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The Loss Of One To Gain Another	By : severuslover Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Crap its been a while since I updated this. I hope I still have readers ^_^ and Hi to all new readers. I changed up the plot just a bit in terms of the characters that will appear and the main love interest. I still have the story fully planned out so now all that’s left is to get back into the writing mode. Drop me a review and let me know what you think. They make my day!

~Kay

“Way of Binding no. 63: Winding Binding Chains.”

Hayato couldn’t remember the last time he’d used kidoh. He was a little surprised to see that it still worked. Well at least that was a good sign that all his skills hadn’t completely dried up.

Taken by surprise, Kuchiki hit the ground flailing, his make-shift cloak falling off to reveal his face, arms bound to his sides but feet lashing out in their place and kicking in wild desperation. There was a time when Hayato would have found this will power admirable but that felt like a time long past. He garnered no respect for this boy now, or anything he did.

He jumped off his rooftop perch to land quite carefully on Kuchiki’s back, knocking the wind from him. “Look what we have here. Little rogue finch tryin’ to escape the nest. Not nice considering all Chou’s done for ya.” Hayato made sure to grind his foot further into his back while stepping off. “I daresay that’s quite rude,” he imitated in a haughty tone.

He couldn’t even pretend to be amused. An uncontrollable sigh slipped past his lips as he hauled Kuchiki to a standing position – much harder to do than the first time when he was scraggly. More evidence of the good care he was receiving and fleeing without repayment.

“The nerve of some people. You break your back for them and this is what they do, turn around and try ta run away without so much as a thank you.” He pulled back, about to slam his fist into the Kuchiki’s face but thought better of it. Instead, he propped him against a tree, and moved away.

“Where were you even planning to go, Kuchiki?” Hayato was rummaging around in a particularly large pile of garbage, taking out and comparing pieces of wood. He was unresponsive but Hayato didn’t really care. He wasn’t looking for a conversation anyway.

“Do you think I have time to be chasing you around Rukongai every time you pitch a fit?” He held a thick chunk of splintering wood in his hand, swinging back and forth, increasing the power in each swing and advancing on Kuchiki. “You’re pathetic! Don’t think you’re the only one who has a hard life!”

With this Hayato swung the piece of wood as hard as he could, catching Kuchiki hard in the ribs. The breath he sucked in to keep himself from shouting in pain was loud, his eyes bulging slightly. He doubled over, panting, and Hayato felt satisfied. Almost.

“There are so many others who would love to run away… but cant. You don’t deserve to be free anymore than they do.” He swung again without warning, hitting Byakuya as hard as he could.

It felt good – no, it felt fucking great. With each hit, carefully avoiding his face, he pummeled the body beneath him, feeling a twisted sort of relief as he did.

The younger man was breathing hard; sweat matted his hair to his head and he was bleeding.

The splinted wood was a double edged sword and was tearing apart the flesh of his hands the tighter he gripped it. But he didn’t care. It was painful, and yet not as painful as subjecting himself to the horrors of the night, castrating himself for the pleasure of men, soiling his very being until he could no longer remember what he was. For so long…

But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t simply tuck in his tail and run away. He’d resigned himself to this. Why should Kuchiki get to run away? Living was hard! Hardly anyone got what they truly wanted. Happiness was sought after but how many could say they actually achieved it . So many had to sacrifice something important to them and most of the time it went unrewarded. Makoto was a spoiled, naïve brat who so easily got what Hayato had been craving for years and still wanted. Hayato would not let him have his way.

Stop!

The voice in his head screamed at him and he paused mid- swing, looking down at the bloodied mess he’d caused.

He could feel small bursts of reitsu coming from it so he knew he wasn’t dead.

The log fell from Hayato’s hands. He stumbled backwards, trying to even his breathing. To his revulsion, his cheeks felt damp, and not from sweat. Kuchiki didn’t notice when he wiped his face hurriedly.

Control Hayato, you’re losing it. He walked over to the huddled lump and prodded it with his foot, turning him over so that his face was visible. To his credit his eyes were completely dry. It brought a sneer to Hayato’s handsome face. Kuchiki was stronger than he thought.

Hayato moved his hands over the boy’s body, opening his yukata to examine the damage. Broken ribs internal bleeding he surmised from once over. He immediately put his hands on kuchiki’s stomach and a warm light engulfed the area.

Kuchiki looked puzzled but as per usual, didn’t voice it. Hayato glared at him but spoke for the hell of it. “Former 4^th division shinigami. Ya know, Just in case you were curious.”

As quickly as the healing had started he stopped it. The external bruises were gone and that was all he really wanted. He hoisted Kuchiki up and to his pleasure, he did groan in pain this time. It must be considerable, for Hayato merely faded the bruising; the inside was still in bad shape but this was a protective device, not a show on his lack of skill. In case he tried another escape trick. He wouldn’t get too far.

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In the wee hours of the morning Hayato sneaked Kuchiki back into Ecstasy. He pounded down the door to the class ones and ordered them to bathe Kuchiki and dress him as per Chou’s orders. His breathing was still a bit erratic as he sat in the corner a few feet away from the pliant Kuchiki being scrubbed harshly and not uttering a word.

How long had it been since he’d lost control like that? How long had it been since he’d faced himself and the position to which he’d found himself? After all this time he was still not over it, he would never be. He got up and paced around in the room.

Catching the rising sun through the window he felt himself breaking down again. Had he become so weak? So disgusting… This shouldn’t bother him anymore. He buried these feelings long ago. He was fucking stronger than this. Why! Why?

“Hayato- sama? Is everything alright?” It was one of the class ones, who had paused midway in combing Kuchiki’s hair.

“I’m fine. Finish him up its almost time.”

He said no more before turning to leave. It would take the remainder of the day, but he would slide back on the mask of Hayato, the best prostitute at Ecstasy. Life was easier that way.

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Makoto held his breath, awaiting the moment when Hayato would barge in to report that Byakuya – san was missing. He would have to school his expression to be that of mild surprise. He cast a glance at Chou who looked too smug to ignore, and their eyes met, sending a shiver of alarm down Makoto’s spine. Something was wrong. Chou knew something.

“Uh... Chou –chan can I talk to you for -”

Whatever Makoto was about to say was interrupted when the door slid open. He heart was in his throat, his headache intensified tenfold. The nausea was too great. He could not turn his head for he would die and yet when there was no utterance of the words he’d been preparing for, his head turned on its own accord to the door.

Bathed in the morning light stood Kuchiki, freshly washed with beads of water still clinging to his hair which had been done up. His kimono wrapped modestly yet exposing a bit of his pale chest. His face a blank slate, stoic and beautiful in Makoto’s eyes.

Hayato stood in the shadow of the doorway not stepping in.

“Daimiki – san, this way please.” Chou beckoned him forward while Akio devoured him visually. Makoto didn’t miss the prod from Hayato which made Byakuya walk forward slowly, a bit painful.

He sat stiffly, beside the two men allowing as much space as he could without it being noticed. Akio appraised him, turning his face roughly to get a good look at his features. When Byakuya wrenched his face away, Chou looked apprehensive. Makoto saw this show for what is was. Chou was inwardly pleased of course. If Byakuya acted subservient now, Akio may have cancelled the contract. Chou was glad that he still presented the challenge he knew Akio craved.

Akio only smiled.

“I- I apologize for his behavior Aki –san,” Chou muttered, glaring weak holes through Byakuya. “He’s free spirited.”

“Fret not Chou – san. I’ll properly train him. He is indeed a beauty.” Akio sneered, running his fingers through Byakuya’s hair.

Chou smiled. “Good. I’ll get some sake in honor of a momentous partnership.”

“Chou-san, may I speak with you a moment,” Makoto said through gritted teeth. He was barely controlling his rising anger.

“No,” Chou said flatly, pouring two cups sake gracefully without sparing him a glance.

“I will not fucking allow this. I am the owner here and I will not let you do this!”

The shock on Chou’s face was as clear as the anger on the other’s. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to like that!” He barked, standing.

His face painted over in rage. “You own this place?” He laughed scornfully. “You’d have to work your whole miserable life to own a place like this you ungrateful street brat!”

At this point the tension in the room was palpable. Byakuya’s face was blank though it did show a hint of concern for his care taker who was giving his all for his sake. Akio looked disinterested and if anything a bit bored by the spat, while Hayato was glaring at Makoto with the utmost disbelief.

The stand – off lasted a full minute with a full glare contest, each shaking with anger before Akio who had obviously grown tired interjected.

“Though I find this frivolous drama interesting I only acknowledge Chou as the owner here.”

“ I am and nothing will get in the way of our agreement.” His voice was falsely sweet. “I guess I’ll have to pay more attention to the stray dogs I pick up. After a couple of years of getting fat they’ll bite you hand and claim they own your establishme-” Chou let out a gasp before he could finish his sentence.

Makoto launched himself off the table faster than anyone could have anticipated. Chou had no time to react before the large hands were around his neck. The weight of the man knocked them to the ground, but he did not decrease the pressure. The look in his eyes was pure rage.

Hayato recovered first, springing from the door and grabbing Makoto by the neck of his yukata. He used all his strength to wrench him away. With a swift motion he turned him around by his collar and raised his hand to deliver blows for the second time that morning.

“S-Stop,” Chou choked out through coughs. “Please.” Hayaoto could hear the hoarseness in his voice and his hurt him more than he would admit.

“Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on her again,” he whispered angrily in Makoto’s face, accompanied by a hard punch to the face for good measure. He was then by Chou’s side, helping him to stand. He felt like punching Makoto again when he felt Chou’s knees give way, and the uncontrollable tremble in his hands.

At some point Akio had also stood up, looking very nastily at Makoto slumped against the wall, blood dripping from his nose. He could tolerate a lot but after all Chou was an old friend.

“Do you need my help Chou – san?” He did not clarify how he would help but judging by the way he was looking at Makoto it would not be good for him.

“No, I’m fine,” Chou replied shakily, unable to tear his wide eyes away from Makoto. “I’ll see you out.”

Akio dragged Byakuya up from his hair, subtle but deliberate. “You will as well.”

Chou finally looked away from Makoto, touching Hayato’s chest in a soothing manner, when the man lunged to attack again.

It was done.

Next up Byakuya's first night as Daimiki
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