What She Needs

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Nanao was floating, her body was almost nonexistent as she fought to open her eyes. But they wouldn’t move as a shaft of lightening seemed to arc along her body. It moved fast through the darkness that enveloped her. Distantly she seemed to feel something slice her chest, in a almost dizzying trance she couldn’t focus, couldn’t move against the pain she knew she should feel. But everything just got lost in the running lines of fire that made her moan and gasp with mounting pleasure. The darkness surrounded her, leaving her blind to everything. Somewhere distant, deep in her subconscious she knew what she should be feeling. Realistically knew she should care about the blood she was sure was falling from her body. This conscious part of her mind was pushed back and overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the intense jolts that bolted through her nerves, encasing her in a sensory overload.

He stood above her his Kyoka dragging down her ribs as he shivered in heat watching blood drip from the thin cuts he made in her body. He had all four of his women spread out naked on the pile of pillows and blankets he had in his cave.

Under Kyoka’s power, he let his reiatsu run along their nerves, like lines of lightening. He aroused them with his energy keeping them on the cusp of sexual completion as he droved them wild. Under his control, they couldn’t come, couldn’t move, couldn’t feel anything but the pleasure he filled them with. It was a clever trick. They would feel nothing but intense pleasure as he cut them up. Nothing but mindless desire and ecstasy and it would overwhelm their bodies making them blind to the pain. Every move he made would be lost in the thousands of nervous shocks he pulsed into their bodies. He didn’t like the screams they made in pain, he breathed their pleasure, he loved the way they shrieked in passion. He loved hearing their voices moan and roar around him with every slice he made along their beautiful skin, every rivulet of blood made them gasp for more.

He stared almost drunk on their feminine voices down at the writhing bodies before him. They were truly beautiful arching helplessly against the blankets, their bodies flushed and nipples taut, undulating in need. He listened to their pleasure filled voices as they fought for a completion he denied them, fought for the end only he could give them.

But he denied them, he would torture them deliciously, mount each one and only after he had finished with them would he give them their climaxes. And with it death.

To be present, to be deep within a woman as she experiences this mind shattering climax and the wave of death was so exquisite. The rush was so intense it always threatened to knock him out. It was the moment of perfection, the closest any one person could be to another. To be the cause of such pleasure and pain, to be the only witness to her soul’s disintegration and pleasure…there was no other way…it was the pinnacle…. the apex of completion akin to the glory of godliness.

He panted as pleasure grew in his groin, his sword moving from the gentle, shallow cuts in Nanao’s shivering belly to hover over the large breasts Matsumoto had arching up off the ground in a silent plea for touch. And touch her he did with the cool metal of his blade. He sliced Kyoka straight across the blond’s nipples, his cock tightening and dripping with pre-ejaculation as he bent down to lick the blood that welled up from her bleeding breasts.

He would take his pleasure from these women first before he focused on the virgins. Virgins were special, they deserved his complete attention as he would be their first and their last.

Matsumoto was delirious with need as fiery jagged trails of pleasure ran along her body, within her body. She couldn’t move, couldn’t concentrate past it. The sensations were so amplified that she hung mindlessly on the razor’s edge of completion. Just barely there, she rolled her body as ragged cries of desire wrenched their way out of her throat, a keening wailing scream of utter need.

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Move Move MOVE Rukia RUKIA RUKIA MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE

Renji fought passed the thin breaths of air he could take. He had to move, had to save Rukia. He just had to save her.

“I’ll have my big cock deep in your little brunette’s body.” He heard reverberating around his mind as red enveloped his vision. He had to MOVE

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Ikkaku was pissed as he threw his uniform on. He moved quickly out of his room taking to the rooftops as he headed towards 8th Division to find out why the hell Nanao wasn’t currently underneath him and moaning in pleasure.

Leaping rooftops he skidded to a stop as he ended up before the prone body of the 8th Division captain.

“Kyoraku-taicho” Ikkaku nodded respectfully at the man who was sprawled out on the roof of his division’s office gazing at the glittering stars overhead.

“Hmmmm?” His lazy voice drifted up before he turned his head slightly “Ikkaku-san how can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you knew where Nanao-fukutaicho is.” He waited as one dark eye cracked open to take in the man standing a few feet away, his hands respectfully clasped behind him.

“What business do you have with my lieutenant?” He asked slowly, both eyes sliding open to take stock of 11th Division’s Third Seat.

“She was suppose’ to meet up with me tonight and she hasn’t, an’ it’s unlike her so I came to find out why.” Ikkaku answered clearly with no blushing or telltale sign, it sounded like any ordinary meeting but it wouldn’t, couldn’t fool one of the oldest captains in the Gotei 13.

“Was she now, how long have you been meeting up?” Kyoraku asked his voice devoid of any emotion as he controlled the jealous anger in his belly as it became all too clear who Nanao had been seeing.

“Almost a week” Ikkaku answered unashamed as he wondered what any of this had to do with where the woman was.

Nodding in agreement, Kyoraku closed his eyes again desperately fending off the clawing need to bury his fist in Ikkaku‘s face. “I wouldn’t know where she is, she left much earlier for some reason or another, said she had something to do.”

Ikkaku narrowed his eyes as things didn’t seem to add up. “Taicho…are you sure?”

Shunsui Kyoraku looked at the other man in light of the concerned sound in his voice. “Yes I am, why, do you think something is amiss?”

“Not really, I just can’t seem to find her, things don’t seem to be makin‘ sense, but maybe she’s with a friend or something” Ikkaku muttered as he thanked the captain and moved to go.

“Have you been able to sense her reiatsu?” Kyoraku asked as he released some of his own energy to probe the atmosphere for her familiar aura.

“Not particularly” Ikkaku spoke over his shoulder “I’ll just look around for her then.” He left, as the 8th Division captain sat up concentrating, he sought out Nanao’s familiar reiatsu. After releasing his pent up energy and feeling it hit the barrier around Soul Society and further through Rukongai, he stood up uneasily.

He had never been unable to sense his lieutenant and this new development was decidedly uncomforting.
He left his rooftop perch in search of Ukitake. If his old friend couldn’t sense her as well then he would take action. There was no satisfactory reason for his lieutenant to be shielding her reiatsu and even if she was, he could easily overpower her and force her to reveal herself, just the weight of his own aura was enough to compel hers to show itself. The fact that he couldn’t meant either she was completely shielded by someone extremely powerful, she was using some arcane gadget of Kisuke Urahara’s, or…unacceptable…she was dead.

The goofy captain Urahara had left Soul Society years ago but his trinkets were still around causing trouble just like he used to. That business of Soul experiments that would have accumulated in Kisuke’s execution was still fishy, Kyoraku had never been able to get to the bottom of that particular mess, he just couldn’t believe the accusations especially knowing the old 12th captain as he did but now was not the time for that.

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“Damn it” Zaraki Kenpachi growled as he wandered around Soul Society once again lost. Should have brought Yachiru he looked around at the stupid similarity of everything. He had gone to 10th Division in search of Matsumoto but she wasn’t there and her captain hadn’t known where she was so now he was wandering around trying to find the woman so he could help her out with her captain’s orders.

“Damn it” he muttered again as he passed through another set of intersections that looked just like every other one he had come across. Walking through it he slowed down as a familiar coppery scent reached his nose from off down to the right.

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Rukia was choking on the onslaught of sensations she had never experienced before. Her body was on fire as she tried to move passed it. Trying to think as she fell back under the waves of disconnection she was floating on. Detached, she almost felt like a separate person feeling the tip of blade slice down her chest between her small breasts. It was a unique distinction, she knew it should hurt, knew she should be able to feel it. The sensations registered vaguely getting lost in the spitfire vortex that rolled through her veins. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think as she bucked against the invisible hands that seemed to burn along her skin.

He was laughing. Insane peals of high pitched laughter as he rubbed his erection in his hand. Rubbing it as he watched the blood run down their bodies from the hundreds of shallow cuts he had carved into the writhing bodies of the women below him.

They were so far gone within his power that he could slit their throats without them ever knowing or even feeling it. He laughed again as he stroked himself intoxicated with their bodies, their voices. His black eyes gleamed with hellish red undertones as his exaggerated mouth opened wide to release disturbing howls of laughter. The feminine bodies before him panting and moaning, shrieking, screaming in need. Their flushed faces the only part of their bodies free of violence but even so blood was splattered across their cheeks lewdly. Groaning mid laugh he erupted over their bodies. Finishing himself, he laughed again watching his sticky white essence glisten over their twisting bodies amid their heavy voices echoing around him.

Sex, violence, blood and bodies spinning together with intensity as Kyoka loomed behind them all, glittering with a gleaming grotesque white beneath the crimson blood that dripped from her tip, the orange glow from the candles surrounding the room, filled the cavern with dark shimmering reds and purples, oranges reflecting off the pools of blood that collected in the dips and curves of the blankets, the cavern was almost surreal with the sounds and colors and darkness that warped within it.

Hefting his sword again he moved towards them, readying himself. This time every cut would be deeper, every slice would bleed more. He loved the feeling of his beautiful, beautiful Kyoka slipping between flesh, loved the way she rent skin and muscle. She would resonate with blood before he was done. He stepped forward, moving onto stage two.

kYoKA, yOU’rE tHe onLy WomMAn FOr mE he adoringly looked down at his blade before plunging it into Isane’s arching body. His cock beginning to harden once again with the feeling of the willowy woman’s pale skin dissolving beneath his Kyoka.

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Zaraki moved down to the right as the smell of blood intensified. He followed the twangy reek as a dropped, hunched figure came into view. Moving faster he reached the folded body of Abarai Renji.

The redhead was breathing shallowly as blood pooled beneath him from a large gash in his chest. The 6th Division Lieutenant was almost dead as he looked up with glassy eyes, his body shuddering. Immediately lifting the fallen lieutenant in his arms, Zaraki staunched the thick bleeding in his chest with his hand. Quickly leaping onto the rooftops he looked for 4th Division. He hurried Renji towards the relief station in hopes of saving the man’s life. Landing noisily in front of the building he entered swiftly as a group of night staff approached him. Gently taking Abarai-fukutaicho from him, three healers moved him away while a fourth one asked him what had happened.

Shrugging his shoulder, he told them how he had found the lieutenant before leaving. This stinks like shit he thought as he made his way down the steps, heedless of the redhead‘s blood all over his uniform. Why would Abarai have been stabbed then left for dead?

Who did the stabbin’ ? “Bah” He hated thinking but this didn’t look good, almost like the Aizen thing all over again. Someone turns up stabbed and panic runs through Soul Society. Narrowing his eyes, he continued looking for the illusive Rangiku Matsumoto even as he felt an iota of what might be construed as concern if one looked at it just the right way, worry that he might find her the same way he found Abarai.

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The healers bent over Renji’s stretched out body as they tried to heal him, tried to stop the blood flow and release his paralyzed limbs. But nothing they did seemed to take any effect and the lieutenant was fast loosing this battle as the core of his body began to shut down, began to complete the cycle of death.

Move MOVE Renji tried as he panicked, his mind shuddering in and out of consciousness…darkness eating at the edges of his thoughts and perceptions.

Rukia

“I’ll have my big cock deep in your little brunette’s body.”

NO NO NO MOVE MOVE DAMN IT! BODY MOVE!

Hanataro shook his head tiredly as nothing he tried made any difference. Seeing that if they delayed any longer Renji was surely going to die he ran out of the room hurrying towards his captain. Reaching her room, he knocked loudly.

“Unohana-taicho! Unohana-taicho, Abarai-fukutaicho-san was stabbed and some strange poison is killing him, none of the night staff can help hi---” Hanataro broke off as his captain opened her door swiftly. Nodding to her 7th seat squad member, Retsu moved quickly towards the relief station listening as Hanataro ran practically on her heels telling her everything the night staff had tried to save the lieutenant.

Sweeping into the room, she ran glowing hands over the prone redhead’s body seeking out the causes of his condition.

“Hanataro-kun please call Isane-fukutaicho-san here.” She spoke softly as she locked onto the poisonous energy running throughout Renji’s body. Nodding he hurried again from the room intending to get the lieutenant.

Retsu focused her energy on the venom as she tried to identify it. It seemed like a condensed liquid chiefly constructed with energy and some Nightshade flower properties. Finding the largest concentration of poison, she forced her energy into it breaking apart the reiatsu that held the substances together.

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“Isane-fukutaicho!” Hanataro called repeatedly at her door but silence answered him. Worried about Renji, he pushed at the door surprised as it opened easily. Glancing around he realized that she wasn’t there and hurried to the office in hopes of finding her. Where the lieutenant could be so late at night baffled the younger man.

He searched the whole division before returning as quickly as he could to his captain. Seeing her in deep concentration, he opted to keep quiet as the oppressive smell of Nightshade filled the room. The cloying scent giving him a headache as his captain funneled her energy into the redhead, trying to dilute the poison enough so that it wouldn’t kill him.

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Kyoraku eyed his friend concerned as Jushiro shook his head negatively. “I can’t sense her anywhere. Kyo why can’t I sense Nanao-san?”

“I don’t know Shiro, I’ve been trying to find her ever since Ikkaku came around wondering where she was.”

“Ikkaku?” The white haired captain asked curiously. “Ah yeah, he’s who Nanao’s been running off every night to be with.”

“Ikkaku…?” He asked again disbelieving, his dark eyes wide.

“Yeah but Shiro…I have to find my lieutenant.” Kyoraku spoke seriously

“I agree.”

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Retsu sighed deeply as she finally relaxed her tense shoulders. All night long she had forced her reiatsu into the poisonous substance and little by little it had separated from the lieutenant’s body becoming a loose liquid which she had extracted and it now sat in a closed jar on the table, a thick red liquid with glowing reiatsu particles floating within it. The healing had taken a considerable amount of time, leaving the Captain Healer tired but before her Renji lay unconscious as his body slept under powerful healing herbs that now sat on the deep wound in his chest.

Whose is this power? Retsu wondered as she sat down in a chair drinking a much appreciated glass of water Hanataro handed her. Dawn filling the room with an opaque glow as it hit the heavy blinds.

“Unohana-taicho I couldn’t find Isane-fukutaicho anywhere” he told her “I even searched for her reiatsu like you taught me but I just couldn’t find a trace of her anywhere within Soul Society.”

Looking concerned, Unohana mustered up her already well used energy and cast it out in a wave searching for her lieutenant. The action took longer then she would have liked but eventually she came up with the same response, either her lieutenant was dead or hidden behind a barrier.

Frowning she stood up and left the room, the sun glittering softly in the early hours. Standing outside she tried once more to find her lieutenant and when that method failed, the calm captain began speaking, reiatsu building at her hands as black lines shot from her palms up her arms disappearing into her sleeves.

“Tentei Kura, binding spell 77”

“Acquisition” Retsu spoke clearly as all around Soul Society, nine captains were awakened with her voice.

“Good morning captains, sorry for waking you but Abarai-fukutaicho has been attacked and Kotetsu-fukutaicho is currently missing. I urge you to find out where your lieutenants are and if you see any trace of Isane Kotetsu-san please let me know. There is some sort of barrier around her reiatsu that not even I can break or locate.”

Disconnecting, Unohana returned to her office intending to check up on Isane’s room for any indication of her whereabouts.

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“Renji, Isane, and Nanao” Jushiro spoke as he looked meaningfully at Kyoraku “I think a captain’s meeting is in order.”

Sure enough nine Hell Butterflies descended around Soul Society delivering summons. The butterflies told every captain to account for everyone in his squad, note anyone missing or anything suspicious and report to a mandatory captains’ meeting to commence in one hour’s time.

Nodding to Ukitake, Shunsui returned to his squad but other than Nanao, everyone was present and grumbling about being up so early.

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Yamamoto Genryuusai, Captain General of the Gotei 13 was sitting at the head of his Division’s main meeting room waiting as nine captains entered.

Seeing them all present he turned to one of the oldest captains. “Unohana-taicho please explain in detail the announcement you made this morning.”

“Hanataro-kun awoke me late in the night asking me to see to Abarai-fukutaicho who had been deeply stabbed and suffering a poisonous paralysis of the body. The nature of the poison was chiefly reiatsu and a few components of the Nightshade flower. The method of poisoning is hard to construct much less maintain and it caused me a bit of difficulty to unravel. The poison is similar in nature to that of Ashisogi Jizo but more complex as it utilizes its controller’s reiatsu and a foreign substance. I believe that the poison must have been administered to Abarai-fukutaicho through the chest wound most likely made from a zanpakuto.

During the healing, I asked Hanataro-kun to summon Kotetsu-fukutaicho-san but he was unable to find her. I then tried several times to locate her reiatsu but was unable to as well.”

“Captains” Yamamoto addressed them after Unohana had finished. “what are your findings?”

The first to speak was Shunsui Kyoraku as he reported his lieutenant missing followed by Toshiro Hitsugaya who told them Matsumoto was missing as well. Jushiro Ukitate was the last to speak saying that he had been unable to find Kuchiki Rukia.

“Hmmm…four lieutenants targeted, one squad member. When was the last time you saw your lieutenant Kyoraku-taicho”

“I saw her yesterday, she finished the reports and was heading out on her own business.”

“Do you know to where she was going?”

“For certain, no.” He answered calmly as worry began to build in his mind.

“Where do you believe she was headed?” Yamamoto worked on collecting as many details as he could.

“To 11th Division.”

“For what purpose?”

To get laid “Most likely to meet with Madarame Ikkaku”

“And this is where you lost contact with her?”

“Yes”

“Do you know if she ever made it there?”

“She didn’t since Ikkaku came to see me later wondering where she was. After that I tried to sense her reiatsu. It’s completed shielded, I can find no trace of her.”

Nodding, Yamamoto turned to Toshiro, “Hitsugaya -taicho when did you last see you lieutenant?”

“In the office, we were discussing preparations for going into the Real World. Abarai-fukutaicho was there as well.” Toshiro answered as he tried to think of where in the world Matsumoto had ended up.

“Did anyone see either lieutenant after that?”

“I did” Kenpachi Zaraki spoke “I came across Abarai mostly dead about 5 blocks from 4th Division. I didn’t see anything around the area but I didn’t stay long either.”

“What of Kotetsu-fukutaicho?”

“I left her in the main relief station office for training.” Retsu Unohana answered, Yamamoto then turned to Jushiro Ukitake “Kuchiki Rukia?”

“I last saw her in the early morning yesterday but Kiyone-chan and Sentaro-kun assure me that she had been present up until late evening when Kiyone-chan says she left in direction of the 6th Division.”

“For what purpose?” The Captain-general asked as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“Probably to meet with Abarai-kun” he answered as Yamamoto turned to Byakuya. “Kuchiki-taicho did you
see or sense her arrival?”

“I did not” The noble answered smoothly. The air in the room was quickly building from curiosity to concern as things didn’t seem to fit and the strange absence of their always present lieutenants was enticing a general unease into the captains.

“All four squad members must have been kidnapped late last night en route to somewhere else and are currently being shielded behind a powerful reiatsu that completely blocks out their own. Hmm…”

“Has Abarai-fukutaicho said anything Unohana-taicho?”

“He is still recovering I doubt he will awake today. The poison in his body had high quantities of energy, I believe if the Department of Research and Development can break it down into pure reiatsu particles, it is possible to track the one who attacked Abarai-fukutaicho and most likely kidnapped the women.” Retsu spoke professionally.

Yamamoto seemed to think for a moment before he turned to Soifon.

“Soifon-taicho have squads search for any evidence of the four missing women” he then turned to Kurotsuchi Mayuri. “Have the Research and Development break down the poison Unohana-taicho has.” Receiving a nod from Mayuri, he addressed the rest of the captains “To all of you, keep an eye on your squads and make sure to note anyone who goes missing. Maintain vigilance, we will await Abarai-fukutaicho for any more evidence. For now all we can do is search. Soifon-taicho dispatch squads to Rukongai as well. We must find them.”

Yamamoto dismissed the meeting as he turned to his own lieutenant. “Chojiro-san dispatch squads to search each division including our own as we may have yet another traitor in our midst.” His aged voice filled with mild disgust at the possibility.

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Isane shuddered as she felt the bite of a blade in her belly but the feeling was so warped and faded that it was quickly washed away by the vibrations through her nervous system. It felt as if molten steel had been poured through her veins, electrifying as it hit every sensitive spot on her body, intensifying and increasing the pleasure she felt rolling through her body. Distantly she knew she should scream in pain but nothing except pure, unadulterated need filled her mind.

She was so disconnected and at the same time overwhelmed with the sensations that jolted over her body as she bucked and writhed in an effort to finish the building pressure in her body.

Braced over Rukia’s petite body, he towered over her with a foot on either side of her arching hips. The other women were nearly completely covered with blood as the deeper gashes bled heavily. They would have bled to death if not for the control he had over Kyoka. With his zanpakuto, he was given complete control of his victims’ nervous system and Kyoka was a kido based blade. She enveloped the victim in a shroud of illusions giving him the power to control another person’s mind and body fully and completely.

The only draw back to his beautiful sword was the intensive preparation that went into her. Kyoka had to be introduced to the future victim and then charged for an entire day with his energy. Then he had to make the victim acknowledge him and Kyoka through the illusion before she could completely take over the victim’s mind. It was truly a flawless blade with an inescapable technique. Unless the victim realized exactly what was happening, she could never break Kyoka’s hold.

However once realization was reached then she was fairly easy to break free from. But he would keep those women so overwhelmed with pleasure that they would never be able to figure it out much less survive his power.

SOon KYokA, yOu anD I wILl sEE tHEsE wOmEN rEaCh thEIr hIgHEST pEaK!
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Is he a nut or is he a NUT...Will our aspiring heros figure it out and save our ladies before its too late? What about Renji will he wake up in time to be of any use or will his unconsciousness spell complete DOOM for everyone. What will Kyoraku do in light or this situation, more to the point what will Ikkaku do? Who will save Isane? Will anyone catch this crazie before its too late for everyone?

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