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Chapter Thirteen
Puzzle Pieces and Falling Apart
Shūkurō Tsukishima flinched as he heard the door slam to the lab. He looked up and saw that it was Byakuya Kuchiki that had come down for something. He wished today he’d been doing rounds at the medical for his psychology classes rather than here with an irate Byakuya Kuchiki.
“Captain, can I help you?” he asked, walking over to him.
Byakuya glared at him. “Do you have the toxicology reports yet from the blood samples we identified as Ichigo’s?” he asked with a sigh.
Shūkurō smiled. “Of course, sir, hold on a moment,” he said and went into the office. He came out with a file and gave it to Byakuya. “Seems that you were right about there being no drugs in his system at the time this blood sample was taken. I cannot imagine how difficult it would have been to gone without after being such a longtime user.”
Byakuya nodded. “No, not at all,” he said quietly as he walked away.
“Um sir?” Shūkurō asked as he was about to leave.
“What is it?” Byakuya asked with a deep sigh.
“Nothing important, sir, I just was wondering why you seem so involved in this particular case. It doesn’t seem to be under your purview of white collar crime,” Shūkurō said with a slow smile.
Byakuya shook his head. “Personal reasons,” he muttered and left the room.
Isane came into the room and sighed. “He’s looking rough around the edges, huh?” she said, clutching some file folders to her chest.
“What do you mean?” Shūkurō said with a frown at her.
“Well, you didn’t hear yet?” she said quietly.
Shūkurō shook his head. “Heard what?”
Isane smirked. “That boy, the one that we’ve been trying to find? Kuchiki fell in love with him. I wouldn’t believe it, but I saw it with my own eyes.”
“But wasn’t he some sort of hooker or something?” Shūkurō responded, looking out the door where the captain had left.
“Yeah, but he was head over heels in love with him, and I couldn’t imagine it ever happening to Kuchiki. I even saw him smile!” she said with an excited proclamation.
Shūkurō’s eyes went wide. “Smile? Kuchiki? Wow, he must have done something to melt that frozen heart, huh?” he said with a shake of his head. “What’s this guy like to actually get to Kuchiki?”
Isane looked thoughtful a moment. “Well, he’s got spunk, for one thing. But they’ve got this weird thing, like he calls Kuchiki Daddy, and like, he’ll just hold the boy and snuggle him like a kid. Something odd, you know? They also did some kinky stuff,” she said with a slight blush rising on her cheeks. “I didn’t see it but I heard it sometimes while were there.”
Shūkurō nodded. “Wow, who knew that it would just take some kinky sex to loosen up Kuchiki,” he said and returned to the samples he’d been looking at.
“But shush, don’t mention that I told you, okay?” Isane said as she left the room.
Shūkurō watched her go. Interesting. Of all the people in the world to have someone affect him emotionally, Shūkurō would have never imagined Kuchiki. He shrugged and leaned over the microscope again to look at the cell structures. So much fascinating stuff cold be found inside cells…
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Luppi didn’t want to go shopping. Ichigo was on that island, possibly already dead at the very worst. He didn’t even want to think of going out. However, he also knew that hanging out in the apartment and moping wasn’t going to help much. Shinobu had suggested they go shopping to get his mind off things. He had to admit it might be good for him. Kira had to come along, though. He was still under watch.
More than a week had passed and Luppi worried a lot about what would happen. He sighed as he stood outside a department store with Shinobu, Shinobu’s sister, his mother, and Kira.
“I’m not so sure,” he said quietly as he looked back at Kira.
Kira smiled at him. “Don’t worry, things will be fine. You just have to be confident in that Ichigo will be able to hold himself together. You know him better than most, so you should believe in him.”
Luppi nodded, following these strange people into the store. They had gone to Ginza to shop, which had been a nice trip. Luppi glanced at Kira again and looked around. The place was rather fancy, to be honest. He instinctively grabbed at Kira’s hand since he was the nearest person to him. Luppi glanced down and realized that Shinobu had not worn shoes on this trip either. He thought he was rather unusual, but nice enough.
Chisato, Shinobu’s mother, smiled at him. “Come, dear. Let’s see what we can find for you.”
One of the sales clerks walked over to them. “Oh, good day, Shinobu, Chisato, and Natsuko-chan. I see you brought friends today!”
“Yes, Hinata, this is Luppi, and we need some clothing for him today. Kira here is coming along to help us with things,” Chisato said with a mild smile.
“This is too much,” Luppi whispered, glancing around and clinging to Kira without even thinking of it. “Everything here ishhu expensive.”
Shinobu smiled at him. “Think nothing of it, I want to help. Besides, this store carries some of my designs. Maybe you can do some modeling for me sometime,” Shinobu said as he walked toward one of the change rooms. “Come on, now.”
Luppi followed behind and drug Kira along. Kira, for his part, was curious as to why the short man was hanging on him. He figured that he was insecure, but Kira had no idea why Luppi would reach for him. He shook it off, thinking it was obvious that he had just been the nearest familiar person to him. They came into one of the fanciest change rooms that Kira had ever seen. It had a bench along two walls, and a set of three mirrors in front of a raised pedestal to stand on.
Hinata looked him over. “Hum, strip down to underwear, hon,” she said with a smile and guided Luppi to stand on the slight pedestal.
Luppi shifted a bit uncomfortably. “Um, I can’t…”
Hinata looked at him for a second. “Oh, I see, do you normally go without them?”
Luppi shrugged. “I never really had any, and the work I did, I was out of my clothes more than in them,” he said, glancing around.
Hinata blinked and glanced toward Chisato for a moment. “Ah, I see, do you happen to know your sizes?”
Luppi shook his head. “Most my clothes were stuff I got out of a thrift store and modified for working in,” he said. “I…I don’t really know.”
“Okay, well, here, let me get an approximate measurement and I’ll bring you some under shorts so you can try on things, okay?” Hinata said and wrapped the tape around his hips and waist. “Okay, just a minute.”
Luppi twiddled his thumbs and looked around nervously. This was such a nice place. There was no way he could have ever thought of affording something so nice. A few minutes later, the clerk came back and handed him a pair of soft shorts. Luppi touched them gingerly then nodded. He didn’t hesitate and pulled off the oversized t-shirt he was wearing and kicked off the loose hakama that Shinobu had let him use.
Hinata turned away, blushing slightly. Kira arched a brow and kept an eye on him. Shinobu and Chisato didn’t think much of it. They knew that Luppi had little modesty.
“Okay, there,” he said, straightening back up. “Wow, I’ve never had something so soft on my ass,” he said as he ran his hands over his hips and ass.
Chisato smiled at him then caught Hinata staring at him. She finally spoke. “You’ve had heart surgery,” she said as she noted the scar on his chest.
Luppi touched it. “Yeah, that’s why I started doing this, because I had to pay for it after my parents kicked me out. Danger of dying makes you do things you didn’t think you’d do…” he said, sighing deeply.
Hinata glanced over at Chisato and back to Luppi. “I don’t understand, what did you do?”
Luppi looked up and bit his lip. He wasn’t sure if he should say something. He didn’t want to embarrass Shinobu and his family. He glanced over at Chisato who gave an encouraging smile. “Luppi, it is your life, you may speak on it how you wish,” she said with a nod.
“Um, well, I was ah…” he stammered and started rubbing the inside of his elbows. It drew attention to the track marks and bruising there, even thought it had been a bit since he’d used. “I had to pay them, or…or they wouldn’t operate, so I had to make a deal with someone bad, and I…I’ve spent the rest of the time being a sex worker…”
Hinata had a look of sadness cross her face but she smiled. “Then, we should get you in some nice clothes.”
“Hinata, can you pick out a few pieces for him? Natsuko, go help her pick out some nice things,” Chisato said with a smile at the younger girl.
“Okay,” Natsuko said and left the change area with the sales clerk.
Luppi stared at the ground, feeling horrible for having said what he’d done. He felt someone put a hand on his arm. He glanced over to see Kira was standing there. “Hey, don’t. It was where you came from, it isn’t where you are now, you know?”
Luppi nodded, looking up as Hinata came back with a selection. He went through numerous outfits and ended up picking a variety of clothing. There were skirts, some short and some long, and blouses to match. He’d grabbed a couple of nice kimonos that he liked, along with a few yukata. He picked out a few pairs of jeans, some dress pants, and a few different types of shirts. Most of his choices reflected his wide sense of style. When they were done, Chisato handed a card over to Hinata and when she came back, everything was bagged up.
“They’ll send it to the house, now, let’s go have something to eat,” Chisato said with a smile.
Luppi had no idea how things were going to work out, but he really, really wanted to stay with these people. They were so normal. Well, other than the extravagant nature of their lives of course.
After the whirlwind of the day, Luppi fell into the futon when they got home. He’d almost fallen asleep when he heard Shinobu knock. Kira was in the kitchen getting something together for a light dinner. Kira was surprisingly good at cooking. He called out for Shinobu to enter. He glanced over and saw him holding a dress.
“Um, I wonder if you would try this on for me?” Shinobu asked with a slight blush. “This is one of my designs and I think that it would suit you beautifully.”
Luppi frowned, but got up and took the dress. It looked like a traditional qipao at the top, but the skirt was floor-length and full. He put it on and Shinobu’s face lit up. “I knew you’d be perfect, can I take pictures? I mean, I want to show a friend of mine that is a model agent, and I think he’d love you… If you want, of course.”
Luppi flushed red. “A model, me?”
“Why not?” Shinobu asked. “Don Kanonji is a good person, he won’t let you do things that aren’t good, and I think you might be able to make a life for yourself like that. You haven’t talked about what you want to do now that you’re free to live as you want.”
Luppi frowned but grudgingly nodded. “Okay.”
“Um, would you like to cover your face?” Shinobu reached over to the shelf behind him and grabbed a fan. He popped it open and handed it to Luppi.
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Ichigo’s gaze remained on the ocean waves. The only thing he could imagine was sliding under them for good and not thinking anymore. He wanted to leave any way he could, and that included dying. He had been trying. Another week had passed and apparently the Queen had been delayed in returning to the island. They didn’t tell Ichigo why. He couldn’t get much peace, of course. These people delighted in showing him exactly how much power they had over him. He spent most his time when he wasn’t on his back trying to forget about everything he’d come to love.
The door opened and he looked to see it was Uryū with his food again. He sat it down and came over by the window.
“Ichigo, I know that you don’t believe it, but they haven’t forgotten us,” he said quietly.
“Me,” Ichigo whispered in response. “You’re safe, well, relatively. At least you don’t get used as a cock sleeve for every fucking person in the place. I just need…need…” Ichigo’s voice choked. He knew what he needed so badly.
Uryū put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “What do you need, Ichigo?” he asked softly.
Ichigo shook his head. How could he explain what he needed to him? How could he make him understand?
“I need Daddy,” he finally whispered. Fuck it, he thought. He looked to see Uryū’s face turn confused. “Byakuya,” he said quietly. “My Daddy,” he said again. “It’s stupid, and ridiculous, and it is more than anything I ever wanted in my life.”
Ichigo looked away to the sea again. “He…he’s the only one I can let go with, the only time I can cry, the only one that will take me where I need to go,” he whispered to the waves. “I don’t know when it happened. I just…I said it the first time we were together. Called him Daddy just…I don’t know why. Just happened, maybe because I needed something and that’s how I said it. No one ever reacted to it. Not until then. Then…he was taking care of me. It wasn’t something that had ever happened,” he stopped, almost feeling tears welling in his eyes. “He would make us dinner every night I was there, and yeah, the fucking was amazing, but it became more. I don’t know. Thinking of him made me happy. And I didn’t want it to end. I should have remembered what I am.”
Uryū wasn’t sure what to make of this. He knew, though, a person that needed to be comforted. He went and sat beside him and put his arm around him now. At first Ichigo resisted but eventually, he seemed to understand he needed it.
“I know…I’m not Byakuya, but I would like to help if I can,” he said quietly.
Ichigo swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what to do,” he whispered. “My heart is coming apart,” he said with a sob at the end as he buried his face in Uryū’s embrace. It wasn’t Daddy, but it was better than nothing. “I just want to see him. He’s the only thing that makes sense. He’s the only one that makes me feel like more than a fucking whore. He loves me. I thought he loved me, anyway. Was I wrong?”
Uryū tightened his grip, pulling Ichigo into a tighter embrace. “No, you weren’t wrong. Byakuya Kuchiki would never do anything without sincerity.”
Ichigo nodded, and Uryū could feel the dampness spreading on his shirt where he was crying on him. Uryū sort of understood this openness and vulnerability. Sometimes, he knew that people that were strong needed a chance to let go of that strength. And from what he’d seen, Ichigo was stronger than anyone he had ever met.
The safety didn’t last, though. The door opened again and Uryū saw it was Jin. Ichigo looked up and sighed. “Go on, don’t watch,” he said quietly.
“Oh, don’t worry, whore, he’ll watch, everyone will watch.” Uryū frowned as Jin came over and grabbed Ichigo by the arm and drug him out the door. Uryū ran after them and tried to figure out exactly what was happening.
Jin took them into one of the larger rooms and threw Ichigo on the floor. He fell, sprawling. He was not able to stand in any fashion with the broken ankle. He choked back a cry of pain as he looked up and realized there were a lot of them here.
“See, we decided to have a little fun today. The Queen arrives tomorrow to take you into his possession and when he does, he’s the only one that gets to touch you,” Jin said. “So, we’re going to enjoy you one last go round before he gets here for you.”
Ichigo’s eyes went wide as he realized what they meant to do. “I can’t…you can’t…there’s no way…that…” he stammered, starting to panic.
“That’s too much, what if you kill him?” Uryū exclaimed. “You can’t…”
“Fuck off, Uryū. We won’t kill him. Last I checked, fucking a whore doesn’t kill ‘em. So, how many cocks do you think you can take at once?” Jin said as he knelt down in front of him, grinning. “Two? Three? You know, I saw this porn once where this guy was being fucked while someone had a fist up his ass. You think you can do that? He was a thin little twink, not as well built as you.”
Ichigo didn’t know how to respond to that. He just stared at him as he stood up and laughed. Uryū took off out the door. He had to stop this. Somehow, he had to figure out how to stop this… He didn’t get away from the room fast enough to miss the first time he heard Ichigo’s screams. He was truly afraid that they would end up killing him if he didn’t do something.
He made it to Riruka’s door and knocked on it. She opened it and stared at him. “What is it?”
“Please, they’re going to kill him if we don’t do something,” he said. “They…they…”
Riruka didn’t know what to make of the whole thing, but she knew someone that was terrified when she saw them. She swallowed and nodded. “Go get Cang.”
She watched as Uryū took off to get Cang to help. She frowned and walked down the hallway to knock on someone else’s door, this one she knew would do whatever she asked.
“What is it…oh Riruka,” Koga said with a frown. “What is it?”
“I want you to help me. The others, they’ve decided to take advantage of the Consort before the Queen arrives tomorrow, and Uryū is scared. I believe that this is wrong. The whole thing is wrong, but this…this even more so. That boy, they tortured him for years. And now, they’re going to break him when that life at Las Noches couldn’t,” she said.
Koga had been feeling like things weren’t right for a while, and when the Consort arrived, he’d begun to doubt things a lot. Something was wrong with how this had happened. The idea that Aizen had been allowed to traffic in underage exploitation was enough, but then to find out that this boy was specifically groomed for the Queen’s personal use. It disgusted him and he was less and less sure that their goals were right.
“Where?” he asked, looking toward the rooms further down.
“I’m sure it isn’t that hard to figure out,” she said and faintly, they heard noises that were all too indicative of where they needed to go.
She looked up to find Uryū coming down the hall with Cang in tow. He looked somewhat amused but he was following nonetheless. Riruka nodded and headed off with the three men following her. She’d done that job for the Queen. She’d sold her body and soul, and she’d given everything for him. She’d turned a blind eye to what happened Below. She was not innocent, but she was not going to let something happen that she could stop. She slammed open the double doors into the conference room and everything stopped.
“What the hell, Riruka? You think you need to join?” Jin asked. He had the boy leaned over the table, hands tied on his back. She could hear the jagged breathing coming from him without even trying.
She locked eyes on Jin, then Mabashi, and several of the others. “How dare you?” she said quietly as Uryū and Cang moved toward the back. Koga crossed his arms and glared for a moment before he followed suit, pushing Mabashi to the floor as he passed.
“I’m the fucking King, bitch,” Jin said, eyes narrowing at her. “I will do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Killing the Consort?” she nearly shouted. “You know that the Queen will be here tomorrow! He should be prepared for his new master, not fucked by every one of you greedy bastards. You’ve had him for three weeks, haven’t you had enough? The Queen wants a Consort, not a fucking corpse.”
“He’s not going to die from being fucked a few times,” Ugaki said from the side.
“No! This isn’t that at all, this is you making him suffer,” she said, looking around at them. “There is no need for this. He should being prepared for the Queen, not given more bruises and cuts, and taking even the slightest chance you’ll injure him. How is the Queen supposed to bed him after this? How?”
Jin exchanged a look with Ryo and then looked back at Riruka. He stopped back as Uryū checked to make sure Ichigo wasn’t hurt too much. He was breathing roughly, and bleeding in several places, but he couldn’t assess anything here. He turned and grabbed the yukata he’d been wearing when they dragged him in here. He put it around his shoulders and then nodded to Koga.
Koga stepped between him and Jin and quickly picked the lighter boy up and carried him out. He waited at the door for Riruka. She turned. “To the baths. He must be prepared properly.”
Koga nodded and headed that way. Riruka shook her head and followed. Cang shrugged and went back to the security room. Uryū paused at the door. “You have just gone too far,” he said quietly. He caught up with Riruka and Koga at the bath.
Koga had sat Ichigo into one of the larger bathtubs and was running water in it. Ichigo looked somewhat dazed, and as the water rose, it was more than a little pink tinted.
Uryū knelt down beside him and took his hand. “Ichigo?”
He didn’t move, just stared ahead. Uryū looked away and sighed. Riruka took the job of cleaning him up on herself. Before long, she’d managed to bandage several cuts and punctures from something. She’d wrapped his broken ankle as best as she could without the equipment, and she’d managed to wrap up his swollen knee a little. The ribs needed to be taped, but she didn’t have what she needed. Even after only fifteen minutes, they’d managed to do a lot of damage. He had deep purple bruises on his arms and hips, and his lip and nose had bled profusely. Koga took him to his room and left with Riruka. He had no idea what to do.
Uryū sat down on the bed beside him and then slid down into it. He wrapped his arms around him and just held him. He didn’t know what else to do. He swallowed and began to sing, a low and soft lullaby. He held him and he sang to him until they both had fallen asleep.
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Byakuya sat in the small room waiting for the others to return. He had left the Shinigami offices early and he wasn’t going to be going back for a while, if ever. He’d made peace with the fact that this trip might be one way. He knew what he was going to try and do was dangerous, and more than that, it was unsanctioned. They were going to get in position. The small boat would anchor some distance from the island. Byakuya didn’t care about the Queen. He didn’t care if they caught them or not. He needed to get his little boy back. And after three weeks, he was sure that Ichigo would have thought he’d been abandoned.
All the Shinigami waited for was confirmation that the Queen was on the island, then the Final Order would be given. Everyone on it would be dead. None of their agents would get out, and Ichigo would be gone from his life forever. He couldn’t handle that. He’d finally found someone that he could give everything to and he wasn’t going to lose it.
Byakuya looked up and saw that Isshin had come in. “Anything?” he asked, hoping that they hadn’t been too late.
“No Final Order. The Queen hasn’t been put in play yet,” Byakuya said with a nod.
“Good, then we’re not too late. We have to get in and out before that Final Order comes down,” Isshin said and looked up to see Urahara coming in with a computer.
“Alright, we’ve got everything arranged. We’ll anchor here,” he said, showing Isshin and Byakuya a point on a map. “Once there, we’ll suit up in the scuba gear. The air tanks should get us to the island from this position and back. We’ll leave some friends of mine on the boat. They’re no friends of Aizen, and they’ve had the Shinigami turn a blind eye to them. One of their number sits as a Captain, only by virtue of him being able to do what others can’t,” he said with a sigh.
“Who are they?” Isshin asked and looked at him.
“Vizard, you’re talking about Shinji’s people, the ones that were abandoned,” Byakuya said with a nod at Urahara.
Urahara nodded. “Yeah, Shinji stays as a Captain, a sort of emissary to these people. They suffered at the hands of Aizen, were set up to take a fall for him. They became effective at assassination. They have some other skills, mostly learned during their time in exile. They were cleared of wrongdoing, but the stigma remained.”
Byakuya had not dealt with them much, but he knew that they were fiercely loyal and good to have in a fight. “Okay, so we get to the island, then what?” Byakuya asked.
“That’s where Yoruichi comes in. She’s going to get in to the inner compound and get an opening for us. Once that’s done, we can get inside the defenses. I can disarm most of the things we come across, and we can get into the place. However, what we find inside, we have no idea. Best case, we contact a Quincy and get the message across about the Final Order. Worst case, we’re shot on sight,” Urahara said and snapped the laptop closed.
“Well, let’s get going,” Isshin said. “The sooner we get there the better. We have no idea when the Final Order will come down.”
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