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Things Never Spoken	By : Areitus Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

A helpless sword sat partially impaled in the floor across the way, where it had been flung away from the woman�s hands. Renji�s dark eyes were a deadly black and gold as he held the hapless vice captain down and brutally raped her. She cried softly , unable to fight back, and in generous pain, she�d never felt as weak as she did in this moment. She could see the dismal abyss in her aggressor�s eyes, and she understood what was happening as the ashen bone-like substance began to slowly overtake the right side of his face. Another cry of pain fell from her mouth as she felt his teeth sink into her tender breast followed by lapping at the flow of blood it caused.
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Ichigo yawned as he sat on the covered porch of the building, the rain pouring down generously over the streets. He wondered for the thousandth time that night how he�d been conned into this. He laid back on the cool wood, trying to ignore the fact that his clothes were drenched and there was no sign of the rain letting up any time soon. Through the corner of his eye he saw the luminous screen from his tracking device brighten. His eyes widened a fraction and he sat up and brought the gadget closer to his face to examine the reading. He gave a smirk, �Hah! So there you are. I can finally get this shit started.� He pocketed the device once he got his bearings on where he was headed and took off into the rain storm.

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Matsumoto lay panting in agony as the sixth squad vice captain stood dazed, staring out at the rain. His eyes darted from side to side as he stared at the falling raindrops. The bloodied woman attempted to move, but quickly cringing in pain, she opted for dragging herself under Byakuya�s empty desk, in hopes that perhaps she would be abandoned, and he would leave. She pulled her feet in close to her and watched Renji as he stood panting on the floor, facing the storm as if the rain were going to assault him. She whispered, pleading to whatever god that was listening , to just make him go away.

Renji cringed and slowly shook his head, �Not�� came his foreign voice, �Not enough. It�s not enough!� he screamed, all but tearing the wall down as the sliding door, along with half a book shelf filled with books went careening across the room, causing Matsumoto to cower further under the desk.
�Rukia� Where is Rukia?� he muttered as his hand came up to the right side of his face and grasped the strange plate that had appeared there. He gasped in shock, but when his hand dropped back to his side and he spun around and his venomous eyes came to rest on Matsumoto again, she could see only the monster that had devoured him and left his shell� none of Renji remained in those eyes. She was afraid. He smiled, frightful and arrogant, before he suddenly left, and the bleeding, naked woman found she was alone.

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Ichigo stopped as he glanced again at the small glowing screen in his hand. The indicator was on top of him. It was close. He looked around, although the rain accompanied with the dark night made it hard to see anything. There was an alley way to his left and he could feel the tingle of reiatsu radiating from it. He stepped towards it, �I know you�re there. I�m sick of this hide and seek crap so why don�t ya just get out here already.�
He could see a tall shadowy figure stand and face him and he drew his weapon accordingly. As the figure stepped out from the alley, Ichigo gasped in shock and nearly dropped his sword. �Renji� What��
The red-haired shinigami had eyes like coals as he stared at the boy in front of him. His mask had grown and now sported teeth, along with some crimson markings that suited Renji�s aggressive style. �Hello, Ichigo,� came a hoarse and callous sounding voice.
�What happened? Are you� are you okay?� The young man asked, worried for his friend�s sanity.
Renji stared with blackened eyes as a smile suddenly grew on his lips as his hand gripped the hilt of Zabimaru, �Ichigo.� He unsheathed the weapon and it immediately changed to shikai form. �I�m feeling a high tonight. Lets play.�
�Don�t let it con-� The substitute shinigami began, but was cut short by Renji�s sudden assault as Zabimaru came crashing down, so close to Ichigo�s body, his shirt was sliced clean open from shoulder to navel. His eyes were wide in disbelief at how fast the taller man had moved� he�d barely even been able to follow it before the weapon was careening down above him.
Renji cackled as the mask expanded over his visible eye, nearly complete. �Come on, Ichigo! Show me a fight.� He said before he dashed forward again, in a very different fighting style than usual.
Ichigo blocked the older man�s attacks but barely. He didn�t want to fight Renji. He didn�t want to hurt him, but as he was debating with himself on what his options were, he felt Zabimaru slide across his shoulder with four razor-edged prongs. He cried out and stumbled forward as Renji yanked the weapon back to himself and smiled as he gave a quick lick to one of the bloodied prongs. Ichigo looked up at his deranged friend, his eyes sad, yet angry. � If you want to fight that badly�� He promptly changed to Bankai and formed his own hallow mask as he righted himself, �I�ll have no choice but to oblige you.�
The mask which had been slowly overtaking the red-headed shinigami�s face had finally completed as he laughed violently and the pair clashed hard in the churning storm.

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Matsumoto whimpered as she sorely walked from the sixth squad barracks, staying out of the rain under the walk ways. She was torn. What should she do now? Telling her captain would be the most obvious answer, but� what of Renji? If she told anyone, he would most surely be executed. The beast that had done this to her� it was not Renji. She knew she should be angry, she should hate him for what he�d done, but somehow she could only feel concern for her friend. What had happened to cause this? Did it have anything at all to do with the deplorable state he�d been found in weeks ago? She just couldn�t condemn him for this when she still believed he could be saved. She wanted him to be saved� but how could she stay her tongue while hoping to god no one else would suffer the same indignity� or worse. What if he killed someone? She stopped walking and stood still as she stared at the floor in front of her. What should she do?
She trembled. �Can I live with myself� if he kills someone��

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Ichigo coughed, kneeling in defeat as blood spurted from his mouth. A piece of his mask crumbled down from his right eye and he clenched his trusted zanpakutou while he glared up at the red-head, �Don�t�. Don�t do this, Renji.� he said gravely.
The vice-captain spat to the side as the copper taste assaulted his tongue. Zabimaru rested snuggly across the tender flesh of the boy�s throat and cried gleefully as rain washed the blood down it�s prongs. The hollowfied shinigami smiled down at the sight of the vulnerable neck resting snugly between the prongs of his sword. Just a flick of his wrist�
�Wake up damn it!� The boy screamed, �I know what you�re going through, believe me!�
Renji sneered as the bleeding shinigami tried to reason with him, �Hn! You� You don�t know anything!� He shouted as he pushed Zabimaru forward into the boy�s throat while simultaneously kicking him in the chest.
Ichigo gagged on the blood and fell flat on his back as mud splashed up around him, and he felt Renji�s knee plant itself on his chest. He opened his eyes to see the man hovering inches above him, his hollow eyes filled with rage and pain.

�The greatest pleasure for me right now, will be taking your head.� came his venomous voice.

Ichigo�s eyes widened as he felt the blade push down, �Don�t! Renji, remember who you are! Remember me! Remember Rukia!�
The man stopped a moment as the name rang in his ears, �Ru�kia�.� he repeated almost as if he were testing the name.
Seeing Renji�s distraction, Ichigo swung his sword as hard as he could muster into the man�s side and cringed as he felt Zabimaru tear his skin as the red-head went tumbling across the muddied ground. He rolled onto his front, forearms and knees supporting him as the rain continued to pelt his bleeding body. He stood shakily as a few more fragments of his mask crumbled away and he faced his adversary with new resolve.
Renji, however did not stand, but instead appeared to be trembling and holding his face as if he were in pain. Ichigo watched, drawing his brow low. Renji let out a muffled scream as he thrashed until he was on his knees in the runny mud, taunt with frustration. He screamed as he pulled hard on the white mask affixed to his face.
Ichigo gasped as he realized.

With one final scream the mask came loose and shattered and Renji�s creased face momentarily came into view. It was short lived as the man fell forward onto his elbows his face again hidden from view.
The substitute shinigami rushed forward, �Renji!� he cried as he placed a hand on his friend�s back, �Oy! Say something!�
�I�m sorry� sorry� Ichigo�� He muttered almost incoherently.
The boy�s expression softened, �It�s okay�� he sighed in relief, �Come on. Lets get out of the rain. We definitely need to talk.�

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When Renji and Ichigo arrived at Urahara�s shop it was well past midnight, and they were both soaked and sore. Urahara came from his bed rubbing one eye while letting forth a mighty yawn, �Ah, you�re back.� he cocked his head, �Abarai-san, why are you here?
Renji sighed, �It�s a long story.� He settled himself at the table and folded his arms across it, proceeding to bury his face in them as Ichigo conversed with the shop keeper for a few minutes. He was so tired� drained, really. What would Rukia think if she found out about this�he lifted his head a tiny bit, eyes looking hard at the table. What could he do? Ichigo had dealt with this on his own, hadn�t he? It seemed so impossible to him in this moment� �Is my heart so much weaker than Ichigo�s?� he thought bleakly.
Had his weak heart been the cause of all this? Matsumoto had been trying to help him. She had been worried for him� what had he done? He frowned deeply and clenched his jaw as his hand came up to cover his face. Even if he did get through this, he would never be able to look her in the eye again. Forget that, he doubted he�d even be able to look himself in the eye again. �What am I now�? Who am I?�

�Abarai-san� Urahara�s chipper voice brought him out of his spiraling mind. �Ichigo-kun told me what happened. Do you mind if I ask you some things?�
Renji sighed as he straightened himself, �Mm. That�s fine.� he said attempting to remain as calm as possible.

Urahara sat across from the red-head and folded his hands neatly before him as Ichigo sat a short ways back from the two. �How� did this come to be? It�s quite unusual for this to just happen without some sort of intervention.� The shop keeper asked as he analyzed the man before him.

Renji was quiet for a moment, his eyes looked tired, forlorn, as he contemplated his next words, �I guess I noticed it shortly after I got out of the infirmary.� he paused. �I never really went into detail with Taichou� but those men��
�The guys who cut you up,� Ichigo added asking for clarification.
�Ah.� the red-head confirmed with a curt nod, �I don�t know what they wanted with me. Honestly, I was too busy giving them a hard time to figure out what they were trying to do. All I know is they had no regard for anyone or anything� To them, I was just a lump of meat that needed to be carved�
�They beat you?� The orange-haired boy interrupted again, concern evident on his face.
�Na.� Renji replied scorn dripping through his teeth, �It wasn�t anything so gentle as a beating. I been beaten since the day I learned how to run. Those fuckers filleted me like a god damn butcher shop.�
�Torture�� Urahara said mildly puzzled as he watched the emotion flicker over Renji�s visage.
The tattooed man nodded, �I was uncooperative in the beginning� Suppose they got sick of my defiance.� he uttered softly .
�No.� Urahara disagreed.
The red-head looked at the man almost confused, while Ichigo listened intently.
�Torture is an excellent means to break someone�s resolve,� he said, �A soul in misery makes it much more likely for the hollowfication process to succeed. They were breaking you for a reason.�
Renji�s mouth hung ajar as he gaped at Urahara, struggling to soak up his words. �Then� they intended this to happen��
�I should think so� Do you recall them injecting you with anything� or did they feed you anything that you remember?�
Renji shook his head, �I didn�t eat anything while I was there. They didn�t provide at all�� he paused for a moment, �I don�t recall� I think I remember them waving a needle around� watching me�� he glared at the table as if he were thinking hard but inevitably he shook his head, �I can�t remember�I was pretty wasted by that point��
Urahara nodded, �It�s fine. I think it�s safe to assume they were scientists. Well, we know the source� but why did it take this long for you to react, I wonder. You get a tingling sensation sometimes, do you?�
Renji seemed surprised and nodded absently, �In my chest� he rubbed the area thoughtfully, �How did you kno-�
�It�s a standard occurrence. The hole will open where that feeling concentrates the most� your heart.� he said as he observed Renji�s hand, �They say a hallow�s hole opens over his heart because he loved too deeply to let go.� Urahara eyed the man, expecting a response, but was slightly shocked when the younger man averted his eyes and remained quiet.
Ichigo too seemed surprised at his friend�s withdraw. Could it be true?
�Ah sorry, Abarai-san, it�s got no merit, just a wives tail people have invented. Hope I didn�t offend you.� the shop keeper apologized, though now curiously intrigued.
�It�s fine.� he said stoically. �Everything aside. What am I going to do�� he asked bluntly. He looked to Ichigo, with eyes that were as frightened as they were desperate, �Ichigo. Show me how to control it�
The boy threw his hands up, �Ah Renji, I don�t know! I had to fight myself for control. You� You did it too when we were fighting. You pulled the mask off of your own will when I said Ru�.kia�s� name�� Ichigo seemed to have a realization, and Renji knew it, �It�s her. I never even saw it before.�
�It�s not important, Ichigo! Stop dissecting me like it makes a god damn difference!� Renji hissed as he slammed his fist on the table.

Ichigo flinched, �Okay! Shit!� He pursed his lips as he looked at the older man, seeing the upset coursing through him quite easily.
�Abarai-san, it is imperative that you don�t get too upset right now. You�re still quite vulnerable to this, so try to keep your emotions intact.� Urahara warned.

�Ah� mm� Renji nodded.

Urahara shifted, �Well I�ll see if I can�t help you out a bit, but is there anything else I should know first?� He said seemingly perfectly collected.
Renji perked up, �Like what? I told you what happened.�
Urahara stood and walked over to a drawer nearby, �Well, I can�t help thinking something else happened before you ran into Ichigo-kun� and that mark on your neck there�� He paused as he turned around with a syringe, drawing out some dark liquid from a vile, �looks somewhat like fingernails to me.�
Renji�s hand flew up to cover the cuts on his neck, his eyes wide and fearful as he stared at the shop keeper�s approach.
Ichigo stood up, �Oy, you aren�t implying that he-�
�That�s exactly what I�m implying� came Urahara�s calm voice. He knelt next to the red-head who began to tremble ever so slightly as his chest grew tight and turbulent. �It�s alright, Abarai-san. Here, this should help you relax.� he said as he lifted Renji�s sleeve and injected the needle at the inside of his elbow.

Ichigo seemed at a loss, confusion swirling in his eyes as gaped at the fiery-haired man, while the blond man remained quiet, feeling Renji would come clean if he did not press him.
�Matsumoto�� he finally muttered as his features crinkled into obvious shame. His eyes shot up toward the orange-haired boy, �I didn�t want to hurt her! I couldn�t� I couldn�t stop myself. � he cried as his hands came up to cover his face, �I�m sorry� Ichigo please� don�t tell Rukia� plea�se�� he trailed off as his hands slowly lowered and his eyes drooped heavily. He fell across the table limp as Urahara stood and disposed of the syringe.
�What? What did you do?!� Ichigo shouted as he nudged Renji�s back fruitlessly.
�He�s asleep. What did you think I did?� The blond man asked almost offended as he glared down at the boy.
�Why?� Ichigo asked slightly bewildered.

Urahara sighed, �He�s very unstable right now. He�s emotionally drained as well as tired and confused. It will be best for him to recuperate here in a dreamless sleep.�
�W-What about Rangiku-san?� The substitute shinigami shouted as he stood, quite worried after Renji�s behavior regarding the subject.
�It would be wise to go find her. There�s no telling what kind of state she�s in� or if she�s even alive after a brush with this kind of hallow.� The blond man gave a small frown, �I�m not sure there�s much I can do for him. It will take someone who has gone through this before to show him how to live with it. I hope you are up to the challenge, Ichigo-kun.�
The boy puckered his brow as he stared down at the unconscious red-head. He nodded before he turned, headed back to soul society in search of the woman Renji had apparently assaulted.

A/N: Hi all. Thanks for reading thus far. What�s gonna happen?! Will Renji be able to cope? Will Matsumoto tell her captain? Will Rukia find out? Where�s the porn!? Well, I don�t know but reviews make the world go round!
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