about these strange emotions in him when he awoke. After all, they started when the boy showed up. Byakuya's gray eyes kept wavering toward the small figure. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to make sure that he was safe and warm.

Byakuya stirred the pot filled with meat and vegetables. The meat soup was almost ready. The aroma filled the cave with its delicious spicy scent. After taking the pot off the fire to let it cool, he got up. He went over to pick up the boy's katana then put it back where it was before, near the pile of the boy's clothing. Byakuyas mind suddenly flashed to when he took it off of the white-haired boy. The pale naked flesh was warm to touch despite the cold wind. His skin was silky smooth and beautiful. Byakuya groaned softly at the memory. He kept seeing the boys naked body.

The dark-haired man glanced over at the small pale body, tempted to ravish him. Then remembering that the boy was sent to kill him, his mood became darker. Suddenly the tall dark man heard the boy sigh, he walked over to him and sat down, staring at the pale beautiful features. Byakuya couldn't resist to touch him, the youth's skin was so soft and smooth.

Toushiro felt something soft caressing his face. He felt warm, safe, and happy. He gave one more satisfied sigh before falling into exhausted sleep.

Byakuya touched the smooth pasty cheek once again before getting up. He walked over to the pot and poured some of the meat soup into a bowl. Then he went over to the boy and ate while watching him sleep.

The young boy's face was so angel-like and innocent. Byakuya decided that he should change the white-haired youth's bandages, since the boy probably opened his wounds again. Putting his bowl on the floor, he went closer to the lean body. Lifting him up a little, Byakuya started to unwrap the bandages around the boy's torso and back. The wound was bleeding. The dark male took new bandages with some medicine on it and wrapped them around the boy's small-toned body.

Byakuya couldn't help himself when his hands started to roam around the boy's lithe body. The boy smelled so good, like the cool winter air. His body was so smooth, aside from the multiple scars on it, and hot to touch. The dark-haired man mentally shook his head. The boy was injured. What was wrong with him, why did he want to keep touching the pallid body, even thought the boy clearly wanted to kill him?

Byakuya's hands stopped roaming, and he started to unwrap the other bandages on the boy, proceeding to wrap the wounds with new ones. When Byakuya finished wrapping the pale leg, his hands started to move up towards the boy's crotch. Byakuya burned with need for the small adolescent.

He rubbed the boy's cock with his hands, starting from the tip and moving down . The boy was growing harder and hotter in his hands. It felt so good. Byakuya licked his lips in anticipation. The boy moaned, his eyes fluttering open and he stared at Byakuya's heated gaze.

Byakuyas hands froze. His eyes staring at the boys pale blue ones in awe. The boy looked down at Byakuya's hands and his eyes widened. "Wha-" he began, before his lips were crushed by the other male's soft lips.

Byakuya growled in hunger. He wanted this boy. His own erection was so hard and needy. Byakuya pushed the boy down and lay his body over him. Byakuya's hands inched their way up his chest to rub the thin male's nipples.

The boy moaned, and Byakuya felt cold hands on his torso, setting flames everywhere they touched. Byakuya started to kiss down the boys neck, then behind his ear. The boy squirmed in Byakuya's arms when he licked his sensitive spot. Byakuya then started to suck and tug on the boy's perky nipples, causing him to writhe against his frame. The dark-haired man grunted in pleasure.

Byakuya kept the boy panting and moaning in his arms. He touched and licked the body beneath him. The heat and friction of their bodies battled against the cold wind that howled around them.

Toushiro moaned, his body felt like it was on fire. The dark-haired man was touching him everywhere. The elite shinobi wanted to explode from the pleasure. The man's hands burned the skin they touched.

Toushiro screamed in absolute bliss when the man on top of him slid his mouth down his cock. As the man started to suck and lick his member, Toushiro felt like he was about to die. The pleasure seemed to consume him. He couldn't think anymore. He could only feel and respond. The man's tongue swirled at the tip of Toushiros cock, then he stopped. The dark-haired man towered over the boy, his body slick and hard.

Toushiros eye's widened when the masculine man put his finger inside him. The man started to rub him from the inside and Toushiro groaned. His body was tense and he wanted release. Kuchiki Byakuya rubbed his dick against Toushiro, and he wailed even louder. The man was making him so hard and hot.

Then the dark-haired man flipped the boy over, and Toushiro was on his hands and knees, his backside facing Kuchiki Byakuya. The man's body loomed over him and Toushiro felt something hard and hot push inside him. Toushiro gasped in realization.

Kuchiki Byakuyas full cock slammed into him, Toushiro bellowed in pain. Byakuya leaned into the boy, and whispered into his ear, his voice mesmerizing, "It's alright, I'll be gentle." Then he started to slide in and out of him.

Toushiro groaned, the pain was starting to subside and the pleasure was returning. The pulsing cock inside him was so huge. Toushiro felt the man's hands on his sensitive nipples. He was rubbing them and was gently thrusting into the boy. The flood of pleasure devoured him.

Toushiro cried out in rapture of mindless pleasure, and Byakuya soon followed. Toushiro felt content, his body warm against the mans heated skin. Panting softly, the man lay down next to the pale pliant body. His arms wrapped around the small quivering body.

The small white-haired boy wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. His mind was hazy and his eyes were starting to droop. He attempted to open his mouth once more, but his eyes shut close and he fell into a deep, warm slumber.

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"Harder!"

"Haa, ha, I...can't..."

"You have to do it harder!"

"But-but I'm all slippery and my body hurts."

"At least touch my sword."

"The fuck you doin' to 'er??!!!" Gin burst the door open. His brows furrowed, his face red from anger. Gin wanted to come and see how the training was coming along and all he heard from the other side of the door was Zaraki Kenpachi doing something bad to his innocent Matsumoto.

Both the man and the woman froze and turned to face the intruder, confusion written on their faces.

"Ken-chan's training Big-boob-chan. Duhh, baka Big-smile-chan." Yachiru-san exclaimed, popping from Kenpachi-sans shoulder.

Gin's eyes widened, they were only training...? He looked at Matsumoto. She was fully clothed and sweaty. Kenpachi-san was also fully clothed, his one eye filled with laughter as if he knew what Gin was thinking.

"I knew that, I jus' wanted to know why tha fuck it was takin' so long." Gin retorted. His face and body relaxed. "Les go Matsumoto-chan, ya must be tired an all...you can stay at my place."

"No... I want to train more. I need to become strong, stronger than him." She growled, her body tense.

"Big-smile-chan, you can sit next to me and watch!" Yachiru-san smiled, and the candy she had in her mouth almost fell out. "Oops, he he."She closed her mouth and jumped off Kenpachi-san's shoulder and landed on the ground with a quiet thump. Then she crossed the room and sat on the bench next to where Gin was standing.

Gin sat down next to the small pink-haired girl and handed her a strawberry candy, which made her giggle with delight.

"O.K., lets try again Matsumoto." Kenpachi roared, his fearless smile widening.

Gin was surprised at Matsumoto's determination. She was still standing after more than two hours of running around and getting beat. Gin loved watching Matsumoto, the way she moved, and the way the sweat went down her big breasts. His smile grew. He wanted to lick the sweat off her body and caress her everywhere.

"I like watching Big-boob-chans boob's jiggle too." Yachiro-san said, her face inches away from his.

Gin smiled, "What makes ya think I was starin' at that?"

"'Cuz your dick grew, Ken-chan says that when a man looks a-" Gin covered Yachiru-sans mouth with his hand.

His smile was gone, he opened his eyes and replied, "Ya are too young to know 'bout anythin' like that..."

Gin let go of her mouth and Yachiru grinned, "If you give me more candy I'll pretend I never saw anything." Gin swore, then gave her the last of his strawberry candies.

"Tha hell's Kenpachi-san teachin' this kid." he muttered under his breath while trying to hide his erection.

A couple more hours passed by until Matsumoto was finally spent she fell on the floor breathing heavily. "Let's...train again...tomorrow." She panted, her body quivering from exhaustion and pain.

Kenpachi-san agreed and left with Yachiru-san on his shoulders, leaving Gin and Matsumoto-chan alone.

Gin walked over to her, and smoothly lifted her up into his arms. "Wanna go to my place?" Gin asked soothingly.

Matsumoto-chan's eyes were closed, and Gin heard soft snores coming from her. He wasn't going to get an answer from her, so he started toward his place. When he walked outside, the sun was starting to come up and he realized that Matsumoto-chan had been training for more than two days straight. And that she hardly slept, he cuddled her closer to him.

"Why can't ya see that I love ya..." Gin murmured against her hair. His arms tightening around her. He was starting to hate Toushiro Hitsugaya. Toushiro-san was the one who was making Matsumoto-chan suffer. He was the one making her go crazy with revenge but most of all...he was the one who she loved.

Gin finally reached his house. He went into his bedroom and laid Matsumoto-chan down on his futon under the covers. Her body looked fragile, and she looked so vulnerable. Gin kissed her cheek then walked away to meet with Aizen-san and Tousen-san. He looked back at her, his face crumbled in sorrow, he didn't want to go through with the plan. He didn't want to leave her, but he had no choice.

Matsumoto woke up to the blazing light in her face. She shot up, and her body screamed in protest. She looked around the unfamiliar room and blinked her eyes several times while trying to remember what happened and where she was.

The night came rushing back to her: she was training with Kenpachi-sama, then her exhausted body fell to the ground. The big-breasted red-head couldn't remember what happened after that. She moaned in frustration.

Matsumoto got up out of the bed, her tender muscles almost making her fall. Matsumoto forced herself to walk out of the room. She had to meet Kenpachi-sama at the underground training area.

Matsumoto stepped outside and looked up at the sun. It was mid-day already. She groaned but kept walking toward the training area, her muscles quivering at her every step.

"Its about time you showed up!" Kenpachi growled. "You're lucky I even waited for you."

"Ken-chan, you wanted to wait. You said that you'd like to finally be able to do something other than sit around waiting for your next mission." Yachiru said, in her high, shrill voice.

Kenpachi-sama grunted in response, "Let's go." He turned and started going down the long stairs to the training area.

Matsumoto quietly followed. Her muscles hurt and she felt so weak and tired. The red-head was about to tell them that she changed her mind until she saw flashes of Hitsugaya-sama's dead body in her mind. The pain was eluding her mental barriers. Matsumoto shut her eyes and got rid of the pain. Ignoring her aching muscles, she caught up to them.

She was doing this for Hitsugaya-sama. She was going to kill the monster who brutally murdered her love.

They finally reached the area were they trained, but before they could start they heard someone clearing their throat. Matsumoto turned and saw Hinamori standing there. Her eyes were red and she looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Hina-"

"Matsumoto-chan, I...I want to train with you." She managed to say. She was playing with her fingers nervously, waiting to see what they would say.

"Sure! Ken-chan will look forward to it more if there's more people." Yachiru cried. She hopped off Kenpachi-samas shoulder and landed next to Hinamori. "But, there's a price to pay." Yachiru stuck her little hand out.

Hinamori was confused. She didn't understand what the little pink-headed girl wanted. She stared at the extended arm, for a while then she smiled for the first time in a long time. "You want candy." She said. Reaching into her medicine pouch, she pulled out a sweet cherry candy.

"Oooh, cherry!" Yachiru smiled, "O.K. You can train with Ken-chan." Then she jumped up on a rock and shoved the candy in her mouth, waiting for them to start.

"Now, both of you attack me." Kenpachi said in his thunderous voice.

Hinamori went behind him and Matsumoto was in front. On Matsumoto's signal they both ran and jumped at him, their katanas raised. Kenpachi spun, deflecting both their attacks.

Hinamori swung her katana up at him, but Kenpachi grabbed it with his bare hand. She gasped, her eyes widening and he flung her away from him. He spun around just in time to block Matsumoto's katana from cutting his chest, his one eye dull with boredom.

He was deliberately going easy on them. "You can do better than that!" He snarled. He deflected each and every one of their movements.

Matsumoto and Hinamori were both panting heavily. Matsumoto's body ached, but she couldn't stop now. She was staring at Kenpachi-sama and came up with a plan. "Hey Hinamori, lets try a different tactic. Maybe we'll get him this time."

"I'm up for any ideas." Hinamori replied, still panting.

The red-head told Hinamori her plan. The dark-haired girl nodded her head, then grinned. They both turned to face the dark, bulky man, and embarked the plan. They were going to cut him this time. Together they were going to defeat Kenpachi-sama, and together they were going to kill Kuchiki Byakuya.

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I AM SOOO SORRY!!! I didn't mean to take like about 5 months to write the next chapter. I am so so sorry I feel so bad, It will never ever happen again. I was just so lazy, and didn't really know what to write, but I'm finally done so...yay? Again I'm sorry, more sorry than the other times I apologized... I hope you guys liked this chapter, when I was writing this chapter I was repeating in my head "please don't turn out like crap...please." so I hope you like it...And once again I want to thank Psy-chan for editing, if she didn't no one would want to read it, the grammar and stuff would be so bad, I had so many mistakes!! I also want to thank Shi-chan for editing the sex scene, she knows more about yaoi sex then me xP. And I also want to thank Brando for helping me think of some ideas, and I want to thank you guys as well for still wanting to read my fan fic, even though I didn't update in a long...long...long time... .

~Scattered Cherry Blossoms

BTW: Gin is so adorable~ he he x3 And MERRY CHRISTMAS!!