Doctor's Training

Chapter Four

Comfort within the Pain

His first thought was that he had a headache. His second thought was he was unusually calm since he thought he remembered someone grabbing him and stabbing him with a hypodermic needle. He blinked wearily to see he was in a large open room that seemed to be a basement. It seemed somewhat damp and he figured that it would be colder, but it was actually pretty warm. He pulled his arms up and realized that they were securely tied in front of him, his arms wrapped from elbow to wrist with ropes. It wasn't tight, but it was definitely strong. He was thankful that his hands weren't tied in any way. His legs, though, were painfully contorted and roped together from ankle almost to his hips, ropes biting into his legs painfully and his toes felt numb. Whoever had tied him didn't want him getting away. Strangely, the tight roping would ensure less chance of rope burn on his body since they were spread across the entirety of his arms and legs. He jerked his bound legs experimentally and heard a clink. Chained the wall from the ankle, he thought.

He was wearing his green scrubs from the day, but he was in his sock feet, his shoes gone. He felt the relative headiness of being drugged, and there was a soft gag in his mouth. It was too tight to dislodge but it was soft and loose enough so that it didn't cut into his mouth. He started when he heard a noise and saw feet coming down a set of stairs to the right.

"Ah, the doc's awake," a playful sounding voice said. He leaned over and he found himself staring at a very tall dark haired man with a bandana covering one eye. It wasn't the blonde man in pink scrubs that had snagged him from the hospital. "You have a nice nap, you pretty little thing?"

Ichigo scowled at him; of course he couldn't say anything. He grinned showing a very wide and disconcerting display of teeth. "See, I'm under instructions to make sure that you are punished for your father's laziness. But I'm forbidden to do anything to your lovely hands."

He had moved in front of him and kneeled, staring his one eye into Ichigo's brown ones. "You're really a sweet thing." He ran his hands up and down his bound arms. A shiver went through him.

"It's been an hour, so we have to punish you for your father's laziness. So what bone will I break?" he asked, running hands down his thighs and his legs. "Maybe a rib?" he poked harshly into his side. "Nah, too close to the organs and we can't have you dying. Not yet. Maybe…ah, a toe."

He turned to stare at the man as he yanked the white sock from his foot and ran fingers over his toes before he took his smallest in his hand and yanked it to the side. He grunted into the gag, eyes watering at the sudden sting of pain. The dark haired man smiled. "Only the littlest piggy this time. But if the boss doesn't get yer pop's money soon, I'll come break something bigger."

Ichigo stared dumbly at the weird angle the toe was bent at. He supposed it wasn't that bad. His mind went through the treatments and possible healing time as well as any chance of infection. It felt like a clean break, but it had to be put back into place or healing wouldn't occur. He wondered what had possessed these people to kidnap him. He supposed the simple answer was money. But he was confused at the moment because he should really be freaking out since he was bound and gagged. Somehow he wasn't. Instead he still felt…comfortable.

After a while he heard muttering discussions at the stairs. It wasn't enough to make anything out, but he heard his name and "doesn't think we're serious" amid the words. Then there was footsteps coming down the stairs again. He looked up to see the black haired man with the covered eye.

"I though ya were 'sposta be some sorta spaz, but yer not bothered by this at all," he observed, calmly. "Anyway, yer pop doesn't seem motivated enough to get us what we want. So he's gonna need some motivation. So, just try not to scream too fuckin' much, and then smile for tha camera."

Now he did get a little nervous. He was defenseless completely. It wasn't like he was unused to getting hit. It happened an awful lot when he was in school, but he did like to be able to protect himself from damage when he could. Well, damage to his hands, anyway. He'd had his share of broken bones from fights, but he refused to punch anyone, leading with his unsteady feet, which failed miserably. He protected his head and his hands at all costs. And now both were exposed as a punch landed across his jawline, sending blood spraying from a busted lip.

When he was done with him, he had blood dripping from his face, and he knew that he was going to have one black eye, and his jaw was heavily bruised. His scrub top was torn open to reveal purple bruising rising over his ribcage and belly, and he was pretty sure that he had at least three broken ribs if he didn't miss his guess. He was panting and groaning against the gag by then, his breath unsteady.

"Well, there, you make a pretty mess, time to update yer pop," he said, grinning, snapping pictures on a phone quickly, then going back upstairs absorbed in the phone, no doubt sending his father the pictures of his beaten state. "Now, since yer pop is not bothered by broken bones, maybe this will have a visible impact."

He watched him leave up the stairs and sighed. He was assessing any bruising and internal damage. So far, the ribs were the limit. He'd have a painful recovery, but he could handle it. Despite the pain coursing through his ribcage, though, the ropes made him feel comfortable. Time passed, and he nearly dozed off in the odd position.

After a while, steps on the stairs woke him up and he looked up to see the one eyed raven and the blond from the hospital. They were carrying two heavy bags between them. He watched as they sat them on a table and started taking out wads of cash. He knew his dad had come through with the ransom money. He watched as they checked every stack, assuming they were smart enough to check for sequential bills and counterfeit bills provided for them.

"Fuck, Nnoitra, did ya see his face? Priceless!" the blond said, receiving a grin in return.

"Heh, I thought he was going to cry when we didn't hand over his pretty boy, man, Ilfort, this is the best fuckin' idea you ever came up with," he said snickering.

"So why didn't you hand him over? I mean, the fuck we gonna do with 'im anyway?" Ilfort asked, looking over where Ichigo sat silently watching them.

Nnoitra grinned. "I'm using him to pay our debts off, dumbshit. We're takin' the money and him and we're getting the fuck outta the goddamned mess we're in. Figure we'll be in the clear with giving that bastard fifteen million and the boy, and then we're off to the fuckin' Bahamas for the rest of our days."

Ilfort nodded. "He on his way to pick up?"

"Yup, he'll be here in the hour. Pull out five million and set it aside. I'll head up and wait for him," Nnoitra said with a grin.

The blond looked over at Ichigo with a sigh and shook his head. "Hey, kid, really sorry about this shit. But we're in too fuckin' deep, got no choice or we're both gonna have a slit throat. You don't live long when you owe Sasoke Aizen."

Ichigo sighed. He understood self-preservation. But he had to get out of this, and that meant putting all of those IQ points to use. The problem was…he was a genius…but not about this kind of thing. But maybe if he thought like he would think in surgery…

His musing was broken by a huge dark skinned man walking over to him and staring down, while a brunette man walked to where the bag of money sat.

"Buying your way out, huh, boys?" he asked, looking at the blond and then up to the raven that followed them down the stairs. "What am I supposed to do with a kid like that?"

"His name is Doctor Ichigo Kurosaki, that twenty three year old neurosurgeon that has been on the news lately. We got money outta his dad, that fifteen million to cover the debts, and figured that you could use him as leverage or something to cover our exit from the organization," Ilfort said, his speech waxing somewhat more proper around the tall brunette.

The brunette came and stood over him, thinking. "Hrm, Dr. Kurosaki, huh? Well, doctor, seems like you belong to me now, my name is Sasoke Aizen. What I use you for has yet to be determined, boy. Personal medic is the obvious, but what about the other entertainment value you might have? Such a pretty little thing…"

Ichigo tensed as he tilted his head by his chin and stared into his eyes. His eye started to twitch as the anxiety and stress began to mount. His heart beat shot up and he could hear it rushing through his ears madly. His mind was spinning though, calculating chances of escape given variables that his mind came up with. The first obvious chance of escape was when they unshackled him, but without the ropes being removed, that didn't help much. Less than one percent. Untying his legs, he would have perhaps a fifteen percent chance taking into account the fact his legs were numb and his uncoordinated nature. The chance increased to perhaps twenty percent once he was on his feet and walking.

He didn't get to complete his assessment of escape as the large dark man unhooked the chain at his ankle and hefted him up in his arms. Well, that stripped chances down to nearly zero. He struggled a little but found that the ropes were still quite tight. He was dropped into a limo's back seat and he glanced around him. He had no idea who this Aizen person was, but it seemed he was into some sort of illegal enterprise. The man got into the car and the large man seemed to be the driver.

The limo took off and he watched the brunette, who seemed to be watching him right back. He wore a three piece black pinstripe suit with a white shirt and red tie. Ichigo sighed and turned away, but started when he felt his hands on his waist. He looked to see he was sitting beside him now, and with one move shoved him over his lap, head hanging down and legs dangling. He gasped at the pressure in his bruised and broken ribs, and at the noise, the man spread his legs out, one thigh under this hips, the other sitting under his chest. It was still uncomfortable but at least it wasn't shooting pain through him. He felt one hand rest on his back between his shoulders and the other rested on the small of his back.

"You know, you are perhaps the sweetest parting gift I've ever gotten. I'm sure they thought it would save their lives. Of course it didn't. They've been killed by now, and their small stash of money found and added to mine. I don't let people out once they're in. And the same will be true for you, little one," he said, his hand tracing down the mound of his buttocks slowly, causing him to flinch. "Such a sensitive little thing…twenty three they said you were. I'm surprised; you look more like fourteen, which is the type I prefer."

Ichigo swallowed. Great, not only was the guy some sort of criminal, he was also a pervert and child molester. Wonderful. He wondered if he was going to get out of this with anything intact. He stared down at his arms to his hands. As long as he didn't touch his hands, he really didn't care what happened to the rest of him. He grunted though when hands that were quite cold slipped under the band of his boxers to slide against his skin. As humiliating as this was, there was some unusual comfort in it. He couldn't understand it. He couldn't fight, so he didn't stress about it. No anxiety was in his blood, only a strange sensation of acceptance. In fact, he was getting lost in it. He sighed deeply and his head drooped.

"Oh, what is it, pretty?" the voice above him purred and he felt the gag come untied and watched the black fabric drop to the floor under his hanging head.

"Don't do anything to my hands," he said quietly. "Do whatever you want, just…just don't hurt my hands…"

Aizen smiled at the tremble in his voice. "Oh? Why is it that your hands are worth giving your whole body to me?"

"Without my hands, I will lose who I am completely. I'll lose my reason to live if I lose the ability to perform surgery," he said honestly. "So please, don't do anything to damage the nerves or the dexterity of my hands."

There was a snicker above him as his hand traveled down the curve of his buttocks and fingers forced themselves between the globes of flesh to settle on his protected entrance, rubbing circles around the ring of muscles. "Then I make this promise, you submit to whatever I request of you, and I will ensure that you will never lose that ability. Resist me, and I will personally take a sledge hammer to both of your precious hands."

Ichigo swallowed. "I won't resist you." There was no choice in the matter. No matter the humiliation or disgust of what was happening, he wouldn't, couldn't, risk his hands. To lose his hands and the ability to perform surgery would end his life. There was nothing else for it. He would die before living without his obsession.

He laid his head down against the leg as he continued to use his hands to pet and rub against his body. He shivered at the feeling of someone touching him in those places, and winced in pain as he forced several of his fingers into him. He closed his eyes and imagined he was anywhere but here, but it was growing harder to concentrate with the obvious erection pressing into his side. He'd made a deal with the devil, it seemed, and he would end up paying the price before this was over.

-Doctor's Training-

"What do you mean he wasn't there?" Grimmjow woke from his snooze with a start.

The money had been gathered hurriedly after a series of pictures showing that they had been beating Ichigo came through. Not that they hadn't been trying before. But now it was hours later and finally Urahara had taken a call. He put the phone down and looked up as a fox faced man with silver hair entered the room. He was wearing a three piece suit, no doubt form the authorities.

"Things have gotten more complicated. We've found two people shot at a location we are relatively certain is where Ichigo was being held. One of them is in critical condition right now, and we may lose him still, but he's the only link we have to what happened to Dr. Kurosaki. We can only hope now," he said sighing.

Gin Ichimaru really hated these cases. Kidnappers wanting ransom, then not turning over the person. Of course, both those in the shooting had been affiliated with Aizen's gang. So that meant that the only reasonable place the kid had gone was with Aizen. And that made things very complicated. Aizen was a force to be reckoned with in the community. He ran anything illegal and yet maintained his above board persona as one of the benefactors of the city. This made him untouchable by Gin and his crew. He sighed. He hoped that this would be over by now, but now it was just starting.

Grimmjow pulled out a cellphone and found the name he was looking for. If he remembered correctly, Shiro's "job" had something to do with the seedy underbelly of the city.

"Yo, Blue, whatsup?" came the response. He heard music in the background.

"Hey, get yer ass to the hospital, bring Red, I'm guessing you two are heading to the back by now?" he said.

Shiro growled. "Fuck, dude, we…wait, this about that doctor? The one ya wanna get as ya sub so bad with Red?"

"Yah, and I need yer help."

"Whatevs…I'll get Red."

He closed the phone and looked at Gin. "You don't think you can get him back if this Aizen has him, do you?"

The detective sighed. "Mah, ah doubt it."

"That's what I needed to know," he said, leaving the room, and some very confused people, behind him.

He waited for the flash of white and red and motioned them into one of the private waiting areas. "The doc, he's gone and got 'imself kidnapped, and the guys are in the morgue. They worked for Aizen."

Shiro's eyes widened. "Fuck, man, ya serious? Goddammit."

Renji looked surprised. "What?"

"Fuckin' Aizen is a bastard that runs most the underworld in town. I'm the fuckin' liason between his nasty ass and my boss, Old Man Yama of the Shinigami," Shiro said with a groan.

Grimmjow arched a brow. "Damn, thought you were into some shit, but that's heavy. They're all over the country, aren't they?"

Shiro nodded. "Yeah, only reason they ain't overrun Karakura is cuz of some truce with Aizen. He pays fuckin' well to keep us out. But that means I can get in and out of his place without a problem, I'm there most the fuckin' time. I got friends inside, including an undercover for Gin. I'll see if I can't get him out before Aizen's done with him."

Grimmjow sighed. "What does he want with him?"

"Fucker likes boys. And lucky for you two, looks like yer doctor looks like one. Now, come on, yer with me, so we can get in together. Don't fuckin' talk though. Not a peep. Yer goin in as my new crew." With that, they were off, headed through the night toward a large house on the outskirts of town.

Shiro adjusted his clothes and stepped out and Grimmjow thought he exuded dominance, complete opposite of how he'd acted in the scene they'd done together. He knocked on the door, and a guy with bright pink hair answered. They talked low and then were let in. As they entered, they heard Shiro talking.

"Sorry ta hear 'bout ya brother, what happened?"

The pink haired guy sighed. "Tryin' to leave. Thought some cash and a present for Aizen would get him out of it. Turns out he was wrong. He's dead, and Nnoitra is almost there. He might not make it through the night."

Shiro arched a fine brow. "Present? You mean that kid?"

The other guy nodded. "Yeah, Aizen just got back with him and left him in the master suite. Feel sorry for him, after all, was my brother that drug him into this mess."

"Szayel, any chance Aizen's gone now?" he said evenly.

"Yeah, he got a call out to north side…because…wait…you want to take the kid, don't you? You know what will happen if Aizen finds out you…" Szayel said with wide eyes.

Shiro grinned. "He's gonna fuck with one a'Yama's boys? Really?"

Szayel sighed. "Knock me out though, at least. That way he can't shoot me for this."

Before he even could take a breath after the statement, he was laid out on the floor unconscious. Shiro cracked his knuckles and looked up to his two shocked companions. "What? Ya think I got this job for being a good lay?"

They followed as they went through the silent mansion. There was a large set of double doors and Shiro shoved them open to enter the huge master suite. In the middle was a very big bed, and on it was the bound and gagged form of the doctor they were looking for. His arms were tied together in front of him, and his legs bound at the ankle. His clothes were half on and half off, the shirt torn, and his pants open and loose around his hips. He was on his back and looking at the ceiling.

Shiro moved around in front of him and he jumped as he locked eyes on the albino. "Hey strawberry boy, how's about we get outta here, eh? Blue and Red really wanna get ta know ya better, and yer pop's about to have an aneurism."

Ichigo stared, fascinated by the albino and his strange colored eyes. He realized that they looked strikingly similar, though. Odd, he thought, then he turned and he saw the blue haired man from the hospital and the read headed film star from the show. He frowned to see them there, but he guessed that explained why he was being untied by the white skinned fellow. Grimmjow removed the gag and he worked his mouth a bit.

"What…where did you guys come from?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"Well, I saw the fucker take you off and tried to stop 'im. So I thought I'd try and help. Shiro here is a friend and happens to know some people," he said smiling.

He looked to Renji. "And where exactly do you fit in?"

Renji grinned. "I got a bet to win, but other than that, I wanted ta help."

"How much fuckin' rope did they use?" he muttered as he tossed aside the length that had been wrapped around his legs. Then he set to work on his arms. Before long he was standing on shaky legs and pulling the sting of his scrubs light around his waist again.

"He didn't do anything to ya, huh?" Grimmjow asked, frowning, noticing the action.

Ichigo shook his head. "No, you arrived before he had a chance to do more than molest me in the limo. Not my favorite experience, but certainly nothing to worry about."

Shiro nodded. "Let's get the fuck out before I gotta fight someone harder like fuckin' Yammi or Zommie. I like my face pretty."

Carefully, they started to leave and heard a thump and curse as Ichigo had managed to trip. Grimmjow started to say something sarcastic but decided for one the kid had been through enough, but for two, he knew he couldn't help it.

"Hey, lemme carry ya, I know ya got the stuff that messes with ya legs," he said, and without waiting had him hefted up into a bridal carry. Ichigo blinked and found himself actually enjoying being carried this time. He nodded and held onto him to make it easier for him to move with him. They stepped over the crumpled body of the pink haired man and out the door, taking off at a sprint for the car. Once inside, they were peeling out and headed toward the hospital.

Grimmjow sat in the back and looked over his injuries. "It's not serious. Three fractured ribs, at least two bruised, and I believe I have a cracked orbital bone…fractured nasal bone…" Ichigo said, touching the rapidly rising bruising on his cheek, then the top of his nose.

"Are you in much pain?" Renji asked, staring at him. He looked at Renji and realized he was rapidly drumming his fingers against his thighs with his other hand. He stared at the offending hand and put his other hand over it.

"Ah, not too much. I…I…" he started drumming again, his eye tic returning. "Ah, fuck," he muttered, biting down on his lip and rocking back in the seat, then rocking forward as far as the belt would reach. "Fuck," He said and stared at Grimmjow. "Hold me up against you and squeeze me. Now."

Grimmjow frowned, remembering he had seen the other doctor do that. "But the ribs, it's gonna hurt like a bitch…"

He shook his head. "Don't care, just do it…"

Grimmjow nodded and unbuckled his own seatbelt to scoot beside him and put his arms around him like the other doctor had when he watched on the roof. He pulled him back, trying to put the pressure on his shoulders rather than his ribcage. As soon as he did it, Ichigo relaxed back into him and his breathing slowed.

"Times like this I still wish I had that compression vest," he said with a sigh, but didn't make any move to push Grimmjow away.

"Are ya sure yer alright?" he asked.

"Great, just stay like that, it's high enough it isn't aggravating the broken ribs, they're lower," he said closing his eyes and enjoying the tightness and pressure.

"Renji," Grimmjow said. "Call ahead and tell Isshin that we've got him, okay?"

Renji nodded and proceeded to make the call. All the while, Grimmjow stared down into his arms. It was awkward because he had to shift his body away so the tightness in his jeans wouldn't be seen by either Ichigo or the two in the front seat.

"He said meet him in the ER with him," Renji said, snapping the phone closed and looking back at Grimmjow's distressed face. He then grinned like the cat that ate the canary, knowing full well what his new friend's…issue…was. Considering that he was having a bit of a reaction himself…