The very nice lady walked me upstairs to have the investigator talk with me. But before she did so, she called my family to come to the station.
At the top of the staircase was a long hallway with a few room doors on each side. The station was rather empty besides the few officers lingering in doorways of the offices and investigation rooms. Some even in the middle of the hallway, but they parted ways for me to pass. I could count at least 7 or 8 officers in my sight but there were probably more around somewhere.
Surprisingly, the police station was fairly large. It was also really neat and had a refreshing scent to it. In my opinion it was a tad bit too quiet for my taste, kind of unnerving. Despite those faults, the temperature was cool and it felt good. It stopped me from sweating at least.
The woman leading me was wearing black heels, a short tan business shirt with a tan suit and a white tie. Her hair was pulled into a bun and she was quite skinny, too skinny for my liking.
Anyway, the room I was led to was very small. It had two chairs on each side of a table in the center of the room and a window was beside the door, which was shut behind me as I entered.
I took my seat on the side of the table that was farthest from the door and watched out the window as I waited. I could see my reflection slightly in the window. Whoa, was all I could think. I looked absolutely awful. My hair was knotted, my shirt had holes, one of my arm sleeves had been ripped off, my face and arms were covered in dirt, I had a black eye, bruises along my cheek and head, a busted lip, and I also noticed my stomach had blue and purple patches of skin through the holes in my shirt. That Aizen bitch must have done more than just inject me with that monster serum. Should've expected that. Tch.
A sharp knock on the door snapped me out of my train of thought. Entering the room was who I could only describe as a detective, because of the somber air surrounding her. I watched as her eyes drifted over my wounded body and widened a bit before she erased all emotion from her face. She locked eyes with me and flashed me a gorgeous and breathtaking smile before taking her seat.
"Hello, nice to meet you, Mr. Kurosaki," she smiled, organizing the papers she had laid out on the table.
"Likewise, and you can call me Ichigo."
"Alright, Ichigo, I know this might be hard to talk about, but I need to ask you some questions. Will that be alright with you?" the detective asked.
I nodded my head. The lady in front of me gave me a thankful and reassuring smile. She was beautiful. She had shiny purple hair that was pulled into a high pony tail, but left a few strands of hair to fall around her face. Her eyes were golden and filled with excitement. The smile that she flashed was blinding. She wore a bright orange V-neck shirt with a black turtle neck and tight black skinny jeans. All the clothes she wore hugged her curvy body. She was the definition of beauty.
"Very well, my name is Shihoin Yoruichi, but you can just call me Yoruichi," she stated.
Ah, so her name was Yoruichi. A magnificent name for a magnificent woman.
"Alright," I answered.
"Ichigo, do you remember anything at all or for starters, do you remember how you got kidnapped?" she asked gently.
"I think I was walking home from staying late at school. It was just getting dark and I didn't want to be late for dinner so I decided it would be quicker to take a shortcut. Then…" I tried to think of what happened that night, but it was all a big blur, "Then I think someone came up behind me, I don't know. That's all I remember of that night."
"I see," she picked up her pen and began scribbling a few things down on the paper. "How did you get those bruises and holes in your shirt?" She put the tip of the pen in her mouth and cocked her head at me.
"I don't remember," it was true, I was still trying to figure it out myself.
"Well, is there anything else you can tell me about what happened to you while you were in their custody?"
"I remember waking up and being strapped down to a chair. I tried to move but the restraints held me tightly in place. I felt a prick in my arm and when I looked I saw…" I trailed off.
Could I really tell her about everything that happened? No, I couldn't. No one can know. "You're not human anymore," I recalled him saying.
"What did you see?" her eyes were filled with wonder.
"I saw a man, and he told me to relax and that I would return home soon. Then I blacked out and don't remember a thing until the time I woke up in the back of a car."
She took her pen from her mouth and wrote down more things from what I told her.
"Why would he take you home? Do you know?"
"Because I was a survivor of his failed serum," was what I wanted to blurt out, but I didn't, "Maybe I wasn't the right person?" I lied.
"Alright, what happened while you were in the car?"
"We exchanged a few words. I asked why he kidnapped me, but I didn't get an answer." I hated lying; although I decided it was for the best.
"Did you at least get a good look at him? Or catch his name?"
"He had longish brown hair."
It wouldn't hurt to tell a little truth after all.
She sighed, "Thank you for your cooperation."
"I'm sorry I couldn't help more," and truth be told I was sorry. I was sorry for lying, sorry for having to hide things, and sorry for being a monster.
Yoruichi stood up and I followed. She reached her hand across the table to shake mine. I gripped her hand firmly and shook it.
Her hand was so fucking soft! She must moisturize it every day or something. I realized we had stopped shaking hands, but we still had our hands connected looking at one another. I immediately dropped her hand and looked down to the floor, feeling my cheeks heat up.
I heard a soft chuckle as she walked to the door and opened it. I raised my gaze to find my family walking up the staircase into the hallway; they were being led by the same lady who led me.
I noticed their faces were all tear stained. It put a frown on my face.
I pushed past the detective and ran towards my family. My two sisters spotted me first, then my step mother. Their eyes were filled with tears which soon fell as I scooped them up into my arms.
My mother had been kidnapped when I was a kid.
She wrapped her arms around me and clutched onto me, preventing them from separating us, but eventually they ripped her from me as she struggled to connect us again. I shut my eyes and covered my face with my hands. I sat there and cried, what else could I do? I could hear my mother getting further and further away and the sound of shuffling against the dirt and concrete. She screamed, groaned, and grunted as she fought but she was no match for them. "RUN! RUN, ICHIGO! SAVE YOURSELF! GO!" She screamed. I opened my eyes to look at her, her eye were wide with fear and cheeks were tear stained as she continued to try to get towards me, but the men had her held tightly so she had no escape. One of the three men reached into his pocket and pulled out a white rag. Chloroform. He covered her nose and she slowly began to stop moving until she fell limp.
Then they took her away. I never saw her again. She did her best to protect me and she succeeded. Two years later, my father remarried. I swore to protect my family from then on. I couldn't lose anyone else.
Maybe somewhere out there she is being keep somewhere or even being tortured. No, don't think like that! But, maybe she is still alive, the police never found her or a body after all. All we can do is hope. I will fucking find the truth to where she is and make whoever did this pay. I fucking will.
I was glad to have been snapped out of my vivid, violent, and graphic memories of my mother's kidnapping, but even so, sometimes I had dreams that add on to how she was taken. I would have originally not have been able to remember a single thing of what happened and let alone their fucking faces because I was too young, but since I continuously relive that nightmare over and over again I do.
"Thank goodness you're okay! We're so glad to have you back!" They all sobbed.
"I'm so glad to be back. I missed you guys so much!"
"You look awful Onii-chan!" gasped Karin.
Yuzu elbowed Karin in the side, causing her to wince, "That was rude!"
Yuzu and Karin were my two sisters that I loved very much. Matsumoto Rangiku was my step mother. Everyone, including me, thought my dad just married her for her breasts and her family money.
"Where is dad?" I questioned, a little worried about the answer.
Rangiku sighed and locked eyes with me.
"Your father is at home…" she trailed off.
"He didn't come..?" my tone was full of sorrow. How could my own father not want to come see his son who was just kidnapped? Of course he wouldn't. He is too fucking self-centered.
"No… He is a bit wasted…" her voice came out as a whisper.
"Oh," was all I managed to answer.
It's not like I expected any normal fatherly behavior anyway. He probably hoped I died while I was gone or at last didn't care, typical father. He blames me for her capture and I blame myself. He gets drunk off his ass everyday unless he is sober. Which is close to never. He used to be a loving father and now look, a physically and verbally abusive father. And now I have more problems on my plate besides that, great.
"Doesn't matter! I'm glad I have you guys," I brushed it off and put on a smile.
"Let's get you home. It's about time to have you back." We all giggled and headed off towards the car once everything at the station was taken care of.
Finally, I'm home. But I know that things will now be much different. I will always vividly remember what Aizen told me.
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Yes! Chapter two is done! The feels of this chapter.. ;-; I'm proud it turned out the way it did!
Now to start on chapter three. Mwuahaha. I already have a plot twist planned for the middle which I can't wait get to. Oohhhh, its going to be good. Hehehe