Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Of Demons and Death ❯ Cruel and Unusual Punishment ( Chapter 15 )

Once again, I DO NOT and WILL NEVER own any part of Bleach or Inuyasha. I merely beg the forgiveness of the authors for twisting their characters and ideas to fit my sick needs.

 

NOTE: NO INUYASHA CHARACTERS WILL BE DEPICTED IN THIS WORK! I MERELY TOOK SEVERAL IDEAS TO SUPPLEMENT MY OWN!

 

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED THE SOUL SOCIETY ARC AND THOSE WHO HAVE NOT BEEN READING THE NEW CHAPTERS IN THE MANGA! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

 

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“Wake up, damn it!”

My eyes snapped open and my head automatically whipped around to see if Aizen was lying next to me.

“He left a while ago.” snapped Ryuujin, her rage dulled by the black band around my neck.

“Why are you just waking me up now?” I asked as I slowly pulled myself into a sitting position.

“That damn black band!” snarled Ryuujin as she lashed out, the barrier preventing her from doing anything. “If you hadn't come here to free that human we wouldn't be in this situation!”

“Shut up. I couldn't just sit there and let Soul Society abandon her.” I said wearily as I subconsciously started playing with the band, the habit strangely soothing.

“For all you know she really did turn traitor.” said Ryuujin as she settled back down.

“Well, regardless, it's kinda hard to do anything when both our reiatsus are sealed.” I countered as I ripped the sheet off the bed and stood up, my entire lower half of my body screaming from all the abuse it had been subjected to.

I still didn't see why Soul Society was stupid enough to believe Inoue had turned. What did she have to gain? How would she even contact him? Apparently Soifon's lack of logical thinking had rubbed off on Yamamoto. Still, how much smarter am I for getting captured so easily? I wasn't even able to finish off one of the Espada or that smug bastard Gin. Hell, I should at least have been able to finish of Tousen. His stupid “Blind Justice” mentality would have kept him from letting them gang up on me like they did.

And if only Inoue hadn't frozen when I told her to run! If she had run we probably would have been able to escape out into Hueco Mundo and hide out until I had recovered. But no, she had to stand there like a deer in the headlights with four Ceros rocketing towards her.

“Pay attention.” said Ryuujin. ”We have company.”

Just as she finished her last sentence the door hissed open to reveal Apache standing there with my breakfast.

“Hey, shinigami!” shouted Apache as she stomped into the room. “Here's your breakfast.” She shoved the cart at me, pure venom radiating from her. I could still see the remnants of the bruise on her cheek from where I had kicked her. She may be a Fraccion of the 3rd Espada, but living on the run for almost a hundred years teaches you how to fight without reiatsu.

“Still pissed about earlier, huh?” I asked, gesturing at her face.

“You're just lucky that Aizen-sama likes you.” snarled Apache as she headed back towards the door.

“Give the others my best!” I called as I waved, Apache slamming the door behind her to alleviate some of her rage.

When the door was securely locked again I walked over to the cart and lifted the lid to see what my caretakers had cooked up for me. One whiff was enough to make my stomach growl.

“They probably drugged it again.” said Ryuujin, her hunger mixing with my own.

“This is getting ridiculous!” I said angrily as I slammed the lid back down again. “I'm hungry!”

“Suck it up!” snapped Ryuujin. “You complaining is only going to encourage them.”

“Thanks for the sympathy.” I said as I made my way into the bathroom.

I stopped, a thought entering my mind and I walked back out into my bedroom.

“What are you doing?” asked Ryuujin, testing just how far she could stretch before the barrier would shove her back.

“He's got a key to that lock, but he doesn't have a key for this.” I said as I grabbed one of the chairs from the table and dragged it into the bathroom.

“You honestly think that is going to keep him out!?” asked Ryuujin as she let out a laugh.

“No.” I shot back to shut her up. “But, it's something.”

I shut the door and locked it before jamming the chair under the handle. After I was satisfied I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up.

“You seem oddly relaxed.” said Ryuujin as I sat down on the floor.

“I might as well enjoy this, even if it only buys a few seconds.” I said as I adjusted the sheet. “After this I wouldn't be surprised if he bolts all the chairs to the floor like he did with the table.”

“Don't get cocky. Those Fraccion are weak. When you beat an Espada I'll let you gloat.” said Ryuujin as I stood up.

I decided not to respond as I dropped the sheet and stepped into the warm spray. Let her talk. She wasn't the one who had thrashed three Fraccion without a zanpakuto and a seal on her reiatsu.

A growl from my stomach brought me back to the real world. I could smell my breakfast and I bit back a whimper as my stomach growled again. Since Aizen had gotten into his head to start put drugs in my food to make me more… agreeable, I abstained from anything they gave me. That had been three and a half days ago.

In an attempt to distract myself from my hunger I started scrubbing shampoo into my hair. After rinsing and repeating I reached over and let a liberal amount of conditioner fall into my hand. If Aizen insisted on supplying me with all these nice things, the only logical thing I could do would be wasting as much of it as I could. Hey, I know it's small, but again, it's something.

Just as I rinsed out the conditioner and started lathering up the soap I felt Ryuujin tense.

“He's here.” she hissed angrily.

I froze and looked over at the door as I heard the key slide into the lock. Giving myself some insurance in case the chair broke on the first try, I reached over and grabbed the heavy bottle of conditioner. He wasn't going to take me down without a fight.

The lock clicked open and I could barely hear the key sliding back out of the lock over the beating of my own heart. I mentally chided myself when I realized I was praying for the chair to work. If someone was there, I wouldn't be here.

I held my breath as I watched the handle turn, my limbs beginning to shake from the tension.

“Yes!” screeched Ryuujin as the door held against Aizen.

“Why do you insist on fighting me at every turn?” asked Aizen through the door as he tried again, this time the chair giving a little.

“Because you're an asshole!” I shot back as I ran over and pushed the chair back into place, not bothering to shut off the shower.

“You do know that you're only making this more interesting?” asked Aizen as he put a little more force into the door and I heard the chair crack.

“Shit! What do I do!?” I asked as I looked down at the long fracture that ran down the base of the chair.

“Find a weapon, dumbass!” shouted Ryuujin and I frantically scanned the room for the bottle of conditioner.

Seeing it lying outside the shower, I hooked it with my foot and grabbed it before smashing the bottom against the floor. Most people underestimated the damage one could inflict with a smashed bottle.

“I'm not as weak as that whore from the 8th Division.” mocked Aizen as he shoved again.

“Fuck you!” I shouted as the chair broke, the door flying open.

I threw myself at his legs, my makeshift weapon aiming for the artery. A snarl escaped my lips as he turned out of the way just before I could land my blow. I quickly turned my lunge into a roll and whipped myself around to see him still standing by the bathroom door.

“Interesting foreplay.” mocked Aizen, only dressed in his hakama. “But you didn't need to ruin a perfectly good chair.”

“Go to hell.” I spat angrily as I strengthened my grip on the bottle. It was now or never.

I lunged again, this time for the table. Guessing what I was about to do, Aizen slipped into flash step and came out in my direct path. Throwing myself aside at the last second, I went to stab the bottle into his lower back when I felt my arms turn into jelly.

“Nice try, but don't think I'll give you a chance like this again.” said Aizen, his zanpakuto in hand.

“Pick up the damn bottle!” screamed Ryuujin.

“Don't you think I'm trying!?” I screamed back as my hand flopped uselessly on the ground.

I closed my eyes as he closed in and I kicked out, hoping to connect with something painful.

***

“Time to wake up.”

My eyes snapped back open and I realized I had never left the shower.

Aizen had me on the floor, my arms pinned above my head with a binding kido. The shower was still running, the water matting his hair to his hand. While he still had his hakama on, I knew it wouldn't be for long.

“Get off me you fucker!” I screamed as I tried to roll him over, but with the band around my neck all I did was make him laugh.

“I thought you did rather well.” said Aizen as he lowered his face so that it was inches from mine. “Now, for your reward.”

“Let me go.” I spat evenly.

“I must admit you never disappoint.” said Aizen as he sat back on his heels. “I fuck you, I drug you, I force you to dream whatever I want you to dream and you still don't break.”

I snarled at him as I tried to kick him, but he caught my leg and held it up to his face.

“This is what makes you beautiful.” he said as he kissed my foot, causing me to close my eyes and shudder in disgust. “So… utterly… beautiful…”

He licked his way up to my knee.

“And the way you came for that human girl without any thought for your own safety.”

He swerved past my sex and went up my hip.

“And took on my strongest servants.”

Past my stomach.

“And threw everything that you had at me.”

Up the middle of my chest.

“And still do.”

Up my neck.

“You are beautiful.”

My eyes snapped open as he kissed my jaw line, his free hand working at undoing his obi.

“Beautiful.”

Nibbled at my ear.

“Beautiful.”

I let out a small squeak as he thrust into me, his mouth still working at my ear.

“Beautiful.”

He quickly set a fast pace, his hand at my hip sliding down to rub at my clit. I tried to squirm away but he pulled me back and continued.

“Help me.” I begged as his rhythm started becoming erratic. “Please.”

I bit my arm and moaned as his work paid off and I climaxed, Aizen quickly following.

“Now that won't do.” huffed Aizen as he recovered, pushing himself off me. “I want to hear you scream my name. Let's try again.”

Forcing the tears back, I stared at the ceiling as I felt his fingers take over. I tried squeezing my legs together as I felt his fingers searching for my g-spot, but it didn't do anything. If anything, it made it worse.

“There.” said Aizen as he watched me gasp. “Now scream for me.”

“No.” I gritted as he repeatedly massaged that spot, refusing to back off until he got what he wanted.

I tried thinking of anything, but nothing I thought of worked. Feeling myself on the edge again, I did the only thing I could think of.

“Zaraki!” I screamed as I climaxed.

That drove Aizen over the edge.

“Bitch!” he hissed as he backhanded me, his teeth bared. “How dare you!?”

“What? Didn't I give you what you wanted?” I asked, wincing as I moved my jaw. “So, which is it Aizen? Which one's the real you?”

I could see him struggle for control, but I wasn't expecting his next comment.

“You won't think you're so cute after I mount that bastard's head on your wall.” he hissed inches away from my face.

I swallowed hard and shut up. Even someone like Aizen had his breaking point.

“Not so talkative anymore, are you?” asked Aizen as he grabbed me by the hair. “Now, where were we?”

My whole body screamed in agony as he thrust into me, this time hell-bent on making me realize just how pissed off he was. I closed my eyes in an attempt to block out some of the pain, but he wasn't having any of that.

“Look at me.” he snarled angrily as he pulled on my hair.

I opened my eyes and couldn't help but whimper in pain. My whole lower body was one solid mass of pain as he continued to punish me. I don't know how long it lasted, but eventually I felt him stiffen and spill into me. He slowly pulled out of me, determined to make this last. I watched warily as he stood up and put his hakama back on.

“You can stay there.” he said as he shut off the shower and left.

The effect was almost immediate. I felt the cold air slowly creep up as I heard him leave my room.

“Are you… all right?” asked Ryuujin.

“I'm bleeding.” I said, looking down to see pinkish ooze sliding towards the drain. “How long do you think he'll leave us here?”

Ryuujin didn't answer me and I couldn't help but try to hook my abandoned sheet with my foot. When I couldn't reach I pulled back and tried to curl up into a ball. I cried out in pain, but I finally managed to pull myself into the fetal position.

“If you need to cry…” said Ryuujin hesitantly.

“I don't need your pity, Hollow!” I snapped as tears started pouring down my face. “So go the fuck away!”

I felt her recede and disappear, leaving me alone. Not even Honorable Ruler was here to console me. Aizen had probably locked him away somewhere in his chambers.

Aizen.

I let myself break down into uncontrollable sobs. I knew if I had earned Ryuujin's pity I was truly fucked. By the time I was finished my entire body was shaking from the chill. Wiping my face on my arms I pushed myself into a sitting position when I heard several people enter my bedroom. One of them let out a low gasp as they walked into the bathroom.

“What are you looking at?” I snarled, the effect somewhat ruined by my chattering teeth.

“Here.” said Sun Sun as she knelt down and draped my sheet over me.

“I don't need your pity Hollow.” I said without any real vindictiveness as she tucked it around me.

“Like we'd pity you.” said Apache as she grabbed me by the hair. “You're Aizen-sama's toy, nothing more.”

I refused to flinch as Mila Rose joined her, their eyes gleaming evilly.

“Apache. Mila Rose.” said Halibel as she slowly walked into the room. “Aizen-sama gave you orders, did he not?”

“Y-Yes, Halibel-sama.” said Apache as she and Mila Rose let go of my hair.

Halibel and I glared at each other, though I couldn't sense any gloating from here. I was just a weird pet that her master ordered her to tolerate. Nothing more.

“This is what happens to those who oppose Aizen-sama.” said Halibel as she turned around and swept out of the room.

“Bitch.”

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It has been FOREVER since I last added a new chapter. I revised the last chapter, but that still does not excuse my tardiness in uploading this chapter. For those who haven't figured it out, yes this is not a dream. Everything before this was Aizen forcing Reijin to relive her return to Soul Society. So, yeah.

 

I did, however, find a bunch of cool new Hellsing wallpapers for my computer. Hail Alucard, the No Life King! (shivers)

 

Also, I hope all of you had a Merry Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever you may celebrate and a happy New Year. It is 2009! And yes, I know that's a bit late so we'll add in happy Valentine's Day.