The Broken Souls of the Seireitei

A/N: Hello all! Some plot development in this chapter, a bit of lime, ect. You'll like it. *reloads gun* Right? And thank you Orionshadow for the plum wine. It is delicious, and I can still operate heavy machinery. Well I can operate my laptop. Sort of.



“Psst! Hey! Get your skinny ass over here!”

Yuzu dropped the ball of gauze she was rolling and looked over at the window, surprised to see her sister’s grinning face. “Oh, Kari-chan! Oneesan!” She started to cry and ran over to the window, kissing and hugging her sister.

“Easy, easy, take it easy! Help me over this damn window,” Karin hissed, flopping into the room in a huge black heap. She was already wearing the required backless suit that all females in the 2nd division (all five of them) wore. She stood and cracked her neck, swinging her bare arms.

“Ok. Now give me a hug.” She smiled when Yuzu flew into her arms, nearly crying again. Pulling back, Yuzu looked at her sister and tears filled her eyes again.

“You cut your hair,” She whispered, reaching out for one of the short black locks. Karin shrugged. “It’s easier this way. It’s shorter in the back and longer towards the front, see?” She demonstrated, doing a half quarter turn. “I’d like to consider it ‘The Faye Valentine’.”

Yuzu gave her a watery eyed smile and hugged her again tightly. “So did you sneak off? You shouldn’t have done that. Soi-Fon taicho may try to come and find you!” She said, obvious worry in her voice.

Karin scoffed. “Are you serious? She isn’t Dad; she has better things to do than to come hunt for me. What makes you say that, have you heard or saw something?”

Yuzu fidgeted uncomfortably. “Well, Soi-Fon taicho came to my room last night and peered inside. There is a window in the door and she was looking in at me.”

Karin stopped picking her teeth and stared at her sister. “Was she looking for me?”

Yuzu shrugged. “I don’t know. She stood there for a long time. I don’t think she could see my eyes, but I watched her and she watched me. I got tired of staring at her so I closed my eyes, but there was another time when I felt something go across my head, like this,” She demonstrated, gently smoothing her hand over Karin’s hair.

“Do you think it was her?” Karin asked warily, wondering why the hell her taicho was bothering Yuzu.

Yuzu shook her head. “Nah, I got a really warm feeling, like maybe it was Dad or Ichi-kun. Or maybe even you. Soi-Fon taicho probably just wanted to come see the new freak show,” She said sadly, sitting down on a cot in the medicine room. “Everyone keeps coming by and staring at me. It’s like I’m some new bug species or something.”

Karin frowned and joined her on the cot. “I overheard someone in my division saying that they thought you were weak and couldn’t see hollows, so that’s why you were put here. You can see hollows now, right?”

Yuzu nodded. “Yes…but I like to pretend they aren’t there. And I’m not weak! Assholes,” She muttered, pouting and crossing her arms. Karin smiled and hugged her shoulders. “I know you aren’t weak. But you can’t ignore Hollows anymore. Your life depends on it,” She said in a grave voice, making Yuzu shudder. “I made sure the guy who said you were weak thought about who he was talking about, and hopefully when he looks in the mirror and sees the hole from the tooth I knocked out of his bitch ass mouth that he will remember himself. ”

Yuzu laughed. “Still fighting, huh. Have you see Hitsugaya taicho yet?” Karin smiled and ducked her head, rubbing her arm. “Nah, not yet. But soon, once I learn the ropes of this joint, I’ll pay him a visit.”

Yuzu smiled. It was more than just a passing fancy that Karin and Toshiro had, and she had wondered why her sister’s cheeks held that rosy blush, or why the white haired boy came over so often, just to turn back around and leave abruptly. She knew now that he had to leave and fight Hollows. She smiled at the romanticism. Also she had witnessed many a streetlight etched kiss between them. It was sweet, and she was happy her sister had someone.

“You know, this may not be so bad, Kari-chan. I was upset at first, but I realize I have a test tomorrow, and that dumb mod soul or whatever it’s called better not make me fail.”

Karin laughed. “Don’t get used to it. Ichigo always has to go back and do his own tests. Besides, not all mod souls are dumb. Look at Kon!”

Yuzu frowned. “Kon?”

“You call him Bostov.”

“Bostov is a mod soul?” She paused at Karin’s saucy grin and opened her mouth to respond, but turned towards the door upon hearing voices outside. “Oh no! Karin, you have to-” She paused when she turned back around.

Karin was already gone.
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‘So, Soi-Fon…you went to go see my sister last night. What the hell business did you have bothering my sister? You knew I wasn’t there. If you have any kind of ill will towards my sister or brother, or even my idiot father, then bitch, you have another thing coming!’

Karin’s mind was raging as she slipped back into her own division. It was on the verge of nightfall, and newcomers to the academy were on a strict curfew, and technically she wasn’t allowed to leave her division with the exception of meetings or explicit permission from her taicho. She had long perfected the art of sneaking out of Isshin’s home, and her division was no more difficult.

Or so she thought.

Jumping over the wall, she sailed right into Omaeda’s huge arms, and he squeezed so tight she nearly passed out.

“Well, aren’t you a rather large June bug?” He scoffed, his face and purple neck sash covered by millions of crumbs. Karin struggled in his grip, beating him in the neck.

“Let me go, fat ass!” She coughed again when he squeezed tighter, twisting around so that he wouldn’t crack her ribs.

“That wasn’t very nice. You should be nicer to me, Pretty Bird. You may need me in the near future,” He said, glaring at her now that she was facing him. Karin leaned back and head butted him, making him scream and release her. She fell far to the ground and tried to run away from him, but when she attempted to stand, she immediately fell, her ribs aching her.

“You little bitch!” Omaeda screamed, advancing toward her.

“Yare, yare. All this noise, and for no reason. I was settling in for some tea, and I hear all this ruckus.”

“Dad!” Karin gasped, trying to inch over to him. Omaeda glared at Karin before turning to Isshin.

“She left without permission. You know that all new recruits are confined to the barracks for fourteen days.” Omaeda had a visible drop of sweat run down his face, and he gulped, not knowing much about the new old taicho. Isshin nodded.

“I know the ways of the 2nd division. But Kurosaki Karin is of no use if you crush her to death.” Isshin moved to retrieve his daughter, who coughed up some blood.

“Hold it.” All three of them looked up to see Soi-Fon coming toward them. “Soi-Fon taicho! I was just-oof!” Omaeda tried to explain, but the punch to his gut made him fall into the dust, coughing and heaving. Soi-Fon didn’t miss a stride, walking over to Karin and Isshin.

“Stand up,” Soi-Fon demanded, glaring angrily at Karin. She tried to stand and fell back over, holding her side. “Useless. How is she supposed to stand up to Aizen when she literally can’t stand up?” She asked Isshin, one hand on her narrow hip.

“She could stand before your fukutaicho mauled her,” Isshin retorted pointedly.

Soi-Fon rolled her eyes and pulled Karin up by her left arm. “Let this be the first and last time you ever disobey me. You have broken a few ribs; you will be escorted to the 4th to heal. It will take approximately two days, and those days will be added back to your training. You will have additional PT and be confined to your quarters for thirty days after you successfully complete training. Any further infractions may result in your death. Understood?”

Karin looked at her, wide eyed. “Yes, Soi-Fon taicho. I understand. I am sorry I disobeyed you and disrespected your division.”

Soi-Fon’s features relaxed. “I accept your apology. But this division will be yours also, once you complete your training. Wrap your arm around me, I will take you to the 4th.” Soi-Fon gently scooped the girl up, but Isshin stopped her.

“I will take her. I haven’t seen my other daughter either, so I will visit her too.” Isshin took Karin from Soi-Fon’s arms and cradled her like a baby, carrying her off. Omaeda watched them disappear and then turned toward Soi-Fon.

“Damnit taicho! Didja have to hit me so hard?” Omaeda whined, rubbing his giant belly.

Soi-Fon frowned at him. “Didja have to break her fucking ribs? I asked you to injure her, not kill her.” She walked over to a nearby step and sat down, scratching her cheek.

Omaeda shrugged. “I thought she could handle it. She is a Kurosaki, I thought her mettle was stronger. But you got what you wanted, she’s headed to the 4th and you can go visit Starfruit or whatever her name is.”

Soi-Fon stood and kicked dirt in his face. “Get smart again! Her name is Yuzu, and if you try to be cute again, I’ll hit you hard for real.”

Soi-Fon went into her quarters and slammed the door, closing her eyes. She had watched Yuzu the night before for a long time, just watching the girl breathe. She knew that the girl had woken up and looked at her, but she was still and hoped that she would chalk it up to a dream. Once she was certain Yuzu was sleep, she slipped into her room and ran her hand over the cornsilk threads, bending over to sniff her hair. She smiled at the foreign but sweet smell, and then turned to leave. She figured Retsu knew she had ulterior motives to volunteer to watch Nemu, and again with sending Karin to the 4th division. She felt bad about hurting the Kurosaki, but if she was to be in the Special Division then she needed to get stronger anyway. Justified in her actions, Soi-Fon undressed and crawled into bed, dreaming of Yuzu.
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“Well this is a nice restaurant,” Matsumoto said, looking over a menu. Zaraki had taken her to an eatery out in the tenth district, a yakitori and tempura place known for their food. He had worried that he’d forgotten where it was located, as it had been a long time since he’d been there.

“Yeah, Bya-kun brought me a few times. It’s nice to get away from the drama in the Seireitei, you know?” Zaraki said absently, glancing over the menu. Matsumoto smiled and leaned forward.

“You and Kuchiki taicho are pretty close, huh?” He looked over his menu at her, and smiled at her grin.

“He’s the man of my dreams. If I were gay, Ichigo would have no chance.” Zaraki shrugged and set his menu on the table, signaling he was ready to order. Matsumoto looked thoughtful.

“How do you know you aren’t gay?”

Zaraki laughed. “Trial and error. When Byakuya gets really drunk, he likes to try to kiss people. Once I let him.”

Matsumoto was on the edge of her chair. “And?”

Zaraki tapped his temple. “He was a good kisser. And he tasted fancy. But it made me feel weird. Now kissing you for example, that is more my speed.” He gave her a lingering, sultry gaze, one she had to break when the waitress came over to take their orders. Matsumoto waited until they had received their food before talking again.

“Can I ask you something, Kenpachi-san?”

Zaraki nodded, slurping at an udon noodle. He thought for a moment and then laughed, setting his chopsticks down. “Kissing was all Byakuya and I have done. No penetration. He’s my best friend, so no worries.”

Matsumoto paled. “Oh no, that wasn’t what I was going to ask. But um, thanks for letting me know.”

Zaraki reddened. “Oh. Awkward,” He said, reaching for his chopsticks again. Matsumoto fidgeted and leaned close, looking him directly in his unpatched eye.

“Were you mad at me last night for sort of leading you on?” Her voice was small and sort of worried, making him place his chopsticks down.

“No. I was mad, but not at you. At myself.”

Matsumoto shook her head as she sipped her ginger tea. “You have no reason to be mad at yourself. No one has ever been so sweet to me. I don’t want to assume that you aren’t a romantic, sweet man, but then again I wouldn’t be able to tell a man like that from a house cat, since I’ve never known one.”

Zaraki shrugged again. “I used to be sweet. But then someone took advantage of that.”

Matsumoto turned sympathetic. “What happened between you and Kotetsu fukutaicho? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Zaraki nodded. “She cheated on me. Many, many, many times. She just can’t keep her fucking legs closed. I had my suspicions, and heard rumors, but I actually caught her one day.”

Matsumoto gasped. She had heard things, but learned through personal painful experience to discredit rumors, because often they weren’t true. She reached across the table to gently stroke his hand, noticing that he wasn’t looking at her.

“She hurt me. Lied to me. Took my heart and tossed it in the garbage. Oh, and then,” He said with a small laugh, “Then this bitch has the nerve to say she cheated because I don’t make her happy. I don’t make you happy? That’s your excuse? Really? I gave you every fucking thing I had, and you weren’t happy? Tramp, please. Fuck that and fuck you,” He snapped, his reiatsu building. Matsumoto was silent, just stroking his hand in a bid to calm him down.

The waitress came over, pale and wan looking. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I didn’t notice before, but you two are shinigami.”

Zaraki looked at her. “What’s wrong? You don’t serve Soul Reapers here? Myself and another shinigami came here just last week, so did you all change your policy or something?”

The waitress paled further. “No, its not that, not at all! It’s just…your spiritual pressure suddenly went up, and some of the people here were complaining of sudden headaches and nausea. I-I’m sorry,” She stammered, obviously embarrassed. Zaraki’s expression softened.

“I guess I forget my own strength. Here,” He said, pulling out a wad of money. “Put everyone here’s food on my tab. It’s the least I can do,” He said, handing her more than enough to pay for everyone. “It’s just I’m trying to treat this lovely lady here, and we’d like to stay. Is that ok?”

The waitress grinned and nodded her head, clearing the dishes off the table. She came right back with two large bowls filled with kakigori, one with blue, green, and orange colors and the other with red, yellow, and purple colors. She also had two bags of kompeito with her. She smiled at them and walked off, albeit a bit shaky as Zaraki’s reiatsu was still lingering heavy.

“Mmm, I want that one,” Matsumoto said, pointing at the blue colored one. Zaraki took a spoonful of it and then slid it over to her, making her smirk. She ate a bite and smiled, digging in. Zaraki watched her for a moment and started eating the red one, letting the cool sweetness melt down his throat, finding it slightly reminiscent to the taste of the woman across from him. He was so engrossed in thought, he barely noticed the elderly woman tottering over to them.

“I want to thank you for paying for my dinner. It was delicious,” She said, raising a shaky hand to place a bag on their table. “I was going to sell these at the market, but you paying for my dinner saved me more than selling these, so take them.” Matsumoto peered in the bag and smiled at the apples and pears inside.

“I’m sorry, my reiatsu must have been hard on you. But thank you for the fruit,” Zaraki said, smiling at the woman. She grinned and placed a liver spotted hand on his and patted him gently.

“You should be nicer to your company. She may punch out your other eye if you don’t be nice!” The old woman joked, cackling.

Zaraki blushed and touched his eye patch with a chuckle. “Yes, Obaasan. I will be nice to her and treat her well.” He gazed at Matsumoto the same way he did the night before when Ichigo and Byakuya were hugging, and it made heat rush to her face.

The old woman nodded. “I knew you were a good man. I live about five minutes east of here if either of you ever want to come back for fruit, or just to keep an old widow company.” She gently patted Zaraki’s cheek before slowly lumbering off, supporting herself on her wooden cane.

Zaraki smiled at Matsumoto and they silently finished their kakigori, occasionally offering each other spoonfuls of their different flavors. They stood to leave, taking their ill gotten gains of fruit and rock candy with them.
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Ichigo grimaced at Byakuya’s neck. “Ok, explain again why you have that ugly butterfly on your neck.”

Byakuya frowned and tried duck the explanation. “Did you think about what to say to Hirako-san?”

“Yes.” Ichigo poked at Byakuya’s neck, earning a slap on the wrist.

“Don’t touch it, it itches!”

“Niisama, you look stupid,” Rukia said absently, laying on her stomach on the tatami mat, flipping through the latest issue of Shonen Jump. Byakuya glared at her and self consciously adjusted his hair to cover the mark.

“Hush, Rukia-chan. You aren’t even looking at me anyway.”

Ichigo chuckled and combed the hair back with his hand, kissing the mark softly. “I won’t ask again, since obviously you are embarrassed behind it. I still love you just the same,” Ichigo whispered into his ear, licking the butterfly mark. Byakuya purred and turned his head slightly to kiss Ichigo on the lips, light at first, but the passion grew quickly.

“I’m still herrrrrrrrrre,” Rukia sang, still reading the manga. Ichigo rolled his eyes.

“Then make like a banana and spit!”

Byakuya looked confused. “Ichigo, why would a banana split?”

Ichigo smiled and kissed him again. “It’s a term we use in the ryoka world. There is an ice cream desert called banana split. I’ll treat you to one the next time we go back.”

“I get some too,” Rukia added, still sprawled on the floor reading. Ichigo stood and walked past Rukia, kicking her magazine.

“Hey! Asshole! You just fucking stepped on D. Luffy! You ruined One Piece!” Rukia wailed, running after her magazine.

“Scram! Before I give you One Piece… of my foot in your ass!” Ichigo shoved her out of Byakuya’s quarters, ignoring the captain’s laughter. It was always hysterical to see Ichigo banter with Rukia. It greatly reminded him of himself and Kenpachi. He was secretly glad that Ichigo wanted him and not Rukia, as that had been a prevalent thought from the first time he met Ichigo in Karakura up until their lips had met on Chad’s terrace.

Ichigo closed the door and leaned against it, winking at Byakuya. He walked over to the bench by the window where Byakuya was seated and smiled at him, combing his fingers through the raven silk threads again. The touch was so relaxing, Byakuya bent over and lay his head on one of Ichigo’s thighs, enjoying the feeling of being close and vulnerable.

“I love it when you touch me,” Byakuya murmured, not used to but not uncomfortable in telling his feelings and thoughts. Ichigo grunted in response, continually combing his fingers through the hair.

“Have you decided what to do about Shinji and the others?” Byakuya cursed himself for his squeaky voice, obviously becoming undone from a few simple touches from a man a fraction of his age.

Ichigo stopped playing with Byakuya’s hair and smiled saucily. “You said that we would discuss the Vizards after I came.”

Byakuya smiled into Ichigo’s lap. He raised his head a little and saw that Ichigo was semi hard. “You are right, Kurosaki fukutaicho. I did sort of promise to give you some lip service in exchange for you coming up with an ingenious plan. Did you fulfill your part of the bargain?”

“Yessss,” Ichigo hissed, feeling Byakuya start to play with him through his hakama. He licked his lips and untied his obi, letting it fall to the floor. Byakuya smiled curtly and snatched off Ichigo’s hakama in a fluid motion, making the teen gasp. Byakuya removed his precious scarf, knowing from experience that semen could not be removed from it.

“Mmmm, you look very ready, Kurosaki fukutaicho. Did you touch yourself while you were at school? Like this maybe?” Byakuya teased, stroking Ichigo with a warm hand.

“N-n-no…Kuchiki taicho. I waited for you…saved myself. I wanted you so bad today,” Ichigo moaned, playing along with the formality of the names.

“What did you want me to do, Kurosaki fukutaicho?” Byakuya asked, licking at a sweet drop of precum on the slit. Ichigo jolted and grabbed at the windowsill, breathing hard.

“I want you to suck me…and let me cum on your face.” Byakuya looked up at Ichigo, who was blushing fiercely. It was too cute. He smiled and opened his mouth, taking in the head first. He kept his blue-gray eyes on his lover the whole time, encouraged by the way Ichigo kept whining and panting.

“Ugh, Kuchiki taicho! Your mouth, so hot. Suck me, suck me just like that,” Ichigo moaned, pulling off his haori and pinching his own nipples. Byakuya swallowed some of the precum that was gathering in his mouth and started to take Ichigo in deeper, massaging the boy’s balls. He hummed against the rigid cock, making Ichigo cry for more. He teased him relentlessly, bobbing his head back and forth quickly, only to back off and lick at the shaft and balls, secretly about to cum in his own pants when Ichigo would press the back of his head back on his cock. He was gentle when he guided Byakuya back on him, and the fact that he felt totally in control thrilled him.

Byakuya backed off for a moment and stroked him, looking at him passionately. “Can you see me fully?”

Ichigo nodded.

“Let me know when you are about to cum,” Byakuya said breathlessly before taking him fully in his mouth again, this time determined to suck him to completion. Ichigo arched his back, grinding his ass on the bench. Byakuya ran his tongue up and down the thick length, loving how he had the boy squirming. They didn’t call him head of the Kuchiki clan for no reason.

“Aah, Kuchiki-koi…I feel it! Oh Gods, I’m gonna cum!” Ichigo nearly shouted, looking down at his lover. Byakuya pulled away and angled Ichigo just in time for the boy to see his seed splash over Byakuya’s chin, mouth, and cheek, white rivulets slowly seeping down his face. Some of the cum had even went into his hair. Byakuya was very pleased with himself. Ukitake had told him once that he had given Kyoraku head and that the man accidentally came in his eye, and that he thought he was going to go blind from the pain. After an embarrassing visit to Unohana, Ukitake learned, and told everyone who he thought was even remotely gay to try to keep semen in the range starting from the nostrils down. Byakuya made a mental note to send some umeboshi for the great advice.

Byakuya swallowed what cum landed on his tongue and gave Ichigo a look of pride. Ichigo’s chest heaved from panting, and he had to take a moment to steady himself. Looking at his cum on Byakuya’s face didn’t help either. It was probably one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. He couldn’t believe that the usually stoic man had agreed, and so enthusiastically brought him release.

“You…are…a god,” Ichigo breathed, gathering his haori and leaning down to wipe Byakuya off. “I can’t believe you let me do that to you. That was incredible!”

Byakuya smiled at Ichigo’s soft touch. “You’d do the same for me. Besides, I loved doing that for you. It’s another way for you to claim me and make me yours.”

Ichigo smiled sleepily and sat back, yawning. “Listen, I know I said I’d reveal my ingenious plan to you after I came, but that took a lot out of me. And you also need to go bathe.”

Byakuya grinned. “Say no more. I will go soak, and you can nap. But when I return, I expect to hear a brilliant plan. And if not,” Byakuya licked his finger and pressed the digit to Ichigo’s mouth. The strawberry eagerly licked and sucked the finger, pulling Byakuya’s lips to his. They kissed for a moment, Ichigo tasting the faint saltiness of his seed on his lover’s mouth. Byakuya sucked on Ichigo’s lower lip and pulled away, making the teen groan.

Ichigo smirked and stood, wrapping his arms around Byakuya’s waist. “I think I’ll come with you. I’m suddenly not tired anymore,” He said grinning. Byakuya grinned back. Ichigo thought he was gonna get fucked, but he had another thing coming. The plan to get Shinji and the others involved was integral for his plans…all of them. He unwound Ichigo from his waist and held his hand as they walked to the bathhouse, neither of them noticing Rukia’s open window and her inside taping up her magazine from where Ichigo had ripped it.



A/N: What is Soi-Fon doing? What is Byakuya's ulterior motive? What will be Ichigo's plan? Where will Matsumoto and Zaraki go now? Next chapter will have answers and also some Aizen in it. He tastes like peaches!! ^-^