Part two already as I'm much further ahead on my laptop and can't help myself! Upload, i must upload!
Please do correct me on the spelling of Hichigo if its not right. My computer has a wobbly every time I write it!
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Unohana was surprised to return to her hospital and find so many people wondering about the ginger boy. So many of them regarded him as the one who would save them this war. The one who had the power to protect them all and stop the devastation that would fall upon them when this war started.
She looked down at the sleeping human and shook her head. What could she do to help him? How many people were going to have their hopes dashed when the truth of his condition became common knowledge. The shell before her, was probably going to remain just that, a shell. No hero laid here anymore. No genius, all powerful saviour. Just a poor boy who had suffered something that no one should ever suffer.
Broken was an inept word to describe the feeling that radiated from him. Broken, damaged, tainted…empty. Faintly she felt another feeling…lost.
Her hand touched his face in a gentle way and she wished him a silent prayer of hope and recovery.
The squad had worked hard to heal the physical wounds. Traces of fresh scarring showed proud in pink tendrils threading over his body. It differentiated the old war wounds earned in an honourable fashion and the despicable new wounds, freshly gained during a fight for more than survival. Visible scars however always had the chance to be accepted and ignored. Mental scars formed deeper grooves of change that allowed fear, regret and self loathing to harbour. Who was going to save Kurosaki from himself? Who was going to bring this drugged teen back from the darkness he was lost in.
A distressed murmur escaped the lips and she soothed his brow with a caring stroke of her finger tips.
"Your safe here Kurosaki. Let yourself sleep." She whispered.
-- ByakuyaXIchigo --
Inside his mind, there was only the world of black and white now. Colour seemed something fanciful and made up in his imagination. Black represented himself, white his tormentors and red the weakness he was not permitted to feel. His blood was not permitted.
So many things would be punished.
Bleeding would be punished. Talking would be punished, making a sound of any kind would be punished. Moving would be punished, remembering colour, remembering people or a life before…it was all punishment. It was hard to know of anything he was permitted, but thinking certainly wasn't and so he didn't let himself think anymore.
His senses improved and he had silently learnt to feel what they wanted from him. Right now, he could feel that 'they' just wanted him to stay still and even sleep.
Sleep? Was that permitted? Allowing himself that luxury seemed a rare treat and he felt someone by him again…someone touching his face…don't look, don't let them punish you again…punishment would come if he was good or if he was bad he knew that now, but it didn't stop him straining to avoid that punishment.
The 'they' he felt were new again. It was how it was. Every now and then more new 'they' appeared and punished him. Strange that 'they' didn't seem to want to punish him today. They wanted him to sleep. Would 'they' punish him if he didn't? Well that was how it would always happen. Just follow the instructions, hope that 'they' don't punish him and hope to get passed another day. Another day over. Another day to keep searching for everything he knew he was missing. Every name, place and memory. It was all here somewhere in his head. Don't let them know you are looking… don't let them think that your not trying to be good.
He deserved his punishment. He was such a disappointment to 'them' all. He would try and try and try to not disappoint anymore. It never happened though, when he felt he had been 'good' the goal posts were moved and he found himself wrapped in the clutches of punishment again.
Nobodies didn't deserve to be good. He was a nobody. Nobodies didn't deserve to think. He was a nobody, no name, no face, no memories and no thoughts.
Empty, lost and alone.
-- ByakuyaXIchigo --
"And you were where?" The unemotional drone of Uliquorra spoke to the newest member of the Espada.
"Don't stress out. Getting rid of the body like you wanted me to." Hichigo gave the dry man his usual grin.
"You are now free from your bonds. You have a reason to be grateful to Lord Aizen."
"Yeah, that brat was a hindrance. Good riddance I say. Roll on the war, I want to show them damn shingigami my true powers." His grin widened and he cracked his knuckles. "Guess I have you to thank for finally freeing me of that burden." He recalled watching Uliquorra's hand dip into Ichigo's chest and pull free dripping with blood. It had been the injury that terminated Ichigo's time in Hueco Mundo.
"It was an order." Uliquorra turned and resumed his walk along the corridor. Higicho watched him for a moment his grin dropping into a scowl Ichigo would have been proud of.
"Just one more bastard to get even with." He said to himself. Still no one seemed to have noticed that he had taken the body to the one place he knew they'd help him. One day he would be reunited. That one day would be after he's killed the miserable bastards who thought Ichigo was theirs to do as they pleased with.
He walked along towards his own chamber and laid on the bed inside. It was a huge shock to his system to be free from Ichigo, free and independent. Something he had always dreamed of, wanted and laughed gleefully for when it was proposed. Never did he expect the huge amount of loss and despair that overwhelmed him.
Torn apart from Ichigo, he might have gained all the powers they shared, but that's not how he felt. He didn't feel the power as a bonus. The loss of Ichigo was painful. His brother was gone.
Watching them beat the living daylights out of the helpless creature the separation created was the hardest thing he had ever faced. Watching them force themselves inside the youth who could not even summon any resistance. It tore something inside him he never dreamed he was capable of. Retaliation brought punishment. Punishment he could have handled if they had taken it out on him, but they didn't. They took it out on Ichigo. Now he understood the rain he stood in most his existence. He understood feelings as he'd suffered Ichigo's for so long.
Hollows don't cry. This one didn't and wouldn't either. But Hollows do feel pain and loss. That's just how he felt lost and torn from the one thing he could have always relied on. Ichigo.
Grimmjow pushed open the door and grinned at the newest recruit.
"You know you look just like him. Its quite spooky." His evil tones rose Hichigo from his bed. He stood face on to the man daring to think he could enter without a knock. Where was the respect? He'd beaten him to a pulp once, had he forgotten that?
"You'll knock in future!" Hichigo hissed.
"Yeah well I was thinking about that as my hand went to do that." He came further into the room and stood only almost touching the fellow Espada. "Only as I see it… Aizen would be so happy to find out how you 'disposed' of the body. He'd love to know where it was left."
"Don't threaten me." A finger jabbed into the others chest.
"Or what? We made a deal." Grimmjow flicked the puny finger away.
"Yeah. We did didn't we." Hichigo grinned letting the other step even closer and rub his arousal against his thigh.
"Ahh, your almost making me think your looking forward to this." Grimm licked the soft pure white cheek flesh.
"And I was thinking the others might enjoy it too." Grimm looked at him surprised. "Wanna spread the word for me?"
"You think they'd want your arse do you?"
"Oh I promise them the time of their lives."
"Hahahaha, you including Aizen in that are you?" The older Espada stepped back laughing. "You really are just as full of your self as he used to be."
"Oh I'm way beyond your imagination Grimmi… Just you wait until later tonight hot boy. This body will be more than you can handle!" Grimmjow laughed again as he left the room. This might be better than he dreamed of.
-- ByakuyaXIchigo --
"What I don't understand is why we can't sense his usual powers. You said you were drawn to the Arrancar not the boy?" Byakuya listened to the calm medic captain as she looked through the open door to the still unmoving figure. "He was never some one who could hide his spiritual energy before."
Byakuya had returned the following day to sit and watch the boy if only for an hour. That day turned into many and now he still had not moved. Never in all his years had he been so drawn towards an individual before with such a strong desire to help them. He had been thinking of the same puzzle himself. Ichigo couldn't have learnt to control his energy in such a short time could he? But then this was Ichigo.
"Any change?" Rukia and Renji appeared and looked in at the figure of their friend.
"No none." Unohana smiled sorrowfully. "Physically there is nothing else I can do for him."
"They want to send him home don't they?" Renji guessed as he looked at his captain.
He nodded in response and looked to Unohana. "I'll look after him." It was an impulsive thing to suggest, but he couldn't bare the thought of losing him to the real world again.
"I think Isshin Kurosaki is hoping to have him home."
"His spiritual powers will not restore in time in the real world. Here surrounded by all the sprit particles he will stand a greater chance." Rukia said, she knew this from her own experiences.
"I think his family have the right to make this decision."
-- ByakuyaXIchigo --
As expected, the chamber door opened and Grimmjow came for the first instalment of his payment. The waiting of weeks to make the claim meant that he was all the more ready to claim it. Shame damn Aizen kept him busy for this long.
"Oi Hitici." The panther almost purred.
"Such keenness." The laughter of a watery voice came from the bathroom door. Grimm turned viewing the youth rubbing his hair with a white towel fresh from the shower. The teal eyes roamed over the naked body. Unlike Ichigo, it showed no scarring. His body was fresh and new; protected in battle by the flesh and bone of his once host who bared all the scars. The toned firm torso was invitingly tempting. It tapered off to a delicious well hung cock that sat comfortably between the firm defined thighs. "Enjoying the view are we?" The Hollow laughed turning to throw the towel into the bathroom giving Grim a good view of his arse and rippling back. When he turned back around, Grim was almost on his knees in desire and totally unprepared for the back handed strike across his face that sent him reeling across the room.
"What the fu…"
"I assumed…" Hichigo grabbed the stricken Espada by the collar and hauled him into the air. "…That you like it a little rougher than most." A grin spread across both their faces.
"Hell yeah." Grimm laughed.
Laugh away you dumb shit. I haven't forgotten what I saw you do to Ichigo.
Grimm landed from the throw on the bed, his head cracking against the wall.
"Get your hot arse here, Hitchi!" Grimm growled and grinned as the Hollow strutted towards him baring the beginnings of his erection. He peeled off his own clothes watching as the boy laid down on the bed and waiting for him to finish. He sat in a kneel over him grabbing the erection with his clawed hand and began to pump it harshly as his teeth sunk forward into the pale flesh to make a virgin scar across his shoulder. He licked the seeping blood as finger nails ripped into his own shoulder causing to pant with pain and desire.
Bloodied lips crushed against the others in a battle for power. Tongues thrashed, as if lost in a battle to the death, breathing hitching upwards as the war continued.
Bony fingers pressed the older Espada back falling on top of him and rubbing his body against the other. His hands balled into fists and punched the face beneath him harshly. Wide grins and bloodied lips smiled back as Hichigo's teeth nicked at the flesh leading down over the ready nipples, the tensing and flinching abdomen to the navel and finally to clamp over the large bulge of need that wept waiting so desperately for attention.
Grimm growled a low rumbling moan and thrust into the younger mans mouth. The gagging causing his lips to curl and his fingers to push the face deeper down refusing release. He howled in pain and pleasure as the teeth dug into him.
Hichigo yanked himself free gasping for some air looking at the Teal mans evil grin.
A hand cracked down on the bare flesh of his face and a handful of hair later, he was back gagging over the length of flesh that threatened to force itself down his throat.
Dry fingers pushed against the tightly clasped muscle of his rear and Grimm cried out startled as the finger delved in unwanted and flashed inside him. Before he could counter attack the invasion, his mind was awash with pleasure and bucked harder into the youths mouth. More fingers, he daren't count how many writhed inside him forcing yells from him as an indescribable force flushed his seed from his body awakening his climax sooner than he wanted. His body was weakened as it crested the wave, weakened and unready for Hichigo to force his dick down inside him.
Grimm looked at the kid surprised and shocked as a grin of seed drooling evilness claimed him.
"Think I'd let you top?" The voice laughed. Grimm didn't care, the high of his climax seemed to continue in a long wave of excitement as the intrusion pressed against that magic spot repeatedly. He thrashed and groaned with each thrust and couldn't help but grab his now neglected penis harsh and pump away desperate to come again. Hitchigo laughed as Grimm yelled again, before letting himself finally release a body shattering eruption inside the others cavern.
His plan was going to work. Fool them so completely they'd let him do anything to them. Fool them into trusting him and when they finally showed the trust was complete - shatter it, break it, harm them and hurt them. One by one, he'd pick them off. One by one, they'd pay for what they did.
-- ByakuyaXIchigo --