Different Perspectives

Warning Yaoi(boy x boy) don’t read if you don’t like.



AN: I am really sorry for the delay friends combined with family combined with having to sort this story out had this chapter delayed. This story has decided to take a lot more effort on my part to write than I originally had anticipated. That being said, here is the next chapter. I hope everyone enjoys it and if you see anything that seems off let me know its prolly something that I missed when putting it on paper. Oh and just for the record I changed when Gin said the information would be on Kira’s desk from the next day to by the end of the week cuz there are a few questions I want asked before Izuru gets a hold of the file. Thank you to Yakumo, satterb, and Darkephoenix for the reviews.



Chapter Sixteen



“I think that you should drop this.” stated Kenpachi as Izuru pulled a robe over his naked body. Izuru ignored the statement and limped towards the bath. His body felt drained inside and out. Never in his entire life had he ever met someone that could satisfy him like Kenpachi. The captain forced orgasm after orgasm from Izuru’s body leaving him limp and completely dry. Kenpachi was never satisfied until Izuru was nearly unconscious.



“I think its none of your business.” said Izuru and wanted to slap himself as he heard the word leave his mouth. Kenpachi was off the bed with Izuru pressed against the wall before Izuru even knew what hit him. A large calloused hand gripped Izuru’s neck in a possessive but not painful grip.



“I think you forgot who you belong to.” growled Kenpachi.



“I don’t belong to anyone.” stated Izuru. Kenpachi growled low in his throat. The sound was guttural and sent shivers down Izuru’s spine. Izuru swallowed convulsively.



“Have it your way, little boy…for now. Just remember, I don’t share with others.” purred Kenpachi. He pulled back and released the grip on Izuru’s neck. Not looking back, Kenpachi grabbed his robe from the foot of the bed and shrugged into it before walking towards the door and exiting the room.



Izuru finished cleaning quickly and exited the Eleventh division. Just as he stepped into his office a young girl, new to the division, approached him with a scrap of paper.



“Lieutenant, Captain Ichimaru left this for you. He said you would want it.” she said with a smile, handing Izuru the paper before bowing and exiting the office. The paper was the last know address of one Jun Ebara. Excitement curled in Izuru’s stomach. Perhaps now he could get some closure for his mother and father. Leaving word that he would be out for the day, Izuru headed towards the location on the scrap of paper.



The apartment on the paper turned out to be a rundown building in the middle of a lower middle class district. Chipped paint peeled from the sides and the roof was in dire need of repair. Truthfully, his heart dropped when he saw the building. It was nearly rundown to the point of uninhabitable. The chances that Ebara still lived here were slim. He noticed several children whispering when he approached the building. Shinigami presence in these lower districts was a rare sight. Some people went years before they ever saw the black robed warriors of Soul Society. Renji had told him that shinigami were both reviled and loved, it just depended on the individual. Izuru took a deep breath and stepped forwards.



“I wouldn’t go in there, mister.” said a voice from behind him. Turning Izuru saw an attractive little girl. Her eyes were a deep brown and her hair, blonde streaked red. Kneeling down in front of her, Izuru brought himself to eye level in front of her. Her gaze didn’t waver and Izuru smiled at her.



“Why is that?” he asked with a smile. He knew his smile was one of his more attractive features. His was the type of face that comforted others.



“There is a ghost there. We see him looking out of that curtained window.” she said pointing towards a third floor window.



“How do you know no one lives there?” asked Izuru.



“No one ever comes in or leaves.” she said.



“You’re sure?” he asked. She nodded and pointed to one of her friends.



“Keno tried to be brave and go look inside but the ghost scared him away. So we don’t go in there anymore. If the ghost don’t want us playing there we won’t.”



“Here you go. Thanks for the information. Share with your friends.” said Izuru, handing the little girl a few coins. Perhaps she and her friends could go have some sweets.



“Thanks mister.” she grinned showing two missing front teeth which only served to make her more adorable. Izuru smiled as she raced over to her friends and the group of them tore down the dirt street, more than likely headed for the closest sweet stand.



Izuru made his way through the high weeds and to the ramshackle porch. Pulling open the door, he glanced inside. The inside wasn’t much better. It was obvious that there was little to no traffic that frequented this room. Izuru made his way up the dusty stairs towards the third floor. Glancing at his paper, Izuru walked down the decrypt hallway. Finding the apartment number that matched the last known address, Izuru knocked and prayed that Jun Ebara was still living here. He knocked a few more times. No one answered. With a heavy heart, Izuru turned to leave the building. Its obvious that no one lived there anymore. As he turned, the door swung open and an irate looking man stood in the doorway.



“Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?” asked the gruff voice. Izuru turned to see a tall man with long shaggy black hair and a cut across his cheek that slashed diagonally across his face, bisecting his lips. Izuru could tell that if the man was cleaned up a bit, he would be somewhat attractive. Not beautiful in the classical sense but he held an aura of strength about him that many would find attractive. His clothes were worn but clean and he didn’t look dirty, just unkempt.



The man was sizing up him as well. His eyes took in the uniform and it was obvious that he knew Izuru was a shinigami. The bright green eyes locked on Izuru’s lieutenant badge and stayed there.



“Come in, Lieutenant.” said the man and he turned to enter the apartment. Izuru followed. The apartment itself, though a little rundown, was actually very well kept and clean. It almost didn’t fit with the appearance of the rest of the building.



“Are you Jun Ebara, former sixth seat in Division eleven?” asked Izuru. The man gave a snorted laugh as he moved from the kitchen, a cask of sake and two cups on a tray. He gestured for Izuru to take a seat at the low table in the center of the room. Izuru settled himself and the man did the same.



“I’m Ebara. Though I must say, I find it odd that a shinigami has tracked me down all the way to this dump.” said Jun.



“My name is Izuru Kira, Lieutenant of Division Three.” said Izuru. He waited to see if the name would ring a bell. If its true what they say, Ebara would never forget the name of the case that resulted in his retirement from the thirteen squads. The man made no acknowledgement of the name and Izuru feared he had forgotten. Jun’s green eyes widened.



“You are the boy that survived the massacre of his family.” whispered Jun.



“I am.”



“How did you know where to find me. If Central 46 has my name marked, the shinigami registry will have alerted them of your inquiries. Trust me, you don’t want them to have their eye on you. People disappear if they are involved.” said Jun, his eyes narrowed.



“My Captain pulled some strings.” said Izuru.



“Who’s your captain?” asked Jun.



“Gin Ichimaru.”



Jun had an odd look on his face but said nothing. It wasn’t that he could say anything bad about Ichimaru, it was just that while he had been in the eleventh he had never completely trusted the grinning lieutenant of Sosuke Aizen. There was something about him that rubbed Jun the wrong way. Be that as it may, Jun decided that it was neither here nor there. The past musings were nothing but the past.



“How can I help you? I assume you found the file I left hidden in the Eleventh.” said Jun. Izuru gave him an annoyed look.



“I did and I don’t think I need to tell you that the archive room was a nightmare.” said Izuru with a little laugh. Jun smiled. He knew that if someone really wanted to find that file, they would find it. He had hid it in the nightmare that was Division Eleven records because only the most diligent would even try to sort out that mess. The last thing he needed was Central 46 breathing down his neck.



“You read the file?”



“I did.”



“All the evidence pointed towards your uncle. It would have been very easy to convict on such evidence. However, something bothered me about it. Your uncle was never seen with any unsavory individuals and these type of men would not do jobs based on credit. Your uncle was notorious for going through money faster than a desert soaks up the rain. Plus there was no guarantee that you or your money would placed in his care. So I started looking for other routes. Other explanations.” said Jun. He picked up a slender pipe and lit it. Taking a few puffs before continuing on. Izuru had hoped for hard proof or at least a lead as to where he could find then men that had killed his parents.



“How do you know they were paid assassins?” asked Izuru.



“I don’t, however, your father wasn’t known for flaunting his money. He rarely kept an excessive amount of money on him from what I had discovered. There was probably very little of immense value in the carriage with you. It was an obvious attack on him personally. Another question was why you were left alive. Real bandits would have slit your throat and left your corpse to rot. That made us think it was a paid job. But it was TOO obviously a paid job. You feel me?” he said. Izuru was now understanding why Jun was bothered by this case. Something felt wrong about it. Something was missing. Izuru nodded to the question and Jun continued.



“Central 46 didn’t take to kindly to me snooping around in other areas. I received a warning that I should close the case fast. Fast meant I should declare your uncle the conspirator. Well, if you know me, you know I don’t take kindly to warnings. So, I kept looking in other areas but I kept quiet about it. I didn’t make waves. But THEY knew. I received official notice that the case was closed and that it was to be ruled a random act of bandits. That didn’t sit too well with me. I hid a duplicate folder in the Eleventh and I turned in my resignation. Needless to say, my captain wasn’t too pleased to lose his sixth seat. How is the captain by the way?” asked Jun.



“He was defeated in battle by the current Captain. Division Eleven is run by Captain Kenpachi Zaraki now.” answered Izuru. A flash of hurt went across Jun’s face. He poured another cup of sake and saluted his captain.



“It’s the way he would have wanted it. To die in an honorable battle.” said Jun.



“Is there nothing more you can tell me? What about the men that did the actual killing?” asked Izuru almost desperately. Searching for any lead that would direct him in the direction that he should go next.



“We never found them. We scoured the surrounding districts but never found hide nor hair of anyone that matched the description given by the citizens that witnessed the disturbance in town.” answered Jun.



Izuru sighed. This visit only left him with more questions and not nearly enough answers. Was it truly his uncle that paid the marauders? Was Central 46 involved and why? So many more questions than answers. It was frustrating to have the truth waved in his face just to be snatched away again. Slamming his hand on the table, Izuru watched as the sake bottle tittered before settling once again.



“Hey kid, you should leave the past in the past. There is only hurt and possibly other things you wouldn’t like there. If Central 46 doesn’t want something found its not found. Why do you think I’ve stayed hidden in this dump. Its safe. As long as they don’t think I’m a threat I’m safe. You don’t mess with those guys.” said Jun, patting Izuru on the shoulder. Izuru nodded and stood.



“Thank you for talking with me, Ebara-san.” said Izuru.



“Sorry I couldn’t help you more, kid.” said Jun. Izuru smiled sadly and bowed once more before making his way out of the apartment and towards home. It was a long run but it seemed short with all the questions that were spinning through Izuru’s head.



Deciding that he would go to his apartment for a few hours, Izuru opened the door and made his way into the small living room. Settling on the sofa, Izuru closed his eyes and felt tears well up. It had been a very long time since he had cried for the loss of his family. It had been a long time since the nightmare that had lasted over a year during his stay with his uncle. A knock on his door brought him back to the present and out of the past. Ebara had been right. There was nothing good in the past. Wiping the tears from his face, Izuru answered the door.



“Izuru? What happened? What’s wrong?” asked Shuuhei from the door. Izuru shook his head. Sadness radiated off of him like heat. Shuuhei pulled his friend into his arms. His lips kissed away the tears that had welled up once again in deep blue eyes. Izuru stepped back and allowed Shuuhei to pull him towards the sofa. Shuuhei settled on the sofa and pulled Izuru into his arms once again.



“Shuu…” sighed Izuru as he laid his head on the warm chest. His warm hands rubbed Izuru’s back. Shuuhei tilted Izuru’s face towards his and sealed their lips together. Izuru moaned when Shuuhei sucked on his upper lip before diving between them with his tongue. One of the hands rubbing his back slipped in front to rub over hard nipples through the uniform material. Izuru gasped and pushed against Shuuhei. He needed this but for some reason he didn’t want it from Shuuhei.



“I…can’t” whimpered Izuru. Shuuhei bit down on Izuru’s lower lip hard, almost drawing blood.



“Why? You need this. Let me help you.” purred Shuuhei. Before Izuru could answer, a pounding on the door gave him the necessary distraction to pull himself away. Rushing towards the door, Izuru opened it to find Kenpachi standing there. Izuru’s eyes widened.



Kenpachi’s eye’s narrowed as he took in the pink cheeks and swollen lips. Lips that had obviously just been kissed. A growl erupted from his chest and he stormed past a surprised Izuru and into the apartment. Shuuhei didn’t stand a chance as a large hand pulled him to his feet from the sofa and another fist plowed directly into his cheek. He grunted at the pain. Another fist came fast, slamming into his jaw with a sickening crack.



“What the fuck?!” screamed Shuuhei, as he tried to dodge the fists of Kenpachi.



“Kenpachi… STOP.” cried Izuru.



“You fucking piece of shit. Did you think you could touch what was mine and not pay the price?” growled Kenpachi. Shuuhei groaned when the fist punched hard into his solar plexus.



“Kenpachi, he didn’t know. Please stop.” said Izuru, his long slender fingers curling around Kenpachi’s wrist. Kenpachi eyed the boy he held in his grip and the looked into the terrified eyes of his lover. Dropping Shuuhei, Kenpachi wrapped his hands around Izuru’s upper arms and pulled him up until they were eye to eye.



“Did you want him?” Kenpachi asked, his eyes deadly serious. There was something a little wild in Kenpachi’s eyes that drew Izuru like a moth to the flame.



“No.” whispered Izuru as he shook his head to make sure he was understood.



“Good, because you belong to me…Say it!” growled Kenpachi. Izuru shook his head and Kenpachi closed the distance between the two and ground their lips together. Izuru moaned at the taste of Kenpachi. He was spicy with a hint of mint. It was the most addicting flavor he had ever had across his tongue. He might deny it but there was no doubt to whom he belonged. He didn’t want to belong to anyone other than Kenpachi. Kenpachi’s tongue dominated, pushing hard and firmly, tasting every hidden crevice in Izuru’s mouth. Izuru responded in force. Soon their tongues were dueling a dance that was precursor to what would come.



“Say it.” growled Kenpachi, after he lifted his lips. Izuru whimpered at the loss. Kenpachi grabbed Izuru’s chin and forced him to look him in the eye.



“Say it.” he commanded.



“I…belong…to you.” whimpered Izuru. Kenpachi snarled and once again, Izuru’s lips were covered by warmth and the spicy taste was returned. Izuru wrapped his arms around Kenpachi’s neck. Kenpachi pulled his lover close and ground their hips together. Izuru melted into his arms. The commanding presence that Kenpachi exuded was overwhelming.



“Boy…you are lucky that Izuru would cry if you died.” growled Kenpachi at Shuuhei who was still sitting on the ground where Kenpachi had dropped him. Shuuhei looked at Kenpachi like he was mad. And he probably would be considered so by many others. Kenpachi was fiercely protective of what was his. Shuuhei was indeed lucky that day.



“Now lets go home so you can have your punishment.” growled Kenpachi in Izuru’s ear. Izuru whimpered. He knew he would definitely be feeling it tomorrow. Taking Izuru by the arm, Kenpachi escorted Izuru from his apartment and towards Division Eleven. Shuuhei stayed where he was for a long time. He muttered under his breath as he made his way towards Division Four to be healed.



TBC~