Chapter 6: The Massacre

Kisuke's eyes blinked and slowly opened, and he found himself still lying on his back, looking up at the white ceiling in the room, but this time with Ichigo's warm, naked body draped lazily over his and the youth's head nestled beneath his chin. A slow smile crawled onto his face as he remembered Ichigo's spontaneous kiss, their admissions of love and the sweet interchange that followed. His only regret was that he'd been unable to show Ichigo the full extent of what he was feeling. His body still ached badly from his injuries, but the shopkeeper found as he took in the beautiful sight of the young man sleeping on his chest, that no matter what had been done to his body, making love with Ichigo was something he had put off and avoided for too long. The words had been said and the emotions bared, and all that was left was to take that last, fateful step.

He sank his fingers into the sleeping youth's riled hair, breathing in his pleasant scent and feeling his smile widen. He turned his head and tilted Ichigo's head back slightly, then pressed his lips to the youth's, wordlessly coaxing him out of the deep sleep he was in and back into wakefulness.

"Mmmm, Kisuke…" Ichigo murmured without opening his eyes, "Wh-what's going on? Is something happening?"

"Yeah," said Kisuke, tracing the youth's soft lips with the tip of his tongue, "Something is definitely happening."

Ichigo made a sound of surprise as the older shinigami sank into his mouth and pulled the youth's body so that it was in a more anchored position on top of him.

"Hey," Ichigo objected, trying to pull away, "Doesn't that hurt?"

"I'm fine," Kisuke assured him, kissing the youth's protests into silence, "I feel a lot better, actually."

"Maybe you do and maybe you don't," said the youth, eyeing him skeptically, "But I would bet you that Unohana taichou wouldn't approve of you trying to have sex with me while you're still…"

He gave a surprised yelp as Kisuke turned and threw him down on his back, falling on his mouth and silencing him with a flurry of hot, dizzying kisses. His hands moved over Ichigo's chest and abdomen, teasing his already erect nipples, dipping into his navel, then sliding down lower and touching him more intimately.

"Cut that out, will you?" Ichigo gasped, struggling underneath him, "You're gonna bust your stitches!"

"Let me worry about my stitches," said the shopkeeper, holding him in place and loosing another barrage of kisses on his face and throat, "You just relax and kiss me…unless you changed your mind?"

"What are you talking about?" the youth asked reprovingly, "Changed my mind? There's no way I've changed my mind, or that I ever will. I've wanted this for a really, really long time. And now that you're mine, I'm never letting you go, ever! So don't give me any crap about 'changing my mind.' I'm never going to…never."

Talk gave way to several long minutes of silent, deep kisses before Ichigo went on.

"So," he said, moving his fingers where they were entangled with the shopkeeper's and meeting the older man's gray eyes questioningly, "You want to take things all the way?"

"If I didn't, do you think I'd be lying on top of you right now? Yeah, I want to make love to you, Ichigo. I've been thinking about it for a long time and I've known I was in love with you for even longer."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Ichigo asked, smiling and kissing him again, "Why'd you wait until you almost got killed to tell me?"

Kisuke let out a long, soft sigh.

"I don't know," he said, lowering his eyes, "I don't think it was a conscious decision not to say anything. It was more of a decision by default."

He turned his head to look out the window.

"I've always tried to do what I thought were the right things, but then Aizen came along and suddenly, even the right things were made wrong. I got accused of something that I never would have done. Ichigo, they accused me of attacking my own comrades, of running illegal and unethical experiments, of doing inhuman things. I was just trying to protect them. After what Aizen did to them, the Gotei 13 would have killed those taichous and fukutaichous. I was there when the order was given, and I couldn't believe my ears. Did I break some laws then? Yeah, I sure as hell did. But I did it to save the lives of my comrades, and then I willingly paid the price for that. But the cost of having made that choice, is that the weight of Central 46's decision blew a huge hole in my heart. Maybe I didn't lose everything, but I lost something important. And then, you came along, Ichigo, and you gave it back to me. You healed my heart and you made me trust again. And I can't thank you enough for that…"

"They were stupid to believe Aizen's lies," Ichigo said softly, "And that's why once Aizen fell, once you and I sealed his powers away, the Gotei 13 and the new Central 46 lifted the ban on you returning. You know you could go back now."

"Yeah," Kisuke sighed, "I'm aware of that. But it doesn't matter that they lifted the ban. Don't you see, Ichigo? I can't trust them to make rightful decisions when it comes to the important things. And that means that I won't tie my own hands by submitting to their rules anymore even though what went before was hardly a full submission."

"So you're never gonna go back?"

"I'll visit," said Kisuke, "There are some people I haven't seen in a long time. And a few I'd love to go back and torment. But take on a taichou's position? I don't think so. Been there, done that...have the scars to prove it."

He left off for a moment, invading the youth's mouth again and exploring it deeply. Ichigo's brown eyes went hazy and his body relaxed. He sank his fingers into the shopkeeper's thick hair, moaning and writhing hotly beneath him as Kisuke's wetted fingers penetrated him and began to prepare him. Kisuke heard the very soft, unbidden sound of distress he made as he was penetrated, and then tried to cover with a louder sigh of surrender.

He paused for a moment and smiled at the youth, moving his fingers slowly to give him time to adjust.

"First time, ne?" he asked, nibbling at the youth's blushing earlobe.

"Y-yeah," admitted Ichigo, "Sorry, I'm just a little nervous is all."

"That's okay," said Kisuke, carefully continuing the preparation, then pausing again until his body relaxed, "We'll take our time. And if you want to wait, we can do that too."

"Are you kidding me?" laughed Ichigo, catching his breath as the older shinigami's fingers pleasured him, " long as we've...oh...ah, oh my god, that feels good!"

"If you're sure, then," Kisuke chuckled, probing deeply and finding the bundle of sensitive nerves inside him, "Because we don't have to go all of the way now. I'm a scientist, remember? And I've got to know something like a hundred ways to make you climax without any penetration at all."

"R-really?" panted Ichigo, blushing at the wanton sound of his voice, "J-just...ah...hah...just out of...curiosity, how many ways can you do that...with...p-penetration?"

"Couple hundred, give or take a few," laughed the shopkeeper, sliding a hand down Ichigo's soft, inner thigh and pushing his legs open wide.

Ichigo inhaled sharply, then groaned and closed his eyes as his body was breached and Kisuke's took possession of him.

"Oh god...oh god...oh god!" the youth moaned, "If I'd known it was this good I would have tried to kiss you a long time ago! Oh...oh damn, that's...ah, Kisuke? That's...oh...oh...ahhhhhh!"

"It's okay," Kisuke said, feeding him a barrage of tender, wet kisses, "It's in."

"Like I didn't know that," Ichigo panted, smiling as the shopkeeper's lips touched his sweaty forehead, "But I have to tell're pretty damned big. It feels like...OH GOD!"

He reached down and grabbed Kisuke's thrusting hips, clenching and pulling them in harder, and moaning loudly as they moved roughly against each other. The shopkeeper's mouth found his again and his tongue invaded again, thrusting inside and curling around his, teasing it into a soft, erotic dance that added intense heat to the faster, wilder motion of their hips. He groaned again as a dizzying wall of pleasure seemed to erupt in front of him, and he crashed headlong into the heartshaking, breathtaking beauty of it, exploding into orgasm with a hard, gripping scream of pure bliss. He closed his eyes and screamed again as Kisuke climaxed, and incredible heat seemed to swell everywhere at once inside him.

The room seemed to fill with blinding light, and Ichigo's body was overcome and left shaking and left undone beneath the exhausted man on top of him. Kisuke gave a handsome, sated moan and collapsed onto the ginger-haired shinigami's limp and sweating form, then fell to more tender, finishing kisses that left both men smiling and sweetly flushed.

"Not bad, ne?" Kisuke whispered wearily, "Not bad, especially for a half dead guy."

Ichigo managed a wider smile and twinkling eyes, but was still beyond words. Kisuke frowned and lifted himself, then sighed.

"Aw, hell," he panted.

"What?" Ichigo asked, finding his voice again.

"Looks like I busted my stitches..."

"Are you bleeding?" Ichgio asked, sitting up too quickly and putting a hand on his spinning head to steady it, "Damn, I knew you weren't up to this! Why did you do that, huh?"

"It's okay," Kisuke assured him, "It's not bleeding much at all. But if you'll go and get Tessai, he'll fix me up."

"Okay, just wait here and don't move too much and make that bleed more," said Ichigo, shaking his head and wiping the blood, sweat and seed from his torso with a towel before closing his yukata and climbing to his feet. He left the bedroom and walked out into the central area of Orihime's apartment. He looked in on Orihime and found her sleeping contentedly. Smiling, he searched the rest of the apartment for Tessai, but couldn't find him. He was ready to give up and wake Orihime, when he heard a groan from out on the apartment balcony. He flash stepped across the room and slipped outside, nearly tripping over Tessai's fallen form.

"Tessai-san!" Ichigo gasped, looking around for any sign of his attacker, "Tessai-san, can you hear me?"

He looked around, searching for signs of the patrolling vizards, then froze as he spotted two collapsed bodies on the grass below the apartment.

"Oh no!" he breathed, turning back into the apartment.

"Kisuke!" he cried, running first into Orihime's room and dragging the sleepy girl to her feet.


"Kisuke!" the youth shouted again, running hand in hand with Orihime towards the bedroom.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as a tall, green eyed man emerged from the bedroom, blood spattered brightly on his olive colored skin and a frighteningly familiar sword in his hand.

"Oh my god!" gasped Ichigo, "RUN, ORIHIME!"


Oh my god! She can't see him!

"Go! Run! Get out of here!" he screamed, summoning Zangetsu to his hand.

But his heart stopped as the spirit in front of him spoke.


"NO!" he screamed, trying to shield his eyes, "KISUKE! What have you...?"

He broke off as a slender, strong hand, tore his hand away from his face, and his eyes were forced to witness Kyouka Suigetsu's shikai.

"NO! NO!"

Numbness flooded his body and he felt the dangerous presence slide into his opened mind.

Oh no...

And all at once, the odd dreams came back to him in full, living color.

Oh god, it's been him all along!

And now...

What did he do to them?

"What did you do to them?" he screamed, surfacing for a moment and catching a terrifying glimpse of Kisuke, covered in blood and crawling in his direction.

He started to run forward, but found that his body could no longer move.

I will finish him and slaughter the girl if you resist.

"Ichigo!" gasped Kisuke, holding his midsection and coughing up blood, "Ichigo, don't..."

A strong arm wrapped around his throat, and he was dragged towards the door, leaving Kisuke crawling painfully slowly after.

What did you do to all of them?

Where are the vizards?




Agonized, wrenching sobs gripped him as he saw flashes in his mind of each of his friends, lying on the ground, their bodies drenched in blood.

They are dying! You have to let me help them! Let me help them or...

The zanpakutou spirit held him tightly and flash stepped several times, dropping down in front of Orihime, so that the stunned girl slid to a stop. Kyouka Suigetsu's palm rose and imparted a quick view of where each person laid.

"Save them, if you can," he told her, " not follow us."

Ichigo's shattered eyes met Orihime's for a moment.

"It's okay," he said in a low, tightly controlled voice, "I'll be all right. J-just, Kisuke...the others...Orihime, don't let them die!"

"But..." the girl sobbed, "What about you? What about...?"

"Go," Ichigo insisted, "Help them! If you care about me, then you help them now! Don't worry about me. I'll be okay. Go...please!"

"That was a wise thing you did," Kyouka Suigetsu said quietly, "You obviously care about your friends."

"Is that why you're doing this?" Ichigo asked cautiously, "because you care about your master? Is that why you're here?"

"I will speak to you when I want to be spoken to. Otherwise, be quiet."

"Where are you taking me?" Ichigo asked, already suspecting.

"I am going to free my master, and you are going to help me."

"Why would I do that?" Ichigo said, his brashness returning as he sensed that his friends were being cared for, and were no longer in direct danger, "You don't have anything left to threaten me with. You let everyone go."

"Is that right?" said the spirit, "I let them go? But, is that an assurance that I cannot hurt them now?"

"What are you saying?"

The black-haired man gave him a cryptic smile.

"Let's just say that if you do not help me to free my master, if you deviate from my orders in any way, I will loose the trap I set within each of my victims."

"What do you mean?" Ichigo asked, wide-eyed.

The face of a slightly familiar shinigami appeared before his eyes, and Ichigo could see that he had been bound and left unconscious.

"Watch now."

To Ichigo's horror, the man shifted in his bonds, his eyes flew open and he screamed in pain.

"Poison," whispered Kyouka Suigetsu, "I placed a small, sealed vial of poison in each of their bodies. And if you do not do what I tell you..."

He indicated the place before Ichigo's shocked eyes where the afflicted shinigami continued to scream as his body slowly broke apart and disintegrated.

"Do you understand, Ichigo? I still have them. Come now, we have someone to free."