Crossbreeding the Future

Chapter 3
Reunion

Isane looked up as the door to her room opened sometime late at night, letting Hanataro in. Lilinette came in behind him, closing the door behind her.

“I can’t believe Stark is responsible for you too.” She griped, glaring at Isane. “Well don’t just stand there, get up and dressed, Aizen-sama wants to see you.”

With a nod she crawled out of bed, got dressed and followed the young arrancar out of the room and back to Aizen’s throne room. It was only years of training that permitted her to keep her cool at the sight that greeted her.

“Ah, Isane-san, I require your talents as Unohana-san is currently indisposed.” Aizen smiled at her.

“You mean in the middle of being raped by one of your monsters.” She thought to herself.

She was dimly aware of her collar being removed by Lilinette. The moment it was off she rushed to the golden gilded cage and its lone occupant. She knew it had been bad from a distance but up close she almost lost her dinner.

Toshiro looked like a pile of mangled flesh and the white sheets lining the cage were stained red with his blood. Even his hair was more red then white. She was barely by his side before she set to work.

Hanataro joined her after several minutes, his face pale, but his hands steady as he assisted her. They worked late into the night, doing everything they could to heal Hitsugaya from the severe amount of torture he had been put through, but it would be days before he made a full recovery, assuming they would even let him.

It was well past midnight before they were led away again. Hitsugaya was far from fully healed, but he was out of any danger to his life. Isane found it hard to fall asleep that night, the image of so much blood and pain burned into her eyes.

Likewise, Hanataro couldn’t find himself able to sleep so easily, curled up on the couch in Lilinette’s room. He almost wished he could sneak next door to see his Taichou, she could always make anyone feel better.



Unohana came awake slowly, slightly confused as to where she was until the previous days events caught up to her. She sat up, pausing as she realized she was under the blankets. Looked beside her she spotted the one who must have covered her. Hair slightly mussed and laying on his back on his side of the bed, Stark was still apparently fast asleep and didn’t even stir as she got off of the bed.

She was slightly surprised to discover she felt no resentment for either herself for submitting so willingly or for him for putting her on her back in the first place. She felt perfectly fine this morning, not at all in any sort of pain.

Grabbing the rest of her uniform off the table beside the bed, she headed to the bathroom to clean herself up, leaving her hair down instead of bothering to re-braid it on the other end of the shower.

Walking out of the bathroom, fully redressed in her uniform, she looked up to notice Stark appeared to be awake, laying on his side and looking at her. The blankets were covering everything his from lower chest down.

“Good morning.” She greeted politely.

“Morning.” He responded tiredly.

The door opened and she glanced over to see Hanataro and Lilinette walk in. Hanataro seemed highly subdued and sleep deprived and even Lilinette was less hyper. She smiled at them as they entered, pushing a trolley with two trays on it.

“Hanataro-san, what is wrong?” She asked sweetly.

“Unohana-taichou.” His face lit up in relief at seeing her alright before it fell again. “I had to heal Hitsugaya-taichou last night.” He answered, looking up at her with sad eyes.

Her eyes softened in realization. Hanataro had seen a lot of things during his time with the fourth division. For him to be this upset meant that Toshiro had to have been one hell of a mess.

“I see.” She gave him a light hug, letting him sniff into her shoulder as he tried to clear his mind of the image he had seen.

She would have to see if she might get a look at Hitsugaya-taichou. She doubted Aizen wanted him dead, just broken. She felt a great deal of sympathy for the young boy.

“Oi, Dorei-chan, lets go, we got more meals to deliver.” Lilinette snapped, but it lacked any real malice.

Wiping his eyes clean and with a final smile from her, she watched him followed the young arrancar out of the room. The moment he was gone she frowned, turning to look at Stark, who was still laying lazily on his side on the bed, absently scratching his stomach.

She walked over to the trolley, taking the lids off to study the two identical meals. Funny, she thought hollows lived off of eating souls. Perhaps because of the sheer power of an arrancar they required additional substance to maintain their bodies, much like Shinigami with high levels of reiatsu had to eat while the other souls required no such thing.

She brought the trays to the table by the couch, her back turned to Stark. She heard him get out of bed and dress before joining her on the couch. They ate in silence, but she couldn’t help but worry over how the others were doing.

After they ate Stark left, leaving her alone and the door unlocked. She stared at it for a moment before deciding it was far safer to remain in her room for now. There was no telling what another arrancar would do to her if they ran into each other in the hallway and with her reiatsu sealed she didn’t want to chance a confrontation.

About a half hour later Stark returned, leading her out of the room and into another room which looked like it was used for small gatherings.

He left her there with a comment that he would pick her up latter. Rukia was the first to arrive, and she looked at the younger woman in worry at first, but the girl seemed 100% fine, both in body and spirit.

“Rukia-san.” Unohana greeted her warmly.

“Unohana-taichou.” Rukia responded, also studying her.

“I am perfectly fine. Despite the circumstances we find our selves in, Stark-sama was rather gentle.” She assured the girl. “And yourself?”

“It would appear that Grimmjow has no plans to follow Aizen’s commands.” Rukia admitted after taking a moment to make sure they were indeed alone and that no one was eavesdropping.

Unohana looked at her in surprise. Out of the four Espada she had been introduced to yesterday she figured Grimmjow would have been the most violent with his assigned target, not the only one to have spared it.

“A payment.” Rukia answered her unasked question. “Or so he said. Something about owing Ichigo one.”

Unohana nodded in understanding. Use to such behavior from Kenpachi and other members of the 11th division it wasn’t hard for her at all to warp her brain around the logic of such men.

The two sat down at the table, looking up to watch as Isane entered. Apparently they were being giving permission to meet up. A quick check of her fukutaichou showed her to be clear of any injuries as well, but her eyes had a sad look in them.

“Isane?” Rukia asked concerned.

“I had to heal Hitsugaya-taichou last night.” She reported.

Before she could report any more, the door opened again, letting in Byakuya. Other then a black eye, a few small cut on his face and his butchered hair, to all outward appearances he seemed fine, but Unohana could tell by the way he was walking that he was sporting a lot more injuries hiding under his clothing.

Not only was he now wearing white clothing but his hair was a wreck. It was like someone had taken a dagger to it while blind. He looked absolutely ridicules and she had to hold back a chuckle, knowing he was actually really hurt.

“Nii-sama.” Rukia gasped at his appearance.

“Byakuya-taichou, might I see to your wounds.” Unohana requested.

He looked at her, but eventually nodded and removed his top so she could see the bruises and scratches on his skin, as well as all the makeshift bindings that looked like it had been from his old uniform. The best she could do was make sure they were not deep cuts, they would get infected, and bind them properly.

Isane was about to continue her report on Toshiro’s condition but the door opened again. They looked up to see the taller one of Barragan’s Fracción step in carrying Matsumoto. he unceremoniously dumped her in an unconscious heap on the floor before walking out again without a word.

Isane was by her side in a flash, Unohana right behind her. She cursed inward as she looked at the damage the woman had taken. She had seen violent rape, although none to this level, before and without even needing to scan her knew the woman’s insides had been torn to shreds by the sheer amount of blood caking her thighs.

“Rukia-san, warm water and a cloth please.” She commanded softly.

Without hesitation the woman ran to the sink to get the required items while Byakuya and Isane moved the trembling, barely conscious woman to the couch. She was pleased that the elder Kuchiki seemed unperturbed by Matsumoto’s state of undress.

Without needing to ask Unohana was giving space to work as she began to clean all of the blood and cum off of the abused, woman’s, inner thighs while Isane saw to her bloodied wrists and fingers. The task was a gruesome but necessary one.

“I know this is going to be uncomfortable, Matsumoto-san, but it needs to be done.” She soothed softly, checking the woman’s passage for damage with her fingers.

Matsumoto whimpered at the painful intrusion, her eye fluttering and she shifted, trying to escape from the painful intrusion.

Unohana frowning at what she found and had to hold back a soft curse. Matsumoto was still bleeding internally, judging by the fresh blood coating her fingers. She needed healing before she ended up bleeding to death, a fate more then likely if Barragan continued to be this brutal to her on a regular basses.

Unohana paused in her work only when the door opened again, admitting Hanataro and Lilinette with a trolley of what had to be their lunches.

“Lilinette-san, can I ask a favor?” She asked without looking up.

The young arrancar looked at her in surprise at having been addressed, let alone so formally and respectfully. Seeing she had the young girls attention, she made her request.

“Can you get Stark-sama for me please? I fear it is very important.”

The others looked at her in surprise at the request, thinking she was going to have asked for Aizen, or even Gin giving his past history with Rangiku, but remained silent.

“I’ll think about it.” Lilinette responded, before ushering a worried Hanataro out of the room with her usual bluster and a ‘let’s go, Dorei-chan.’

Unohana continued to treat Matsumoto the best she could while Isane finally gave her the report on Hitsugaya’s condition. She felt her heart clench at the report, wondering how it was that the 10th division happened to be singled out for having the worst today.

Matsumoto had started to come around when lunch had been delivered, shuddering and curling up on herself until her blurry eyes finally opened and spotted Unohana.

“Unohana-taichou?” She asked weakly, her voice hoarse no doubt from having been screaming all night.

“Yes, I am here Matsumoto-san.” She smiled softly at the woman. “Lay still. You are hurt pretty badly, I am doing what I can.”

Matsumoto nodded slowly.

“Where am I?” She asked.

“In a separate room, everyone except Toshiro-taichou is here.”

“Here.” Isane handed her a glass of cold water.

Matsumoto drank it slowly, easing the pain in her raw throat.

The door opened and Unohana looked up with relief to see Stark entering. She got up and went to the door, saving him the trouble of walking into the room and coming to her.

“I fear Matsumoto-fukutaichou is badly hurt, enough to make me worried she might not survive another encounter like last night. Byakuya-taichou has a few wounds I am worried about as well as what I believe to be a strong drug in his system. Can I trouble you to remove either mine or Isane-san’s collars so we might treat them effectively, Stark-sama?” She asked with a light bow, holding it while she waited for his answer.

Running one had through his hair and in a clear sign of annoyance, he reached around her neck and removed the collar, stepping to the side and leaning against the wall in apparent boredom while he watched her work.

With another bow and thanks she returned to Matsumoto’s side, setting to work healing her injures. The woman sighed in relief as much of the pain was taking away, even if the memory itself could not be removed.

Completely healed, Matsumoto wasted no time clutching her robe to her and retreating to the near by bathroom, the sound of a shower turning on coming immediately.

No one spoke, understanding the woman needed her space and some time to cope with what had been done to her, knowing there was nothing they could do to stop it from happening again and again and again.

She turned her attention to Byakuya next, noticing the strange chemical trace in his system and recognizing it as a rare drug women used to rape men and in torture. She said nothing to him about it though. After all, what was there to say?

It took a lot of work to clear the drug out of his system, and even then she could not get all of it. She dealt with the bruise on his eye and the bigger bruises and deeper cuts before stopping. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring so she didn’t dare waste reiatsu on small wounds that would heal on their own.

She checked over Rukia and Isane just to be on the safe side, but both were completely fine and untouched. Her task done, she walked back up to Stark.

“Thank you.” She bowed.

He handed her back the collar and with great reluctance that didn’t show, she put it back on, morning the lose of her reiatsu. With that he left without a word.

Unohana left to check up on Matsumoto for the woman had been in the shower for some time now while the others settled in to eat the lunch that had been provided.

Thankful it was a cold lunch. A warm lunch would have been cold by now.



No matter how hard she scrubbed herself, she could feel him on her, touching her, in her. She considered herself a strong woman, but not even she was that strong. She had laid with a few men, not as many as her reputation may suggest, but she was definitely experienced.

Never before had she been hurt like that, taken like that. The pain of her insides being ripped as he didn’t even try to prepare her. His size far too large for her body to take easily even if she had been prepared.

She curled up on the floor of the shower and cried, letting the water wash her tears of shame away. She couldn’t stop him, had bloodied her wrist even trying. God if this is what had happened to her, what was happening to her taichou?

She had only been paying half attention to Isane’s report in her dazed mind, but it had been enough to almost put her problems aside for gut wrenching fear for Shiro-chan, though she would never call him that even if she thought of him as such from time to time.

Like when he was curled up on the couch napping or staring at the sunset. At such time he looked his age instead of like a boy trying to take the weight of the world on his small shoulders.

Now she couldn’t help but to see him as Isane had reported; white hair stained red with blood, sea green eyes dull and lifeless, skin ripped from his body. If this wasn’t hell it was damn close to it.

There was a soft knock at the door, which opened a moment later to admit Unohana. She looked up at the woman, and thanked her softly for healing the damage.

“You look alright.” She noted, slightly jealous as she finally turned the water off.

“Yes, fortunately.” Unohana agreed, handing her a towel. “Lunch is ready and you should get something to eat to keep your strength up.”

“Why? We all know soul society wont come after us.” There was true despair in her voice as she thought about having to live like this for the rest of her life, being violently raped by the Espada.

“No, but the Ryoka boy surly well, and where he goes, so too does it seem half of the Gottie 13.”

She couldn’t help but to chuckle at that statement, knowing it was very true. Orders or not Ichigo would find a way to come after Rukia, and with him the rest of the Ryoka. And no doubt Kenpachi, Yachiro, Ikkaku, Yumichika and Renji would be right behind them rather they were ordered to stay in soul society or not. Nothing could keep the 11th division seated officers from a good fight or Renji from his childhood friend. They had broken in once, they could do it again.

They just had to hold out, however long that would be. Feeling slightly better she joined the others for lunch. No one spoke about what they were being forced to do, instead focusing on how they were going to escape or assist when Ichigo did show up with back up, as Rukia insisted he would.

There were several things they would need to do to prepare, like get a lay out of as much of the place as they could and find out where their Zanpakuto’s were being kept. At least they knew Unohana would be more or less left alone and she would work on getting Stark to unseal her.

She didn’t think it would be too hard, after all Aizen knew them all well and the traitor was familiar enough with her to know she would not stir up any trouble if left unsealed. She would sooner it be unnecessary for her to even have to work on Stark to get herself unsealed, but they didn’t doubt for a moment that Barragan would not be easier on Matsumoto.

They managed to fix Byakuya’s hair so it didn’t look so ridicules. Truthfully he looked much better with long hair then short and hopefully it wouldn’t take long to grow out again.



Only Aizen would be cruel enough to let them see each other, knowing they would torment themselves for being unable to do anything about the others torment and suffer as they stare silently at the torture loved ones are being put through.
Stay tuned for chapter 4; Breaking Ice