The Broken Souls of the Seireitei

A/N: Had a brief hiatus, and to make up for it, here is the WHOLE chapter. I hope you all love it. My Edy's Mint Chocolate Chip and Brownie ice cream is melting, so it's time to go to bed.



“So didja have a good time tonight?” Zaraki’s question came at a slightly odd time. He and Matsumoto were idly strolling back into the Seireitei, one of her arms looped around his. It was strange feeling her weight on the side of him, as opposed to on him, which is what he would have preferred. Not only in the bedroom sense, but it made him feel more wanted when he was carrying someone on his shoulder. He was used to it with Yachiru, but understood Matsumoto wasn’t nearly as pampered as Yachiru was. Not yet, anyways.

Matsumoto paused in the road and pulled at Zaraki’s sleeve, making him stop. “Yes. I had a wonderful time with you, Kenpachi.” Her crystal eyes glittered in the moonlight and Zaraki fought a blush. He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. Matsumoto grinned and resumed walking with him, this time putting an arm around his waist. He looked down at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed, a little too hard, making her stumble but laugh when he caught her.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t that just cute? Rangiku gets lit as always, and here you are scooping her drunk ass up. Can you take your drunken reverie elsewhere? Others don’t give a damn.” They looked up and groaned to see where they were. Of course, they were standing dead in the middle of the 4th division with the next to head bitch, Isane, staring at them like they were a dog that had just pooed on her best kimono. It was a necessary evil though, because to get to the 5th division, you had to go through the 4th first.

Matsumoto stopped laughing and looked at Isane and then Zaraki. “I don’t want any dramatics,” She said quietly.

“Me neither.” He turned fully and walked to the edge of the steps, smiling when he saw Isane back away. “Not that I owe you an explanation, but she’s not drunk. Neither am I.”

Isane laughed cruelly. “You, not drunk? You are the biggest alcoholic I know, next to Kyoraku taicho.”

Zaraki returned the cruel laugh, making Isane shiver. “Being drunk is a prerequisite to dealing with you,” He retorted, making her smile fall. She folded her arms under her chest and leaned against a pillar on the porch.

“My, what large words you use! Maybe you aren’t a total idiot.”

“Me an idiot? I dumped you, remember? I’m a regular genius around here,” He jabbed, making Isane’s eyes water.

“You didn’t dump me, I left!”

Zaraki turned away and started towards Matsumoto. “Speaking of ‘I left’, it’s about time I LEFT!!” He offered his arm back to Matsumoto who paused, but then wrapped her arm around his inviting heat. They walked away, leaving Isane to mope.
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“You sure are quiet all of a sudden. For awhile I was wondering if you would ever shut up,” Zaraki kidded, ducking his head when Matsumoto shot him an ugly look. They paused in front of Aizen’s old house, finally at the 5th division.

“Why do you let her bother you so much?”

Zaraki looked down at Matsumoto, who was toeing a rock on the ground. He sighed. So that’s why she had been quiet.

“I never pegged you to be self conscious, Rangiku.” He was slightly taken aback by the fierceness in her eyes when she raised her head.

“Don’t you dare make that about me. If anyone is self conscious, it’s you.”

He licked his teeth and grinned at her. “I indulge Kotetsu fukutaicho for sheer amusement. That is all.” Wrong answer.

“So you act like a dickhead just to get your rocks off? Ichimaru much?” She muttered, and then nearly shrieked when Zaraki firmly grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her toward him.

“Don’t compare me to him.”

“Don’t act like him.” Strong hands were shrugged off.

“I never back down from a fight, physical or otherwise. Does that sound better?” Zaraki asked in a testy voice. “It’s almost like I can’t help myself. But that’s as far as it goes. I don’t want her.” His voice was strong, reassuring. Matsumoto relaxed and sighed.

“Would you like to come inside?”

Zaraki stared at her. “Of you, sure.”

Matsumoto sneered at him. Two can play this. She walked a few steps closer to him and pulled at his haori, making him bend a bit. When his lips were close enough, she crushed her mouth against his in an almost brutal kiss, intentionally biting his lip hard enough to make it bleed. She ground her body into his and rubbed her tongue against his, making him moan. As soon as his arms encircled her, she shoved him hard away, making his back hit a nearby pole. He was panting, licking the blood off of his lip and watched her hungrily as she strode past him to go inside of the house. He turned to follow, and then paused at the little black butterfly that fluttered down onto his finger. As soon as he heard the voice and first word from the sender, he closed his palm over the butterfly, crushing it. He dusted his hands off and stepped into Matsumoto’s house, more important things on his mind than the unheard message.
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Ichigo walked cautiously to the warehouse, his jeans itching him. Kon had used the wrong detergent yet again, and not only were Ichigo’s clothes itchy, but also seemed to be a little bit too small. Kon still did not comprehend the simple act of washing clothes, and that not everything belongs in the dryer on full heat for five hours at a time. He rolled his shoulders and pushed open the warehouse door, stepping inside.

“Berry-tan!”

Ichigo grimaced when he saw Mashiro bounce over toward him. She paused a few steps before reaching him and frowned.

“Shin-kun! Berry-tan is full blown!”

Ichigo’s frown deepened. ‘Full blown? What am I, AIDS?

Shinji hopped off a ledge down beside Ichigo, making him jump a little. “Kuna-kun is right. Are you a full fledged shinigami now?” Ichigo sighed at the disappointment in Shinji’s voice. He knew how the former taicho had wanted so badly for him to become an official vizard and join their group. He scratched his orange hair and sighed. Shinji sniffed, frowned, and then gagged.

“Shin-san, what’s wrong?!” Hachigen tumbled over, grabbing at Shinji. Shinji gasped and fell on the ground, clutching his chest.

“Whad’ya do t’him?” Hiyori screamed, preparing to hit Ichigo with her sandal.

“Stench…of…Kuchiki…all over…Ichigo’s mouth,” Shinji garbled, clutching at his throat. Ichigo glared at him. “Get up,” He snapped, grabbing at a thin shoulder and yanking.

“Hey, hey, I just bought this! Handle the threads with care, ok?!” Shinji yelled, making sure Ichigo hadn’t ripped his jacket. He straightened his tie out and grinned at the teen, receiving a dour expression in return.

“So, I’m sure you didn’t come here to get congratulations on becoming an official shinigami, or to rub your relationship with Kuchiki Byakuya in our faces. So what- DYAHH!!” Shinji yelled when Lisa shoved him out of the way.

“You…you’re sleeping with Kuchiki Byakuya?” Her eyes were glossy and bright, and she clasped a sweaty Josei manga in her fingers anxiously. Ichigo turned away slightly and nodded, knowing some weirdly perverse question was about to be presented to him.

“Oh, oh, wait, wait. Let me find the page…there! Do you do that?” Lisa asked loudly, opening the manga and pointing at an explicit sexual position. Ichigo turned beet red. Love looked over Lisa’s shoulder and grinned at Ichigo.

“He turned red, so that must mean yes,” He said smugly, picking at his afro. Ichigo shot him a dirty look. Lisa stared at him wantonly. “You gotta tell me about it, please Ichi, please!” She yelled, pushing at Kensei, who was trying to drag her away. Shinji sat up, slightly dazed. He shook his head and stood, walking back over to Ichigo.

“Ok. As I was saying, what is it that you want? Plainly put, what the fuck are you doing here?” He asked, his white teeth gleaming menacingly. Ichigo smirked at the show, but sobered upon remembering the true reason. He sat down Indian style, and motioned for Lisa and Hiyori to come over.

“Yesss…he’s gonna tell me about him and Kuchiki-san,” Lisa whispered excitedly, making Hiyori roll her eyes. “Get real, like he came all the way here just to tell you how he makes Kuchiki ‘bend it like Beckham’.”

“Hey, everyone shut up. Or just you two,” Shinji said to the girls, grimacing after Hiyori’s sandal bounced off his cheek.

Ichigo sighed and turned to the other Vizards. “I guess everyone come over here, I have an announcement of sorts.” The others walked over and sat or stood around Ichigo, and all of them were shocked to see a few tears fall from his eyes. Ichigo sighed and looked toward the ceiling, biting his lower lip. He nodded at the tissue Hachigen handed him, giving the large man a brief smile.

“Ichigo, please tell us what is wrong,” Rose said in a soft voice, snatching a different Josei manga from Love’s hands and throwing it. “Pay attention!” He snapped at the man and then turned back to Ichigo, his face sympathetic. Something bad had to be wrong to make the usually cocky teen show them how he was shattered.

“You all know Kurotsuchi taicho, correct?” The grimaces and sneers confirmed it. “Well, for some reason only known to himself, he decided to rape and beat his fukutaicho into a coma.” They all gasped and Hiyori looked especially frightened. She pushed down both the bile in her throat and also the memories of when Mayuri tried to proposition her, telling her he’d like to dissect her pussy-and then eat it! She cringed from the memory.

“That’s terrible! But what does Berry-tan want us to do about it?” Mashiro asked as if Ichigo wasn’t there for her to ask directly.

“Shut up so he can tell us,” Shinji snapped, a bit tired of the green haired wonder. Mashiro frowned and ‘hmphed’, flopping down in a nearby chair.

Ichigo sighed and rubbed his face. “This is the thing. Byakuya and I-” He glared at Lisa when she chuckled, “And Matsumoto and Zaraki all went to see Urahara-san. He said he would kill Kurotsuchi.” He paused to gage reactions. So far so good.

Love raised his hand. “This is a very intriguing story, but, and not to sound rude, why should I…we care? We are as far removed from the Seireitei as one could be.” The others murmured in agreement, casting looks over at Shinji, who was staring out of the opened door, eyes narrowed. Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck.

“The thing is, Kurotsuchi fukutaicho is dating Ishida-kun.”

“The Quincy?” Hachigen asked, worry in his voice.

Ichigo nodded.

“Oh…oh no,” Hachigen said, his eyes sympathetic. Ichigo always appreciated Hachigen, because through his empathy, he already seemed to understand where he was coming from. He nodded gratefully at the larger man, happy that so far, at least one of them understood.

Hiyori watched the exchange. “I don’ get it. Why does Kisuke need to fight Kurotsuchi?”

“How could Ishida-kun possibly storm the Seireitei and defeat everyone?” Ichigo asked, his hands open.

Shinji turned and smiled at him. “You did.”

Ichigo nodded. “Point taken. But lets say he does that. Lets say he defeats Kurotsuchi. Do you really think Yamamoto would allow a Quincy to take over one of his divisions? He’d kill him before he put the captain’s robe on.”

“So with Urahara fighting instead of the Quincy, you attempt to kill two birds with one stone, right?” Rose asked, smiling at such a well thought out plan. Ichigo nodded. “Byakuya suggested for me to ask Urahara-san to fight in place of Ishida-kun, and that given the circumstances that Urahara was the lesser of two evils.” Ichigo looked at the smirk that appeared on Shinji’s face.

“Sorry, it’s just you said something funny there,” Shinji said darkly, making Hiyori nod.

“Alright, so a recap just to make sure we all understand, Evil Clown Guy raped and beat his fukutaicho, and Hat and Clogs is gonna go to the Thunderdome to open up a can of beans and whoop ass, right?” Love asked, still picking his afro.

“In so many words, yes.”

“So where do we come in, do we get to watch or something?” Mashiro asked, picking her nose absently.

Ok, here comes the hard part. Ichigo fidgeted and looked at Hiyori and Lisa. “Urahara had a condition. Once he defeats and kills Kurotsuchi, the division will go back to him. And…he wants you two to join him.”

Lisa looked stumped. “Join him? Where?”

Ichigo stared at her. “In the Seireitei.”

Hiyori jumped up. “OH HELL NO!!!” She screamed, thwacking Ichigo hard in the head with her shoe.

“That wasn’t necessary,” Kensei muttered, seeing the anger on Ichigo’s face. The teen shook it off and glared at her. “Please, Hiyori. If you and Lisa don’t come back, then Urahara won’t do it, and Kurotsuchi goes unpunished.”

“Unpunished? What do you mean?” Rose asked, casting a wary eye at Hiyori.

“It means that he won’t be punished, duh!” Mashiro said, opting to be quiet after Rose stared at her for a moment.

“What I meant for those in the room who have a sub-par intelligence level, is why is he going to go unpunished? I take it Yamamoto knows what he did.”

Ichigo nodded silently, his head bent. Rose clicked his tongue and looked at Lisa, who shifted uncomfortably.

“I don’t know why he decided not to do anything. Maybe if he had seen her he would have.”

“Did you see her?” They turned to look at Hiyori, who clearly was disturbed by the news.

“No,” Ichigo said softly. “But Zaraki did. He and Matsumoto were the ones who brought her to the 4th. He said,” Ichigo’s voice hitched, and he took a breath to steady his voice. “He said that when he picked her up, it was almost like her guts fell out. He said there was blood, so much blood. And Mayuri did nasty things to her. She was covered in his waste when they found her.”

“Kami-sama,” Hachigen murmured, nearly on the verge of tears for the poor child.

“So please Lisa. Please Hiyori. Come back so that Urahara can avenge Nemu. Please,” Ichigo whispered.

Hiyori would not be swayed just by words. “What about when we pleaded with you to join us? What about that?” She asked angrily, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why did you go join them?”

Ichigo looked at her. “I had to! How else will Aizen be defeated?”

“You could have defeated Aizen with us.” Hiyori paced angrily, her sandals clacking against the floor.

“You all owe Urahara one. He created the untraceable gigai for you all once the Hogyoku didn’t restore you.”

Shinji crossed the room quickly and grabbed Ichigo by the collar, holding him up off the ground. “Don’t assume too much, boy!” He snapped, dropping Ichigo in a heap onto the ground. “That was nothing more than guilt over what his lover did to us,” Shinji snapped, his anger dangerously reaching the boiling point. Ichigo gave him a dirty look.

“Who told you about that anyway?” Shinji asked, taking off his paperboy hat and scratching his scalp moodily.

“I overheard Byakuya and Urahara-san talking. It doesn’t matter, especially if Lisa and Hiyori won’t agree.” He looked over at them imploringly. “So will you? Will both of you come back?”

Lisa grimaced. “You don’t know what they did to us, Ichigo. We were going to be executed for something we had no control over! Who’s not to say that this is a trap, and once we set foot back in the Seireitei that we will be carried off to the Sokyoku?”

“I have no reason to help Yamamoto settle old business.” Ichigo’s voice was sound, and Love, Rose, and Hachigen all nodded. “Besides, I am technically a Vizard also. Not to say he is accepting me, but perhaps my father has something to do with that. He rejoined also. And my two sisters are in shinigami training. So see, we all have had to make sacrifices.” Ichigo stood, giving them a small smile.

“Thanks for listening anyways. On to plan ‘B’, whatever that is.” He walked to the door and pushed it open with a gusty sigh.

“Ichigo.” He turned to see Hiyori standing closer to him. “When?”

The teen visibly relaxed. “Day after tomorrow. Urahara requested time to train.”

Hiyori looked at Lisa, who nodded. “Fine. Day after tomorrow we will all go to the Seireitei. And if anything is off, I swear I’ll make you wish you were dead.” Her blue eyes flashed, and Ichigo nodded his understanding. He walked over to her and briefly embraced her, chuckling when she shoved him away. He hugged Lisa next, giving her a kiss on her neck.

“I promise that if all this goes down as planned, I’ll let you watch me and Byakuya sometime.” Lisa’s face lit up. “Really?!!” He nodded. Satisfied, she sat back down, excited by the mental pictures that were running through her head. Ichigo nodded at the rest of them before walking out of the warehouse, and once he was a considerable distance away, he collapsed on the ground, his emotions momentarily overtaking him. He cried and vomited, and once everything was out of him, he headed to Chad’s apartment to check on Uryuu and update him on recent events.
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“Would you care for a drink?” Matsumoto asked, a smile on her face. She and Zaraki had been circling each other ever since they walked into the door, playing a sort of cat and mouse game together.

“No. I’m thirsty, but I don’t want to drink.” His steps were slow, deliberate, and matched hers. She laughed sensually, and the sound made him lick his lips.

“That’s quite a paradox you have on your hands there.” She laughed even harder when Zaraki briefly checked his hands. He smiled at her, and the expression made her eyes flutter.

“I know what you meant. And you know what I meant. The only thing that can quench this thirst is right across the room from me. Moving. Sinuating. Undulating.” Their movements still matched each other, though the circle of movement was closing in, and they were nearly an arms length from each other.

“Undulating…yare, yare. What a sensuous and erotic word. Do you like me undulating for you, Kenpachi?” Matsumoto asked, feeling sexier in that moment, fully clothed, not touching him, than she ever had in her whole life. He nodded, watching the movement of her hips and ass as they circled each other.

“I’d rather you undulate on me, Matsumoto-san.”

She giggled, still pacing around the room, but a bit shakily after that last comment.

“Are you getting dizzy, Matsumoto-san?”

“Yes. I was dizzy from the first time you kissed me, Zaraki-san.”

“Do you want me, Matsumoto-san?” His words were barely a whisper, his smooth chest gleaming from the nearby light. She continued to stalk him, her eyes almost cat-like in the dim setting. The tension was building between them rather nicely, and both of them were getting excited.

“What if I said I just wanted you to hold me tonight? What if I said you couldn’t fuck me?” Matsumoto asked, her eyes locked onto Zaraki’s. He laughed again, low and harmonious.

“The same goes for you. No touching below the belt. And I wasn’t going to fuck you tonight anyway.”

That threw her. “You weren’t?” Her voice was small and lost some of it’s former confidence.

“No. I was going to make love to you.” With those words, he closed the space and lifted her into his arms, pinning her back against a wall. There they remained for a few moments, her legs wrapped around him, back against the wall, with his strong hands gripping her hips. She could feel the heat from his erection between her legs, and moaned loudly when he thrusted against her. He licked the shell of her ear and kissed down to her neck, somehow hardening against her when she moaned his name in his ear.

“Please, Kenpachi. Please mmmm-” She drowned in the heat of his kiss, her body on fire when their tongues touched. He inched her away from the wall, but she broke the kiss and stared at him. “No. Here. I want you right now.”

“Now?”

“Now, Kenpachi. Now,” She growled, ripping his haori open. He followed suit, and soon both of them were naked and panting, kissing feverishly. He nipped at her neck gently before moving to her heaving bosom. He played with a nipple before she growled again, reaching for his cock.

“I need this, you, now! Please,” She implored, wriggling against him. Zaraki clicked his tongue in disappointment, but did what she asked. He positioned his length at her soaked lips, teasing her clit with the engorged head. She rolled her hips expertly, and moaned feeling the head inside of her. He pushed and groaned at her tightness. He didn’t know if it had been her lack of partner since Gin had left, or if she just had a tight pussy, but he nearly came once he was inside her. She was the perfect fit, and aside from his own hand, had never had something so snug around him. Fucking Isane was like sticking his dick in a cup of lukewarm tea. He groaned again and started thrusting, watching her breasts bounce against his chest. The bells on his hair jingled almost comically, and it was really just moments before they both came, Matsumoto yelling his name loudly. He separated himself from her and gently placed her on the ground, embarrassed and unsatisfied.

Matsumoto smiled at him and once steady, took his hand and led him to the bathroom. She quietly and thoroughly washed both of them, carefully removing each bell from his hair and setting them on a nearby countertop. She removed his eye patch and poured water over his head, the spikes seemingly dissolving into long, inky black hair.

“Rangiku, I-” He started, but was cut off by more water being poured on his head.

“I told you, Kenpachi. I needed that right then. Sometimes I’m selfish. If you want to leave after this, I understand. But I was hoping to play with you all night. Besides, you haven‘t made love to me yet.”

His mouth dropped open in surprise. Then it curved into a smile. “I sure haven’t. But I will,” He said, bending down to kiss her. The kiss was steamy, loving, passionate, and demanding all in one swoop. They somehow managed to get to her bed, and lay down on it, their bodies still pressed against each other, steam wafting off.

He kissed her breasts, rolling a hardened pink nipple around his tongue. He closed his mouth over the breast and happily sucked like a child getting drops of sweet milk. He moaned when he felt her fingers massage their way through his hair, and loved when she took his hand that he placed on her stomach and brought it to her other breast. He took his time fondling her chest, completely mesmerized by the sounds she made at the back of her throat. He kissed down her stomach, and for the briefest of moments wondered what it would be like if he had a child growing strong inside of her. That thought fueled his passion more, and he circled his tongue around her belly button before moving down to her newly wet pussy. The lips were noticeably swollen, and he placed a finger inside of her while he sucked at her clit.

“Ohhhh…right there, yes honey, there!” Matsumoto encouraged, grinding herself against Zaraki’s mouth. He alternated his licks between slow and light with fast and hard, her body rocking against him. He placed one of her long legs over his shoulder, and stabbed his tongue as deep as it would go inside of her.

“AAAHHH!” She screamed, her orgasm overtaking her before either of them expected. Zaraki swallowed the small amount of fluid dripping from her before kissing one of her thighs lovingly. Her eyes were hazy, and she beckoned for him to come close. Once their faces met, she kissed him deep and slow, showing her appreciation for what he did for her.

“I want you so much,” He whispered, combing fingers through her wet hair. She nodded and kissed his cheeks, nose, chin, and then his lips, pulling him down on her. She could feel the tip of his erection against one of her legs, the wet head dripping precum on her. She reached between them and pulled at him gently, guiding him to her heat. He chuckled in their kiss and grasped his dick, teasing her entrance with it. He wiggled the head against her clit, making her moan wildly. She licked her lips and gave him a lustful glare, and he watched her face as he entered her fully, slowly, loving how she arched her back at being so pleasantly stretched. She pressed her breasts against his chest, running her hands over his upper body lightly, making him almost purr in content.

He moved within her silk almost like he was a part of her body, their movements quickly and easily catching a rhythm. He switched their position, rolling over so that Matsumoto was on top and he could rub her chest and stomach while she rode him. She gyrated her hips at a maddening pace, and momentarily he regretted giving her the dominant role. She went up, almost standing in the bed, only to come back down, making both of them moan loudly. She started riding him faster and harder, his eyes first on her bouncing breasts, and then on her face. Her beautiful face. Gods, she was gorgeous. Her hair was over her face, and he could see how she was biting on her lower lip and how red and swollen it was becoming. He grabbed her hips and rolled her back over, assuming dominance.

“Is my pussy good to you, Baby?” She panted, making him sigh wantonly.

“You know it is. How that cock in ya? Is it the best you’ve ever had?” He whispered harshly into her ear, licking it again.

“Uggh yes!”

“Mmmm, that’s what I want to hear. Say my name, tell me who this belongs to! Say it!” He thundered, speeding up his thrusts.

“Ungh! Zaraki! It’s yours! All yours!”

He backed up and held her legs in a V position, hammering into her hard. “Fuck yeah it’s mine! And this big thick cock is yours, whenever however you want it! You want this cock, Baby? Huh? Say it, say you do!”

Matsumoto was in heaven and somehow hell all at the same time. Zaraki’s actions, his words were driving her insane. She looked at him, and was almost scared by the intense, frenzied look on his face. But he wasn’t like Gin, just fucking her long enough to cum and then roll off to go visit one of his other lovers. He was holding back his orgasm, and Matsumoto was infinitely grateful. She wanted this to last.

“I love it, I love how you feel inside of me!”

In the back of Zaraki’s mind, that little voice, the one that wished for her to be pregnant with his baby also whispered to him that one day she was going to say ‘I love you’ to him, and he smiled behind that thought.

“Oh Ran, I wanna cum for you, so bad! But I want you to cum for me first,” He moaned, reaching down to play with her breasts again. She closed her eyes and started to grind against him, not even realizing she had opened her mouth and started moaning, the sound getting louder with each thrust.

“Ahh! Right there, right there, oh Kenpachi, I’m cumming for you!” She nearly screamed, digging her fingernails into his arms. He growled and pulled her in his arms, thrusting a few more times before she felt that searing hot heat splash inside of her. He thrust a few more times into her before she fell backwards onto the bed, sweaty but sated. Zaraki disengaged himself from her and lay beside her, closing his eyes when he felt her arms go around him.

He kissed her hair and forehead before cradling her carefully in his arms. He waited until she was lightly snoring and then pulled the covers over them, watching her sleep. For the first time possibly in his entire life, he felt peace. Silence. Love. He stared at her sleeping until his fatigue overcame him, and there they lay until Yumichika found them the next morning, happily entwined in each other. Instead of waking them, Yumichika did all the paperwork with a silly grin on his face, happy for both of them.
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Ichigo and Chad looked at Uryuu, who was still sleeping. Ichigo had briefed Chad on his meeting with the Vizards, and after a drink of Sangria and a change into slightly bigger clothes, Ichigo had felt much better. Chad placed a warm hand on the shinigami shoulder.

“You carry so much on you, Ichigo. You’re too young for all the stress.”

Ichigo chuckled. “Tell me about it.”

“Any change in Kurotsuchi-san?”

Ichigo shrugged. “I’m not sure. Last I heard she was still in a coma.” Chad frowned and shook his head. “If I had the power, I would love to go snap that bastard’s neck.” He stretched out on the couch, putting his feet in Ichigo’s lap.

“Yeah, you’re a good amigo. Listen, I didn’t come to stay. Just to check in; I’ve got to get back to my desperate housewife.” Chad chuckled at the reference to Byakuya.

“You really like Kuchiki taicho, huh?” Ichigo reddened and Chad grinned. “You don’t have to kiss and tell. Just do me a favor. Give this to my desperate housewife when you next see her.” Chad stood and went into one of his rooms and emerged with a long white envelope.

“What’s this?” Ichigo asked, examining it.

“Una carta de amor,” He said, smiling. “Try it sometime. Chicks love ‘em, and I guess depending on who the chick is in your relationship…” He trailed off, laughing. Ichigo frowned and punched at his arm. “Yeah, fuck you too. I’ll be back tomorrow. When he wakes, let him know everything is under control.”

Chad nodded as Ichigo opened the portal to go back to the Seireitei. Once the orange haired teen left, he walked over and peered in at Uryuu, whose eyes were still closed.

“It will all be alright soon, my friend. Very soon.” Chad closed the door, never noticing that Uryuu’s eyes were wide open. The Quincy helplessly clutched the sheets, tears misting in his eyes.

“Thank you, Kurosaki Ichigo. Thank you,” Uryuu whispered before the sedative beckoned him back to unconsciousness again.




A/N:Hmmm...how was it? (I'm such a feedback whore) And that hell butterfly Zaraki received was from Isane, but we will never know what it said, eh? :D

Special thanks to those that have reviewed, I appreciate your thoughts and well wishes. I wrote that sticky part for you all... =)