The Broken Souls of the Seireitei

A/N: If I had kept going, this chapter would have been like 20 pages long! Thanks for reading, more will come soon.




The rumors had started much like how any rumor starts. There is a spiteful, often angry party that wants to inflict damage on someone, but isn’t brave enough to face them head on. The Soul Society was obviously not above mindless prattle, but rumors were usually something one would not have to worry about. Lessons, kido, sparring, and trying to get seated/promoted were usually the main concerns of it’s inhabitants. It began by a few words discreetly whispered behind cupped hands, growing rather quickly into outright open distaste. And Rangiku couldn’t understand why.

The first instance of such occurred a few weeks after Aizen had betrayed them. She was walking back to the 10th Squad barracks, when two pipsqueak students were whispering and watching her.

“Oi, you two!” Both girls stood up straight, their white and red outfits blowing in the breeze.

“Yes, Matsumoto fukutaicho?” Their sickening sweet echo made her grimace.

“Is there a reason you all were staring at me that way?” Of course she was cross over losing Gin to that gherri-curled bastard, and little children staring at her made her feel even more annoyed.

“No, Matsumoto fukutaicho.” She gritted her teeth and briefly flared her reiatsu, making the girls fall to the ground. It was a mean thing to do, and those girls would probably have migraines for days, but they had no reason standing there ogling her. She spun on her heel and walked away, leaving the girls coughing and straining to breathe in the dust.

As the weeks passed, more and more seated officers were whispering when she walked past, stopping when she stared at them, but most were not fazed by her, despite her rank. She was so internally upset over Gin’s betrayal that she didn’t even catch on to the rumors until her shiny, sparkly friend brought some disturbing news to her ears one day.

“Matsumoto-sama! Wait for me!” The perfect voice, perfect hair, perfect faced Yumichika bounced over to her in the courtyard, waving his hands. His skin was flawless, and she hated him for it.

“What, Yumi? I didn’t do my homework; go cheat off Renji,” She mumbled, turning to go back to her barracks to mourn Gin.

Yumichika frowned and took her hand, pulling her over to a bench. “Have you heard what people are saying about you?”

Rangiku shrugged.

“Does that mean you don’t know, or that you know and don’t care? No, you’d care if you knew. Right? I don’t know, do you know? I mean because-”

“WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?!!!“ Rangiku screamed, wanting to punch him in the throat.

“They are saying you knew what Gin and Aizen were doing. And that you were fucking them both. And you are a whore. And…some other stuff.” Yumichika looked sympathetic at dropping the news.

“They? They who?” Rangiku snapped, wanting to beat up whoever started talking shit about her.

Yumichika frowned and waved his hand in a circle. “Everyone, honey. The rumors started a few weeks ago, but I guess since we have been back and forth that we are just hearing about it. There were some 5th squad guys talking about how Aizen probably split you open and Ikkaku and Renji handled them. We got your back,” He added, wrapping an arm around the stricken woman.

Rangiku pouted and then sneered, remembering all the times when she would walk into a crowded room full of talk and laughter, and the noise would stop. She figured it was because people had sympathy for her over what happened, not that she was a co-conspirator that got left behind at the last minute. All those faces staring at her, and none of them had the balls to come and say what they had heard. She was livid.

“Sweetie, what are you doing?” Yumichika cried, grabbing Rangiku’s balled fist. She had inadvertently dug her fingernails in her hand, and a steady stream of blood was running from her palm. Yumichika took her hand and opened it, placing a basic healing reiatsu on it, something required for anyone a 5th seat and above to learn to help their squads.

“What are people saying? Do they believe the rumors?” The strangled whisper broke his heart, and he kept his head down, pretending to put all his focus into healing her hand. Silence was enough understanding for her as she leaned back, letting Yumichika heal her hand.

“Alright, tell me this at least. Who started these bullshit rumors?”

Yumichika shrugged, and glanced up at her, a thinly veiled answer in his voice. “When was the last time you talked to Momo?” He cocked his head to the side and fluttered multicolored lashes as he continued healing her hand, letting the information sink in.

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“I can’t wait to go to Chad’s party!” Nanao said, her eyes sparkling.

Rukia chuckled. “I bet. Are you and Sado-kun gonna get married tonight or something?” She teased, poking at her friend. Nanao and Chad had been an item for a short while, but they were honestly the perfect match, both of them quiet and strong. Chad came to the Seireitei periodically to visit her and also his little friend Shibata, carrying them both around on his strong shoulders.

“That would be nice. And since we will already be dressed in black and white, that’s perfect wedding attire,” Rangiku added, trying to brush Rukia’s thick and tangled hair. They couldn’t actually change until they got to Urahara’s shop, but were trying to do as much as possible now.

Nanao blushed and adjusted her glasses, not daring to entertain their conversation. “Hey Rangiku, I have to tell you something.” She was a bit nervous, not wanting her friend to be upset at her.

“Yah?” She had hairpins in her mouth and was trying to pin Rukia’s hair up into a chignon, with some difficulty.

Nanao took a deep breath. “ChadsaidheinvitedMomopleasedon’tbemad!” She breathed in one huff, using her taicho’s trademark run on sentence one two punch to deliver the news. Rangiku’s eyes went wide as she jabbed the pin in Rukia’s head, making the girl cry out in pain.

“He did what? Doesn’t know I will kill that Scooby Doo lookin bitch if I see her?!!” Rangiku had stormed over to Nanao, her huge heaving bosom threatening to knock the poor girl over. Rukia was holding her head, afraid to remove the lodged object in her head.

“He knows, but you know how thoughtless men are. I told him, but he may not have been listening. I guess he thinks it’s just dumb girl drama. And plus Shuuhei made the mistake of asking me what time the party started and she was near and overheard us. And then she asked him and you know how everyone loves fucking Momo,” She said sarcastically. None of them could stand Momo, all for personal reasons but none as personal as Rangiku.

“Yeah…well if I kirk out on her, it’s Chad’s fault.” Rangiku sulked and walked back over to finish Rukia’s hair, who politely declined.

“What is Chad’s fault? And why are you bitches taking so long to get ready?” Yumichika was standing in the door, picking at his fingernails and looking bored.

“Nothing. Are you ready?” Rukia asked, trying to repin her own hair. Yumichika twirled in the room, showing off his beauty. “I was born ready, love!” He squealed, grabbing her and Nanao, leading the way back to Karakura.
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“Hey Chad, where do you want me to put this?” Ichigo held up a plate of cold citrus fruits. He, Chad, Uryuu, and Orihime were preparing the food and last minute things for the party, as guests were to arrive literally at any moment. Orihime was inside finishing her fried liver strips with barbecue ranch sauce with ground corn and cheese dip. It was one of both her and Rangiku’s favorites, and been special requested to make it.

“On the table outside.” Chad was going through his insanely massive cd collection, making sure to hide the Barry Mantilow and Jan van der Roost music. He wanted to have as many romance songs as possible to woo the lovely Nanao that would be gracing his presence soon. Nemu was also due to show up, a little wooing to help Uryuu would be in order as well. He was lucky that his apartment also had exclusive use of the roof so that everyone wouldn’t be crammed in his apartment touching his things. Some local thugs had been gracious enough to buy them alcohol…after Ichigo beat them up. Chad just stood as a look out, to make sure no cops came to arrest them.

Uryuu lined the white deck chairs against the far roof wall, and placed comfortable black pillows on them, admiring his handiwork. It was his idea to have a classic themed party, and he had pretty much tailored part of, if not a whole outfit for most of the party goers, and had left outfits at Urahara’s shop. Both he and Chad had on black cotton pants with a white short sleeved button down shirt, but his shirt had a black and white checkered tie, and Chad’s had a solid black tie. Ichigo wore a white tank with blue jeans, and had a black tailored jacket with a 26 on the front left side. Uryuu was especially proud of Orihime’s dress. It was strapless and black, cinched at the waist with a cute polka dot belt, and white doily lace at the bottom. He barely wanted her to wear it, and screamed for her to put on an apron as she fried her liver strips. He even popped her hand with a wooden spoon when she looked like she was going to put batter dipped fingers on her dress.

“Something smells good!” Rangiku shouted, as she, Nanao, Rukia, Yumichika, and Ikkaku came in the door. Chad picked up Nanao wordlessly and swung her around, giving her a light kiss on the lips. The others kissed and hugged and shook hands with each other, and Chad played the perfect guest, situating everyone with a Corona and lime, and Orihime passing around the liver strip platter, slightly dismayed by the polite grimaces at her food.

“Where is everyone else?” Uryuu asked, sounding a bit disappointed. Yumichika chuckled and wrapped a lithe arm around the Quincy reassuringly.

“We are just the first wave. All of the others will be coming in a couple of minutes, and don’t worry. Sweet Nemu will be with them.”

Uryuu blushed and shoved Yumichika away, making the group chuckle. Everyone pretty much knew how they felt about each other, but kept it mum since one, Uryuu being a Quincy, was not allowed to date a shinigami, and two, Kurotsuchi Taicho was insane and there was no telling what horrible things he would do to Nemu. Uryuu sighed and glanced at his watch, hoping that what Yumichika said was true, and that Nemu would be coming soon.

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“Kisuke! I refuse to wear this!” Byakuya thundered, angry at how idiotic his gigai looked. The Urahara shop was overrun with shinigami changing clothes to head to Chad’s party. Urahara rolled his eyes and placed his paper fan in front of his face to stifle a laugh. Everyone but Byakuya was dressed and ready to go, and Renji was getting slightly upset. The outfit was not horrible by any means. Byakuya was in a three piece black and white pinstripe suit, with black shiny alligator shoes. Renji was dressed in a black track suit with white stripes running down the side and white tennis shoes. Byakuya realized how formal he looked and how informal Renji looked, and wanted their clothing to match somewhat. Unfortunately, Shuuhei got there a few moments before them and took the white tracksuit, so really dressy clothes were all Urahara had.

“Why are you being such a cunt? I think you look fabulous,” Yoruichi said, picking at her fingernails. Byakuya frowned at her and folded his arms.

“Your mouth is less becoming by the moment, Shihouin. Besides, you weren’t even looking at me. I refuse to go see those ryoka dressed inappropriately.” Byakuya’s words were sharp, but not enough to make Yoruichi even flinch. She shrugged and finished her glass of milk, and walked away to change into her outfit.

Urahara chuckled. “You will be the stunner of the night. Isn’t that what you wanted?” He asked, a mysterious sound to his voice made Byakuya stare at him. Urahara always had a way of exposing things about people, situations even the person being exposed didn’t even know about.

“Taicho, I think you look awesome. Urahara-sama is right. You will be the best looking thing there. Aside from me that is,” Renji said, huffing out his chest.

Byakuya smirked to avoid laughing and nodded toward the door. The group waiting on them had long given up and were already headed to Chad’s home, but Renji knew the way, so they were alright. The two shinigami headed up the road quietly to the party, both of them slightly nervous, but for different reasons.

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“This is a wonderful shindig you have here!” Rangiku exclaimed, hugging Chad and spilling some of her carefully concocted Red Bull and Stoli. Mostly everyone had gotten to the party and half of them were already lit up. Byakuya had taken Rukia off of the table twice while she was dancing, and Ikkaku had thrown up over the side of the building. Nemu had gotten to the party, and she and Uryuu were nestled quietly inside of the living room, playing Street Fighter and talking about nothing really. The slow approach was best with Nemu, as she was so certain every man was like Kurotsuchi Taicho and would beat her for the slightest infraction. Uryuu made no fast movements, and was extremely polite, telling her how lovely her hair was, how smooth her skin was. Nemu was lost in it all, thinking from the beginning when she was paralyzed beside that wall, body racked with pain from Mayuri’s kicks that the Quincy would even notice her, let alone treat her with kindness and dignity. From the reports she had read and from Mayuri’s comments on the Quincy race, she figured that Uryuu would be filthy and disgusting and hateful, when those words would actually be best used to describe her creator.

“Nemu, I’m glad you came.” The soft voice brought the girl out of her thoughts as Uryuu set down his controller to look at her. She felt a faint rush of blood to her head, as she usually did when Uryuu talked to her. Most of their correspondence was by letter- Chad would graciously bring and take letters back and forth between them on his visits to Nanao. She always made sure to take the letters to Rukia for safekeeping as having such was considered ‘contraband’ and would probably earn her a severe beating from Mayuri.

“I’m glad I came too,” She whispered, meeting Uryuu’s eyes. Their faces moved closer until she felt the warmth from his lips, and was amazed at how soft they were. She had almost forgotten. It had been so long since they kissed, and it wasn’t like they did it often as this was their third kiss. She didn’t bump into his glasses, which was good, and he didn’t open his mouth all wide like last time. This kiss was slow and soft, and worth any screaming or punching that would surely follow on her return to the Seireitei.
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“Hey, Chad-kun! Thanks for inviting me!”

Rangiku gritted her teeth at the high pitched voice and turned to see Momo, Isane, Kira, and Hitsugaya coming through the door.

Rangiku slammed her beer down and rolled up the sleeves to her half buttoned white shirt with high collar and started to go back inside of the apartment when a warm hand stopped her.

“Honey, don’t go breaking your face over that slut,” Yumichika warned, knowing by the way his friend was standing that she was going to bust Momo’s lip.

Rangiku smiled at Yumichika and removed his hand, and made a beeline for the patio door, switching her hips hard, nearly about to bounce out of the low buttoned shirt, and was almost there before Zaraki stepped in front of her and grabbed her, swinging her around.

“Damnit, Taicho!” She yelled, trying to wrench herself from him, but was halted by his words.

“Matsumoto. I know you aren‘t going to give that bitch the time of day. She‘s pathetic, and I‘m sure when you were younger, you were taught not to play with trash, right?” His one visible eye peered at her, and her breath caught in her chest as she lowered her eyes. Stupid piercing glare.

“Come with me, tell me about your day. It isn’t like this party was much fun, and as much as I love a fight, if Momo even so much as scratched you, I might rip her head off.” He smiled at her shocked face and took her hand and guided her back over to where he and Shuuhei were sitting. Shuuhei had folded some newspapers to fan Orihime, who had eaten too many liver strips and said she felt extremely hot.
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“Niisssaaaama.”

Byakyua turned to see Rukia looking like a total drunkard. She had plopped down beside him and messily attempted to straighten her skirt before smiling at him mischievously.

“Yes, Rukia-chan.”

She giggled and looked at him. Then she pouted. “You aren’t having fun, are you?”

Byakuya shrugged. He had gotten enough compliments on his suit to not feel self conscious about it anymore, and he had even gotten up to do some dance that Ikkaku referred to as “The Walk It Out”. He had not really consumed any drink other than punch or water, as he could drink at home. He also didn’t want to look unruly in front of everyone; that was what Yumichika and Renji were for.

“I know what’s bothering you. I can see it with my third eye!” Rukia claimed, making a circle with her thumb and forefinger and placing it on her forehead.

“Oh, so that is what that was. I thought it was a carbuncle,” Byakuya teased and chuckled.

He had seen Rukia plastered quite a few times, especially around the week of Hisana’s death. Hell, to be honest, they drank together, but since she was only 80 pounds soaking wet, a few sips of sake on an empty stomach seemed to usually do her in. After she passed out, he would usually stop drinking, as it wasn’t as much fun drinking without a coherent partner. Also drinking alone is bad for the reputation because others always find out and judge you on it.

Rukia frowned and nudged him. Byakuya decided to indulge her. “Third eye, hmm? Then tell my fortune. What is bothering me?” He asked, turning glittering gray-blue eyes on his adopted sister, a small smirk crossing his face.

Rukia grinned and placed the circle on Byakuya’s forehead. “It’s Ichigo.” She laughed and clapped her hands when his smirk faded.

“What about Kurosaki?”

“Yeah, what the fuck about a Kurosaki?” They both looked up at Ichigo, who was holding two drinks in his hand.

“Ooh, refreshments! Thanks!” Rukia exclaimed, reaching for a cup, but Ichigo held it away from her.

“No, wooden leg. I think you have drunk more than anyone. I’m surprised you aren’t dead from alcohol poisoining. This is for me and Byakuya.”

Rukia nodded toward Byakuya with a look of smug interest. “Ok, Ichigo. In fact, you can have this seat!” She stood and gestured for Ichigo to sit in the lawn chair, ignoring the semi-horrified look on Byakuya’s face.

“Rukia, we were not done speaking.” Byakuya tried to be authoritative, but Rukia’s drunken observation unnerved him.

“Oh yes, we are, Niisama. See you in a little while,” She said, bending over somewhat clumsily and brushing some loose strands of hair from his face before smiling at her handiwork and wobbling away.

“I noticed you haven’t really had a drink. Chad and I beat up and threatened a lot of guys to score this booze. Here,” Ichigo said, thrusting a paper cup at Byakuya. The captain coldly looked and him, but took the cup, staring at the liquid slush inside.

“Hey. That isn’t Senbonzakura in the cup. You can’t control it with your mind.” Byakuya glared at Ichigo, mulling over if it would be poor show to hurl the drink in his face. He swallowed and decided against it, realizing his throat was dry. He huffed and sipped the drink, feeling a smile cross his face. He looked at Ichigo and nodded his head.

“This is…delicious. What is it called?”

Ichigo grinned as Byakuya took another sip. “Sex on the beach,” He said proudly, laughing as the older man choked and dribbled some out of his mouth in surprise.

“Clean up on aisle five,” Ichigo teased, leaning over to lick the trail of red juice running from Byakuya’s chin up to the corner of his mouth. He was completely shocked. Was Kurosaki’s gall endless?

“What makes you think I want your disgusting tongue on me?!!” Byakuya forced through clenched teeth, the sweetness of the drink suddenly turning acrid. Ichigo rolled his eyes and stood.

“You, Kuchiki Byakuya, are most pretentious.” With that, Ichigo sauntered off, but then turned and walked back toward Byakuya and snatched the drink from him and straddled him, leaning over him and pouring the drink over the side of the building.

“Ichigo. Why. Did. You. Do. That.” Byakuya resisted the urge to slam his fist into the boy’s washboard stomach. Ichigo backed up and looked at him with a shit-eating grin.

“I made that drink especially for you. You didn’t want it. So I threw it away.”

“I did want the drink. But I didn’t want you,” Byakuya said calmly, making Ichigo redden.

“So?! We are a package deal! You can’t have your drink and drink it too!”

Byakuya stifled a laugh. “If I can’t drink my drink, then what is the point of having it?”

Ichigo rubbed his chin. “Good point, asshole. I guess you can have this one then,” He said, handing over his drink. Byakuya looked at it warily, and Ichigo sighed in frustration before sitting down again.

“Listen, we are out of cranberry juice and this is all that’s left of what I made, so either take it or not. I know my dirty heathen lips have been on the cup, but they were also on you a moment ago, so all the bacteria has merged and created new strains. I learned it in Biology class,” Ichigo explained to Byakuya’s eye which was raised in confusion and amusement.

“I accept your peace offering, Kurosaki. It is only fair.”

“Fair? Fair? Fair!! You are like the king of not playing fair!”

Byakuya sipped the drink and smacked his lips, noticing that Ichigo’s drink for some reason had tasted better than his. “Yes, fair. I could have punched you in the stomach as you were straddling me a moment ago.”

Ichigo grinned lecherously. “Do you usually sock people when the straddle you?”

Byakuya smiled. “Not at all. Usually I like to enter from behind, and is it Donkey Punching, what you ryoka kids call it? Yeah, I’m not into that. Not really, anyway.” He stood and nodded his head, waiting until he rounded the corner to laugh at the astonished look on Ichigo’s face.

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Rangiku glared at Momo, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe the sniveling brat had actually come! Momo had looked over at her several times, but didn’t say anything which actually made matters worse. Shuuhei and Zaraki made sure they were between the girls at all times, as it would be difficult for Rangiku to get past both of them to kill Momo.

“Rangiku-san, you look beautiful tonight!” Momo gushed, waving at her. In response Rangiku narrowed her eyes and quickly downed two fingers of scotch and then stood, but had hold on to Shuuhei’s shoulder for balance as she was more than a bit drunk.

“Orihime, will you come to the bathroom with me?” She asked, ‘girl code’ for ‘I need someone to talk to’. Orihime nodded and stood, not noticing Kisuke trying to look underneath her dress. Zaraki narrowed his eyes and brushed some crumbs off of his white shirt. He wasn’t for playing referee, but he knew that at the slightest infraction that Yamamoto would deep fry and eat all the taicho there alive, so keeping things less volatile was best.

Momo watched as the girls teetered back into Chad’s apartment and walked cautiously over to Shuuhei and Zaraki. She and Shuu were friends, but there was something quite evil and sinister about the squad 11 captain, something so unnerving that when she walked over, she made sure she was several steps away from the man, who barely glanced at her.

“Hey, Shuu…is there something wrong with Rangiku?” Momo pouted at Shuuhei’s angry look.

“As if you didn’t know.” Shuuhei’s voice was dry, and Momo winced at the sound.

“Well if I had known, I wouldn’t be over here!” She exclaimed, folding her arms.

Shuuhei rolled his eyes and sighed, trying to be patient. “Momo, don’t play stupid. You never have been good at it. Just apologize for what you did, and build a bridge over troubled water.”

Momo seemed incensed. “Apologize? For what? I wasn’t the one that fucked Aizen. It was her! For all we know she was a conspirator in what happened! For all we know, she and Orihime could be contacting Ichimaru and Tousen now! How would we-” Momo’s words were cut short when she was snatched backwards by her hair and thrown to the ground.

“Oh hell!” Nanao said, jumping up from Chad’s warm lap.

“Girlfight!” Yumichika yelled, pulling on Ikkaku’s sleeve.

“You got something to say, bitch, then you need to wait until she gets back to hear you when you say it!” Rukia screamed, raising a skinny leg to kick at Momo. She was grabbed by the waist and hauled away by Byakuya, who was thoroughly embarrassed.

“Let me go! Fuck that stupid whore! I know you have been talking shit on all of us!” Rukia screamed, flailing and trying to scratch at Momo.

Momo stared at Rukia and laughed. “Talking about you? Hmmm…let’s see. The only thing remotely interesting about you was when you were gonna get executed. Oh. And when you were fucking Shiba Kaien right after they sent Miyako on that death mission. Tell me that I’m wrong,” Momo taunted, hateful eyes landing on Rukia and Byakuya’s stunned faces. Then Byakuya did something very unnoble and very un-Kuchiki like.

He released a feral, bloodthirsty Rukia on to helpless little Momo. Time seemed to slow down as Rukia’s freshly painted fingernails came across Momo’s face, leaving crimson trails in their wake. Mouths gaped open, Corona bottles dropped, and soul shattering screams were heard as Rukia slashed at Momo’s face, fighting in a typical dirty girl style.

“What the hell? Rukia, stop!!!” Rangiku said, rushing outside to grab her. Everyone else seemed to be in a trance to not intervene between the women. Orihime grabbed Momo’s arms, not that the coward actually needed to be held back. Rukia struggled against Rangiku, hot, sweaty, and angry.

“Fuck that bitch ass bitch! She just said I was fucking Kaien the day that his wife was murdered. Stupid bitch! Gwah!” Rukia screamed, taking another swipe at her, to which Momo cowered and shrank back against Orihime. Rangiku looked at Momo and shook her head.

“Why do you feel the need to try to tear other people down so? Don’t you realize the only person you are hurting is yourself? Don’t you understand?” She asked in a soft voice, trying to rationalize the situation. She did want to beat Momo’s ass, but didn’t want to turn into a rabid dog like Rukia had. She had thought and meditated over the situation and her feelings, and thought it best not to make things physical.

Momo raised a bloody face to Rangiku and gave her an ugly sounding laugh. “Like you give a damn about me and what I do. You are the one that fucked Aizen behind my back knowing how I feel about him! You betrayed our friendship and I can never forgive you!” She screamed, her voice breaking. Rangiku loosed her grip on Rukia and stared at Momo.

“Not that it is your business, I never slept with Aizen. You have me…mistaken for Gin,” She said in a low voice, making the party guests murmur and exchange glances. Momo refused to be deceived.

“So not only are you a whore, you are also a cunt faced liar. I know you fucked Aizen! I saw you!”

Rangiku got angry. “You didn’t see shit! Have you forgotten that Aizen’s zanpakuto was one of illusion? You could have see your ass on your chest and would have believed it because that is what Kyoka Sugietsu does! How do you know that he didn’t make Gin look like me?”

Momo shook her head. “Lies, all lies!” She screamed, breaking free from Orihime and charging her. She was almost at Rangiku when she ran face first into a wall. A wall with bells. She looked up to see Zaraki looking down at her with a pissed off look on his face.

“Dude, how lame is it that this is my party and I want to leave?” Chad whispered to Nanao, hanging his head. She frowned and took his hand. “We can turn on the water hose to make them leave,” She offered with a smile. Chad grinned and puckered his lips, only to have Nanao playfully push him away.

“Back. Off.” Zaraki looked miles down at Momo, who looked frightened. She stepped back, but glared around his shoulders at Rangiku. “I didn’t do anything, and I don’t deserve this!”

Rangiku snapped. “YOU DON’T DESERVE THIS? I DIDN’T DESERVE THIS!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE LIED ON, GOSSIPPED ABOUT, AND UNTRUSTED? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE CALLED TO SEE YAMAMOTO AND IN FRONT OF ALL THE OTHER TAICHO TO BE ASKED IF YOU ARE AIZEN’S WHORE?!!! DO YOU?!!” She raged, pushing agaist Zaraki’s back trying to swat her. Zaraki turned around to face her, trying to keep her from flailing around. Renji pressed himself against her, and they made a squad 6 and 11 sandwich with her, hold the mayo. They held her for a few moments as she struggled, but she gave up trying to overpower them and pointed a finger at Momo.

“You disgust me. You did this to another woman, someone who you once called a friend. Those rumors that you spread, you wanted them to be about you, and you wanted them to be true. Sousuke was right to try to kill you. You were nothing with him, and you are nothing without him.” Rangiku’s voice was calm and cold, making both Zaraki and Renji stare at her in wonder.

“Bitch!” Momo screamed and rushed Rangiku again, but what stopped by another roadblock, this one smaller and whiter.

“Hinamori fukutaicho!” Hitsugaya had moved between the brawlers, his sea green eyes glaring at his friend. Momo had done and said a lot of stupid things in the time when he knew her, but this one took the cake. Rangiku was his 2nd, his right hand, and as much as he loved Momo, he loved Rangiku more.

Momo looked at him and paused. She knew he was angry, she could tell by the way he was standing. Tears filled her eyes. “You choose her over me?” She whispered, looking defeated. Hitsugaya looked away, refusing to answer stupid questions. It just wasn’t his style.

Chad stood, having his fill of the drama. “Momo,” His voice boomed over the music. She turned to see him looking sad. “I didn’t open my doors to be disrespected. You must leave,” He said, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked ashamed and met both Rangiku and Rukia’s eyes for a moment before turning and walking back inside, Chad following her.

Rangiku sighed and slumped against Zaraki’s chest. Yumichika was teary eyed and Kira looked like someone had shot his hamster. Everyone was awkward for a few moments, but then Ikkaku sneezed on Yumichika, which made the pretty man cry even harder and everyone else laugh. Chad relaxed. Maybe the party would turn out alright after all.

>Ok next chap will get sexy.