Rainfall Sunshine | By : phoenixreal Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He couldn't take it, not anymore. He didn't want to deal with this and now, he was going to refuse to deal with it for good. Seeing that face, that face he remembered so clearly in the darkness. That was all it took, and it would have happened sooner had he even seen a picture of his attacker. It was reactionary, really, to try and compartmentalize the psyche. There were pieces of Ichigo that were weak, and they needed to be sealed away so that they couldn’t be hurt any longer. They had to go away. That was all there was to it.
So, that's what slowly happened. Fractures began to appear. And soon, standing on the mindscape, there were four figures standing in the rain. Despite the clouds, a bright orange sun beamed above them.
Ichigo stood and stared at an image of himself in pure white with cold, demonic eyes. It was an image of destruction, of power, of sex. He smirked, and Ichigo felt the power he exuded. He was everything he’d ever denied of himself. He was everything that his heart had ever reached for. That, perhaps, was why he appeared as a copy of himself. He was his deepest, darkest desires.
Shiro.
Next a figure of a young, dark haired man. This was an image of refinement, of groundedness, of reality. He had a youthful face, eyes that were bright and bold. He wore a simple suit, a normal seeming person. He had desires, Ichigo knew, but they were tempered. They were grounded in what was realistically attainable.
Tensa.
Beside them stood an older man, still dark haired, but wearing wraparound sunglasses and a long coat. It was a figure of ideals, of learning, of everything he wanted to be. He was everything his father had ever taught him. He denied the pleasures of the self that the other aspect desired. There was no need for such impulses to this figure.
Zangetsu.
And then, he stood there, stripped naked and bleeding. This was all he was now. Nothing, and everything was going to die. Split down the middle into three parts, what was there left for him to be. He glanced down at his naked body and smiled. That was okay. He could just cease to exist. That would be fine.
And which of the four would be the most powerful in the end? He had no idea. He felt the world fall and he collapsed.
Ichigo's eyes fluttered open and he sat up slowly. He felt refreshed, unafraid for the first time in days. He wondered why. He stretched his arms. He felt…he felt like having tea and reading a book. He wondered if there were any books in this place. So he got up and began rummaging through shelves and finally came across a book by Kant. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like he could relax.
Grimmjow woke and found his charge curled into a chair, reading a book with a cup of tea, quite calm. He frowned at the sudden change in behavior from the day before. He'd gone from a mewling mess to a composed, refined image all of a sudden. This couldn't be good.
"Ichigo?" Grimmjow said, and the boy looked up slowly from his book. There was something different about him. His face, while still the same, wore a completely different expression.
Ichigo tilted his head to the side and frowned. "Grimmjow, is it?"
Grimmjow was slightly taken aback by the formality of the tone. "Yeah, Ichigo."
"Ichigo's not in at the moment, I'm afraid," he said, returning to his book.
"What the hell does that mean?" Grimmjow asked frowning and moving closer.
Ichigo arched his orange brows. "He's away. Call me Zan, short for Zangetsu. Pleased to meet you, and I do appreciate what you are trying to do for him. I'm afraid, though, that things are much too far gone now. But I do appreciate it."
Grimmjow watched as he resumed his book quietly, sipping his tea. Grimmjow walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Dr. Ishida, can you make a house call, immediately?"
It didn't take long for the young doctor to arrive and assess the situation.
"You said he saw one of his attackers at the station yesterday face to face?" Uryū asked, still watching the young man read. When Grimmjow nodded he sighed. "I am assuming he's decided to assume a different identity, someone that it didn't happen to, sort of like the clichéd idea of multiple personality disorder. Keep an eye on him, and call with any changes. I'll have to contact his father and mine, unfortunately, to see if we can't get some idea on what to do here."
He watched as he left and then turned to find himself face to face with Ichigo who had snuck up behind him. "Hey, what's up?" he asked in surprise.
He face had changed, his eyes looking Grimmjow up and down. His eyes almost had a golden glint to them, and he grinned in a positively menacingly way.
"Imma gonna eatcha up if ya don't quit looking so good," he said and licked his lips seductively. Grimmjow took a step back, seeing the absolute lecherous gaze in his eyes.
"Ichigo, er, Zan? What's going on here?" he stammered.
"They're out at the moment, I just couldn't stand waitin' ta get ya to mahself," he said, practically purring. "I want ya to call me Shiro. Now, do ya wanna take this into yer bed or mine? Because I’ve been eyeing that tight body of yers since you were runnin’ ‘round in a towel showin’ off."
Grimmjow darted into the bathroom, grabbing the phone on the way with this Shiro hot on his tail. He locked himself in and frantically redialed the last number. The psychiatrist answered, a little annoyed since he'd just left.
"What is it now?"
"He's fuckin' different again!" he practically yelled into the phone.
There was a long pause. "How is he different? You mean a different personality or something?"
"Grimmjow!" came the call outside the door, loud enough that Uryū heard it over the phone. "Come on, just one lil' fuck, you can't say you don't want it…I'll rock yer world, ya sexy blue beast…"
"Oh, well, I can hear that…how long has he been like this?" Uryū said quickly.
Grimmjow groaned. "Since you walked out the damn door!"
"I'm not even to my car yet, I'll come back," Uryū said and hung up.
Grimmjow opened the door, hesitantly, not hearing anything, but as soon as he did he was tackled by the smaller man, pinning him to the floor with a wicked grin.
"Come play, Grimmy? I wanna…" he stopped when there was a loud knock from the door. He jumped up and ran for it, leaving Grimmjow flat on his back. Grimmjow got up in time to see "Shiro" pulling Uryū in with a wide grin.
"Oh you called another friend to play, Grimmy? Yummy, he's sweet. Ya gonna fuck me, too?" he said with wide, hopeful eyes.
Uryū frowned, and looked at Grimmjow. "He calls himself Shiro," he said, with a shrug.
"Shiro, sit down please," Uryū said, pushing him down on the couch.
He squirmed. "How can I sit down when I wanna strip ya both! I'll suck ya off, if ya want me too, bet ya'd like it too," he said reaching for Uryū's crotch.
Then he froze, blinking and moved back, a frown across his face, and crossed his legs and looked away. Uryū and Grimmjow exchanged looks. This time they’d both witnessed the switch.
"Who is here now?" Uryū said, and Ichigo turned and gave him a cool look. "Tensa," he said, then looked away.
Grimmjow was fascinated, having actually seen the change. "Where'd Shiro go?"
Tensa rolled his eyes. "Sex is all he thinks about, I tire of it. Well I suppose sex and violence, really. But who can blame him? I suppose I think about those things as well, considering the situation we're in. Zan won’t even think of those thoughts. He’s rather haughty about his ideals."
"We?" asked Uryū, jotting some notes.
"Of course, we. You don't think that we aren't aware of each other, do you?" Tensa said, sighing.
Grimmjow was a little worried. "Is Ichigo okay?"
Tensa rolled his eyes. "He doesn't have the inclination to speak right now. So, I will give you the information you need about the attack, as much as I am allowed to know. I have access to the reality of what has happened to us, as well as what is currently occurring."
A few minutes later, both Grimmjow and Uryū stood in the hallway while "Tensa" chose to watch the news.
"What is going on? There's three of them now!" Grimmjow said with a grimace.
The doctor sighed. "I'm not going to lie, here, Agent. I'm out of my league with this. I'm going to have to call in a specialist. This is far beyond simple 'defense mechanisms'. I'll contact Dr. Unohana and Dr. Kurosaki and see if they're agreeable to bringing in someone with less orthodox methods. Honestly, I would take advantage of Tensa's offer to help you with the case. Just be very careful. He can change at any moment, and it seems that the Shiro personality is highly aggressive."
With that, he left a very confused and worried Grimmjow. Okay, amnesia was bad enough, but splintered personalities? Shit.
Tensa stuck around and chatted about current events and such and it was agreed that the next day they would return to the office so he could fully fill out a report. Grimmjow wasn't looking forward to dealing with his coworkers and trying to explain this crap, but he would have to deal with it. The only question was whether Ichigo's testimony would be admissible considering his mental state. It would at least be worth holding the bastards for a few days, before their lawyers tore his statements to shreds.
Lunch went peacefully enough, and was quite enjoyable. Tensa seemed to be most concerned with current events and asked a lot of questions about Grimmjow’s job. Still, Grimmjow hoped that one day, Ichigo's personality came back in full so he could really get to know the kid.
“How long have you worked for Shinigami?” Tensa asked as he picked at his food. He seemed to eat normally, but appeared distracted.
“Ah, not long. I mean, I am only twenty-three myself, so I went from high school to the academy. Well, it wasn’t my idea. I had to either go there or jail. I got myself in trouble with the Shinigami when I was a teenager, and they gave me the offer to work for them. So, I took it. They put me through testing, and I thought sure they’d put me in tactical. Instead they said I was a perfect fit for sex crimes,” he said with a shrug as he ate his own food. He’d made spaghetti for them. Tensa seemed reluctant but eventually ate it all. “So I’ve been working for them since I was twenty after I did two years in their academy.”
Tensa nodded and held up Ichigo’s right hand that had been mangled. The surgery scars were still red colored where they had healed over. He flexed it. “This hand won’t be able to follow our dream any longer. I am unsure where we will go now. Surgery is out of the question. I can’t feel the tips of the fingers well. I suppose that is just as well.”
Grimmjow felt the weight of that. To have a dream shattered so completely…it wouldn’t be easy.
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“Are you going home today too?” Wonderweiss asked as he put away his own clothes.
“Yeah, Uryū’s taking me home in a little while. He had a house call on that guy that was in here with us, but he’s headed this way. Is your aunt coming to get you?” Shinobu asked.
“Yeah, she owns this dance club, the Tiberon. She lives above it, and has an extra room,” Wonderweiss explained. “She is a good person, I just hope she isn’t going to treat me like a kid too. So, annoying. I’m in my twenties not twelve,” he muttered as there was a knock at the door.
Uryū was standing there with a trio of people. One was a tall, buxom woman with darker skin and yellow blonde hair. The man with him was a sleepy looking man with wavy brown hair. With them was a short teenage girl with lime green hair.
“Just a second, Shinobu, I wanted to talk to them before they leave,” he said with a smirk at his partner.
Wonderweiss sighed, looking at them. “You all didn’t need to come,” he commented.
“I asked them to come,” Uryū said getting a glare from Wonderweiss. “Your aunt Tier and I have spoken at length about the situation, and I wanted to meet the others in your new family. Cayote, right?”
“Yes, Cayote Starrk, and this is my daughter Lilynette. We read over what you sent home Tier. I think we understand the situation,” Starrk said with a smile.
Lilynette walked up and looked at Wonderweiss. “You better not go in my room. I don’t need nosy older brothers, you know.”
With that, she turned and sat down by the door. Hallibel sighed. “She is almost sixteen. Strong willed is an understatement. I believe we are prepared to meet Wondweiss’s needs where my sister could not. She was always worried about perfection. It would seem such a thing has backfired on her. Children are not perfect creatures.”
“You know, I’m not a child,” Wonderweiss said with a glare as he shoved the last of the books he’d had with him in the bag.
Starrk smirked. “Of course not, you are nineteen. I think that helping out around the club will be a good thing for you to do, and if you enjoy anything in particular, I’m sure that we can find classes for you.”
Wonderweiss narrowed his eyes at him. “Classes? Like school? Mother said I wasn’t going to pass anything.”
“I’m sure she was wrong about that by quite a bit,” Hallibel said. “I thought we could stop at a home store and you could choose some things for your new bedroom. I don’t have it decorated, I was going to leave that to you.”
Wonderweiss, though still suspicious nodded. “Alright. Um, by Shinobu!” he said as he waved to the other man in his room.
“Bye!” Shinobu called as Uryū watched them leave. He looked at him as he slid out of the bed to gather his own belongings. “You think they’ll be good for him?” he asked.
“I do. They are completely opposite of what his real parents were like. He should do well. But I’ve taken the rest of the day off so we can get you settled back at home,” Uryū said as he picked up his bag.
“Alright.” Shinobu interlocked arms with Uryū as they walked out of the room. “How’s your patient you’re doing house calls on?” he asked.
Uryū sighed. “Oh, I expect to be doing a lot of them. Seems like there’s been a more complex thing with his mental state, but hopefully time will fix it.”
They got into the car, but neither of them noticed that as Uryū pulled out to head home that they were being followed.
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The next morning Grimmjow was having a highly arousing dream. Someone, who he couldn't see, was proceeding to give him the most amazing morning blow job he'd ever had. He moaned and writhed as a skilled tongue lavishly worshiped at his straining member and he was thinking when he woke up he was going to have to take an extra-long shower after this pleasant dream. Then he fluttered his eyes open and realized he wasn't asleep, and going down on him was a furiously bobbing orange head of hair. He blinked for a minute then a wave of pleasure seared through him and he couldn't hold back his orgasm, arching his back into the warm, hot mouth that lapped and licked him as he came.
"Holy fuck, what are you doing?" he breathed as the orange haired brat picked up his head, lavishly swirling his tongue around his flaccid member, apparently trying to revive it.
"Um, what's it look like ta ya? Ya got a nice piece, care to see how it fits in me? I want ya to fuck me into the sheets all day, blue-baby," he said, a positively sinful look on his face. “I’d like to let ya take my virgin ass, but well, that won’t be happening. Got that stolen…”
It didn't take long for Grimmjow to scramble back, tucking himself quickly back into his pants. He wasn't sure how to feel about actually being molested in his sleep by his sexually assaulted charge. How the fuck was he going to explain this one? Not that he really minded, he'd had the thought cross his mind more than once, but this wasn't really Ichigo, this was…something else. Wait, didn’t this count as nonconsensual since he was asleep? For some reason that creeped him out a bit. He couldn’t help it, though, he told himself.
Shiro head dropped then, and when it rose again he tilted his head to the side in a thoughtful way. "The decidedly wanton nature of Shiro is certainly going to grate on my nerves," Zan said with a sigh and stood up. "I'm using your toothbrush. My mouth tastes disgusting."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Grimmjow said, grabbing the phone and dialing Uryū.
"Detective?" he said sleepily. "Is there a problem?"
Grimmjow stalked into the living room and watched as Ichigo disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. "Yes there's a fuckin' problem, I woke up to him giving me a blow job in my sleep!"
He heard the other man clearing his throat. "Well, it seems that the Shiro personality is highly pleasure driven, so I'm not surprised."
"What the fuck am I gonna do? I can't have him jumping me every morning like that! Should someone else take him in until he gets…normal again?"
"That wouldn't be a good idea. Remember, it is still Ichigo, and the only one he really trusts is you. If he were to come to himself again in and be with someone else, the damage might be irreparable. I'm afraid, detective, you'll just have to deal with it. My advice is to attempt to reason with Shiro so that he does not assault you in your sleep. And make sure you report it at the office."
There was a soft click as the call was ended. Grimmjow stared at the phone in disbelief. "Deal with it?" he grumbled, putting the phone down.
A few minutes later, Zan came out of the bathroom wiping his mouth and still looking disgusted. He went to the bookcase and grabbed something and sat down at the window to read. Grimmjow headed into the bathroom and took a long shower. He was going to eat as well before heading in and trying to explain the newest development to the team.
He came out to find Ichigo dressed and staring out the window. He turned when Grimmjow entered, putting his tie on.
"I am deeply sorry for what Shiro did. I'm afraid he is hard to control right now. The desires of the flesh are new to him, and it seems that he is intent on sampling all that he can," Ichigo now said.
"All right…" he trailed of and looked at him.
"Zan," he said nodding and followed him.
Great. He needed Tensa, not Zan. But as long as it wasn't Shiro, they might be okay. Damn this was getting confusing. He went and quickly made them some eggs for breakfast and then took him in with him. As he walked, Ichigo followed, hands folded behind his back, eyes astute to everything around him. He entered the elevator without a word and watched as they moved up the floors.
They exited out and everyone on the floor hushed and looked up at them as they entered. Ichigo was calm, collected and looked thoughtful, while Grimmjow was completely wild looking. He hadn’t even brushed down his hair this morning or anything.
"You, go up there to the front office, until I come get you," he said. Ichigo nodded with a sigh.
"Are there at least some books up there I can pursue besides the inane magazines I was reading yesterday?" he said with a haughty tone. "I now wish I had bought the Kant with me. But I think I remember seeing a volume by St. Augustine on the shelf up there."
With that he wandered up the stairs, leaving everyone in complete shock. Grimmjow flopped down against the desk, dropping his head in his hands. Pretty soon, most the team including Rukia had come out.
"Is he better?" Rukia asked, glancing up to see Ichigo curled on the couch in the upstairs conference room reading quietly.
Grimmjow looked up. "No, he's fuckin' worse than ever."
Starrk and Nel had come up by now. "But he seems almost normal, not clinging to you or freaking out?"
"Just wait. I give it about fifteen minutes if I don't miss my guess, and you'll see. Just fuckin' wait and you'll see what I'm talkin' about."
Everyone turned to look up as they heard a giggle from upstairs and then saw Ichigo drop the book and come positively running down out of the room. He smiled manically at them as he leaped up on the desk behind Grimmjow and practically jumped on his shoulders in a leapfrogging motion. Everyone took a step back as Grimmjow grimaced.
"Fuck, ya brought me to have some fun wit ya friends? Can I blow him? He's pretty," he said staring at Renji as he walked up with a lecherous grim, as if he was already devouring him. Renji's eyes widened.
"Shiro…" Grimmjow grunted. Shiro leaned over, still situated on his shoulders.
"Don't get jealous, blue-baby. You'll be my favorite blow," he said and cackled, shifting and sliding down his front in a way similar to a stripper moving down a pole. He then jumped on the desk in a leap and kneeled looking down at Toshiro.
"Ooh, I like him. Yer a pretty little thing. Ya are a boy, right? Doesn't matter, I'd lick ya up and down either way." Then just as quick he jumped off the desk and was staring at Rukia who had an absolutely baffled expression. "What's tha look, sugar? You mad I'm talking about yer boys and not you? I wouldn't mind giving yer little sweet body some attention too…"
He grinned as Rukia stared daggers at him and sauntered around the desks then grinned at them all. "Ah man, I wanna get one of ya son of a bitches to fuck me, come on…Grimm won't do it"
Then just as suddenly he stopped, his entire posture changed and he turned and looked at them with a calm look now.
"Detective, are we going to do the report you wanted now?" he said evenly.
Grimm looked up and sighed. "Tensa, thank gods. Shiro was getting out of hand."
He shrugged. "I can't tell when he will come back, but you have me for now. I suggest you not waste time fretting over Shiro's actions."
"Okay, um, why don't you wait up there in the office again, okay Tensa?" Grimmjow said, feeling the stares of the others boring into him. They all watched as he ascended the stairs.
"What was that?" Rukia said.
"Dr. Ishida says his personality has fractured. He's got three that I can tell. He's named them Tensa, Zangetsu and Shiro. And they come and go, and since then I haven't seen the real Ichigo," Grimmjow said with a sigh. "It wouldn't be so bad except fuckin' Shiro's a sex fiend. I woke up this morning to him blowing me in my sleep."
There was a collective gasp. "Then he shouldn't stay with you…" Rukia began.
"Already tried that route. Ishida says if we change his situation, if the real Ichigo surfaces, the damage might be permanent. He's still in there. For now, all I can do is keep trying to get him to come back, and try to keep Shiro off my dick."
The silence was a little much, but no one knew what to say.
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They were set up in the interrogation room so they could record the coming statements. Rukia, Nel, and Grimmjow sat across from him. He still sat with the straight back.
“Alright, Ichigo,” Rukia began as she started the equipment.
"Tensa,” he corrected. "Ichigo is not currently present."
Rukia cleared her throat. "Okay, Tensa, can you please give your account of the night in question? I know a couple months have passed, but if you could give your account as close as you can."
He glanced at the recording equipment. "You realize that this is most likely inadmissible due to the state of mind we are in now. Even Tatsuki could take apart this statement and she has only just been admitted to Harvard Law."
"We are aware; however, we need something on record, and we may be able to work with Dr. Ishida to help things go our way," Rukia responded.
"If that is what you wish," Tensa said, sipping a cup of tea, two sugars, one cream. "There were three males at the club attempting to take flirt with the girls." In front of him were the photos of the Wandenreicht. He pushed forward the photos of Discol, Bazz B, and Nodt. "These were there. I deterred them by dancing with the girls at various times. I drank club sodas all night. The bartender was Franceska. She works there all the time."
Rukia glanced through the notes. "Franceska confirms that you ordered drinks for your friends, but you always chose the designated driver wrist band when you came in, and he says you never once sipped at your friend's drinks, only the sodas."
"Correct."
"Okay, now the rest of the night?" Rukia said.
Tensa nodded, sipping the drink again. “Mizho left with her brother, as we’d come in her car. She took Tatasuki and Honsho home. I decided to walk Orihime home since her apartment was just a couple blocks over. As we were walking, we were attacked by the three from the club. They said they wanted Orihime. I tried to attack them so she could get away and they hit me with something. When I woke up, I was tied up and unable to see. They were talking about someone named Quilge was coming to pick her up to sell her. They told a woman that they were going to punish me for interfering. The one without lips, Nodt I believe said that they werne’t allowed to ‘fuck the girls’ because they were too rough.” Tensa paused, thinking.
He looked thoughtful. "I'm afraid things begin to get fuzzy at this point in my memory. But I will tell you what images I have retained. They put a pill in my mouth and forced it down with water. Things began to go weird and blurred at this point. I recall being taken to a room but then…it got dark for a little while.”
Tensa was swirling the cup. "At this point Ichigo's preventing me full access to the memories," he said thoughtfully, looking now out the window. "I will attempt to break into those memories, however, understand that I may be forced out of control when I do so, but I am not sure who will take over from there."
The three waited patiently. This was not the point to push him. He looked up. "The darkness was there, for a long time, and I think I remember when it broke, shattering into a million suns when they threw my head into the wall. There was a lot of blood running down my throat, I remember that, and it made me even sicker. The pain was explosive, of the bone shattering in my cheek. With that pain came a certain clarity. The fog was lifted, and I knew that I was being attacked by someone. In my head, my body was responding like I have trained it to, reaching back, using the attacker's own momentum to swing them around in an effective throw. I've done it so many times, it should be instinct, and most the time it is. Second degree blackbelts don't come easy. I've had my nose broken before, but this was worse."
He looked upward again, searching the memories. And it was strange to hear him talk and see not an ounce of pain or distress on his features. "He had me pinned to the wall with a hand on my neck, the other on my wrists. He asked me something about what I had in my pants to get three girls on me all night. I was confused. Then he slammed my head into the wall again, I think, or maybe that was the first time. The order in my head is unsure. I tried to talk, everything in my head was planned out, but when I spoke it came out a garbled mess. I tried to say that they were not with me like that. He didn't believe me. Claimed I had 'cockblocked' him and his friends, I believe was the term he used. He seemed very flustered. Something about fear being enjoyable was in there."
A look passed over his face, and they wondered if their time was up with Tensa but he shook his head. "He asked why I was not having sex with them, then asked if I was gay. I couldn't form the words to explain that it wasn't like that either He reached in front of me where I was pinned to grab me and I remember my mind exploding in reaction, seeming to finally get what was happening. He then asked what was to be done about his 'needs' since I interfered with him attempting relations with Tatsuki. At that point one of the others indicating have 'fun' and the other asked if it was a good idea since he thought he overdosed me, indicating that if he did I would not scream to his liking."
"Yeah, they had drugged you with a new synthetic drug called Vermillion Rose, and had indeed overdosed you, the almost lost you in the ER because of it," Rukia said glancing at the ER report. It had been close. This stuff was nasty. That alone would have been something that killed most people.
"I remember being tossed to the ground, and somehow caught myself with my hands, keeping my face out of the cement and the ground smelled horrible. Then I remember falling forward, hitting my forehead as they pulled away the clothes from my lower body. I looked up to blinding sunshine, brilliant but it isn’t a sun, a person, but I can’t see him. The blood was choking me as it rand down my throat and he commented on how he hadn't started yet on my mouth, and put a hand over it, kneeling down beside me. Then someone, I'm not sure which one, entered me and I remembered screaming because I thought I was going to die. He said I was moving too much and grabbed my right wrist and pulled. I remember the sound as those bones shattered from the twisting, and felt my shoulder pop out of place.
"Then one took the opportunity to utilize my mouth. I couldn't scream, and pain was shooting through my face, almost eclipsing that in the rest of my body. Then they took their own turns finishing themselves. He had a knife, too, and as he was over me, I felt him cut into my back, and sometimes he'd lean over and use it on my chest. Everything was so hazy, though. There was something, somewhere in there, burning that was poured into my mouth and elsewhere. It was the sun that did it, I know that. The sunshine was so bright. Wait…” He paused. “The bright one shot me, I know that. I remember the blood pouring out of my guts, but it didn’t stop them. It is all so disjointed. I remember one shoving me to the ground after saying something again and I heard the flicking of that knife. I hadn't seen it but I knew a butterfly knife by sound. But it was raining, and I can’t tell you why or how, since we were inside a storeroom," he said looked around, his gaze completely impassive as he met the wide-eyed gazes of the detectives.
"Then I remember it being dark, and I looked up to see blue, and that was all until I woke up in the hospital," he finished and took a long drink of his teacup.
As soon as he did, his eyes went wide and he spit the tea. Luckily, he was facing away from the table and managed to spit it on the floor beside him.
"The fuck, man?" he muttered staring at the cup. "Fuckin' Tensa could at least put some more sugar in this shit, that's nasty."
He looked up at the surprised expressions of the detectives and gave them a smirk. "Fuck, you guys should be used to this shit by now. Ichigo's not happy with fuckin' Tensa. He might not come out for a while. But what the fuck ever, man ya got what ya wanted, yeah?"
Grimmjow leaned forward. "Shiro, is there anything you want to add to what Tensa said?"
"Get me some goddamned tea with lots of sugar and maybe."
A moment later, a fresh cup was poured, complete with six cubes of sugar. He smiled and sipped it as though it was great. "Fuckin' Tensa man, how can he drink this without enough sugar? And with milk, blah. The sugar is the best damn part!"
"Shiro, you and Tensa are both the same person, how can one of you like tea with lots of sugar and the other like tea with a little sugar and milk?" Rukia asked.
He smiled. "Well, how could one of us hate the idea of being fucked by those guys and another one kinda get off on it, eh?"
There was a silence. "Well, I woulda rather it happened different, the fuckin' pain I could do without," he said rolling his eyes. "I mean, who the fuck wants their fucking pelvis broken for a fuck? Or have nothing out it in the end? I ain't something, like they wanted to use me as, even if I did want Ichigo to stop being so fuckin' prudish and admit he wanted to have a man in his life."
Rukia hesitated, wondering if she should stop recording, but opted not to. "So you're saying that Ichigo is gay, not asexual as his father and friends believed?"
Shiro drank the tea. The frowned at it as though it had offended him. "Do you happen to have another cup?"
They looked at each other, noting the change again. "Yeah, how ya take it?" Grimmjow asked.
"Plain, please."
Grimmjow sat the cup down and looked at him. "Zangetsu?" he said softly.
He looked up and nodded. "Yes, I was tired of Shiro. And Tensa has been prohibited at the moment from taking over."
Rukia cleared her throat. "Zangetsu, is there anything you can tell us?"
He looked thoughtful for a long moment. "Ichigo is indeed of the preference of men, but I believe the term is demi-sexual. He is only attracted to someone he has become attached to already. He is naturally a submissive personality, even though he has never really admitted it. He prefers to hang around his female friends because all four are aggressive and he can be around them and be safe, unlike with more aggressive males. He does not understand this, however, as he just assumes he has no sexual preference, even to the point he has never performed self-gratification."
Renji and Grimmjow exchanged looks. "The kid's never jerked off?" Grimmjow muttered, thinking back to the kid giving him a blow job that was better than most hookers he'd seen in his day.
"No, but he has explored sexual activities, though through a clinical eye. He knows human sexuality; after all, his purpose was to become a doctor. In doing so, he has pursued clinical journals, pornographic videos and magazines, as well as spent some time with a sex therapist as an intern to study it. He considered his lack of sexual desire deviancy, and part of him wanted to understand it. He could never identify the cause of his asexual nature, but found sexuality on the whole intriguing. He was considering becoming a fertility specialist to help families with sexual dysfunction and therapy if surgery didn’t work out as he liked. Considering he had no real feelings about sex, he thought it would be a good place to be, knowing there would never be a sexual attraction to his patients," Zan said, carefully sipping his tea.
Rukia sighed. "Okay, I think that's enough for today. I'll let Grimmjow take you home so you can eat and get some rest. Zan, is there any way to keep Shiro from…um…well…" she began.
"Keep him from performing fellatio on Agent Jaegerjaquez without his permission?" he finished.
Rukia and Grimmjow both blushed. "Yeah, that would be good, I really don't want to traumatize Ichigo any further," he said.
"I will attempt to keep him at bay, but I cannot promise. Sometimes those urges are very strong since Ichigo has never given into them before, or even recognized them for what they are," he said, finishing his tea.
Grimmjow sighed and stood. "Okay, let's go then, Zan."
They headed out to the car, neither noticing a man following their every moment with a long-range camera. Pictures were snapped, then as the blue car pulled out, not far off it was followed by a non-descript black one.
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