A Touch of Insanity

Three months had gone by. Three months of watching and waiting. Three months and hope started to fade.

The war still raged, though with less intensity than before. People, hollows, shinigami, arrancar, all fell one by one.

And the hope that one person had represented now withered as there was no sign of recovery. Kurosaki Ichigo lay as still as death, hooked up to the many machines that kept him alive.

The attacker from months before was never caught and the substitute shinigami never woke.

“I think it’s clear that he will not wake. His family should be notified and allowed to make the final decision on our substitute shinigami.” Yamamoto informed the captains gathered in front of him.

Sad eyes from nearly every captain present acknowledged the decision and accepted it.

“No protest Kurotsuchi-taicho?” Kyoraku Shunsui drawled.

Everyone turned to the twelfth division captain.

“Why should I? It’s not like you would let me experiment on the boy anyway. Though I guess he would still be an interesting test subject despite his condition.” He tapped on his painted face with a finger as if in thought.

“Moving on…” Yamamoto continued their meeting.

The fourth, sixth, eighth, and thirteenth division captains had their doubts about their strange colleague but held their tongues.

…

“Daddy, what is wrong with Ichigo? Why won’t he wake?” Yuzu in all her innocence asked.

“Why my beautiful daughter, I as the super doctor I am, will do my best to find out.” Ishin said in a goofy tone but the strained lines around his mouth belied his smile. He led them through the corridors of the fourth division with confidence and purpose.

Karin just stoically followed along. Her searching eyes looking to see if she can spot any familiar faces. Her brother’s disappearances were only recently explained to her and she wondered how many people she actually knew were shinigami.

‘Who knew goat-face could be serious enough to become a captain class shinigami?’ she snorted to herself.

They were met at the doorway of the guarded room by Kuchiki Rukia and Unohana-taicho.

“Rukia-san!” Yuzu ran up to the other girl and hugged her.

“Yuzu...” Rukia started, “I’m sorry.”

“My third daughter! Don’t be so sad. Ichigo is strong, he’ll be just fine.” Ishin butted in. “Let’s go see him. I’m sure all he needs is a swift kick to get him going again.”

Inside lay the orange haired teen, wired to all kinds of machines and tubes leading from his mouth and nose.

Ishin allowed the girls to go to their brother first. Karin and Yuzu held each other’s hand as they reached to take Ichigo’s. Doing the thing that twins do best, they gasped at the same time and let him go. They backed away together and rushed to their father.

“What is it Yuzu? Karin?”

“That is not Ichi-nii.” Karin said firmly.

“Where is onii-san? He looks like Ichi-nii but that’s not him.” Yuzu said.

Ishin moved forward and touched his son. A frown marred his brow.

“Now girls, your brother is in a coma and has been for some time. Maybe he seems a little strange to you because he is hooked up to so many machines.”

Quickly Isshin ushered them out of the room, motioning Unohana and Rukia.

“Rukia-chan, would you look after the girls while I make the arrangements with Unohana-taicho to take Ichigo home?” At Rukia’s nod, Retsu led the way to her office.

“Now, what is the matter Isshin?” The taicho gestured for him to sit in the chair by her desk.

“That is not Ichigo that is lying in that bed. The girls were right. Whoever that is, that person is not my son.”

“His energy signature is a little off but considering what he has been through that is not surprising.” She tried to calm the man.

“No. I can tell, and I am telling you now that that is not Ichigo!” Isshin insisted. “A man ought to know his own offspring and I may not be the best parent out there, but I am telling you Retsu that that is not my boy!”

The medical taicho sighed.

“I feared as much.”

“You feared! What the hell is going on?”

“You were told about the attack a few months ago?” She folded her hands together on the desk in front of her.

“Yes, Kisuke said that Ichigo would be put into a medically induced coma for a week. After Ichigo was brought here, not even three days went by and he was stabbed by some unknown assailant.” Isshin ran a hand over his tired face.

“Well after that incident, I started to note some things. His reiatsu would fluctuate and seem off, different. Then I examined his body closer. There are scars that seem like they don’t belong. One example would be the slice he took from Aizen when rescuing Kuchiki Rukia. Inoue-san had healed that wound so there should be little or no mark but there is. Calluses that you would not normally think about, like from the use of a pencil from years of school work, are not there. His body itself, I cannot say exactly what is off about it but my instincts say it is not one that has ever held true life.” She leaned back as she revealed what she suspected. “Unless there is another scientist that could rival Aizen Sousuke or Urahara Kisuke, the only one that could have done this is Kurotsuchi. I have reported my suspicions to Yamamoto Soutaicho but have had no proof.”

Isshin scowled. “I will find a way Retsu. Mark my words, if that man has my son, there is no place in any world that he can go that I won’t find him. Any harm he has inflicted, I will repay upon him a hundred fold.”

“I am sure you will Isshin.” Her blue eyes were hard and he could see how scary she could be.

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(Ichigo’s Journal)

I had another fit today. I never remember what I do during the fit, but I do know that it is usually not good.

When I woke, the room was a mess. Luckily I had been brought to a training room. Aizen had wanted to know if I remembered how to fight.

Eventually, after getting beat up a bit by Aizen, I remembered Zangetsu. I was elated to remember him and he greeted me with happiness in return.

As we continued to spar, the world seemed to spin. I heard another voice coming from my throat, screaming out a challenge and then the world went black.

When I came too, like I said, the room was a mess. Pillars were smashed into rubble and scars were engraved into the floor and wall.

Aizen was holding tight to me, his hair mussed, and a trickle of blood ran down his face. He looked so beautiful to me in that moment. I didn’t think and just acted.

The kiss was so … so… How do you describe a feeling that just overwhelms? I tried to keep it chaste but he did not allow that. Should I blame it on the adrenaline from the fight?

His tongue swept my mouth and fought with my own tongue. Of course he would be the dominant one, the one to win over me. The fire that filled my body… there are no words adequate enough to describe it.

I somehow knew that I had never done this before with man or woman but I did not fear it. His sword calloused hands felt rough on my skin but brought so much pleasure.

With every touch and kiss, we undressed each other. His body to me was like looking at a work of art. The broad shoulders, the defined muscles, and the golden skin all entranced me.

I was tentative about where I could touch but he had the patience to allow me to explore him to my heart’s content.

Running my lips down his neck with my warm breath tickling his skin, and hearing his moan, I felt consumed by these feelings.

I did not know if I loved this man but I did know that I wanted him and I knew I would not regret having my first time with Aizen.

I licked the skin around his nipple and then ran my tongue over the bud. The differing texture was interesting and the taste of his skin, addicting. I wanted more of that taste and I wanted to hear him moan some more.

Traveling down his stomach, licking and sucking on that wonderful skin, I came to his erection.

I studied him a little. He was larger than me. Running my hand over him brought a groan that had me doing it again. A bead of moisture formed at the tip and I had to taste, to see if it was as addicting as his skin.

Running my tongue over the tip, he twitched his hips a little and another moan escaped him, encouraging me to keep going. Taking him into my mouth was exciting and arousing, making me ache. The way he arched up into me as I sucked on him and the sounds that he allowed himself to make, oh god I wanted him.

He pulled me off and rolled me to my back. Aizen looked into my eyes as he spread my legs and started to push in. His eyes were darkened with lust to that near black of dark chocolate. As I winced at the burn, he grabbed my own erection and started to pump.

The pain was nothing. The pleasure of being filled overrode any fear or desire to stop. This was something I never realized I needed.

I relaxed into the pleasure. I allowed myself to let go and be taken care of. I allowed this man to take my body and placed trust in him that he would not hurt me.

He kissed me, devoured me. His fingers pinched my nipples and his lips soon followed to lick and bite.

With every thrust into my body, an overwhelming pleasure consumed me. This, this was something that I don’t know if anyone else can give me.

When the final convulsion of pleasure crashed over me and I came, not only did he follow right behind, he gave me a gift more precious than anything.

In my broken world, for the first time I felt whole and complete.