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Straitjacket Feeling	By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I've been busy with classes lately, so updates maybe be taking a bit longer now while I try to settle everything out. Hopefully, things clear up soon and I can get back on track to what I was doing before. I've got a few side projects I've been doing as well, so hopefully I can get some new stories up and going too.
XX
Two days passed and he found himself right back in this hellhole.
Well now, hellhole was a bit of a strong word to use.
But then again, lying was always frowned upon.
Apparently the next 'subject-slash-victim' was due in within the hour, although he really had no care for whoever the woman would be this time. In fact, he was still largely puzzled on where exactly they were getting these women. After all... none of them seemed too eager to be caught up in this mess and yet there was some kind of waiting list of the sorts floating around. It was intriguing and slightly disturbing all at once. Why someone would want to sign up for this, he wasn't entirely sure. Whoever was marketing this situation sure as hell must've been doing a good job of it. How many more women was he expected to go through? It was all an useless matter but some people around here just didn't want to take that as a concrete answer- they just had to do trial after trial of continued failures. Science provoked repetition but only when the results would be different.
This was just stupidity working its magic.
The sound of the door squeaking open was enough to nullify his thoughts for the moment as he glanced up to see who the newcomer was.
Hmm, yet another blonde. He was never much of a fan of blondes, although he had a lover who had been blonde- but she was an entirely different case from this; and she was certainly a different kind as well.
This woman, however, had thick, luscious blonde locks that fell in thick curled sheets around her slender shoulders; bright eyes and full lips seemed to match the persona. Her black uniform was pulled apart to reveal quite a bit of attractive cleavage as her breasts seemed to press against the thin material painfully. The heavy uniform seemed to hide the rest of her slender form, which was just a bit tragic on the eyes. There was this certain appeal to her as the corner of her lips seemed to spark up into a flirting grin; a small mole to the side of her lips went absolutely perfectly with the look.
Something about her though... seemed sickeningly familiar; not in a physical sense though... in something else.
"So you must be what the talk of the town is." the woman spoke; her tongue lightly purring every word with just the right amount of a clipped accent. "I heard the rumors from the other girls, apparently you're... pretty impressive in some aspects. You're not the most physically attractive man I've seen but you're not the worst either."
Yeah... something about her wasn't setting too incredibly well with him.
She was far too perky.
Far too fake.
He went back to running the sharpened end of the file over the edge of his fingernails once more. "Well then, that is certainly one approach to take to this. Tell me then, that is if you're comfortable with doing so... what's your name? Or your Division if that's better. I'm merely curious about everything, so don't mind me."
"Well now, if this whole thing turns out 'successful' I imagine that you'll have to learn my name eventually. You can call me Matsumoto."
There it was. That small snap of recognition.
A low hum left him before he looked back to her. "Bare with me for one more question but... is it Rangiku Matsumoto?"
"So you've heard of me then?"
"Yeah, what's-his-face used to talk about you all the time."
That grin seemed to falter for a moment. "... Who used to?"
He looked over to her once more before taking minor notice of the small bit of concern marked in her expressions. Something about it didn't seem to settle well but he supposed it would be rude not to continue the conversation. "Oh, just you know... that bastard-face... what was his name again? Oh, Gin, yes that was it. Bastard-face Gin used to talk about you all the time. Never directly towards anyone, sometimes I swear he was just talking out loud whenever some odd thought of you possessed him. I always found it odd though. I figured since he and the others left, they wouldn't even bother mentioning anyone here but... that wasn't always the case. If you waited around long enough, one of them always gave in and talked about someone or you could eavesdrop in on them, or if you were lucky, they all just seemed to talk about one another behind each other's back."
Her expression fell immediately at the words as her hands seemed to come up and together over her chest. "He actually remembered me...?"
"Of course. To be honest, you fit the way he described you perfectly. Although, come to think about it, the rest of you do really."
"Rest of us?"
"Yes, there was talk about you and that Hinamori girl and... who was the last one? Ah, Captain... Captain Soifon if I remember correctly."
"... What did he say about me?"
"I think once before he mentioned that he loved you... but then again that was after a heavy night of drinking, so I can't be certain that his words were entirely true to heart." he answered before taking another notice of her quickly deteriorating expression. "Ah... that might've been a bit cruel to add actually..."
"No... no it's quite alright... in fact, I'm just a little surprised that's all."
"Did you love him in return?"
"I... what we had was complicated... I wouldn't exactly call it 'love.'" she started as her hands dropped back to her side. "We went back a long way; we practically grew up together, so... when he left it felt like I lost a part of me as well. I thought I used to know him but I never expected for him to do something like that... During the final battles, he almost killed me but ended up trying to protect me instead. I was... devastated by his death but I knew I couldn't say that it surprised me because he chose that path and there wasn't anything I could do about it..."
"But you still blame yourself for it."
"Yeah..."
He couldn't exactly tell if this situation had gone from bad to worse or had just gotten awkward instead. It was probably a mix of both. "You do a pretty good job of hiding it although I suppose you've had to practice for awhile now."
"Yeah well... I have someone else helping me right now, someone who won't leave me."
"Does he know you're here?"
She seemed to hesitate for a moment. "... Yes but... I told him that it was more out of support for Nemu and... I just thought I should be here for her."
Come to think of it, he remembered her mentioning the woman's name once or twice before. "I'm guessing that's why a lot of women around here are joining in."
"Well some of us, yes; I don't know anything about the others." she chuckled nervously as she moved to tuck aside a strand of blonde hair. "... What exactly is your relation with her? I mean, I'm sure everyone's asked you this but I figured it was my turn now."
"I think she's incredibly remarkable and I..."
She waited for him to finish his sentence only to watch as he seemed to shift his attention back to filing his nails. "You what? You... love her?"
How did this get turned around on him?
"Something like that, yes." he started before he tossed the nail file aside for later usage. "Now then... things got off hand there for a moment, but it appears as though you're not entirely mentally ready for-"
"Please, I can handle just about anything."
That returning grin on her lips followed with her words to make them true.
"Ah, well then..."
"Although... it looks like some of the other women weren't entirely too kind to you." she started as she slowly made her way over to him.
There was a squeak from the mattress at her added weight as she gave into every movement smoothly and moved her body to straddle his own. Warm fingertips pressed into the bare skin of his shoulders as they seemed to move across the dark marks that pulled across his collarbones and chest.
"Not all of them are from current lovers..." he replied as he felt the way she seemed to take a liking to the much paler marks that curved a perfect semi-circle around the curve of his neck and shoulder. "This one, for instance... this is from a past one."
"Tell me about her."
He felt the smooth transaction of her fingertips as the touches merged with the soft caresses of her lips now. "She was an incredible woman... always able to hold her own even when she was stuck in a male-dominated world; she wasn't afraid to prove herself when provoked but... it was hell enough to try it. She was graceful and willing but she had a mean streak of dominance- I think she only did that sometimes to prove herself or when she just wanted a little bit more excitement." his hands caught the curve of her jawline as he pulled her back up to him; brushing his lips against her own. "I can't tell you how many bones of mine she had broken during our activities; that witness of power and control was addicting; it didn't matter what she broke or how much blood she forced me to shed, it was always worth it. She played into my insanity and sometimes... she was that breaking point."
"...We both have a lot to hide."
"Yes but we both have reasons that are buried in the shallow graves of our past as well."
Somewhere between the rush of body heat and tangled fingers, he almost hated himself for dwelling on the past. Her scars were almost gone now... and how he wished they would disappear already; how he wished they had died along with her. He didn't want to think about her or relive those moments; he didn't want to remember the feel of her fingers curled so tightly against her flesh or the sound of her voice breaking into different octaves above him. And yet, every motion with this woman... it was with her instead. Long blonde locks almost matched the memory of her chopped ones as he pulled the woman in close; as though the paleness of her skin had been replaced with the cinnamon-tone that he had once lusted after.
Every deep embrace was a fight for the memory of her taste and of her tongue. Every pressed inch of skin and trailing fingers was a desperate attempt to cling on to that fading memory he had thought was long since dead.
He was certain this woman was doing the same.
Whether or not her relationship with Gin had progressed this far, or had failed to do so, she had replaced every touch with him. Every turn and interlock of their bodies was a lie to the both of them. Every touch was a mix of someone else's as their confined consciousness pleaded to play a cruel mind trick on the both of them. Sometimes, those blonde strands stayed that desired shade and sometimes they melted away to black between his fingers. With every rough kiss and every new scratch, she was aching for his skin to change; for his image to change to the man she really wanted. Maybe it was that bastard-face, ex-Captain... maybe it was someone else; maybe it was the man she left to be here. It would be curing to imagine him instead; like the faked image of him would make these seem less stressful.
She panted heavily underneath him as her naked body was slicked with sweat and the hard pressed of his hands; his fingers locked between her legs as he took in the deep moans that left the back of her throat. He listened to every groan and watched every arch as his fingers pushed themselves into her body and felt the warm liquid as it eagerly spilled into his touch. Her hips arch and forced her legs further apart as he pressed the limits of her body by he spread his fingers to caress the organs that surrounded them.
One hand reached up to cup the back of his neck as she ushered him against her lips; against her mouth as he was glad to please her further. Her other fingers seemed to interlock with the ones he tangled between her legs, which he was quick to take advantage of. It was an addicting slur of moans as he mixed his fingers with her own and pressed them into her body; almost enjoying the way her muscles contracted against their combined touches. He worked their collaboration between her slick folds and massaged the walls that trembled against them.
It was a satisfying scream of release as he felt her entire being and form shake against him; her inner body squeezing them both as her head was thrown back against the pillow beneath. In the heat of the moment, he heard her whisper someone else's name.
And found himself doing the same.
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"How long... has she been in there?"
"Over two hours now, well actually close to almost three."
A light frown curved the Fourth Division Captain's lips at the answer but she tried not to let herself get too carried away with it. The subjects normally... didn't last that long; most of them seemed eager to be in and out as soon as possible. But... well she supposed given the circumstances and the 'subject' at hand, maybe it was possible for the experiment to last just a tad bit longer. After all, the Espada did seem to enjoy engaging in conversation first before anything else... perhaps they merely found something to talk about.
But that was a little bit childish to think of.
"Ah wait, here she comes now." Akon announced.
She looked up in time to see the blonde-haired Lieutenant walking out of the corridor before she made a sharp right to leave the facility. "Lieutenant Matsumoto-"
"I need some alone time right now." the woman called back to her before she disappeared around the nearest corner.
There was no denying the slight crack in her response; her voice barely able to be heard over her shoulder. She turned back to the other man in slight concern. "I... Can you go check with him and... see what happened?"
"Yes. Do watch after Lieutenant Matsumoto... for her safety." he nodded as he started his way down the long corridor. It was an unsettling reaction to see. Most of the subjects came out a little shaken, maybe embarrassed but... none of them had seemed so emotional wrecked. He couldn't exactly imagine the man doing something like that, well not on purpose anyways. Well... it was still a slight possibility he supposed. Reaching the steel door, he took note that it hadn't even been closed properly but disregarded the fact for now; pulling it open, he stepped inside and took note of the man seated on the floor; the sheets barely pulled down around his waist. "What happened with the last subject?"
He barely paid much mind to the man as he rubbed at the dull ache between his eyes. "She was easy to please and satisfy. Why?"
"I think you would've been observant enough to know why."
"She's fine. I assure you."
"And how can we be sure-"
"Do you really think I would go out of my way to make her cry?" he interrupted; snapping at the blue-haired officer. "I may not be the least bit happy with this situation but that doesn't mean I'm going to take it out on them; if anything, I'd take it out on you or anyone else from this Godforsaken Division hellhole. She had... she had problems before this; you'd be surprised what a person will say to a complete stranger. You'd be surprised if you actually gave a shit about these subjects."
The words silenced him for a moment before he cleared his throat. "Let me guess though, I shouldn't be mistaking your words for sympathy."
"Believe me, really the only thing I feel towards your kind of hate but... some of you are almost push the line of needing sympathy. For some of you here... I haven't even seen an animal that wounded before- pleading that loudly for some kind of death rite. The more I talk, the more it sounds sympathetic. But in all honesty, it's not that. Believe me, I love seeing people suffer just as much as the next-"
"This has nothing to do with suffering."
"Right and this whole 'experiment' has nothing to do with trying to reproduce some kind of mixed offspring."
It was difficult to find any kind of understanding in the man's harsh and angry words. It didn't entirely seem like he was making too much sense... but the almost nervous twitching of his fingertips seemed to hint at something. He had a theory that the man was coming close to a mental lockdown; something recent must've triggered it but... he had no clue what exactly caused them. He had witnessed very few of them, in fact it had always been Lieutenant Kurotsuchi’s job to keep him under control; she would've had a better understanding of this. "... I'll put in a request to have the next subject momentarily delayed for now..."
"What a splendid idea, did you think of it yourself?" he questioned with a tone of bitter sarcasm; watching as it seemed to sink itself beneath the man's skin. "... Just give her a few hours to recover, she'll be fine."
He took a moment to study the undertone of the words. "... It almost appears as though you're making connections with these subjects."
"Not in the least bit. In fact, this is really only a false facade I put on to see how far the trick can be played... seems pretty successful if you ask me."
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