The Broken Souls of the Seireitei

A/N: More to come soon. Thanks for the positive feedback. Enjoy.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Rangiku glanced up at the cold bottle of water being thrust at her. She looked into Kira’s soft eyes, and for a moment she remembered her harsh words.

‘Not that it is your business, I never slept with Aizen. You have me…mistaken for Gin,’. Gin had made his affections for both men and women known, and Kira had suited his palate for the former for quite awhile. It was an unspoken understanding between both Kira and Rangiku, because each gave Gin something that he couldn’t get from the other. It had been extremely painful for both of them to be cast aside for the affections of Aizen. Bringing up that memory had hurt them both, which was made evident by her actions and Kira’s more than usual pale skin.

“Oh, Kira, I’m so sor-” She was silenced by a delicate white finger over her lips.

“Momo was out of control. Her actions and words were deplorable. I never figured her to be the psychotic type. Well not really anyways,” Kira mused, running a hand through his short blond hair. Rangiku smiled at him and patted the seat next to her.

“Yeah, well she is sort of a Cootie Queen.” Rangiku sneered, waving her hand.

Kira chuckled at the name and started to walk away as he was stopped by a hand on his forearm. “ Please sit with me, Izuru.” His eyes widened at the mention of his first name and he smiled shyly, sitting down beside her and giving her a brief hug before catching up on small talk. They had shared a mutual experience, and to be honest, both Kira and Rangiku needed all the friends they could get.

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Rukia leaned back against the kitchen sink, snatching off the cool wet towel Byakuya had placed around her neck and threw it behind her on the dish rack and sighed. She had really drank too much and had really embarrassed herself. Byakuya had been wonderful and patient and had skipped the usual lectures on Kuchiki pride, which was so unlike his usual self. And Rukia knew why. Momo had brought up a painful memory for both of them, and he had been more than a bit somber since. The memory of Kaien was as touchy a subject as was the subject of her dead sister, and talking about them was almost forbidden.

“Rukia…how are you feeling? Sober up any?” Ichigo’s voice had a hint of teasing as he strode into the kitchen, placing his hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and nodded, tears brimming underneath her lids.

“Hey, hey, what’s all this? Don’t tell me that Byakuya was an ass to you over how you’ve acted tonight. Sure, you’re a smidge wasted, but this isn’t a usual thing for you. And then with Momo running her mouth and all, no one blames you for jumping on her.” Ichigo tilted her hanging head up toward his and smiled at her, wiping her tears away.

“It’s not that at all. Byakuya was great…really. He was in here with me up until a few moments ago, and I think he went to the bathroom or something. It’s just what Momo said about Kaien…so unnecessary for her to tell lies on everyone all the time,” Rukia murmured, her eyes unable to meet her former fukutaicho’s doppelganger. There were times of course that when she looked at Ichigo, she saw Kaien in him. The good thing was, Ichigo was always so sullen and brooding, whereas Kaien was happy go lucky and always smiling. As long at Ichigo didn’t grow a mullet and dye it black, the distinction would always be easy.

Ichigo nodded and shrugged. “It’s our nature to hurt those who we think have wronged us. It doesn’t make it right though. We have to live and love and do the right thing, that is for certain. The only thing is, what exactly is right or wrong?”

Rukia cocked her head and smiled. “That’s mighty philosophical of you. That sounds like something Komamura taicho would say.”

Ichigo grinned. “Well, foxes are one of the smartest animals, aren’t they?”

Rukia looked confused. “Is he a fox?”

Ichigo’s grin deepened. “I don’t know, but you sure are!” He made a faux growling noise and pretended to scratch at her, making her squeal with laughter and run outside. Ichigo started after her, but he felt eyes on him. Turning around, he saw Byakuya leaning on the corner wall, watching him intently. Ichigo stared at him for a moment and nodded toward him.

“You’re a fox too,” He said in a low, sultry voice, just loud enough for the words to carry over to the nobleman. Byakuya’s lips pursed and Ichigo slowly licked his lips, half closing his eyes. “A sweet one at that,” He murmured as he smirked and turned to follow Rukia, leaving the elder shinigami to look confused just as Ichigo was not long before over the donkey punch comment.

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Chad stood and walked to the middle of the patio, hand on chest. “Guys, I really appreciate you coming out to share my home, my food, and my company.” He raised his hand to the applause and whistles he received. “I must apologize over what just happened, I thought my Nanao was exaggerating when she said everyone hated Momo. I am especially sorry for putting you in this position, Rangiku-san,” He said, turning and bowing slightly at her. She bowed in response, a small smile on her face.

“All things considered, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” She said, batting her eyes. Chad smiled in response and walked over and took her hand in his, patting it gently. He kissed it and patted it again, making her fan herself flirtatiously.

“Nanao, if you ever tire of Chad-kun, make sure you drop him off at squad 10 barracks!” Rangiku called to her, making everyone laugh.

“I don’t think that would ever happen, but if it does, I’ll place a big sliver bow on the top of his head!” Nanao called back as Chad blushed and scurried back over to her, who chided him playfully but gave him a kiss on the forehead for being such a gentleman. Rangiku laughed and turned back to Kira, giving him another brief hug.

“So how are things with you? I can’t imagine what you must be going through, trying to keep all the troops in line over what has happened.” Rangiku crossed her legs and took a sip from the water bottle, passing it to Kira.

Kira shrugged and took the bottle. “Everyone is just trying to keep their head on, you know? It’s disorienting…the whole damn situation. Ichimaru taicho should have just killed everyone in the squad. We are useless without him,” Kira mumbled, averting his eyes.

Rangiku sighed, picking up the double meaning in his words. “Don’t say that. Why are we useless without Gin? If you ask me, it’s the other way around. Let him go hide behind Aizen’s haori. We will be just fine, you’ll see. Just fine without him,” She reassured both of them, putting a strong arm around Kira. He gave her an appreciative look and took another drink of water, wishing it was something a lot stronger.
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Nemu smiled at Uryuu. They had heard the commotion outside and had moved their private party to one of Chad’s guest rooms. They were lying in the bed, Nemu under the covers and Uryuu on top of them. He had unbraided her long purple hair and was playing with it as he looked into her dark aquamarine eyes. They had been listening to an R & B cd that Chad had stolen from Ichigo, but all the songs on the disc had played, so there was no sound between them other than their breathing and the light conversation happening outside.

“Ishida-san. Thank you for being so kind to me, always.” Nemu’s voice was small and unsure, which also described her feelings when around the Quincy. She was used to pain and discomfort, things that Uryuu didn’t give her. She was not put here for her own happiness. Mayuri made sure she knew that on a daily basis. The only good thing was she healed quickly, and aside from the time when Uryuu and Mayuri fought, he had never seen any bruises on her. But then again, Uryuu had never seen the places where Mayuri would bruise her.

Uryuu rolled his eyes and smiled. “Stop being so formal, Nemi-chan. We are practically dating.” He combed her hair with his fingers, the pretty strands falling from his fingers gracefully. She tentatively reached out to remove his glasses, and smiled at him. She placed the glasses on the table beside the bed and kissed the bridge of his nose lovingly.

“I don’t like not wearing my glasses. I can’t see you,” Uryuu complained, squinting his eyes to unblur his vision. Nemu’s smile deepened.

“There’s nothing that special about me, Ishida-kun. You don’t have to see me.” She looked down and fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt, as he rubbed her cheek gently. He ran his hand over her face, as if he were tracing her features.

“You are special, Nemu. You are so special to me…I love you,” Uryuu whispered, leaning in to kiss her. Nemu felt strange. She always felt strange around Uryuu, and tonight was no different. She felt how warm he was when he held her, and she felt his erection on her thigh through the blanket, and it was unnerving. She knew what it was, several times Mayuri had slipped into her bed at night raging with need and taken her, leaving her bruised and bloody, and she could handle that. It was expected. What wasn’t expected were the loving words, strong embraces, and gentle kisses that Uryuu gave to her. She would usually push him away, and he would always be so understanding, but tonight she didn’t want to push him away. She reached down and gently squeezed between Uryuu’s legs and kissed him with more passion, making the boy gasp and pull back.

“Nemu, I, what, I don’t-”

“It’s alright, Uryuu. I want you, I want you to be with me. Please,” Her beautiful green eyes were wet with tears, and Uryuu felt her need to be loved. He couldn’t bring himself to take her, not at this time, not when he knew what kind of demon she had to go back to. He shook his head and cradled her face between his hands.

“Nemu, listen to me. One day, one night, after I have destroyed Kurotsuchi, I will make sweet and lasting love to you, and make you forget everything but my name. But right now isn’t the time. I promise you, soon, but not now.”

Nemu swallowed and nodded. “You…love me?” She whispered, not daring to hope that there was merit behind Uryuu’s words. He simply nodded, giving her a gentle kiss. She placed her head on his chest and listened to him breathe before closing her eyes and falling asleep. Uryuu sighed and held her tightly, thinking of a way to rid themselves of Kurotsuchi Mayuri once and for all.


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“Chad-kun, this party is getting lame,” Yumichika complained, using Orihime’s stolen compact to powder his nose. He smiled at her and held the compact away from her, her breasts falling over his arm as she tried to reach for her makeup.

Chad looked through strands of hair at Yumi and decided comment wasn’t necessary. The party had indeed cooled off significantly since Momo’s outburst, and Isane and Hitsugaya had actually left to go back to the Seireitei, probably to check on Momo, although they claimed fatigue.

Ichigo shrugged. “Bonita is right.” He chuckled at the flat look Yumi gave him. “We need to play a game or something. Something sexy,” Ichigo thought aloud, making Rukia nudge him. She raised an eyebrow and Ichigo grinned. Chad thumbed his medallion and thought.

“How about spin the bottle? But with truth or dare?”

Ichigo grinned evilly and Orihime laughed and clapped her hands. Renji looked at them and shrugged his shoulders. “Is this game fun?” He asked, sounding skeptical. Ichigo grabbed one of his shoulders and gave it a friendly squeeze.

“It’s better than getting head.”

Renji perked up. “I’m in!” He declared, starting to take down his track pants. Ichigo paused and cocked his head to the side.

“What the hell? I said it’s better than getting head, not that you were gonna be getting head. Moron,” Ichigo chastised, grabbing the front band of Renji’s pants and pulling back as far as they would go to snap back painfully on the taut stomach. Renji growled and they put their foreheads together and balled their fists, everyone making “ooooh” noises. They knew the boys were just playing, and not out for blood like Rukia and Momo were.

“Alright chicos, vamos! Let’s go inside and get a bottle to spin,” Chad said, taking Nanao’s hand and leading her inside. Everyone followed, Renji playfully shoving Ichigo and trying to trip him to make him fall on Ikkaku.

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“I wanna go first,” Yumichika whined, reaching for the tequila bottle. They were all sitting in a circle in the living room and after Orihime explained the rules, everyone was ready.

“Stop complaining. I say we draw straws,” Zaraki suggested, breaking stalks off a nearby plant. He assembled them in his left hand and went around the circle, offering a straw to each person. “The shortest straw goes first,” He said, lowering his hand to Rangiku. She slowly drew her straw from his hand, and for some reason it tickled his palm. He let out a slow breath and she gave him an inquisitive look, but smiled at him before looking at her straw and frowning.

“Zaraki taicho…did you do that on purpose?” She asked, narrowing her eyes and staring at the tiny straw. He smirked and went back to his space between Ikkaku and Urahara. She scowled and grabbed the bottle from Chad, examining it.

“Spin it on the floor,” Chad directed, but leaned away when she yelled at him.

“I know! I’m not stupid. I know what to do!” She yelled, her breasts jiggling, making the poor boy shrink back.

“Damn girl, calm down! Can’t a motherfucker tell you how to play a game? I‘m just sayin though...” Ichigo protested, making Chad chuckle. He sat back and folded his arms, giving a pout that rivaled Yumichika’s.

“Ok, shut the fuck up and let her spin,” Zaraki said, gesturing to Rangiku. She placed the bottle on the carpet and spun it hard, making the bottle circle many times. When it slowed and finally stopped, it landed on Yoruichi.

“Great,” The former squad 2 taicho grumbled, eying Rangiku suspiciously.

“Truth or dare?”

“Hmmm…truth.” Yumi and Renji booed; they thought surely that Yoruichi would be a risk taker.

“Okay. Truth then. Have you and Urahara-san ever had sex?”

Everyone looked at Yoruichi, and Urahara wore a very interested look on his face. Yoruichi smiled and nodded. Then her smile turned into a grin. “But you were not specific enough in your question. You don’t know if it was anal, vaginal, or oral sex.” Yoruichi looked quite smug as Rangiku pouted.

“Which was it?!!”

Yoruichi shook her head. “No, I can answer only one question, and now it’s my turn.” She giggled and grabbed the bottle, giving it a spin. The bottle circled and landed on Ikkaku.

“Shit!” He screamed, rubbing his bald head. Yoruichi laughed.

“Ikka-kun, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” He muttered, making Renji, Zaraki, and Yumi cheer. He didn’t want the wrath of his taicho kicking his ass for choosing the pussy way out truth.

“I dare you to run down the street naked.”

“Naked?”

“Naked. Strip.” Yoruichi ordered looking at him up and down. Ikkaku shrugged and took off his clothes, and cupped his privates and gave everyone a shit eating grin before taking off down the stairs. Yumi and Orihime ran outside to the balcony to watch Ikkaku run down the alleyway, hands in the air, yelling at random people.

“Look at his pee-pee bobbing up and down!” Orihime laughed, pointing.

Yumichika gave her a look. “I can’t believe you called it a pee-pee. What are you, 15?”

“I’m 18, fool!” She declared, giving him a small shove. He chuckled and they watched as Ikkaku nearly made two cars wreck as he hopped over a puddle and headed back into the apartment.

“I’m back, and I’ve ruined several lives!” He panted, his whole body pinkish red from the exertion. He walked over to his pants and bent over, displaying his ass and some of his balls as Renji and Zaraki booed, and Shuuhei threw a beer bottle at one of the taut cheeks. Ikkaku gave his bare ass a slap and pooted, laughing hysterically as the noxious gas filled the room.

“Kami-sama, did the gates of Hell just open?” Kira coughed, turning paler. Ikkaku gave an evil high pitched laugh and sat back in his spot, chunking Kira gently. The fukutaicho’s blushed and played with his hair, not used to positive attention.

“Ok, now spin the bottle,” Chad said after he opened several windows, the screen door, and lit Febreeze candles.

Ikkaku cracked his knuckles and spun the bottle, and when it stopped, it landed on Rukia.

“Das Kuchiki! Truth…or dare?” Ikakku asked, leaning forward, eyes twinkling.

Rukia did not trust him. “Truth,” She said boldly, making Ikakku frown. Then he grinned wickedly.

“How many people in this room have you caught with Aizen?”

There were a few gasps as everyone stared at Rukia. She narrowed her eyes and glared at Ikkaku.

“No one.”

Ikkaku raised his hand. “Is there a penalty for lying?”

Chad looked apologetically at Rukia. “Yeah, there is. The person who either lied or refused the dare has to do a double dare.”

Ikkaku nodded and smiled. “Rukia. I double dare you to go in the room with Ishida and Nemu and jump on the bed!”

Rangiku glared at Ikkaku. “That was stupid…make her do something else!”

“Shut up, you had your turn, Fat Tits.” Zaraki snickered at the nickname, but paused at the death glare he was shot.

Rukia gave a gusty and annoyed sigh before walking over to the bedroom. She opened the door and crept inside. There was silence and then a scream and a loud ‘BAM’ noise, and then girly laughter as Rukia ran out of the room, laughing.

“What happened?” Ichigo asked, eying Rukia.

She was red and could barely keep from laughing. “I…jumped on the bed…and Ishida-kun got scared and fell out the bed and hit his head on the floor!!!” She bowled over, holding her stomach laughing. Everyone else gradually joined in with her, all laughing nearly to the point of tears.

“Go to hell, all of you!” Uryuu screamed, making them laugh even harder.

“Oh shit…spin the bottle, Rukia, please,” Orihime gasped, sliding the bottle toward her. Rukia, still giggling, gave the bottle a half-hearted spin. Of course, it landed on Byakuya.

“Oooh Nisaaamaaa,” Rukia drawled, grinning devilishly, “truth or dare?”

Byakuya scowled. How did he get dragged into this? “Dare,” He said, mustering as much confidence as possible.

“I dare you to go kiss on Ichigo’s neck for ten seconds.” Rukia’s facial expression was nothing short of sinister.

“Finally, a good one!” Urahara said, sitting up straight and fanning himself. Byakuya shot him a dirty look and crawled over to Ichigo. He was slightly unnerved at the sparkly brown eyes looking at him.

“Be gentle with me…I am a weak virgin,” Ichigo said in a high pitched voice, pretending to swoon and place his hand on his forehead. Byakuya smirked. If the boy wanted to play games, he could play also.

“Call it,” The elder shinigami said, turning blue-gray eyes to Ichigo’s neck. Ichigo caught the look of lust in his eye and started to move away, but it was too late. Byakuya latched on to his neck and began kissing, licking, and sucking, making Ichigo’s toes curl in his shoes. He opened his mouth in silent ecstasy as he felt Byakuya’s teeth scrape against his neck. He wound his fingers through the lustrous locks of the Sixth Division taicho’s head, pulling him down further on his neck. They both fell over, Byakuya’s hands planted themselves on either side of Ichigo’s head as he assaulted the creamy teenage flesh with his tongue and lips. It was bliss.

“As much as I hate to say it, time is up,” Rukia said with a smug voice. Byakuya pulled himself from off of Ichigo, chuckling at the stars in the boy’s eyes. He had not at all minded kissing Ichigo; he was very warm and smelled good. The hands massaging his scalp was a nice bonus also.

Ichigo whimpered and turned over on his side toward Orihime. She looked at him and covered her mouth, laughing.

“Kurosaki-kun has a boner! Gross!” She shrieked, trying to climb over Urahara to get away from him.

“Shut up, Bimbo-chan.” Ichigo was pissed, but mainly because it was true. Byakuya’s lips were hot and amazing, and if there was no one else in the room, there would be no end to the nasty things that would happen between them.

“I believe that the score is now 2 to 1, is that right, Kurosaki Ichigo?”

Ichigo glared upwards at Byakuya, who was standing over him. The older man smirked and stepped carefully over him to walk outside. Ichigo turned scarlet red and started to hurl an insult, when he noticed something glistening in the light on Byakuya’s forehead.

He had made him sweat. He smiled in satisfaction.




A/N: I think there will be one more chap at the party and then back to the Seireitei and more meat of the story. Hope you guys are still loving it. And 3 cheers for Ikkaku's nekkid booty!