Title: Jail of My Heaart
Genre: Angst/Horror/Family
Characters: Toshiro and others from the Vandenreich family.
Summary: Toshiro had a wish, a wish to have a family that is blood related to him. When his wish comes true it ends up being his worst nightmare.
Notes: I originally came up with the idea for this one around chapter 540, but it is also influenced by chapter 543. Also, this theorizes that Juhabach attacked again and kidnapped Toshiro again. Also keep in mind that "yu" and "ju" technically aren't interchangeable for each other, but... well... you'll see.
Rating: M

Jail of My Heart

Toshiro's eyes opened as he tried remembering why he wasn't waking up from the couch or his own bed. A glowing cage surrounded him, causing his bright teal eyes to blink shut due to the pain caused by the light. "That's right. He attacked again. How though did I come to be captured?" the boy turned his head to look into the space outside of the cage, noting how those who moved around were of the opposing side. His bright teal eyes widened upon seeing a familiar face. "Ishida?"

"Hitsugaya... I see you're awake."

"Why?" the boy found the words choking as he tried to get them out. "I thought..."

"You thought wrong. I made it clear a long time ago. The shinigami and I are enemies."

The small taicho found himself sitting up, only to realize that he had been stripped of his blade as well as his uniform leaving him in the pure white undergarment. He clapped is arms around his waist, frowning due to his state of undress. "So I'm an enemy then?" silence was the answer he got, causing Toshiro to look up again, a frown spreading across his face. "Am I some sort of trophy?"

The child's frown deepened upon seeing the look on Uryu's face. A small Adam's apple bobbed down. The Quincy spoke up, looking away as he did so. "No. You aren't our enemy, but just like the rest of us you are a trophy. I can't tell you any more then that. It's for your own good at this point."

Toshiro pulled his legs to his chest, narrowing his eyes as he did so. "Where' Kurosaki when you need him."

"He'll come." Uryu stated before turning to leave.

The boy's bright teal eyes clamped shut as he covered his head with his arms. The sound of people's voices as well as their movements came to his ear, but he choose to ignore the movements going on. As he sat there someone began to poke him with a stick like object. Eventually he found himself looking up. One of the people directed their words at him. "You're awake."

Without moving his head, he looked in the direction of the person who had spoken to him. A girl with dark hair smiled at him. Her eyes reminded him of something, but he couldn't place it. One of the males who was with her wrinkled his nose. "I don't get what is so special about him."

The female turned to glare at the male. "Excuse me?"

"All the adults are talking about him. What line is he of anyways. Wouldn't he not be of any line as he's from Soul Society and not our clan?"

Toshiro watched as the female kicked the male hard in the shins, stopping the pocking that was going on. He buried his into his arms again. The female's voice spoke up again. "Are you hungry?"

The boy remained silent and soon he heard them step away. Eventually someone else came forward and set something onto the floor of the cage, but the silver haired child choose to ignore the person. A male voice spoke up. "Come now. You need to eat and drink something. It's not poisoned either."

"Why? I focused on my kendo skills. Why did I get captured? How are the other members of my division? I failed. I failed my men big time." There also came the question in his mind about whether they wanted him to be good and behave for them like a trained pet. "As if if I'll give in. I am a captain."

He sat there refusing to eat and drink, the time passing away. However, there was another thing that he couldn't control. As he sat there, the need to relieve himself started getting worse despite his best intentions to hold it in. Finally though his bladder couldn't hold it anymore and the putrid smell caused him to feel even more ill..

And of course everyone in the court could smell it as well and the murmuring began, which brought the attention of their leader, much to Toshiro's dislike. The boy shifted his position at this time so that he was in a position where he was face to the ground so that his problem would hopefully be less visible. He also waited for the mocking tone to come. "How much time has passed?"

Instead the cage he was in suddenly disappeared and he fell a couple of feet to the ground. The dishes of food and water he had been provided clattered to the ground. Pain spread through his elbows and knees. Toshiro attempted to push himself up off the ground, only to find his body weak from hunger and thirst.

"Did you have to be so stubborn?" The man stepped closer then causing the boy to flinch. "Are you refusing to look at me because of this stubbornness or because you lack the courage to do so?"

A small hand suddenly clenched as Toshiro thought about the man's words. Finally though he lifted his head up to look at the man, only to find himself without the strength to do so. The need to prove the man's statement of him lacking courage caused him to collapse onto his side so that he would be able to look the man in the eye.

Courage at first allowed him to glare at the man, but something about the man was intimidating, causing him to freeze up. Or perhaps his body was reacting to the lack of strength. To his surprise the man knelt down. He flinched as the hand reached out to touch him, knowing full well he didn't have the strength to fight back any amount of abuse that the man would lob at him.

Two bright teal eyes snapped shut, only to feel the back of a bony hand gently brush away his hair before touching his forehead lightly. "You have a fever."

Again there came a murmuring from those of the opposing side. A male voice spoke up. "Any instructions your majesty?"

"The boy needs taming in another method. Prepare the bath in my own quarters."

Toshiro's mind raced around what the man meant about taming him and what he thought about caused his empty stomach to hurt even more. Someone though lifted him up in a gentle manner then and he felt himself being carried. He also found himself fighting to stay awake, only to find that the sudden fear he felt was managing to keep him awake due to a mild adrenaline rush.

After hearing the sound of a door opening and closing he heard the same voice that had asked for instructions speak up. "The bath is ready."

"Good." Toshiro recognized the voice as that of the leader of the Quincy. The direction caused his eyes to snap open. He felt his throat tighten as he looked up at said leader, realizing that he was the one who had carried him to this place. The man carefully set the boy down before giving another instruction to the man. "Fetch something for him to eat and drink that is suitable for someone of his condition."

It was then that the man backed off and Toshiro felt the presence of two others as he sat on the cool tile outside of the bath, his hands taking in the nice feeling. "How long is this nice feeling going to last though."

The two people were female and they carefully began to undress him, causing his cheeks to flush up while the man went elsewhere. Toshiro could hear the sound of a bed creaking. The two women lowered him into the bath and began to wash him. Without realizing it he said his next thought so that the three people could hear him. "What ever they're planning on doing I wish they would get over with."

"What? Do you think I'm going to rape you?" The comment from the man caused Toshiro to flinch as well as the two females to stop working on bathing him. The man then continued. "You are a strange child. You should feel better after a bath.

A frown crossed Toshiro's face. The two females continued to wash bathe him though their movement was now tense. Despite this the ache from having to remain in the cage like he had began to disipate. The pain in his stomach as well as his bladder though didn't go away. He carefully turned his head to see what the man was doing, only to find the man reading a book.

The man glanced up, almost as if he knew that Toshiro was watching him. "Is something the matter?"

A silver head of hair suddenly shook in the negative. The boy then took a deep sigh before saying one word. "Why?"

There came a pause from the man and the two females. When they continued, Toshiro found that they were more relaxed. The man looked at him. "That cage you were in is for the enemies of the Quincy."

"I am an enemy then?" Toshiro watched as the two females gave him rather startled looks before looking at each other. Something was obviously worrying them about what he said.

"Enemy?" The man shook his head. "No. You could have gotten out of that cage if you wanted. The thing is, instead of choosing to break out you choose to remain calm, something I didn't expect considering..."

There was a pause. "If the cage..." Toshiro's mouth snapped shut. "I'm not going to give him what he wants. He wants me to engage in conversation in order to trick me into trusting him. Plus... I don't trust his intentions at all."

"If the cage is supposed to imprison the enemies of the Quincy, then those it can't imprison are of the Quincy bloodline."

The silver haired boy felt his breath catch in his chest. His tone of voice tightened up. "What may I ask makes the Quincy bloodline the Quincy bloodline."

"Each and every Quincy is my descendent."

Panic raced through Toshiro's mind and the need to fight caused him to trash slightly, much to the irritation of the two females trying to take care of him. He could feel them try and hold him still. "You lie! There is no way..." Somehow he managed to slip free and slip under the water, a bit of the liquid getting into his lungs. The females pulled him up. "There is no way I could have broken lose! I'm not related to any of you."

One of the females spoke then. "Please, constrain yourself.

Then the other. "You're going to injure yourself."

The next thing he knew the two females had lifted him out of the bath and were carefully drying him off before clothing him in a clean robe. Despite having come out of the bath, his entire body shook as the panic continued to race through his mind. The man placed a bookmark into his book and snapped it shut, before coming over and carefully picking him up and taking him over to the bed and setting him carefully onto the bed.

The action of picking him up again had caused Toshiro to snap his eyes shut tightly. Again the bony hand wiped the hair away from his forehead. "There is something you need to see." The small boy shook his head, his breaths coming now in ragged efforts. "Fine... you'll see it when you're ready to see it."

The man picked up his book again and went then to the other side of the bed and began reading again. The boy's body continued to shake as his mind tried to process what he was thinking. The adrenaline that his bout of fear has caused started to subside despite the fact he was still panicking, causing him to fall into a half stupor.

The next thing he knew he was being brought out of it, his mind slightly refreshed from the half state of sleep. His body on the other hand was still weak due to not eating as well as the fever that racked his body. The two females that had taken the time to bathe him lifted him up so that he was in a sitting position.

The first thing he noticed was that Juhabach was still reading his book. The second thing he noticed was a man with similar coloring standing nearby with another female, who held a trey of food. Toshiro blinked a couple of times, but then startled upon seeing a painting on the wall opposite of the bed. His mouth opened and closed upon seeing that the woman also had the same coloring as him.

The silver haired child then glanced away, only to have one of the females try and persuade him to eat. He found himself shaking his head, before using what energy he had to pull his legs up to his chest yet again. A voice next to him spoke up a few seconds later with a lecturing tone. "You need to eat."

A small head buried in his arms and the leader of the Quincy spoke again. "I noticed that you saw the painting. Do you think it is any coincidence that you share the same coloring as that woman?"

"What of it?"

"What of it?" The book snapped shut again and was set down beside Toshiro. "That woman was my wife... my favorite wife."

"Again... what of it?"

"Your highness, may I explain?"

"Go ahead. All things considered you may be able to get through to him better then I can."

"Hitsugaya Toshiro." The man how shared the similar coloring with Toshiro spoke up. "Can you look me in the face? I wish to speak with you."

A sigh came from the boy before he peeked out from his arms, his bright teal eyes glazed over as he looked at the man. "You know my name. What is yours?"

"Jugram Haschwalth." A smile came to the man's face. "You've probably already figured out that you and I are closely related."

The bright teal eyes suddenly lost the glazed over expression and came into focus. "The only way I would have assumed something like that is if I had some kind of intelligence that let me put things together."

This statement from the boy caused Jugram to frown. "I think you know as well as I that you are quite an intelligent child. You are afterwords his child."

Toshiro frowned suddenly, the expression hidden by his arms. "Whose child?"

"The man I speak of would be my older twin brother."

Two teal eyes suddenly widened with an innocent kind of curiosity, something he normally tried to prevent. "My father. What is he like?"

Jugram glanced away. "I think you already know what he is like."

Toshiro's head left his arms. "How can I? I don't remember my parents. Until now..."

"Until now what?" Juhabach raised an eyebrow. Toshiro at first refused to speak. "Don't worry. We won't pry you for knowledge of the Shinigami. We already have all the knowledge we want."

"Tell them? That's kind of personal. However, until I get that out of the way I can't believe a word they're saying." The boy glanced at the sheets. "I'm still not sure if I can trust you when you say I'm family. For all I know this is an elaborate ruse." The sound of one of the females gasping caught his attention, but he continued with what he had to say. "It has always been my personal belief that I wasn't born in Soul Society, but instead got there by dying on a plain of ice."

A hand suddenly reached out and touched his head, ruffling his hair softly. Toshiro glanced up, frowning. The man who claimed to be his uncle spoke then. "I'm sorry that you've believed that for so long."

"It's better then believing that ones parents abandoned you."

This statement caused Jugram to turn his head towards Juhabach. "Your majesty... is it wise to tell him who his father is?"

"He'll find out eventually. Explain to him first who his father is in relation to the Quincy"

The silver haired man let out a deep sigh. "Let's see... your father and I are born of the first line. Your father would be the first line of the first line, while I would be the second line of the first line."

Toshiro glanced away. "I see. The reason you want me is because I'm your heir. Let me make it clear that I refuse to fight against the Shinigami and if I am recovered by them I will go back to fighting against you."

"Your highness!" The female carrying the food dropped the trey, causing the other two males in the room to glare at her. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to speak ill of our prince, but have they brainwashed him this much that he hates us?"

"Brainwashed? Isn't that what you guys are trying to do to me?"

"Let me make something clear. My position when it comes to you is that you will fight for neither side." Juhabach spoke, his tone dark. The man's words caused Toshiro to shake again. "I'm also well aware that you have a dislike towards your own people. That blame lies on your father as he's the one who decided to separate himself from us."

"There was likely a reason for that."

Jugram shook his head. "Go get some replacement food while we continue to speak to my nephew."

The woman turned and hurried off, her face pale with fear. The one of females stayed beside the bed in case Toshiro needed any physical support, while the third cleaned up the mess on the floor. The boy opened his mouth to say something more, to protest what was going on. Instead he found his hands reaching for his throat, his mouth burning from the pain of having forced himself to speak despite being as tired as he was.

Juhabach seemed to notice. "Eat and rest a bit. We'll then continue the conversation."

"How can he act like everything is normal when I completely wet myself in front of the entire court. How can he brush off the fact my home is with the Shinigami and that I have no bonds with them. Why do they blame my father for taking me away as well? If he did take me away, there has to be a reason for it."

His body couldn't take anymore and he found himself collapsing to the bed while the one female fussed over him. She likely was also a relative, though how close they were related he didn't know. He must have drifted off again, because he came back too just as food was being placed to his lips. He opened his eyes, clamping his mouth shut.

Juhabach and Jugram were both still in the room. The silver haired man looked at him, his arms folded across his chest. "You're as stubborn as your father. Please eat. You do no one any good including yourself if you don't eat."

"I can't fight it anymore." Toshiro's closed as his mouth finally opened and he found himself eating and drinking the food he was given. His stomach began to feel better, but his bladder hurt still despite being empty.

"How are you feeling?" The question from his so called uncle remained unanswered so the man spoke up again. "Is there anything that doesn't feel right?"

"I have enough problems saying this in front of... Unohana..."" The boy glanced at the ground. "I don't feel good physically... but what hurts the most is the fact I've lost people I care about, something neither one of you seem to care about."

"That's a mute point. This is your home, not there with the Shinigami." Jugram's eyes lit with a deep anger.

"What right do you have to decide that!"

"The fact you're still a child." Juhabach stated as if saying such a thing wasn't such a big deal.

"Back to what we were talking about." The silver haired man spoke, still glaring at the boy. "If you were born here like you were supposed to be, your name would have been Jushiro as all of the first like's names start with the "ju" sound. The reason I have a name with said sound is because your father and I were twins."

"What... and my father's name would have been Ju..." Toshiro paused, his mind wrapping around the sudden realization. A laugh came out of his mouth as he bent forward. "I get it now. The jokes really on all of you, not me."

"Excuse me?" Juhabach frowned.

"My father's name was Jugin and his brothers name is Jugram... names befitting twins. I know him as Ichimaru Gin." The boy continued to laugh. "I know why I have the name I do. No matter what you say, I belong with the Shinigami."

A sudden flare of reiatsu caused Toshiro to suddenly crumple to the bed in his weakened state. He expected Juhabach to hit him. The boy closed his eyes. "It doesn't matter how much you torture me or try to bribe me. My father left me with something special that you absolutely can't take away. You won't ever understand what it is either because you don't know or understand me."

Tears though came unbidden to his eyes, the nightmare situation still getting the better of him. The man reached out thought gently to brush the boy's hair away. "Be as stubborn as you want to be about this."