Crossbreeding the Future

Chapter 4

Breaking Ice





Streaks of gold and clouds of white greeted his eyes as he slowly opened them. His body was still awash with pain, but it was much duller, almost like overworked muscles. Sitting up slowly, Toshiro looked around his cell, or more accurately put, golden cage.



He was laying on several white, silk sheets and the cage was just large enough for him to lay fully stretched out. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white shorts and a collar around his throat that was blocking his reiatsu.



A glance around showed he appeared to be alone in Aizen’s throne room, other then Hyorinmaru who hung from the wall just out of reach next to his captains cloak. To his horror the blade was separated from the hilt and snapped into four pieces, each piece strapped to the wall.



“Hyorinmaru!?” He called, both out loud and in his mind.



No answer came. He tried for several minutes before giving up, grief striking him so hard it felt like his heart was being strangled and it was hard to breath. He took stock of his own situation and tried to recall what had happened.



He remembered fighting Halibel, and then pain, followed by more pain, followed by a brief light and what he was sure was Unohana’s reiatsu flowing over him, followed by so much pain he had black out and the taunting voices of Aizen and Gin had been close by.



Glancing at the multiple scars covering his mostly naked body, he concluded he must have been healed again. His next concern was for Unohana, he knew she had been there. Was she alright or already executed? What about Rangiku? When last he had seen her she had been badly hurt, and so had Momo.



A chuckle drew his attention to the door as Gin walked in, with a large smile and his eyes closed. He growled and rose to his feet as the man approached the cage.



“Good afternoon, Shiro-chan.” Gin greeted cheerfully in a sing song voice.



“Ichimaru.” He growled.



“Now now, song birds don’t speak, now do they?”



“Song bird?” He wondered with a growl.



“Unless of course, they are singing praise to Aizen-taichou.”



“Never. I will never bow to Aizen.”



“Should we check on Rangiku-chan?” He asked innocently, a monitor rising from the center of the table as Gin played with a remote.



“What?” He gasped.



“She is here. Apparently Aizen-sama has a use for her.” Gin turned his grin towards Toshiro. “Oh that is right, you were blissfully unconscious during the meeting. I wonder how Barragan treated her last night, let’s find out shall we?”



He couldn’t turn his eyes away as he watched in growing horror as his fukutachou and, though he would never admit it, closest friend was violently raped before his eyes. As the blood flowed down her wrist and between her thighs when the Espada was done with her.



“Ichimaru.” he roared in hatred, trying to squeeze out of the cage to get to the man and clawing at him even though he was way too far away to even hope at brushing his target.



Gin merely chuckled as he watched Toshiro work himself into exhaustion, the boys eyes wide in hate and guilt. Guilt that he had failed to beat Halibel, that he had failed to protect his fukutaichou. Rage that Aizen had ordered this done to her.



When he was finally left gasping for air and clutching the golden bars with tears threatening to fall, Gin spoke to him again, smile ever present.



“So, you ready to accept your fate and bow your pretty little head to Aizen-taichou‘s will, Shiro-chan?”



For a moment he was tempted to say yes if it would spare Matsumoto from any more pain, but he had a feeling no matter what he said or did nothing would stop Barragan from hurting her.



The door opened again, and he turned his glare to look at Aizen as the man walked in with a soft smile, his sword drawn and being held to the neck of his prisoner. Toshiro’s eyes widened in horror at the girl the man held under his blade.











It was later in the evening when their respective owners came and picked them up. It took a lot of work for Matsumoto to followed Barragan Fracción out but she did so, managing to hold her head somewhat high.



Stark was the last to retrieve them, but they never made it back to her room. They were stopped by Aizen, who simply requested that she join him. Isane would have been lying if she didn’t feel terror grip her at his request.



She shared a sorrowful look with her Taichou but they both knew there was nothing they could do in this situation, so she followed the traitor, almost dreading what she was going to find at the other end of the journey, wondering what on earth they had done to Hitsugaya-taichou this time.



When they reached the door she was taking by surprise when Aizen drew his Zanpakuto and held it to her throat. They walked through the door and at once Hitsugaya’s eyes fell upon them, a look of horror on his face.



She realized what was going on right away, having been there when Aizen explained his Zanpakuto to Unohana. He wasn’t seeing her, but rather whoever it was Aizen wanted him to see, and she could hazard a good guess as to who she was currently appearing to him as.



She felt a deeper dread welling up in her stomach as she realized she had now become a tool in the next round of his torture. She feared what Aizen planned on doing to her to torment the young man.



She wanted to cry out, to tell him it as just an illusion, she wasn’t who he thought it was. But she also knew it would be useless. The illusion would hold and what ever it was Aizen wanted him to see would be what he saw and heard.

She closed her eyes and prayed that whatever Aizen had planned to use her for, it wouldn’t be too painful. It would be pointless to even resist him, his reiatsu alone could crush her into submission.



It was listening to Hitsugaya’s cries and pleas that hurt her more that night then anything Aizen did to her. How he begged and called her by a name not her own.



“Hinamori.” He shouted.



Aizen stopped them just out of Toshiro’s range as he tried to reach them through the bars of his cage. Gin laid down a futon and then sat leisurely on one of the chairs, grinning wildly while he watched the show.



Despite the fact Isane was considerably taller then Hinamori, the effects of Kyoka Suigetsu negated everything other then what Aizen wanted them to see and hear. He could have even pulled this off without her, but she had a feeling the ‘prop’ would make it far more fun for him.



He forced her down onto the futon, and she realized quickly what he planned to do with her. Panic took over her mind and she started to fight and struggle against him, but she might as well have been fighting a brick wall.



He grinned down softly at her and then brought his lips down to her ear as he whispered to her.



“I understand your fear, Isane-san, but please do not fight me. It would be a shame to need to disturb Unohana from her duty.”



She froze, the only sound that of Toshiro’s voice in the back ground calling Aizen all sorts of names and calling out for Hinamori. She closed her eyes, red flashing in her vision as she remembered what he had looked like last night.



Aizen was truly a sick bastard. He couldn’t physically torture Hitsugaya until after he recovered from the last round, but mental torture was an open avenue. Was there no end to the mans twisted mind?



Her thoughts were broken as she felt cold air hit her chest as Aizen began to remove her cloths. As much as she tried to imitate her taichou in all her ways, she could not remain calm while another forced himself upon her with an audience.



She started to struggle again, pleading with him not to do this. He ignored her, easily removing her clothing and tossing it aside. She struggled against him, trying to push him off with her hands until he caught them and pinned them above her head. Then he drew a large dagger from his robes and slammed it down through her hands, pinning them to the floor as blood began to flow.



She cried out in pain as the blade rubbed against the sinew and bone in her hands. She was dimly aware of Hitsugaya’s scream from his cage a few feet away. The pain of her own situation washed out anything the young man was screaming.

Aizen didn’t remove his clothing, just moved the necessary parts aside so he could have access to her body. He didn’t waste time preparing her either. The moment he was free he was thrusting into her.



She screamed as he tore into her dry entrance and abused her breast with his hands while his teeth left marks in her neck. Each thrust jarred her body, causing the dagger pinning her hands down to grate on the bones. Every second was an eternity of pain and it was impossible to tell who was screaming louder, her in pain or Toshiro in rage and helplessness.



She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but eventually both of them screamed their throats into exhaustion. The only sounds were her whimpers as Aizen continued to brutalize her body with no signs of even coming close to his release and Toshiro’s near silent sobs as he was forced to watch, his hands clutching the bars of his cage so tightly he had cut the blood flow to his hands and they were deathly pale.



She never thought the feel of Aizen filling her would be considered a relief. Her body had gone into shock earlier, some time after her voice had gone hoarse. Aizen got off of her, cleaning the blood and semen off with a wet cloth Gin had casually tossed to him.



“Ready ta sing now, Shiro-chan?” Gin asked with a wide smile on his face.



Her body may have been in shock, but her mind was still working and she could see the torment and dilemma in Toshiro’s eyes, as well as the fact he was still in shock at what he had been forced to witness.



She was in agony and prayed that they would let her heal herself. She cried out softly when the dagger was ripped from her hands, freeing them. She clutched them to her body, trying to steam the flow of blood and cover herself up a bit.

“No answer, very well Gin.” Aizen was looking as immaculate as ever already, as if he hadn’t just violently raped her.



“Thank you, Aizen-Tiachou, you know I like them bloody.”



Gin’s eyes fell upon her and she felt terror wash down her spine.



“No.” Toshiro croaked, his voice a wreak from all the screaming he had been doing and the grief he was feeling.



“Please, no more.” She added her broken voice to his.



The two traitors looked between the two victims, taking clear pleasure in their despair and pain.



“Perhaps that is enough for tonight then. Until tomorrow than. It will give you time to think about your situation here.”



Aizen left, leaving them alone with Gin. Gin tossed her a robe that she pulled on as quickly as she could, wincing in pain as she moved her abused body. She was led back to her room.



She wished she could say she was surprised when Gin forced her onto the bed and took a turn on her, but she wasn’t. It hurt, but not as much as when Aizen had raped her, the blood still acting as a sick sort of lube.



He grunted and finally filled her insides with his cum. Then he got off of her and actually removed her collar.

She was frozen in shock at first, but then wasted no time in healing herself, relief flooding her as the pain was cleansed from her body. Once done the collar was returned and Gin left with a cheerful goodnight as if he hadn’t just raped her.



She took a nice, long, hot shower once he was gone. Curling up on the floor, her mind raced over what she had witnessed and been forced to be a part of. She realized just what it was Aizen was trying to do and why he needed Toshiro to admit to belonging to him and why he hadn’t said just anything to get Aizen to stop.



She could all but see the strands of reiatsu that was floating around the room and weaving around Toshiro like a very complexly knitted net. A highly complex Kidou she had never seen before but sent chills up her spine.



She could see the strands trying to restrict him, to bind him, no doubt to Aizen’s will and that was enough to give her the basic idea of what the spell would do once complete. It would bind him to Aizen. The moment he broke and declared himself belonging to the traitor the spell would be complete and would no doubt bind him to Aizen for all of eternity. His mind would be free but his body would be fully enslaved.



She crawled into bed after changing into a white night gown that had been left for her. Several white dresses were also folded and left on the table. She eventually fell asleep, dreading what tomorrow would bring.













Unohana awoke to find herself laying next to Stark, the Espada apparently still deep in slumber on his side of the bed, one hand behind his head, the other across his stomach. She sat up slowly and stretched before heading to the bathroom to clean herself up from last night’s activities.



An entire week had passed and not much had changed in her relationship with the Espada other then the fact that she was starting to get sore with the constant use of her body. Dinner would be served, she would eat, about an hour later he would start to undress and she would follow his silent lead and join him in bed.



She wondered how long it would take for either a) her or one of the others to get pregnant or b) Aizen to give up, declare it was biologically impossible for the two specious to mate, and then most likely kill them all or leave them as pleasure slaves. The last thought was not a pleasant one.



Stepping out of the shower she dried herself off and dressed in one of the few white and black dresses that had been provided for the prisoners. She smiled warmly as Hanataro and Lilinette delivered their breakfast.



Hanataro was a little more open and greeted her warmly and Lilinette had less of a scowl on her child like features. The two seemed to be getting along fine, no doubt Hanataro’s lack of power keeping him far under the radar of Aizen as nothing more then one of his minions toys that posed no threat.



She shared her breakfast with Stark, the two of them eating more or less in silence as they had every morning for the past seven days. There had been a few things she had wanted to speak to him about, but was uncertain about how to go about it and desiring to learn more about the Espada that held her life in his hands. She decided to start with the small talk and work her way up from there.



“I know it is not my place to question Aizen-sama’s rule here, but I am worried about Matsumoto-fukutaichou and Kuchiki-taichou.”



“Oh?” He glanced at her, leaning back against the arm of the couch and giving her his attention.



“The drug Halibel-sama is using is starting to have adverse effects on Kuchiki-taichou’s body and not leaving his system. I fear a prolong use of it may permanently damage his nervous system. As it is, each time I heal him there is more and more of it left in his system.”



He nodded in understanding. He may pretend to be lazy and constantly sleeping, but she was not so stupid as to fall for it. Here was a man who was extraordinarily sharp minded and who was hiding a reiatsu level that left the hairs all over her body standing on edge.



“And Matsumoto-fukutaichou….” She paused to sigh, displeased to have to use this as her argument but knowing it was the most likely one to succeed. “The body will reject new life if it is fighting for survival. She losses a lot of blood every night and is under a large amount of stress.”



“What do you expect me to do about it?” He asked.



“I was hoping the information coming from a higher ranked officer would result in a change of treatment before permanent damage I can not heal is sustained. I do not believe Halibel-sama or Barragan-sama would acknowledge my words as anything other then the desperate pleas of a friend instead of the insight of a highly trained medical officer.” She answered.



He ran a hand through his hair with a highly annoyed expression on his face, one she knew meant he was resigning himself to do something he really didn’t want to. She had won.



“Thank you, Stark-sama.” She smiled with a soft bow of her head.



Meeting up with the others half an hour later she shared her news with them while healing Rangiku of the internal and external injurious the woman had sustained from her nightly, violent rape and cleansing as much of the drug out of Byakuya’s system as she could.



Other then that first day Halibel hadn’t attacked Byakuya again and they attributed her violent behavior to the pain of having lost her companions.



Stark had taken to removing her collar the moment they arrived at the door after the first three days of needing to patch the two of them together and would hand it back to her when he picked them up.



Isane seemed to be drained and Unohana worried about her fuktaicho, but the woman wouldn’t tell them anything other then she was required to attend Hitsugaya-taichou every evening.



The only one who seemed to be delivered without a hint of a scratch on them was Rukia, to which Unohana could see the silent relief in Byakuya’s eyes every time he saw his younger, adopted sister. Even after two weeks Grimmjow still held his word about not raping the young woman, or even looking at her other then to grill her on information about Ichigo.



Unohana couldn’t help but to compare Grimmjow to Kenpachi, remembering fondly how the 11th division taichou had chased the human ryoka all over Seireitei looking for a duel. She felt pity for the poor human boy and the attention he seemed to gather around him.



She was at least pleased Rukia seemed willing to answer all of Grimmjow’s questions without argument. There was little about Ichigo that the boy deemed to hide from the world and as patient as Grimmjow appeared to be, despite his rough attitude, it was a very thin patience.



The door opened, causing all the occupants of the room to cease their conversation as the looked up to see who it could be, for Hanataro had already delivered lunch earlier and it was too early to be picked up yet.



It was Tosen, and by his side an arrancar she didn’t recognized though he didn’t seem all that threatening, instead looking around with a dazed look on his face almost as if he was autistic. Matsumoto seemed to be the only one who recognized him, giving the boy a surprising, small smile. The boy smiled back with a glazed look in his eye.



“What do you want?” Rukia challenged coldly.



“Aizen wishes to receive a medical status report by the end of next week.” He answered.



Unohana nodded in understanding, even as she felt a hint of panic about what they were going to do with Rukia. Any medical check up Aizen would be ordering done on them would quickly reveal Rukia’s virginity was still in place.



“What time?” Unohana asked.



“In the evening, right after your duties have been fulfilled.” Tosen answered.



The room dropped several degrees in temperature. If either of the captors noticed, they made no indication of caring about it, leaving right after the declaration. As soon as they were gone all eyes were on Rukia.



“What should we do?” Rukia asked.



“I can only see 1 of 2 real options.” Isane said slowly.



“Which is?” Byakuya asked.



“I lay with Grimmjow that night.” Rukia whispered.



Unohana could see the fear in the young woman’s eyes at the prospect, as well as the silent anger in her older brothers eyes at the thought of his sister being used by the violent Espada.



Unohana felt apprehension rise at the prospect of the exams that were coming up. She had a feeling it had more to do with Aizen checking to make sure his minions were following his orders to breed with them rather than expecting results already. The only one who would be excluded from the test would be Byakuya, which made her wonder if Halibel would be there as well.



Their respective owners picked them up at the usual time. Without a word Stark started to set up the chess board and she sat opposite him, ready to play another losing game, though she was at least good enough that the game could last

until it was time for bed.



She silently thanked him, knowing the game would take her mind off of her troubles, which was no doubt his silent intention.











Rukia felt apprehension flow through her as she followed Grimmjow through the halls back to their shared room. She took her normal place on the couch, curling up and staring at the wall.



“Oi, what’s bothering you woman?”

Rukia jumped at the sound of his voice. They didn’t share that many conversations short of his interrogations on Ichigo.



“Nothing.” She quickly denied.



Silence between them. Finally she sighed and told him Tosen message. He frowned in clear annoyance.



“No problem, don’t worry about it.” He shrugged it off.



She looked at him in disbelief.



“Now then, lets see more of those moves.”



She caught Sode no Shirayuki as Grimmjow tossed the blade to her and sighed. She was going to be sore in the morning as she followed him to a near by training field and took her stance against him, trying to remember how it was Ichigo fought. The collar was removed and shortly after their blades clashed.









Stay tuned for chapter 5: Tests

This story is 99 pages long and will contain 11 chapters



Thank you for the reviews.

7dragon7: Truthfully I didn't even think about Gin and Tousen as I was writing since the story is based on the prisoners point of view, but as you see the two did get a bit of something. I am glad most of them are still IC. Some of them are a pain to write. Aizen takes the cake followed by Byakuya and Stark.



Jessy: thank you. I enjoyed what you have of Destruction's Malice up as well. I am glad you like the little twist. There will be a lot of those.



AnimeAngelSisters: I thought I got all the stupid spelling errors, grrr. I been editing this story for over a month now before posting and I still do catch the odd mistake.