Reunirse

This is what Keiji's life had amounted to. Forever subject to darkness and solitude. His only company was the jailer that might have come around once a week, and the moans of other prisoners several halls away. He didn't need to bear witness to the layout of the labyrinth he was imprisoned in, for years of being locked up, and company to himself had allowed him to maintain a fair idea by the simple observation of sound.

So it was rare occurrence when the ears of the man would pick up the sound who's origin came from a much lighter frame than the man he was used to. Still he did not shift, with knees brought to his chest, and his face cradled in the confines of his crossed arms. Even when her scent carried itself through his tomb, he did not shuffle - awaiting her move first.

When she spoke, slowly he lifted his face from the shadows, glowing eyes accented by thte drying tears that were prominent on a dirtied face. There was a whimper that could be distinguished from his hurried breaths. In a fearful tone, Keiji questioned the woman, "W-who a-a-are you? W-why are you b-b-bringing m-me gifts?"

The woman's composure did not falter, and she honeyed her words with an almost nurturing air. Especially when she beckoned him forward with, "Don't you see what I brought?"

It was a trap, it was always a trap. And he made sure she witnessed his fear from such a ruse. His eyes widened to reveal a glimpse of fear, the amber pupils stunned in horror. She was going to hit him, they always hit him.

"But she is different... she is kind..." he muttered to himself, just loudly enough to be deciphered by his visitor. In a more hoarse and intolerant tone, he argued back to himself, "No! She is just like the guard! Only wants to hit us!" The tension in his body relaxed, and after a moment of silence, he started to drearily crawl his way towards the food. "But... we are a slave... we must listen." he whispered a faint and defeated phrase. "I see your hand... I know what you hide. was all his mind screamed.

It was food that he was familiar with, delicacies he had once upon a lifetime ago. Sushi so carefully stacked and adorned by glossy noodles. A bun was what caught the majority of his attention; though all drastically appealed to him after years of feasting on mashed matter . And so he reached for the bread, hoping to sink thirsting teeth in its make.

Keiji said not a word in response to the woman's question, appearing oblivious to it all, and lost in the attention of the food before him. A fragment of his broken mind echoed, "I know everything about who you are..." But his expression wore the thought of futility; one too far lost to have understood her question.

It was moments after she whispered her reassurance before Keiji would share a glance. It was clear that he doubted her, and that his feeble and short grin was forced. His faced dropped back down to the food, another bite from the bread, and it was half consumed. These tastes brought back memories, and his heart screamed to be let out of the hell he was imprisoned to. Flavor also reminded him of other tastes, other delicacies he craved for.

"We know who you are..." he muttered, head still lowered, not daring to make eye contact. "You said you replaced u-us... So you are the fukutaichou now." he deducted. A rather apparent answer, one that was backed with a weak confidence.

"I-I... don't want the rest. I don't deserve the rest." he dully noted before pushed the plate back towards her.

"They always lie..." was the final thought from Keiji before his free hand snatched the female's wrist, completely aware of her intentions. In that moment, his face was mere inches before hers, eyes widened and the space between them only separated by the iron bars. Her breath could be felt, "There is no we; like you, I lied."

Both corners of his lips stretched wide to reveal a mouth full of sharpened pearls, wet with hunger. His grip did not lessen, and he intended to keep her in her place. Decades of solitude did not deteriorate his body, or rather not enough for such a young woman to overpower him. "Breath harder, you smell lovely- you smell tasty"

Without letting her own strength protest, Keiji forcefully brought her hand to his lips, and the man then proceeded to nuzzle her delicate skin. Anticipating her resistance, he gripped harder, holding her steady to allow a thirsting tongue to traced down to her fingertips before covering the majority of her digits with his mouth. Hit bit down, though teeth were precise enough to not cut into such fragile of a body. When he pulled his mouth away, his canines had the tip of the needle caught, extracting the syringe from her grasp, and only then did he release her hand.

"Heheh... Hah! Oh m-my! What is this? Ketamine? Etizolam? Seriquil? Smells like something weak-" he noted before staggering back to deliver a shot into his own tongue. "No... this is... weak. This is shit! What is it? Tastes like Scopolamine!" he pestered with a largely amused grin. He continued to administer the rest of the syringe, shuddering at the feeling of the fluid moving through his tongue. "Disgusting, and virtually worthless. And I heard that Carmen Alvaro was such a smart bitch. I figured you would have come with nothing short of... I don't know- Azaperone? Do you think human sedatives will work?"

Keiji tumbled to to the floor, rolling in a high and shrill laughter, giving a moment for a small breath before continuing. Seventeen and a half seconds past before he recovered. "Ah... hah... I jest m'lady. I never really heard of your intelligence. I mean - look at me - I'm stuck in this shitty little closet. But if I wasn't then I'd know evvverryttthhhingggg about you. I'd know that you were a hundred and three, I'd know of your Mexican origins, and I'd know of Sanzaru. But that's certainly not the case - I'm a little rat under Seireitei. HA" Once before he started his roll of laughter, this time for seven seconds.

"Anyways, what are you trying to accomplish? Does that bastard American want to use prisoners as a toy? No, definitely not - you came specifically for me. Does he want me then? But surely I need to be drugged before such actions can take place." he recovered, slowly crawling with a menacing smirk concealed by shadows. Inch by inch, he neared her, once more to where his face was against the bars, this time his skin pushed up against he cold surface. "Here, give me something else, nurse. Right in my mouth, stick your fingers all the way down and deliver the pill... I promise I won't bite, heh... heheheheh..."

Keiji opened wide, extending his tongue, awaiting her next move.

The prisoner never expected her to succumb to such sarcastic wishes, in fact, he would have been surprised if she did. Her reactions up until that point provided adequate amusement, and those were to be expected. And despite all this, he had to tread carefully - to ensure that his toy wouldn't stroll back up the steps she came marching down on. It was far too lonely in the Nest of Maggots.

"Submissiveness? Oh, Carmen-chan, what do you plan to do with me?" Keiji smiled with thin and impish lips. The cunning expression shifted to immediate astuteness as he suddenly felt inclined to inform the woman, "Your methodology is flawed; that's why your beginning results were lackluster. Not only would such drugs prove futile on the majority of shinigami, but your research fell short when it came to that of your case study. Those human drugs are about as useful as the syringe is itself - you'd probably yield better results by repeatedly shoving the needle into my gut."

"But back to submissiveness~" he remarked, his eyes following her movements to withdraw the pill. He made no movement towards the object. Extending an arm to the floor to lean on, his free hand moved to the tense elbow. "I'll help you make me submissive - just play nicely with me, it's been a few decades since I've touched a woman." he laughed before he applied pressure to his elbow. It started with mere hyper extension, but then he fell into a deadlock gaze, topaz orbs glaring down into her expression as he continued to push. The elbow slowly collapsed the opposite direction, and his stability fell onto the arm that was now broken into the opposite way. He howled in pain, though his smile spoke otherwise.

And yet, even through all the commotion, Keiji maintained attention towards the pill on the ground. "Ooh, you might have me stumped here. Maybe we can do a taste test! P-put it in my mouth, nee-chan! Actually, imooto-chan! I-I'm older than you, heh... hahaha!" he pressured her, still rolling in the pain of his own shattered elbow. "Quick! While I'm defenseless and in pain! My body is ripe for all violation you have in mind! Just be quick! And cover my mouth, I can be loud... and j-j-judddddd- ooooohahahaha! It hurts! It hurts! But judging b-by your hush-hush a-attitude, you are trying to keep this a sssssecret!"

"Just walk in... please just walk in..." he thought beyond a genuine grin of sharpened teeth.

The fukutaichou returned with a completely new composure. Perhaps she discovered some sort of the resolve, and the confidence was pleasing to see. There was a challenge proposed, and ironic as it was, the man took it, "Oh yeah? Okay- AHHH!" He wailed, his echoes drowning out in the maze of dark corridors. Seconds passed before he felt assured that no one really was coming.

"This is fun~ Surely this is breaking one or ten rules and you can be tried for treason. I like you Carmen, and now I want more to do with you other than tasting every ounce of ripe flesh of yours, heheheh." Keiji droned before fixing his broken arm with another snap. This time he cried out even heavier, though the pain didn't prolong as much as the last. It would take time to heal, any a part of him had doubts about previous choices. There was no reason to do such a thing, but at the time a voice beckoned him to preform. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

"I promise, I'll be a good boy now." he smirked, listening to her words that sounded better than honey. "I mean... I enjoy you playing doctor, judging from how you walk - you seem like you really know how to take care of a few aches and pains in the pelvic area, heheh." he giggled mischievously.

"So, Fukutaichou-san, I do not doubt that you mean to push forth a proposition. Probably King's idea, I've heard stories about you two~ How do you know I'm reliable though. I mean, based on evidence, I should be the last thing that one should ever trust. I don't even trust me, but I'm listening-..." At this point, he lowered his head to cast a shadow over his facial features. The only prominent feature were the glowing orbs reminiscent of the beasts that prowled Hueco Mundo. His smile was sinister in appearance, and for a moment he was serious.

"All work and no play, this woman... Even I wasn't such a stickler back in the day... I think." Keiji observed, the wicked expression never fading from his twisted face.

As the woman withdrew another capsule, she carefully worded herself to concisely detail the plan. "Why not give me the first pill? What was your purpose for even revealing it. Now I'm curious - oh, and hungry. Can I take two at the same time? Would their affects stack, or are the materials used counter-productive to one-another. Probably not, most of these drugs use similar floral extracts, and other types of molecule manipulating compounds." he rambled, the smile dying to express his slight dissatisfaction. Petty wining was more like it.

With a shrug of his shoulders, and an unenthusiastic sigh, he gave a weak nod, "I s'pose this will be nice." For an instant, there was a cunning spark in his eye, and maybe for that same fragment of time, his sardonic smirk returned. But by the time he continued to speak, it was gone, revealing the dour and irritated face that he previously wore. "So, you need me? Almighty overlord that has the power to pull the plug on my freedom, what is so significant about my being that you can't find elsewhere?"

If she would pause, or if she would possibly hesitate with any sort of uncertainty, Keiji would press further with, "Or perhaps... your Taichou never told you... heheh, interesting..."