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Pedestals	By : Starspear Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, its characters or affiliates. I do not make any profits from this story. These characters are rightful property of Tite Kubo and Co. with the exception of my OC’s which you should be able to identify easily.

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Chapter 1: Pedestals that Crush

AN: It’s a rape mystery fic. Hmm, I wonder if that’s a first. Anyway each chapter released will clear a Taicho of suspicion as we’ll be able to see from their point of view. I’d love to hear your guesses. So far it’s Gin in the lead as rat bastard extraordinaire followed closely by Aizen. Let’s see, let’s see…
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, its characters or affiliates. I do not make any profits from this story. These characters are rightful property of Tite Kubo and Co. with the exception of my OC’s which you should be able to identify easily.
It was that time of year again. Yamamoto Genryusai would never admit it openly to anyone but the week long graduation exam that took place every spring was the highlight of his year. After all, he had founded the Shinigami Academy and as he had had no children it was sort of his defacto baby. Each time a promising student flew through the examinations with flying colors Genryusai loved watching each taicho scribble furious notes on their various draft request forms. It did him proud when he received two or three personal requests from his twelve taichos regarding a student.
“Next match!” Fukutaicho Hisagi was acting as officiary of this portion of the examinations. Hand to hand combat skills were probably the most interesting of the whole of the week, he thought. No kidou, no zanpakutou. It was the most honest assessment of skill, in his opinion. Looking down as his fukutaicho slid him the next set of match notes from Hisagi. Hmm, Karazui Ayame versus Koizume Kiku.
Notes on Karazui

Karazui displays good balance and precision. Excellent markswoman. Foul temper and often rude to weaker students even without meaning to be. Notable hostile relationship between Karazui and opponent drawn, Koizume.

Notes on Koizume

Koizume displays unique capabilities regarding movement and speed. Markedly improved depth of power in attacks. Socially terse and withdrawn. Often displays a pointed lack of respect for authority.

Lack of respect for authority, hm? Genryusai struggled not to chuckle aloud. It sound a lot like a certain sixth division taicho he knew back in the days of his youth. While Koizume’s qualities might seem like a negative on paper, taking a look around the room, Genryusai had to admit that the twelve taichos assembled were certainly a collection of some of the rudest and most disrespectful people he’d ever met. He covered his snicker with a cough. An old man had to get his humor somewhere, didn’t he?

“Students,” Hisagi called out. “Address your opponents.” The fukutaicho motioned for the two young females to move forward. Ayame was a traditional beauty, Genryusai mused. Long dark hair and feminine curves. But, he had to admit, standing next to the other, Kiku, she seemed…boring. Kiku was a wild mess of bright pink hair cut short in a way that looked almost feral. Asymmetrical locks seemed windblown and untamed as they graced sun kissed cheeks. Yet, the way the girl stood, she seemed almost as frigid as Kuchiki taicho and Hitsugaya taicho ever were. Her attitude was completely at odds with her appearance.

“Do your best, Karazui-san.” Kiku bowed, giving the traditional address before adopting an unusual open palmed fighting stance. What was she going to do, slap the taller girl to defeat? Genryusai was intrigued.

“That’s right, act tough.” Ayame sneered. “I know what’s really going through your head right now.”

Looking back down at his notes, Genryusai spotted that Hisagi’s words ‘notable hostile relationship’ had been underlined. Twice. He shifted his chair forward.

Ayame’s stance was perfection, but tense, while Kiku stood looking more like…well he didn’t quite know what but she was certainly the opposite of her partner; loose and casual.

“Begin!” Hisagi had hardly called the start when Ayame shot forward. No sooner than her fist had almost reached Kiku did the pink haired girl do something completely unorthodox. She turned around. Not only that, Genryusai noted, but she bent over. Unorthodox, maybe, he mused, but certainly effective. The result was Ayame unable to cease momentum and tumbling up and over Kiku’s body harmlessly. Ayame landed with a respectable smack on the wooden floor.

Glancing around, he could see he wasn’t the only one teetering between confused and totally entranced as the girls went at each other…well, as Ayame went at Kiku. Ayame’s moves were textbook perfection; linear movements with solid combinations and a definite element of grace. She still hadn’t landed a single hit.

Kiku moved like a creature made of water or air or something light and fluid. Her motions were completely circular and elliptical. She was using Ayame’s body as a weapon, not her own. Ayame’s strikes were made to deflect and redirect. A straight punch from Ayame often turned into a 120 degree turn and fall for the taller girl.

Genryusai hiked a brow as Ayame was sent flying, yet again, simply by Kiku redirecting a strike down and around. Genryusai liked to believe that at his age he was a wise man, or at least could be considered intuitive. Right now, his intuition was screaming at him that this match was about to go too far. Ayame came up from the ground, red as a bull, and that was when it happened.

“You think you’re so much better than everyone!” Ayame screeched. “You think you know everything!” Three more strikes were block and redirected.

“I am better than no one,” Kiku responded. “I apologize if my proficiency causes you pain.” Ayame was sent sprawling to the ground again. Blood smeared the floor as Ayame’s lip caught a tooth.

“Opponents will cease speaking unless it is to address the officiary.” Hisagi snapped, sensing the same impending something or other Genryusai had.

“Pain!?” Ayame snapped, jumping to her feet. “You’d know all about pain wouldn’t you?!” Her tone was mocking and cruel. Genryusai had had enough and apparently so had Hisagi.

“Karazui-san cease speaking or be disqualified!” Hisagi barked.

“Please obey the officiary, Karazui-san.” Kiku prompted quietly and coldly. That was the tipping point for Ayame. She threw her whole body into her next attack and Genryusai knew that it would’ve never landed had Koizume Ayame remained quiet. Instead she said the most unfounded and malicious accusation Genryusai Yamamoto had heard in his entire life.

“You think you’re so high and mighty just because you got yourself raped by a fucking taicho!”

Kiku froze, as did the entire rest of the room. Twenty-six pairs of eyes shot up from their notes and locked on the girls in the center of the room. Ayame’s strike landed with a wicked crack and Kiku positively flew to the ground with the force of it.

Nobody moved.

For what seemed an eternity, nobody moved, spoke, blinked…nobody breathed.

Genryusai was standing in the ring before he even realized it, reiatsu absolutely flying out. In one hand he held the beautiful Ayame, who was now on her knees due to such powerful spirit pressure, by her hair. In the other hand was his zanpakutou, unsheathed and pressed dangerously against the pale column of Koizume Ayame’s neck.

“Yama-ji!” Shunsui-taicho cried out in surprise, shooting to his feet. Many of the taichos were now standing. Some had even drawn their swords on sheer reflex.

“Goteijusantai,” He finally growled out, feeling the beginning of flames licking away at his hand and the base of his sword. Taking a distinct breath be began again. “The Goteijusantai is a collection of the most honorable individuals of Seireitei. They are led by their taichos; the most honorable of the most honorable. The vile excretion that spills form your mouth, child, will now, in this moment, lead to death.” Gasps and shifting noises filled the room of taichos and fukutaichos but no one dared move.

“P-please,” Ayame trembled, body shaking under the dark intent of his reiatsu. “I-I didn’t mean-”

“Either you are a weak fiend and a liar,” Genryusai interrupted, “and in moments your lifesblood will stain this ground…or you speak an unspeakable truth.” Genryusai allowed his eyes to lift and assess the assembled taichos. “And it is someone else who will not be leaving with their life. Speak carefully,” Genryusai tilted the edge of his blade and a trickle of blood ran down Ayame’s neck. “Speak as if your survival depends upon it…Which leader of the Goteijusantai do you dare to call rapist?”

“I don’t know!” Ayame howled. “Please, I swear I don’t know! She never told me!”

“Explain!” Genryusai barked. Tears began dripping down the terrified Ayame’s face.

“She never told me!” Ayame sobbed. “I just found her! After it happened, I mean, she was just lying there on the dojo floor, bleeding everywhere!”

“If you weren’t given a name then how do you dare to accuse someone baring the title of taicho?”

“That’s why she wouldn’t tell me!” The dark haired girl was screaming now, bordering on hysterical. “I was her best friend and she wouldn’t tell me who hurt her because ‘Taicho-sama’ promised to kill her if she did! I was her friend! I took care of her and healed her wounds and helped her clean the dojo…she still wouldn’t tell me.” The confession was so raw Genryusai knew without a doubt that it was an honest confession. A fact of her statement struck home.

“Dojo…” He repeated. “You couldn’t possibly be referring to the Academy dojo.” This accusation was growing blacker and blacker by the second. A taicho had not only forced themselves on a student, but it had been done on Academy grounds.

“Yes,” Ayame slumped to the ground, shaking as he released his grip on her hair. “A year ago, last autumn…back during the Festival of Skill, when all the taichos were visiting. It was the night before the last day. Kiku just wanted to practice late and…and…”

“Koizume Kiku,” Genryusai addressed the fallen girl quietly and as gently as his anger would allow. “What say you to these accusations?”

Kiku had risen from the floor as much as his reiatsu would allow. She sat on her side, palms planted against the floor. Her expression was blank and her eyes were glassy. But her face, he noted, was the color of fear…sheet white. His question was met with icy silence and that might’ve angered Genryusai, but that wasn’t to say affirmation wasn’t reached. It was there, in a single teardrop that managed to edge its way out from the corner of one crystalline blue eye and streak its way downwards. The sound it made, as it struck the ground, should’ve been non-existent. As it was, to Genryusai’s ears, it sounded like a bomb going off. To him…her silence screamed.

Genryusai’s eyes slid from the violated, and now slandered, girl to rest on a man of much dark suspicion and consternation. Could it be, thought Genryusai? Could there actually be a man that wicked and despicable hiding under that angelic face? He stood there looking completely unaffected by everything, as he usually did. He wore his ever present fox-like grin with ease and didn’t even flinch as he was addressed.

“Ichimaru Gin,” Genryusai Yamamoto snapped. “State your whereabouts on the night of this most heinous crime.

AN: So let’s hear from Gin, shall we?
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