Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of a Broken Society ❯ Chapter 21

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

He was broken in a way that I had never seen before. The dark eyes were dull for the most part, the shattered soul behind them showing faintly. It broke my heart and made me want to go on a rampage to find out who had broken such a fragile flower. It made me want to scream and cry for him. It hurt to see the one who helped me so much, shattered, destroyed…wilted.

It was ridiculous, I know, wanting to sooth the hurt that he had gone through, but I wanted to. But I don’t. I can’t. I can’t do it when another has already stepped up. I should have seen it coming. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise to me. And really, I’m not all that surprised.

They spent so much time together really. More then he and I spent together. So, really, I’m not surprised. Hell, the little one worked his way into his sister’s heart.

But it still surprised me when they announced that they were now dating. Sado had finally kicked my ass into actually getting to know him and then I find out that he’s out of my reach. It still surprised me and it still hurt knowing that I had my chance, but wasn’t fast enough.

Sighing softly, I shift on the tiled roof of Ganju’s and Hanataro’s home. We had been invited over to celebrate their one year anniversary and I had to leave before I did something stupid. I had taken about five bottles of the sake, enough to get nice and plastered and hopefully forget about what was going on in the house.

It’s not like I’m not happy so much as extremely jealous of the two. They had everything they wanted, while I was screwed out of a possible boyfriend. It didn’t help that it was a possible first relationship. I had never felt the urge to be with another. No one had called to me in the way that Hanataro called to me.

I sigh and drink a bit of the sake from my second bottle. I don’t even look over as Ikkaku came over and sat down with his own thing of sake, this bottle rather large. Trying hard to ignore the knowing look, I settle back and sip my drink, watching the stars and listening to the sounds coming from down below.

“So, I heard that you can play piano and sang pretty well,” Ikkaku says, smirking at the look I toss at him. I grunt and sip my sake.

“Who told you?” I ask, smoothing the shirt down that I had replaced my shinigami outfit with.

“Rukia, who else? Get some sake into her and she babbles. There are a few people who want to hear you sing,” Ikkaku says, his voice soft at the end.

“I…suppose I could,” I finally say, sipping my sake again. Standing up, I wave a hand at him and bound off the roof to the back porch, startling Matsamoto, who was once more trying to smother Hitsugaya. Walking in, I ignore Ikkaku as he walks in and chugs his drink.

“ICHIGO SAID HE’LL PLAY!” he suddenly bellows. I see Hanataro beam as Ganju smirks at me along with his sister.  That woman made me worry. I shake my head and allow Rukia to pull me to the piano and I settle down onto the bench. Playing a few keys, I get the feel of the piano before starting to play.

*******Narrator******
The first keys were soft and gentle and shut the rest of the people up as they strained to see who was playing suddenly. It nearly knocked every one over when Ichigos voice started to softly sing, the sound like rich chocolate, showing years of training and no sign of cracking.

I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music do you?

It was the sadness, pain and soft hope that made every one pause and actually listen to the words. They could tell the song meant more then it had been first listened to. Rukia softly sniffled, knowing what the song meant to Ichigo.

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled King composing Hallelujah

His voice rose and fell, causing more and more to fall under the spell of the song. The captains that had been invited watched sadly at Ichigo, knowing the hurt that sounded out in the voice.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

The single word, said so softly, filled with the pain of lose, struck a cord in many of the shinigami, who raised sake glasses in honor of their fallen comrades. Of their fallen lovers; of those who weren’t fallen, but broken rather.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you

The slight laughter in Ichigos voice made a few of the shinigami to smile in return. They looked at him, his face turned down towards the keys, his eyes closed. That face of his, the soft lines and full lips, drew even more into the song…into the pain of it all.

She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hanataro smiled at that part, leaning into Ganju. He and his lover and fiancé had talked long and hard about their plans this night. A very select few knew what was going to happen. And the one who was singing so sadly didn’t. But he would…soon.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Ichigos voice got soft again as Ganju wrapped his  arms around Hanataros waist, holding him close as Hanataro’s captain discreetly slid a piece of paper into his hands. Opening it up slightly, he then pushes it into his pocket to look at later. He knew what was on it. He’d share the information with Hana later.

Maybe I’ve been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you

As Ichigos voice fell softly lower, he tilted his head up slightly and opened his eyes, unseeing of the piano that he sat in front of the piano. They were glazed with emotions…and those few emotions threw most of the shinigami that knew him in some way. They knew he never showed them, but here he was…showing them…willingly…too lost in the song to care.

I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

The words hit hard, the sadness deepening in the smooth voice of the boy that had seen too much in his short time alive. It was shocking to see the sadness in him…such sadness was only every really seen in the older shinigami, the ones with hundreds of years under their belt. But here, this child of a mere seventeen years of age was showing it. Made a few think…that no matter age, that sadness hits everyone, especially during war.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

The softness in the voice as he sang those words so softly made Yumichika coo softly at him, shocked that something so beautiful could come from such a crass young man. But he was starting to see what other saw. He was starting to see the sadness and pain…the loyalty…and the unrequited love lingering there. He suddenly and fiercely wished Hanataro and Ganju to the fiery pits of hell.

His lover just looked over at him before taking a swig of sake, knowing what was going on in that pretty little head of his.

There was a time when you let me know
What’s real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?

The sadness was retreating a bit, but only to be replaced by despondent bitterness. It was there, threaded in his tone, as Ichigo once more closed his eyes and tilted his head forward. His hair shifted with the movement, falling into his eyes and around his neck as his fingers moved softly over the keys.

And remember when I moved in you
The Holy Dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

The rise in pitch in Ichigos voice, before the sudden shift to a softer pitch threw many. It threw them off balance, made them hurt in a way that they had thought wasn’t possible. Including those who had been or were part of the 11th division. It made them think that emotion was something that could be a powerful weapon…if they ever needed such a weapon.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Yumichika pulled out a tissue and dabbed his eyes gently before sniffling softly. Looking up at his lover, he suddenly sparkles at Ikkaku, who in return eyes his pretty little lover before taking a swig. He was going to get drunk before he listened to his Yumi’s nutsy idea. He was also going to get drunk to forget the pain in Ichigos voice. It hurt in a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Maybe there’s a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

The bitterness in the words that came from the young man made several in the room suddenly want to protect the child in front of them from the entire world. They may have not known what caused the pain behind the words, but they wanted to protect him from it. It was like Ichigo was a sorcerer and his song, his spell.

And it’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Once more, a cord was struck in many people and they raised their glasses again. Yumichika sniffled a bit, Ikkaku tried harder to get drunk and Hanataro resisted the urge to go over to Ichigo and curl up against him, shielding him from the hurt. Ganju was doing the same, his face sad and tired, knowing that some of that pain came from his and Hanas relationship. But again…that would be fixed very soon.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

The words started to get softer, as did the piano. They knew that the song was going to end soon. Rukia had finally broke and was sobbing quietly into Matsamoto’s chest as Hitsugaya looked sadly into his cup, understanding more about Ichigos pain then most thought. The others there knew that they wouldn’t walk away from that night without something having changed in them…and in the way they reacted to other.

Renji stood in a corner and recorded the entire song, always focused on Ichigo as he sang.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

As the last of the cords played and the finished, everyone clapped loudly, not saying a word about the  embarrassed blush on Ichigos cheeks as he got up and bowed.

“Thank you,” he murmurs softly before excusing himself. Heading for the kitchen, he sits on a counter and settles back against the cabinets, his eyes closed, breathing slowly and deeply to calm himself down. The only real reason why he ever played that song was because he was depressed and in a way he was.

“Hey, Ichigo, can I speak with you for a moment?” Rukia asks, walking into the kitchen, Matsumoto behind her.

“Yeah?” Ichigo asks softly from his spot, not bothering to move.

“Can you find another place to crash? I need the house empty,” Rukia says softly, blushing as Ichigo cracks one eye open and looks between her and Matsamoto with a knowing smile.

“Sure, don’t worry about it. Just have someone bring me some clothes tomorrow and I’ll find a place to crash for the night,” he says finally, closing his eyes again. Rukia smiled and nodded before heading out of the kitchen, Matsamoto following behind her. She knew that Ganju and Hanataro would take good care of Ichigo from the next few days. Hell, they would take good care of him for the rest of their lives if those two had anything to say about it.

As the party wound down, Ichigo ticked off who he wouldn’t be staying with. Iba had been giving him the eye since the song and he really didn’t like the smile that Yumichika had flashed him a few times. Hitsugaya was going home with Shunsui, making Ichigo tilt his head to the side in that. It looked as Jyuushiro was heading off with Kenpachi, making Ichigo just shudder and push aside the thoughts that pairing brought to the fore.

Of course, that left Byakuya but it looked like he was heading out the door with Kira, who was blushing about something that Byakuya was saying. Looked like he would be stuck on a roof somewhere.

“Ichigo, if you don’t have a place to stay, you can stay in our guest room,” Ganju’s rough voice said from behind him. Ichigo jumped slightly from his place of leaning against the banister that surrounded the porch.

“Won’t you two be…you know?” Ichigo asks, blushing softly as he looked over his shoulder to Ganju, who had lost his green bandana, letting his hair loose. Ganju just shook his head and tried not to smirk too evilly, causing Ichigo to become slightly paranoid about what he was up to.

“Nah, we can behave for a night,” Ganju promises, wrapping an arm around Hanataro’s waist as he came up to them with a tray full of dishes. Hanataro in response just smiles up at him before sliding out from under his arm and goes back to cleaning up most of the mess from the party.

“I do have to say, it was a wonderful success,” he says softly, smiling at them both, getting a happy smile from Ganju and a slightly strained smile from Ichigo. Continuing to clean things up, he kept an eye on Ichigo who had gone back to staring out at the back yard and the trees surrounding the property. Ganju excused himself, saying that he had to get the room set up, leaving behind Hanataro and Ichigo, who had barely acknowledged him.

“Ichigo,” Hanataro hesitantly says, reaching out to touch his arm, jumping as Ichigo spun around, eyes wide.

“Sorry about that,” Ichigo breathed out slowly, his eyes slipping shut as he relaxed his body. Hanataro just smiled and nodded in understanding.

“I was going to say I can show you to your room now,” he says softly. Ichigo opened his eyes and nodded with a soft smile. Hanataro smiled in return and turned to walk back into the house, Ichigo following him. Soon, Ichigo was comfortable situated in their extra bedroom, wearing one of Ganjus smaller yukutas, that still seemed to swallow him up and make him even softer then he seemed at the moment.

Ganju and Hanataro went to their own room, waiting for the right moment, the moon high in the sky, and the land around them quiet. Hanataro was the first to slide out of their bed and tug on a robe before watching his bigger lover stand up and slid on his own robe. Nodding to each other, they padded softly to where Ichigo was sleeping.

Slipping into the room, the closed and locked the door, knowing that Ichigo would want to leave, even if he wanted to stay. Turning, both their breaths were stolen at the sight of a creamy shoulder exposed by the yukuta and a long leg curled up over the blanket. One of Ichigo’s hands sat on his hip while the other was wrapped up in the blanket, holding it like he would a lover. His face was settled into a deep sleep, peaceful and rather beautiful in the light streaming in through the window.

Moving slowly, they move over to the bed and gently untangle Ichigo from the blankets, keeping their urges to pounce back, watching as he moans softly in denial and reaches out for the missing blankets. Hanataro looked up at Ganju, getting a nod in return. Shifting, he lay down and slid  into Ichigo’s arms, smiling when he automatically curled close, his arms wrapping around Hana’s waist and his nose buried in Hana’s neck. Ganju lay down behind them and wrapped them both up in his arms.

Relaxing, they wait for Ichigo to wake up, which he did, blinking a few times, seeing a sea of black. Squeaking, he struggles a few times before relaxing, Hanataro softly soothing him with gentle words and gentle touches to his exposed shoulder and chest.

“What are you two doing here?” he asks softly, trying to pull away, but was continued to be held by Ganju and Hana. He didn’t want to think that they were playing with him, but what else could it be?

“Don’t worry, Ichigo, we’re not here to hurt you or do anything like that,” Hanataro says softly, pressing forward a bit more, his awakening cock pressing against Ichigos still flaccid length, making it twitch in interest and Ichigo moan softly. “We’re here to offer you something. We want you to be with us.”

“How? You two are getting married and I don’t want to be a third wheel, easily gotten rid of,” Ichigo says softly, his eyes turning away from the large doe eyes that stared at him to the pillow under his head.

“In Soul Society, if all three people are willing to be together, there is something that is called a binding. It’s like a wedding, but much stronger,” Ganju replies, nuzzling the back of Ichigo’s hair. It was softer then they had expected, making him want to run his hands through the strands.

“But…why me?” Ichigo mewls softly, melting softly as he feels Hanataro’s hand slip down and into his yukuta, caressing his thigh.

“You’re strong, loyal, and utterly gorgeous,” Hanataro says softly.

“What’s not to love?” Ganju asks, his face moving to nuzzle Ichigos neck, as he lays tiny kisses onto the skin. Shivering , Ichigo wiggles a bit more, trying to get away but loosing the urge to when Hana rolled his hips into Ichigos, bringing their awakened pricks together.

“But…” Ichigo gasped softly, his fingers spasming on Hana’s lower back as Ganju rolls his hips into his ass, moaning softly.

“No, no more buts or excuses,” Hanataro purrs, forcing Ichigo to lay onto his back, Ganju moving so that they could move without squishing him accidentally in the processes. Ichigo stares up at Hana with wide eyes, watching the small male straddle his hips and rock back on the erection that he had, threatening to split open the yukuta.

Mewling softly, Ichigo finally tore his eyes away from Hana and looked towards Ganju, gasping softly as he watched the large man remove his own yukuta, baring lightly scarred, tanned skin to his gaze. Mewling again, the sight sent a shiver through Ichigos body, even as Hanataro works on getting his yukuta open and somehow off him.

“Wow,” the small male sitting on Ichigos thighs breath, drawing both of their eyes to him. “I didn’t know you hid this underneath your clothes,” he explains, one small hand reaching out and sliding over Ichigos chest, brushing a nipple on the way down the well formed body. Ichigo moans gently and arches into the touch, moving sensually, his hard cock twitching in interest.  “I suppose we really should teach you a few things.”

Ganju smirked and knelt down next to the two as Hanataro pulled Ichigo up and into a sweet, soft kiss, easily dominating the older male. Sliding his tongue into the strawberries sweet mouth, the small male moans and grinds into Ichigo’s hips, pulling a dark moan of pleasure from him. Ganju waits patiently for Hanataro to pull away from the kiss, allowing him to take the smaller mans place in kissing Ichigo deeply, causing him to become overwhelmed by pleasure.

Hanataro purred softly, watching Ganju lay Ichigo back down onto the futon, and shifts slightly. Removing his own yukuta, he leans over after Ganju pulls away and laps at a nipple.

“I’m afraid, Ichigo, tonight won’t be very slow. We’ve been waiting so long for you,” he moans against the nipple, moving with the arch that the feelings caused. “But you’ll enjoy the pleasure we give you.”

“Please,” Ichigo pants, feeling Ganju shift to sit behind Hanataro, spreading Ichigos legs up and out.

“Don’t worry, we got cha’,” Ganju smirks, grabbing the small bottle of lube from where he had stashed it earlier that night. Slicking his fingers, he lifts one leg up a bit higher to expose the tiny entrance he wanted to bury himself in. It looks to be tighter then his Hana’s had been, but that was to be expected with a pure virgin.

Looking up, he saw that Hanataro was devouring Ichigos lips in an attempt to distract him, his ass up in the air. Smirking, he leans forward and swipes his tongue against the dark pucker as his finger slips around the pink one that was Ichigos. He smirked at the twin moans coming from the two males in front of him.

Taking his time, he swirls his fingers around and around Ichigo’s entrance, even as he nibbles on the ring that protected Hana’s entrance. Timing himself just right, he slides a finger deep into Ichigo as he slides his tongue into Hana, causing both of them to scream, Ichigos just a bit louder. He moans softly as he feels the tight grip around his finger and his tongue. Smirking softly, Ganju pulls away from Hana’s entrance, watching the small male attack Ichigos neck with lips and teeth, leaving behind marks all over the place.

Making sure that their newest partner was distracted enough, Ganju slowly slid his finger out of Ichigo before pushing it back in, stroking the muscles into giving and loosening for him. After a few moments of doing this, he slides his finger over the bump that was Ichigos sweet spot, smirking at the loud scream and arch, even with Hanataro lying on top of Ichigo, playing with his nipples.

It was a beautiful sight, watching those muscles bunch and coil before releasing under that smooth skin, pressing against a smaller body. He couldn’t wait until he was able to slide deep into the little strawberry.

Sliding another finger into Ichigo, he curls his fingers and plays with Ichigos spot, driving him crazy, making him forget the pain of being stretched for the first time. Watching that body arch and clench around his fingers, Ganju groans softly as he slides his fingers in and out slowly, stretching them as he pulled out and pressing on Ichigos spot pressing in.

Ichigo moaned loudly, arching his hips into the fingers. He had finally moved his hands and was moving them over Hana’s back, taking in the slight, but firm muscles he found there. Hanataro moaned softly as he arched into the hands, moving a bit more to lave at Ichigos rib cage, nibbling occasionally, distracting him easily from the second finger that slid deep into Ichigos body.

The sounds that the two were making were starting drive Ganju nuts and he growled as he slid in a third finger. Pressing down onto the bundle of nerves, he smirks watching Ichigo arch and shudder, trying hard, apparently to cum. Looking down, Ganju smirks even more, seeing that Hanataros hand was wrapped tightly around Ichigos prick, stopping that from happening just yet.

“Not yet, Ichi,” Hana purrs as he slides off of him and comes around to kneel at Ichigos head. Whining softly, Ichigo looks up at the both of them before squeaking as he was flipped over onto his hands and knees. Ganju leaned over him, panting harshly into his ear.

“Now, Ichigo, while I slide into your hot, tight body,” he purrs, sliding his fingers back into Ichigo, “I want you to suck Hana’s cock for me. I want to see your pretty little mouth and wrap it around him.”

“O…okay,” Ichigo pants, looking down in front of him to Hanas length, taking in the dark rose head, and the rather thick shaft that ended in a bed of dark curls. The sight alone was enough to make him press back into the fingers in him at the thought of it deep in him.

Laughing softly, Ganju pulls his fingers out of Ichigo slowly before positioning the tip of his cock at Ichigos entrance, just teasing lightly. Hana threads his fingers into Ichigos hair and tugs him down enough so that his tip brushed against the kiss swollen lips. Ichigo opened his mouth and took in the head of the cock, whining softly as he tilts his hips up.

Smirking, Ganju slowly slid balls deep into the tight body beneath him, forcing Ichigo to take in more of Hana’s cock. Watching those lip stretch around Hana made Ganju growl even as his prick was massaged by Ichigos body. He didn’t wait for long before he started to thrust in and out of the pliant body.

Ichigo sucked and licked at Hanataro’s cock, mewling at the wet sounds and the feeling of a hard cock driving into his body, striking his sweet spot with eerie accuracy, making his toes curl and his body to flush darker. Whining loudly around the prick he was currently deep throating, Ichigo pressed back, feeling his climax start to build.

Hanataro moaned loudly as he tossed his head back, thrusting up into the warm heat. Holding Ichigos head still, he starts to fuck Ichigos mouth. Turning his face down, he smirks as he watches Ichigo suck and lick at him as he used that mouth to gain his own pleasure. Growling out Ichigos name, he spilled into his mouth, watching as the other male tries to swallow all that he could before some of it escaped out the side of his mouth.

Ganju slammed into Ichigo twice more before watching Ichigos back arch forward and his head toss back as he screams loudly, his body tightening around Ganjus cock in a near painful death grip. Growling and tightening his hands on Ichigos hips, he spills into Ichigo, his white, thick cum sliding down the creamy thighs he was currently pressed against.

Hanataro collapsed back before tugging a sleepy looking Ichigo up to him, holding him close as Ganju growls at the feeling of his softened cock sliding out of its warm sheath.

“I get him next,” Hanataro says, looking over at their bigger lover as Ichigo curls close and smiles sleepily. Ganju grunts and grabs the pillows and blanket.

“Fine, you can have him next,” he says, tucking a pillow under Hana’s head before covering the three of them together, lying down behind Ichigo and pressing close, his arm settling over the two smaller ones.

“Good,” Hana says, looking down at the now softly snoring Ichigo. “We’ll have to tell him that he gets to wear the girls kimono during the wedding.”

“I’m going to let you do that,” Ganju grunted as he nuzzled close and yawned. “Tomorrow though. For now sleep.”

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“I wonder how Ichigo is doing today,” Rukia muses as her and a few others head to Ganjus and Hanataro’s house, all dressed in formal kimonos for the bonding ceremony that Ganjus sister had insisted upon.

“I don’ know,” Renji mutters, shrugging his shoulders. “I just hope he’s not sad today. I can’t stand it when he looks all…uke like.”

“Why did you call him a uke?” Yumichika asks, sliding up to Renjis side. Renji in turn looked down at him like he was slightly nuts and shook his head.

“Can’t you tell? For all of his power, he’s more…slim. More like Hitsugaya, just taller,” Renji retorts, shaking his head. “He just screams ‘Fuck me, I’m uke’ if you actually know what you’re looking for.

“Oh, really?” Yumi purrs at the thoughts before stopping with the rest of the group and staring at the sign hanging over the door.

“Well…that tells us how Ichigo is doing…” Hitsugaya drawls, raising one eye at the mass nod he got from the others.

That supposedly innocent sign that was supposed to say ‘Congratulations Hanataro and Ganju!’ didn’t really say that.

No, it said ‘Congratulations Hanataro, Ganju and Ichigo’ even as the door opened, showing a bright and happy Ichigo standing in the door way wearing a bonding kimono and arm sleeves so much like Byakuyas, but these went up to his elbows. Behind him stood a smirking Ganju and a possessive looking Hanataro.

Yes…people would die that day if the little fourth seat had his way. He had no illusions that someone would try to stop the bonding.

But for now, he was a bit distracted by the way Ichigos hips swayed as he walked….