The Broken Souls of the Seireitei

A/N: What's up ya'll? My birthday is on Monday!!! Twenty Fuckin Five in the hizouse!!!! I was extremely moody and decided to write a lil filler, but after this I simply HAVE to work on my Inuyasha story. This filler is weird, and most of you will be like 0_o after you read it, but I feel like I'm not bringing the angst like I should. And this will be sad, because you know what is gonna be happening shortly. Anyway, I probably won't be back till after my birthday, so enjoy, and I will have another update soon. Thanks for reading.


Unohana folded her hands and looked at Nemu. The girl floated in and out of consciousness, and between her and looking after Karin, the captain was honestly spent. Isshin had come in during the night holding his small daughter, and explained that Omaeda had “mashed the shit out of her” was the man’s words; and needed medical attention. She had to admit that after she gave Yuzu a sedative that she was very proud that the girl sensed her sister and father’s reiatsu, so quickly and completely. She tore out of her quarters and nearly knocked her father over when she saw her twin holding her side, softly crying. Yuzu stayed by Karin’s side, and while distracted, Unohana pierced her neck with a needle, and caught her before she fell. She easily picked her up and handed her to her father, who carried her off to her quarters.

“Nooooo….noooooo….NO!” Nemu screamed, flailing her arms. Being stronger than she looked, Unohana held on to Nemu as gently as she could, while strapping her back down to the bed. She hated to restrain her, but she had learned unfortunately from prior experience that it was best to restrain those that were prone to fits like the one Nemu was having. Several times captains coming back from wars would need to be admitted for rest, and dreams have a nasty way of catching up to you. More than once she had been hit by someone having a nightmare. Kyoraku had apologized, but she still had a scar from where he scratched her on the throat.

Unohana tried to soothe the girl and once Nemu’s arm was straight, she pricked her, and watched at the girl slowed her movements. She kept her eyes averted, not trusting herself to look up.

“Leave.”

The voice was eerily calm. “I cannot.”

“Leave. NOW.”

“She belongs to me, Retsu. Are you so far removed that you don’t remember what that is like?” The smugness in his voice faded when Unohana flashed beneath him, holding a scalpel to his throat.

“You disgusting, vile, despicable-”

“You hate me, Retsu. But you hate yourself even more. You know exactly why I did to her what I did.” His breath smelled pleasantly of chamomile, and the warmth of his body made her knees quiver.

“I’m not to blame.” The scalpel pressed harder to his throat.

“You are, my love. She isn’t you. And you don’t want me…do you, Retsu? Do you, my beautiful bellflower?” His lips touched the top of her hair, and she let out a pained sob.

“Those who grieve are loved…is that not your division’s motto? I grieve for you, Retsu. Every day,” He whispered, his arms slowly encasing her, “And every night. I grieve for you, so love me. Love me,” He said, leaning in to kiss her.

Her resolve broke. The scalpel clattered to the floor and she allowed Mayuri’s lips to descend on hers. She clutched at his sleeves, half fighting him, half undressing him. That crazy bastard was intoxicating, the glare from his red altered eyes piercing her deeply. As sick he was, as mean and hateful as he was, she wanted him. He was the only man that could make her come. It started off as him being sent to the 4th division as a punishment from Urahara for mouthing off to Hiyori, but he found himself enjoying being around the pretty captain. She was the only woman that he didn’t wonder about what she would look like dismembered on an operating table. She had made the first move on him, in a very innocent move. She had asked him to take his mask off, and gasped when she saw him.

‘You’re beautiful,’ Were her words to him. She touched his face, his short blackish-blue hair, and from the moment they kissed, he was hers. Of course, with her being a captain, she was automatically a tease, and their sordid affair didn’t last long. Over the years, there was a stolen kiss here, or a casual fuck there, but less and less over time. And it seemed the longer he went without her, the crazier he got. And then with the whole debacle of Urahara being exiled, he was promoted and was on equal footing. Sort of. He had known of her other lovers, even killed a few out of spite. She was just as sick as he was, he reasoned. He knew she got off sometimes on how possessive he was. One particularly steamy night after he had murdered one of her suitors, she came to him, wet with need and desire. Oh, he made such tender love to her that night, only for her to say she never wanted to see him that way again. He tried for a few weeks to change her mind, but once he couldn’t, he created Nemu. And that’s when things got truly complex.

“Stop,” Unohana whispered, kissing Mayuri again. He man chuckled and turned around, pressing her against the door. He cast a fleeting look at Nemu, who was surely unconscious still.

“Touch me,” Mayuri almost begged, quickly unbraiding her hair. He preferred her to wear it long down her shoulders so he could watch it bounce when he thrusted in her. He brought her hand to the bulge in his hakama, and could smell her uncertainty.

Unohana looked at him fearfully. “You raped her with that,” She whispered, her hand trembling. He smiled. “If she was a real woman like you, she would have been able to handle it.” He pressed himself into her hand and slipped his own hand into her haori, stroking a breast gently. Unohana smothered a groan when he bowed his head to suckle at her painfully hard nipple. His hands worked on her hakama, and once the material was pooled beneath her, he spread her legs and started to lick at her moistened folds.

“Tell me you love me, Retsu.”

She shook her head, tears threatening to fall. “You’re a monster,” She whispered, trying to close her legs. She threw her head back and sobbed wantonly, feeling cheaper than the filthiest Rukongai whore. She allowed Mayuri to tongue her until she came, her fingers threaded through his thick hair, and the taste of her crashing on his mouth like a typhoon’s waves. He had held her tenderly, as not to mark her creamy thighs, and caressed her ass the way he knew she liked. He nestled his face at her apex for a few minutes after her orgasm before pulling up her hakama and drawing away, his eyes closed. He looked contrite.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. Both of you,” He murmured, his eyes still closed. Unohana wiped her eyes and cheeks and sighed in frustration. Even if she wanted to, there was no where for them to run away to. Things were too difficult, and he was too crazy, and lots of other factors not even worth mentioning ran through her head as she looked at him. She pretended to hate him in front of the others, but both of them knew better. But still, it couldn’t be. She stepped aside, opening the door for him. He sighed when he heard the door creak open, and took a few paces before a light touch stopped him.

“I love you, Mayuri-san.”

The captain patiently waited until he got home to cry over his lost love. Unohana wasn’t so patient. She slid to the floor after he left, and lay there blank eyed, tears rolling slowly down until she was summoned to the main courtyard by a Hell Butterfly. She cast a glance at Nemu, and felt nothing but shame. It may as well have been her that raped the poor girl. Swallowing the rest of her tears and pushing thoughts of Mayuri from her head, she stood, rebraided her hair, and headed to the courtyard.


A/N:I dont' know where this came from, but I think it's fairly good. Again HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
*thanks in advance Orion for the liquor*