Warning! In this chapter, there will be carnage, torture, and possibly rape. If you don’t want to read it, I’ll indicate where it starts, and where it ends. At the end of the chapter will be a note summarizing what you need to know. Thank you!

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Kika looked out over the expanse of Hueco Mundo, idly wondering what it was that her sister was doing. Little wretch. She’d probably been acting buddy-buddy with the Shinigami in Seireitei. Kika was almost tempted to show up there, disguised as Enmaki, and claim that her sibling was an imposter. Just to see what kind of reaction she would get. It would be interesting, to say the least.

A groan emitted from the bed behind her and Aizen sat up. He quirked a brow at her when she turned to him. “I believe I’ll be healing for quite a while after that.” He commented.

Kika smirked. “You goaded me, dearest. Still, I wonder what Byakuya-kun’s up to?”

He scowled slightly, which amused her greatly. “I don’t particularly care for that righteous, noble fool.” He said, venom in his voice.

Kika turned back to the large bay window, a satisfied smile on her lips. Such had been the way of things since she’d become a Captain. Little Sousuke and Byakuya always fighting for her attention, though the ‘righteous, noble fool’, as Aizen put it, had pulled off the whole ‘I don’t care what you think of me’ thing a lot better. It had always been an act. And he hadn’t really thought about the fact that she might know.

Now he probably hated her. That didn’t deter her much, however. In the end, she would always get what she wanted. And she wanted his heart in the palm of her hand. Quite literally, if possible. She wanted revenge. But then, wasn’t that what the saying ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ meant?

Kika’s satisfied smile turned into a cruel smirk. “You needn’t worry, Sousuke-kun. I want him for his heart, not his body.”

She could feel his frown even though she wasn’t looking as he spoke. “Isn’t that backward?”

“No. I quite literally want his heart, all bloody and dead, in my palm. Do you think his blood would taste good? I’ll get the wear-abouts of my zanpakutou from him first. Poor Meichishio Enzeru.” She purred.

A soft snort was her only warning before he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Really?” He chuckled. “I don’t care much for drinking blood.”

“Hm. You never did, dearest.”

He pulled her with him back to the bed. “Let me start with your’s.”

-

Gendou looked out over Hueco Mundo much in the same way his mistress had been. He pouted. “Where’s some food when you need it?” He grumbled. He then looked at Grimmjow, who was glaring at Yammy, who was pouting in the general direction of Yylfordt. Who was eating a cracker. Gendou rolled his eyes and tossed his blue ponytail, which he had been trying to braid with little success, over his shoulder. What was with these weirdos? The only one that had even been particularly engaging had left with that Shinigami, Gin. What was his name again? Oh, yes. Ulquiorra. Emo fag.

Gendou sighed and stood. If Kika hadn’t run off with that other Seireitei traitor, he’d be eating now. Well, he could always improvise.

With a hungry grin, Gendou turned to the other arrancar. “Who wants food? I’ll take whoever for dinner.”

-

Ichigo wondered just how he’d ended up in the Kuchiki mansion, drinking tea with his father, Byakuya, and Rukia. Oh, and Renji, but he wasn’t all that noteworthy. The weirdest part, though, was that Isshin and Byakuya were discussing what had happened on ‘that fateful day’, as they kept calling it. The discussion itself wasn’t the strange part, however. It was the fact that they’d known each other before.

“’Nii-sama?” Rukia asked.

Byakuya turned his head to look at her. “Hai?”

“Um… What were you like, er, back when you two knew each other.”

He paused, thinking it over. “Naïve.” He finally said.

Isshin snorted. “And hormonal. Don’t forget hormonal. As I recall, you had quite the crush on…” He trailed off and shrugged, as if who didn’t matter.

Byakuya snorted. “Hardly. I didn’t care one way or the other. She turned out to be a fake, anyway.”

“I’m wounded, little Byakuya.” A seductive voice purred from the shadows to Ichigo’s right.

Byakuya and Isshin were on their feet in record time, their now spilled tea forgotten. Well, Isshin’s. They both held out zanpakutou, Ichigo was surprised to find. He himself stood at the same time as Rukia and Renji, pulling their own zanpakutou from their respective places.

Byakuya growled lightly as Isshin spoke calmly. “Why don’t you stop hiding in the shadows, Yasuraka-sama, and show yourself?”

Byakuya tensed as the most beautiful woman Ichigo had ever seen stepped out of the shadows that had hidden her. She couldn’t be described as hott, as any random teenager would be so callous to say. No. She was beautiful, no less. She reminded Ichigo of an angel with her powder-blue eyes, golden hair, and oval-shaped face. She had a prominent nose, showing her noble heritage, and her brows were thin. Not the kind of thin you get when you pluck them, but the kind you gain naturally. It would suffice to say that her image took the substitute Shinigami’s breath away.

She smiled, her eyes on Byakuya. “I missed you, little Byakuya. I suspect you’ve faired well?” She arched one of those thin, golden brows.

“You should not have come, Yasuraka Kika.” He growled.

She pouted. “Well, you see, I have a little problem I was hoping you could help me with.” She smiled once more. “You remember an item I told you long ago to keep in a safe place? Well, I need her back. I’ve missed Enzeru terribly, and I can feel her calling to me.”

Byakuya’s glare intensified. “I see you wasted no time in toying with Aizen.”

She been turning away to walk down a hallway, but stopped at his words. She turned back. “Hm? Oh, yes. His blood is sufficient.” She didn’t appear to be bothered by Byakuya’s scathing remark. “Though that beautiful boy there would no doubt be interesting to behold. His hair would match perfectly with his blood.” She indicated Renji with her chin.

Renji snarled. “Shut up, bitch.” He growled.

“Oh? What a dirty mouth. Really, little Byakuya. You must train your pets better.” She smiled. “Oh, Meichishio Enzeru? Come to me, dear.” A long, gold, black and red katana appeared in her hand. She tucked it into the sash at her waist and vanished.

Only to reappear with her arms around Renji’s neck. “I think I’ll take a souvenir. Ta ta.” She stepped back into a rip in the fabric of the universe. It closed behind her.

“Renji!” Rukia screamed.

Something crashed. Those present turned to see Enmaki standing in the doorway, mouth open and face devoid of blood. Her usually crystal gray eyes were almost black. The demi-dragon on her shoulder was silent and the fukutaichou beside her looked shocked.

“Renji?” Hisagi asked, his voice choked. The silence that had descended evaporated and Rukia let out a blood-curdling scream.

No one seemed to notice the small, metal box at Enmaki’s feet.

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This is where the torture starts! Sorry, I’m a natural sadist.

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Renji awoke only to feel pain as he’d never felt before. He was chained to a wall, stripped down to his waist, with cuts all over his chest. He let out a gasp as he tried to keep from screaming. Yasuraka Kika appeared in front of him with her Hollow companion and cocked her head. “Are you in pain?”

Renji gritted his teeth, his eyes watering, and nodded. Afraid that if he talked, he’d scream, or cry, or both.

She smiled in satisfaction. “Good.” She giggled insanely. “If you weren’t, then this would be pointless.” She leaned forward and ran her tongue along one of the many jagged wounds on his torso. Her tongue was red with his blood as she pulled back and drew it into her mouth. “Mm. Gendou. His blood is… delicious.” She giggled.

Renji winced, but didn’t allow himself to open his mouth.

She reached forward with her hand and dragged her nails down the middle of his chest, creating painful wounds that bled profusely. She giggled and licked up the blood. “How would your hair look mixed with it, hmm?” She reached up and snapped his hair-tie, causing his scarlet tendrils to fall down and mingle with his blood.

And suddenly, she was sinking her teeth into his shoulder and he cried out in pain. She took a good-sized chunk out of it, the size of a half-dollar coin. She chewed the flesh and swallowed, making Renji want to vomit and cry out in despair at the same time. She was going to quite literally eat him. And then she was speaking again.

“I wonder how your little friend with the orange hair would taste?” She licked some of the blood from around her mouth.

“Don’t you dare go near Ichigo.” He growled, his voice tight as it went around the lump in his throat and through his clenched teeth.

“Oh? He does speak.” The Hollow commented dryly, watching him hungrily.

“Hai. He has quite a foul mouth. Too bad. We might have to cut out his tongue.” Kika mused.

“Well, I’m going to go find a snack while you play with your new toy. I’ll see you around.” And Renji was alone with a sadistic cannibal.

She grinned. “Time to play, eh?” She raised her zanpakutou. “Do you know what I can do with this?” She smiled. “I can make your body want me. That’s my power. Dear Enmaki has a similar attribute to her zanpakutou, as you’ve already encountered. She can take over the mind. Almost. It’s more the senses that she holds. I take over the body. What a team we could be. Enzeru? Make him want me.”

And Renji, irrationally, felt his member rise. He swallowed as she reached over and undid the cuffs. His first instinct upon release was to run and cower in fear, his second was to throttle her. But he did neither. Instead, he straightened and turned to her.

“Now, remove your clothing.” He obeyed. She walked over to a bed in the corner and beckoned him. He went to her. “Now, pleasure me.”

His mind screamed at him to run, to go in the other direction and to not look back. His body didn’t seem to be listening. He waited until she had stripped and lay down before sitting in front of her. She stretched out her legs, baring her woman hood to him. He leaned down and drew his tongue over her. She shivered. He continued. His tongue pushed it’s way into her and she arched into him. He raised his hand, using his tongue and fingers to work her sensitive nub. She writhed and he reached up and held her still with his other hand, continuing to stroke and lick her. He bit her gently.

She gasped. He pushed a second finger into her entrance and worked her methodically. She tried to writhe again, but he held her in place, pulling his hand away and replacing it with his mouth. He switched between licking, biting, and sucking. She tried so hard to writhe, but he held her firm. His body knew it was so mind-numbingly pleasuring if you couldn’t escape the feel of it. He rubbed his tongue around her entrance, then pushed it in. She groaned. He started to kiss her as if he were kissing her on the mouth. His tongue darting in and his lips moving over that sensitive place. She groaned even louder. And suddenly, she started bucking. He knew she was going through the orgasm.

He stopped as she held up a hand. She was breathing heavily. She started laughing. “Oh, my. You really are something to keep alive, aren’t you?” She grinned. “Stand.”

Renji obeyed. He followed her back to the chains and she put him back. “Bye-bye!” And she disappeared. Renji let the darkness take him.

-

The carnage is over! (For now, at least)

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Every Shinigami present, Captains, lieutenants, and third seats (and fifth and seventh in Yumichika and Hanatarou’s cases), watched as Enmaki paced back and forth along the division one meeting hall. Yamamoto would tell her every two minutes or so to stop pacing, but that didn’t seem to make a difference. She only stopped and sat when Hisagi and Gin banded together and ordered her to. And, even then, she looked anxious.

Yamamoto sighed. “Now, we need to find out how to get back Abarai-“

“I know how!” Enmaki snapped at him.

“I will not allow you to do something so drastic, Yasuraka-sama.”

“It’s Enki, got it? And Rouzeki and I are leaving to retrieve him. If anyone follows, I’ll kill them.” She gave Matsumoto and Hisagi pointed looks.

Gin cleared his throat. “Kika wan’s ya, righ’?”

The insinuation was not lost on the redhead. “Yeah…”

He looked almost thoughtful for a moment. “Then we should give ya to ‘er.”

There was silence about the room. Then, “Gin, you’re a damned genius!” Enmaki grinned. “I can’t believe I’d forgotten about that!” She smacked herself on the forehead. “But I need a sparring partner, so-“

“I’ll do it!” Zaraki volunteered quickly.

Enmaki let out an exasperated huff. “No. Someone that’s decent in both Shikai and Bankai. And not Byakuya, either. I’ve already proved that I can beat him.”

“I’ll help.” Ichigo said, sounding resigned.

Enmaki turned to him. “Kid, I’m way more than a kit like you can handle. Especially for what I have in mind.”

He snorted. “Trust me, I’m up to it.”

She smirked. “Hisagi?”

Her fukutaichou instantly straightened to attention. “Hai?”

“Tell him what I nearly did to… you know… before.” She instructed.

He paled slightly. “I’d completely forgotten.” He grinned sheepishly. “She can control the mind. I think. Or perhaps that was just giving her opponent a suggestion in their head.”

Enmaki shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. However, I have an ability Gin and I discovered while training that makes me impervious to attacks for five minutes or so. I just have to figure out how to activate it.”

Ichigo paled. “Impervious?” He squeaked.

“Hai. Wanna back out?” She grinned in an almost Zaraki-like fashion.

His eyes hardened. “No. I’m gonna help save Renji, so beat up on me as much as you need, but don’t think I won’t fight back.”

She nodded in approval. “Good. Let’s go.” And she was gone.

“Where?” Ichigo asked.

Hisagi rose. “Ichigo-san, Ichimaru-taichou, and Yamamoto-soutaichou if you so please, follow me. No one else, please.”

The four left the room.

-

Enmaki stood in the middle of the squad 9 training room, in the exact center of the mat she was on. Soon, her fukutaichou, her lover, her sparring partner, and her soutaichou would join her. She knew this. And Rouzeki knew this.

Will we be doing Bankai? The demi-dragon inquired.

“Yes.” Enmaki replied.

You’re nowhere near ready to fight her. The wise creature informed her.

“I won’t ever be. But we have no choice now. I know what she’s doing to him. I can feel his pain, his torment, his fear, all the way here in Seireitei. Kami, he’s terrified. He’s unconscious, but he’s terrified. Horrified.” She shivered at the sheer feeling of it all. At that moment in time, she hated that when she ensnared someone under her spell, even for a little while, during battle, she would be connected to them for years afterward on a subconscious level.

And his sleep was dreamless, but not blissful.

She felt their reiatsu seconds before they entered. Yamamoto, Hisagi, and Gin all took seats in the chairs by the back of the room. Enmaki turned and her eyes locked with Ichigo’s light brown ones. She snorted. “You ready, kid? We’re going straight to Bankai, ya got it?”

Ichigo’s eyes widened for a moment, but then he was nodding. “Fine.” And with no further talk, his reiatsu sky-rocketed and his eyes glowed faintly for what felt like an eternity, but was probably closer to ten mili-seconds. When the glow faded away, he was holding a small black katana and wearing a black outfit to go along with it. “Ban Kai. Tensa Zangetsu.”

Enmaki smiled slightly. She flicked her hand in the air and plucked the white and silver katana, complete with sheath, from nowhere. She’d done this so many times before, Enmaki reflected, it was almost habitual by now. No. It was habitual. Her own reiatsu encircled her and Rouzeki’s demi-dragon form. The white spiritual pressure formed a foggy barrier that no one could see through and inside it, she and Rouzeki were changing. The foggy reiatsu cleared.

“Ban Kai. Shirajirashii Rouzeki.” She murmured. She flexed her now apparent talon-like claws and popped her neck. Her now completely white eyes watched Ichigo as he watched her. She smiled, showing off fangs meant for tearing up the meat of her prey. Behind her, a ten foot tall, thirty foot long, white dragon sat, watching Ichigo with red eyes.

Ichigo’s eyes took her in, finally landing on her hair. “It’s white.” He said in awe. Everything was white. Her eyes, that had once been a filmy gray-crystal color. Her hair, that was bloody crimson before. And she had claws and, even more pressing, fangs.

She smirked. Rouzeki shifted her bulk, wrapping herself protectively around her mistress. The dragon spoke, but it was words, and Enmaki joined in, as if they were one and the same. “I am a ‘white’ dragon. It stands to reason. Will you fight us now, Kurosaki Ichigo?”

Ichigo snorted. “Duh.” And he was bolting toward her with his amazing speed. She vanished and Rouzeki’s tail wrapped around him, crushing him. He gasped as he felt ribs crack. And then he was falling. He landed on his bottom, then subsequently fell on his back. He grunted in pain. “Dammit.” He growled, then was on his feet again, ever wary of the dragon’s tail.

Rouzeki’s tail darted at him, but he avoided it. And then a pair of arms were wrapped around his shoulders, crossed over his chest. He froze. “Dammit.” He muttered.

“Do I have to teach you, little boy?” She inquired in his ear. “Or can I simply end it now?”

Ichigo squirmed in what was most probably a fatal embrace. He elbowed her hard in the stomach and she was no longer there. He dodged that tail again and caught sight of Enmaki seated on Rouzeki’s right forepaw. Yes, paw. That was the only way to describe it. Enmaki shot him an irritated look as she rubbed her stomach in discomfort. “Fine. Have it your way.”

The woman leapt off of Rouzeki and he dodged her lunge. She stopped. “Aigou.” She growled.

A keening wail split through the room and Ichigo raised his hands, Tensa Zangetsu still firmly clutched, to cover his ears only to discover that the effort was vain. The wailing seemed to seep into his very mind. He let out a scream of pain as it increased. And then, as suddenly as it had started, it was gone. He collapsed, but never quite hit the floor.

Ichigo wondered what he was lying on that seemed so… safe. He didn’t need to wonder anymore when he heard, distantly, the jealous growling from Gin on the other side of the room. He opened his eyes and saw what he thought he would. She was looking down at him with a curiously concerned look. “Guess I’m not as strong as I thought, huh?” He croaked, half jokingly.

She blinked slowly, as if processing the question, then shrugged. “I do not know.”

Ichigo nodded. “What is that? That thing you did?”

She blinked again. “My zanpakutou’s main power.”

He nodded as if that explained everything, which it probably did. And then he was on his feet again. “Let’s keep at this, then.”

She smiled at him, showing off those unbelievably frightening fangs. “I like you.” She said.

He snorted. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s GO!”

-

For the next 36 hours, they did nothing but improve each other and Enmaki was impressed with Ichigo’s determination. Gin would occasionally get jealous and he refused to leave for any small length of time. Yamamoto left twice to get some shuteye and would return the next morning. Hisagi stayed, often falling asleep in his seat and would wake up covered in a blanket that he seemed to remember covering his taichou in once. When he asked Gin about it, he always got the same answer, “Eh? Like mos’ things wit’ ‘er, it can’t be explained.”

And it couldn’t. Hisagi never got a straight answer.

Now Ichigo and Enmaki were sitting on the floor, panting and muttering about one thing or another. “Maybe we should sleep?” Enmaki suggested, her hair and everything else returning to normal.

“Eh?” Ichigo replied intelligently.

She rolled her eyes. “We can come back tomorrow and start again. Let’s go and rest.”

Despite her words, neither made a move to get up or do anything about it. Rouzeki stayed in her larger form and wrapped her tail around her mistress. You should start that suggestion by moving, Enki-chan. The dragon pointed out.

Enmaki made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat and Ichigo grunted.

It was at this time that Unohana, followed leisurely by Byakuya, entered and sighed upon seeing them. “It is time for you to rest, Yasuraka-taichou, Kurosaki-san.” She said. It was more of an order than anything else.

“We’d already established that, thanks, Retsu-chan.” Enmaki retorted. “We’re just…”

“Slow on getting to the point?” Ichigo offered from where he sat against his huge sword, which was stabbed into the ground.

Enmaki nodded quickly. “Yes. Slow on getting to the point.” She agreed.

Unohana shook her head. “Well, you need to… Yasuraka-taichou?”

Byakuya leaned forward to get a better view of the slouched girl. “I think she’s asleep.” He said finally. He looked at Ichigo. “And so is he.”

Rouzeki sighed. She always does this when sparring. She always falls asleep on the battlefield. Silly girl. The dragon shook her great head.

“Alright. Then Hisagi-fukutaichou-“

Before Unohana could finish her order, Gin had Enmaki in his arms and was heading out the door. “See ya!” He called over his shoulder.

“Who’s going to move him?” Byakuya asked. There were several looks in his direction and he sighed. “Fine.” He strode forward and hoisted the boy up onto his shoulder, then left the room.

-

When Ichigo woke, he looked around the surprisingly lavish room and wondered what dimension he was in. That is, until Rukia stuck her head in the door.

“Oi, baka! Time to get up! You’ve been out for the last day an’ a half. Come on.” She ordered, walking further into the room. Despite her bravado, there was something sad simmering just beneath the surface.

Ichigo sighed. “Come ‘ere.” He said.

She frowned. “Why?”

“Just come ‘ere!” He snapped.

She gave up with a sigh and sat on the edge of his bed and he sat up. “Rukia, I promise we’ll get ‘im back. You should see Enmaki in action. She’s amazing.” He smiled.

Rukia looked down. “I believe you. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“I can feel his pain. He’s in so much. We’ve been friends for so long that mine and his zanpakutou have acquired a spiritual bond. And therefore, him and me have that bond. Do you know what it’s like to feel that?”

Ichigo nodded. “I do. I feel that with Chad. Rukia, just don’t worry so much. We’ll get ‘im back in one piece. I promise.”

She nodded. “Okay. Yasuraka-taichou was by earlier to see how you were doing. She wanted to make sure she didn’t accidentally kill you.”

He shook his head. “As you can see, I’m quite alive. Where am I?”

“The Kuchiki mansion.” She answered automatically.

He frowned. “Naze?”

She shrugged. “You’ll have to ask ‘Nii-sama. He’s the one that brought you here.”

“Oh.”

They sat there in relative silence for a while. “So…” Ichigo ventured.

“Hai?”

“Where is he so I can ask?”

“With Unohana-taichou. I think it’s best not to disturb them…”

“Oh.”

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I know. Crappy ending. But I had to end it somewhere, right? Okay. During the… torture scene, Kika expressed an interest in tasting Ichigo’s blood. She also told Renji the ability of her zanpakutou, which is the ability to control the body. She says that, with Enmaki’s ability to control the senses, they’d be ‘quite a team’ if she were to get a hold of her sibling. In the end, he ‘pleases’ her, so she lets him live and leaves. Review!