Silver Salvation

This one is getting a revision and update.

Author's Notes: From Beverly…With Love

This is a Canon Divergent yaoi fanfiction novel. This story takes place approximately a year after the events of the Fullbringer arc, around three years after the defeat of Aizen. Ichigo, regaining his power, has resumed his normal duties of being a substitute Shinigami and helping Soul Society with the hollows around Karakura Town. Characters in this type of fanfiction may have alterations from their original depiction. There may be events that have occurred in character backgrounds that account for these changes. This is a work of fanfiction; not all elements about the characters will be the same as the original author intended. Names are presented in Western Style (given name, surname). Honorifics are used when appropriate.

This work contains Fullbringer OCs Fumiki Togoshi and Murai Shibata.

The Arrancar OCs Chilin, Fereydun and his siblings, Kriya, Velocity, Moab, Dima, Imelda, and Maxi are used by the courtesy of SapphireTou (FFN/Ao3).

Synopsis

In the World of the Living, Ichigo Kurosaki has regained his power and recovered from the events with Xcution. He has come to a fairly pleasant routine, and that routine includes regular visits from Tōshirō Hitsugaya. Taking advantage of the peaceful times, Tōshirō has decided to learn about both the World of the Living and a person he finds of great interest. Peace can't last, and Ichigo and Tōshirō end up facing some unexpected consequences of Ichigo's protective nature. Disturbed and shaken by the experience, both are left to try and understand what has happened.

When an unethical scientist with a mysterious Fullbring named Fumiki Togoshi hears of Ichigo's history, she follows through on a plan to attempt an even more perfect creation than those that Aizen was attempting. Ichigo finds himself a prisoner in Hueco Mundo alongside an imprisoned ex-sixth Espada. Quickly broken down and changed into something nearly unrecognizable, can a man with a frozen heart realize how to save him in time?

Warnings

This is a hardcore yaoi fanfiction. This is rated MA. This contains explicit sexual content. This story includes humiliation, non-consensual body modification, forced bondage, sexual/physical/mental torture, and rape. This story also contains animal drives, dubious consent due to mental states, attempted suicide, and male pregnancy. This story is not intended to be read by individuals under the age of 18.

Disclaimer

I do not claim ownership of any part of the Bleach universe or of the Bleach characters. Tite Kubo owns this amazing world; I am simply playing within it. Original elements do belong to me. There is no copyright infringement intended and I in no way make money from writing or posting this work of fanfiction.

Chapter One

Chained Ice

Tōshirō groaned as he tried to open his eyes. What the hell had happened? He frowned. He was in Gigai. That meant something happened when he was in the world of the living and he hadn't managed to use his soul candy to get out of his Gigai. He thought hard. Why would he have been unable to get out of his Gigai? That was indeed the question. He cast his memory back and tried to remember what had been happening and then the world started to clear.

He'd been walking with Ichigo in the World of the Living, keeping an eye on him after his power had been returned to him. After everything had been revealed, it had been surprising to him that Ichigo had been so calm. Even after he knew about being spied on the whole time, and his power monitored, Ichigo had accepted it and moved on. Tōshirō often decided to come to the World of the Living to see him. He had no idea why, really. Perhaps it was because after near three years had passed since Aizen's downfall and he found that for some reason, he missed him. Tōshirō had changed a lot in that time, finally growing to a reasonable size. He had no idea why it had taken him so long to get to the point he looked mature enough to be a captain. He was as tall as Ichigo now, something which pleased him entirely. He supposed that as a Shinigami age didn't matter like humans, and their growth depended both on time and increase in power. In the last three years, he had been working to deepen his connection with Hyōrinmaru and felt hat his change physically reflected that.

This week, he'd had a rare two days off in a row from his duties, and he had decided to come visit Ichigo. In a way, he'd gotten used to being around the Ichigo that was in the human world. He smiled a lot more, and now that there were no threats to those he cared about, he seemed more relaxed. Occasionally, they would spar, but more often than not, Toshiro enjoyed something that he had never experienced. He simply enjoyed Ichigo's company as well as others. Ichigo told him if he wanted to visit, he was happy to help him fit in. So, Toshiro had become Ichigo's friend from Tokyo who came around now and then. Toshiro thought it was funny how bothered Ichigo was by erasing memories of them, but he let it be. Ichigo preferred to have others see him as a human, and not "scramble their brains" when Toshiro left. Today, they had been on their way to go see Tatsuki when everything grayed out.

Still, that didn't explain the current situation.

Tōshirō remembered seeing Ichigo stiffen and fall forward into his arms, and he remembered feeling a world tilting sensation himself.

Finally, he heard a groan beside him and he managed to unglue the eyes of his Gigai. He realized saw he was in a very empty, dimly lit room room. Little more than shadows lit the area around him. He hummed to himself and wondered what to do with the situation. He couldn't move his arms, so he looked up. Then he realized his hands were secured above his head by a set of metal shackles. What? He turned his head and saw Ichigo in a similar situation, hands above him, slouching as he rolled his head around. He was in his human body. They were both dressed in plain clothes for the World of the Living, and it seemed somehow Ichigo was more out of it than he was. He blinked. Of course, he could feel something in the Gigai, some sort of drug. Kurosaki didn't have a Gigai; that was his human body with all the vulnerabilities that came along with it.

"Oh, look boss, the boys are up!" a gravelly voice said from nearby.

Tōshirō looked up to see a man that would almost rival Kenpachi in size leering at him. Behind him was a thinner, shorter man with dark hair, and a blond haired broad-shouldered man. He glared at Tōshirō. "You sure you're not in middle school, boy? I ain't no fuckin' shotacon."

Tōshirō bristled. "I'm not a damn child!" he said firmly. He was older than everyone in the room put together, for soul's sake! Considering that he was finally as tall as Ichigo, it was very annoying that these brutes still accused him of being a kid.

The grin he received from the large dark-haired man was enough to send a shiver down his spine. "Too bad, I coulda let ya go if you were."

"Boss, you happy? I grabbed him too, sorry I couldn't get Kurosaki alone…" the blond said with a shaky grin.

The "boss" eyed Ichigo's form and glanced at Tōshirō. "Eh, that's fine, double the pleasure and all that shit. We'll let the little one watch."

The "boss" turned away from Tōshirō and to Ichigo. He smirked and forced Ichigo's chin up. Ichigo started violently as though he hadn't realized there was anyone else around him. "Ah, ya do remember me, eh, brat?"

Ichigo's voice was slurred. "Fuck you want, bastard…beat yer ass 'gin…"

"Yeah, try that. Your scrawny ass left me with a broken jaw, you know how much that shit hurts?" he said, eyes narrowed.

Ichigo spit in his face. "Fuck ya, Gerino."

Gerino leaned forward. "Nah, fuck you, Kurosaki. At least I plan to."

At that, Ichigo yanked on his arms, looking up, as if realizing suddenly that he was chained. He muttered and kicked out violently, narrowly missing a chuckling Gerino. Tōshirō could see that the kick was still powerful despite Ichigo's weakened state. The Gigai was clearing, and Tōshirō was trying to think about a way out of this.

"Nah, not gonna happen, now way yer gonna get yer feet near my face again. Don't know who fuckin' taught you to fight, but gods damn," Gerino said, glaring at him as Ichigo tried in vain to kick the guy in the face again.

"Fuck ya," he slurred again, resting against the wall panting. "The hell you do…to me…"

"Kenda, he wants to know what we did to him," he said with a grin. "Should we tell him?"

Kenda, the blond guy apparently, snickered. "Nah, but I got another syringe ready if he's gonna fight ya, boss."

Tōshirō struggled against his bonds. "What are you doing? What's this about?"

Gerino looked at Tōshirō. "Ah, ya must be new to Kurosaki here. He has this problem, getting tangled up with the wrong folks. Always having to interfere where he shouldn't, can't leave well enough alone, y'see."

Ichigo snarled. "You fucker, ya were trying to rape that girl…"

Tōshirō felt a shiver, knowing well how protective Ichigo was of others. And he could see him unable to stop himself from interceding in that situation.

"And ya shoulda left us alone. Because now you, Kurosaki, are going to get the attention I was gonna give her," he said, coming close enough that Ichigo's foot lashed out, kicking him in the leg. It was hard enough that Toshiroo could hear the smack of his kick connecting. "Feisty still."

Gerino motioned the others forward, and all three pressed him to the wall as the blond forced the syringe in his neck. Ichigo gasped as the feeling of weakness slowly washed over him. His head was foggy and he was dizzy, feeling like he was falling despite the chains on him. His stomach lurched and his vision wavered. He started panting, his heart beating out of his chest. His head was buzzing in a pleasant way, though. His world that had faded in for a second faded back out.

"Like that, bitch? Hope Kenda didn't give you too much, hate to see you have a heart attack, since I bet yer clean cut ass has never had K before," Gerino said, breathing against his neck.

"What'd you give him?" Tōshirō asked, eyes wide at the sudden effect on the substitute Shinigami. If he could just get into soul form... His eyes fell at Ichigo's hip, the substitute badge was close, and he was sure the guys in the room couldn't see it. If he could just get a limb up enough…

That thought was crushed though when to his horror the large man yanked Ichigo's shirt open, popping all the buttons at once, and staring at the white shirt underneath. Gerino took a knife from his waistband and sliced down the front of it, and Tōshirō saw blood beading underneath as the shirt fell open.

"What are you doing?" Tōshirō asked. Gerino paused, looking at him.

"Don't worry, when we're done with him, you'll be next," the blonde one said from his possiton on the other side of Gerino. "I think you'll scream pretty too."

Tōshirō was horrified as Gerino gripped Ichigo's slacks and yanked them open, ripping the zipper and button apart with a loud rip and pop. Gerino turned and leered at the Shinigami captain, eyes dark and rimmed with blue. Tōshirō didn't have to ask any further as the man yanked Ichigo's pants and boxers off him and tossed them to the floor close to Tōshirō's feet. Tōshirō's breath caught, staring at the badge. If he could stretch enough to plant his foot on it…

The rattling of chain brought his attention back as they unhooked Ichigo's hands above him. He started struggling then, pushing and cursing almost unintelligibly. It was quite obvious that despite the weakness, he was painfully aware of the situation. He was tossed to the floor where he landed with a groan. The dark haired one Tōshirō was yet to hear the name of shoved him forward onto his stomach, and he flinched to heart the crunch and cry of pain as he landed on his face, blood blossoming on the concrete.

Tōshirō watched to see him raise his head with a yelp as the one behind him do something that Tōshirō couldn't see. His eyes were wide and hazy and blood was pouring over his mouth.

"Fuck, Gerino, bastard's a virgin, you want it first?" he growled out.

Gerino chuckled. "Now this is fun, how about we give him a full ride, eh, Hino?"

The dark haired one grinned in a way that made Tōshirō's chest ache. Wait, were they…

"You think he can take both of us without breaking in half?" Hino said, pulling Ichigo up by the back of his head.

Gerino opened his pants and settled down against the wall. "Who gives a fuck, give 'im here, I'm going in first," he muttered grabbing Ichigo's hips.

The weird in and out nature of his brain clicked, and Ichigo came to reality for a moment. Somewhere in his mind he knew what was happening. It was dull, though, like it was another person. He couldn't focus his eyes though, and then his throbbing nose was the least of his worries as he felt someone grab his hips and a stabbing burn shot through him as a scream torn from his lips and he thrashed madly to get away from it, tears shedding in a rainfall to mix with the blood on his face. He heard Tōshirō's voice and was mortified to realize that he was watching this.

The second man moved in front, and Tōshirō couldn't see much more than his back, but he winced as Ichigo screamed again, and he heard the sounds of the two men chuckling at his pain. "Shut him up, Kenda. I'm tired of the screaming," Gerino said as he slammed upward, getting another pained sound from Ichigo followed by a sob.

Kenda was at just the right height to grab Ichigo's face and force himself into his mouth, getting a strangled sound as he choked around him. As if this wasn't humiliation enough, he thought, his brain screaming, and nausea fighting to throw out the offending object from his throat. Right now, all he wanted was to make it all go away, in any way he could. If Tōshirō wasn't here, he could have handled this easier, but know that he was seeing this horrible event was mortifying. How could he ever look at him again?

Tōshirō was desperately trying to reach the badge. The damn thing was just barely out of his toe's reach. He took a moment to look up. Well, this is going to hurt, he thought as he started to yank hard on his shackles. This was going to transfer right to his soul form, so he made sure to pull with his non-dominate hand. He was going to need his sword arm to get those bastards off Ichigo. It was painfully slow, and as he glanced over, to his horror, Ichigo's struggles were growing weaker, and there was a lot of blood running down his front, and he saw the glint of a knife as the one in front was digging the tip into his chest, leaving long lines of dripping blood. He gasped to himself, trying to concentrate, because he very much doubted that either one of them was supposed to leave here alive.

He groaned as he felt the bones in the Gigai's hand crack. He bit his lip hard against the pain as blood began to trickle down his arm and soak into the sleeve. He kept pulling and finally, a combination of the broken hand and the slick blood let his hand slide free. His other dropped as the first one was freed. Kenda, the one standing, shot a look at him, and thrust himself into Ichigo one last time, finishing his with a drawn-out groan, seemingly unhurried at the fact the smaller one of the pair they'd kidnapped had freed himself. He turned, knife at the ready as Tōshirō slammed his foot into the badge, sending his Gigai tumbling, and his soul form backward. Kenda blinked to see the body fall and laughed at the unconscious form.

Tōshirō growled, his hand aching, and pulled out his Zanpakutō but kept his cool. He had to stop them because Ichigo wasn't going to survive this. He concentrated on forcing power through his weapon to make Hyōrinmaru affect the human bodies. He swallowed and flipped his sword around and slammed the hilt into the back of the first one's head who had been abusing Ichigo's mouth. He fell with a tumble backward, but the other two didn't notice as they were reaching their own completion. Ichigo was silent now, his head fallen backward onto the Gerino's shoulder and staring straight ahead, eyes wet.

Tōshirō grimaced, knowing that he couldn't have stopped this but still filled with regret. He quickly swung the back of his sword into the dark-haired Hino, making him slump forward, blood running down his back. Gerino shoved Ichigo off, who had thankfully passed out, and stood up, grabbing his pants and looking for the attacker he couldn't see. He didn't have to wait long as Tōshirō planted a foot to his gut and then slammed his sword hilt into his forehead making blood blossom there. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do as to why he attacked three humans in his Shinigami form. It didn't matter, though, even if he was punished for it. He wasn't going to allow them to kill Ichigo.

As he tried to collect himself, Tōshirō heard sirens. He grabbed his Gigai and slipped back in; he knew finding a bloody unconscious body would not help the situation. They didn't need to focus on him, they needed to worry about Ichigo. He scrambled over, pulling the chains with him and gathered Ichigo's body up into his lap, running a hand through his hair. His face was covered in blood and other things that Tōshirō would rather not think of. He could also feel his pants becoming damp under Ichigo's body as he held him. He was bleeding a lot, he knew. He pulled the button up shirt off himself and covered Ichigo's nakedness. He could do that much at least.

"Ichigo? Please, come on, are you okay?" he whispered. There was no response, and Tōshirō didn't know enough about humans to tell how bad it was. The blood, and the feeling of Ichigo's rapid heartbeat against his hands where they held him was frightening him. Tōshirō looked up as a pair of uniformed officers came in, guns raised before them. They quickly blanched at the scene of the two of them huddled on the floor.

Tōshirō looked up, not realizing he had tears in his eyes until the slipped down his face. "Please, help him?"

His own hand was mangled, they could see, but they were more concerned with the bloody form in his lap. The first one pressed a button on his communication device that Tōshirō didn't know the name of and yelled.

"We need an ambulance at our location, now!"

He moved forward and looked over the two, knowing full well what had transpired. Tōshirō was starting to get even more scared, Ichigo's breathing was erratic, and the heartbeat under his hand was seeming to stutter.

"What'd they give him?" the other officer asked, holding up the empty syringe he'd picked up from the floor.

Tōshirō shook his head. "He called it…K?"

"Fuck," the one in front of him muttered. "How much?"

Tōshirō shook his head, hearing the blaring sirens getting closer. "I don't know, it was full, and the guy said he hoped he didn't give him too much…Kurosaki…he's never had anything like that…"

The other officer looked up, narrowing eyes at the bundle on the floor. "Kurosaki?" he said. "Isshin's son? Shit…"

Tōshirō nodded. "You know his father?"

The other man, nodded, "Yeah, he's fixed me up a couple times. Shit, where's that ambulance?"

Tōshirō looked down to the Ichigo and saw his breathing was becoming more irregular. He heard a loud siren and everything blurred as he watched as the Shinigami substitute was scooped up and placed on a stretcher, and Tōshirō was led into the back of the ambulance with him. Tōshirō watched, wide-eyed as the two paramedics worked. The officer handed one of the paramedics the syringe he'd found and told him what had been used. The paramedic nodded, and set to work, starting by something that looked like he was trying to stabilize his breathing.

Tōshirō barely noticed as they wrapped his hand, and felt as they looked over his other that still had the set of handcuffs still attached. He was slightly numb, actually, a strange feeling for the captain. He looked down to see a bag at his feet; he lifted it up and saw that thankfully, they had picked up Ichigo's discarded clothes. He reached in and unhooked the badge, pocketing it quickly. Last thing they needed was someone at the hospital able to detect it.

He heard words he really didn't know much about, such as overdose, tachycardia, respiratory failure, and vaguely he wondered if he would be performing a konso on Ichigo before the end of the night. He really hoped not. How would he explain that to the elder Kurosaki? How could he even face him after having let his son die in such a horrible way? How was he going to face him if Ichigo lived? He'd let this happen by not being able to save him. How was he going to look at Ichigo again? Even if he passed to the next realm, scars from something like this lasted, even into Soul Society.

Time seemed to do a funny thing for him, and skipped around. He moved, and was moved by others. Another woman fretted over his hand. He was asked his information. He gave what Ichigo had told him to give when asked. His name was Tōshirō Hitsugaya, a student from Tokyo University.

Tōshirō now sat in the small private waiting room they'd put him in after treating his hand and got the handcuff off his other one. He gripped the substitute badge in his less damaged hand. He looked up to see Isshin, Karin and Yuzu come in. He locked eyes with the dark-haired Kurosaki, who of course knew exactly what Tōshirō was, having saved her from attacking hollows. Both the girls had gotten used to seeing him around over the last year. Tōshirō then looked hard at Isshin and felt a tightening in his chest. Yuzu seemed to be the only one oblivious to what was going on, frantically babbling about her brother.

Finally, Isshin calmed her and turned to Tōshirō and asked simply, "What happened?"

Tōshirō looked up, unconsciously stroking the badge. "We were going to Tasuki's, and he slumped forward into me, then I saw black. I woke up in still in gig…er hanging by my wrists beside him. He was more out of it though, slurring and stuff. Then this guy, he said he was going to get back at Kurosaki for breaking his jaw. I guess Kurosaki had broken up their attempt to rape some girl…" He felt his throat tighten. "And…and they shot him with that stuff, K, they said, saying he might have gotten too much, and…I couldn't get out," he said, emphasizing the word and glancing at both of the knowing Kurosakis. "He couldn't get out," he said, rubbing his fingers over the badge. "I saw it, and tried but they…they pulled him down and his clothes landed in front of me, close enough for me almost touch…" he was running hands over the badge, and he looked up seeing that Isshin was aware of what he meant.

"I couldn't get to it in time, I yanked and pulled and my hand finally gave enough to slide it out, but it was far too late by the time I got to him…" he said the last softly. He was honestly distraught by his inability to get out of the situation faster. He was a captain, a damn prodigy even, and he couldn't help stop his friend from being gang raped right in front of him. What kind of person was he? How weak and pathetic was he?

Isshin nodded, and put a hand on his shoulder, not wanting to put the young captain through saying more. "I know you did what you could, Tōshirō."

Tōshirō nodded, feeling tears again, and saw Yuzu looking at them with confused eyes, and they looked up as the door opened, a white-haired man that looked vaguely familiar.

"Ryūken," Isshin said. "How is he?" Ah, Tōshirō thought, Uryū's father. Who else would be brought in on Ichigo's case?

The man ran a hand through his hair. "Well, he was overdosed on ketamine, but we managed to get his breathing under control, and I don't think there will be long term effects of it. We had to put some stitches into some of the knife cuts on his chest and back, but none were life threatening. He's going in for some stitching; he's had some internal tearing that we have to fix right away. There are going to be some long term psychological effects."

The white-haired man looked at Tōshirō. Tōshirō had no idea how much the elder Ishida knew about him, but by the look, he could guess he knew what he was. "What did they do exactly? There was a lot of damage…more than I would expect."

Tōshirō swallowed. "Two of them, together," he whispered. He glanced to see the twitch Isshin in Isshin's eye.

Ryūken frowned. "Well, that would account for it, then. Okay, I'll let you know when you can see him, okay?"

Yuzu looked around. "What do they mean? What happened to our brother?"

Karin sighed. "He got beat up, okay, Yuzu? He'll be fine."

There was a tense silence and Tōshirō stood up, and handed the badge to Isshin. "I've got to report back…" he said softly, so Isshin was the only one to hear him. "I already talked to the police here."

Tōshirō left, somewhat shaky, and headed back to Urahara's shop to drop off his Gigai and get it repaired while he was gone. He entered and was greeted by the coy shopkeeper, whose normal face seemed to immediately take in Tōshirō's unhappy expression. He sighed, and let the eccentric man push his soul out of his Gigai and fell back to the floor by the tea table, wincing at the damage in his soul form.

"Can I help with that?" Tessai, the monstrous kido master said looking down. Tōshirō nodded and let it be healed.

"Goodness, what happened to you, in Gigai, no less?" he said staring at the Gigai with the bandaged hand on the floor.

"Kurosaki and I got jumped by some guys, humans, and he's in the hospital right now," he said solemnly.

Urahara paled a bit. "My, my, what in the world could do Ichigo in like that?"

Tōshirō swallowed. "Some drug they used on him, did something called…ah…overdose?"

"Frailty of his human form, huh? He couldn't get to his badge to fight the effects off?" Urahara asked.

Tōshirō held up his hands. "They had us chained up, he couldn't use his hands and I couldn't get to the soul candy. I was going to reach his badge but…before I could they'd pulled him down, but his pants where the badge was were in front of me. I managed to break my hand and get out and get to the badge, but by then…"

Urahara nodded. "I'll talk to Isshin for the details. I take it he and Ryūken are at the hospital with him?"

Tōshirō nodded. "Yes, but I'm going to have to give a full report to the head captain about what happened. That's not going to be easy. I don't even want to think about what I saw."

He sighed and stood up slowly. He was worried. Very worried.

-oooooo-OOOOOO-oooooo-

"Hmm, you're sure about that?" Fumiki Togoshi asked. "It was the one with the odd Fullbring, right? Oh, I am dying to get my hands on him…" she muttered into the phone. "Yeah, bring him to me. I've got my other test subjects across in Hueco Mundo. You can open the way again, right?" She paused. "Alright, meet me at the usual place. We'll go together."

Fumiki put down the cell phone and looked around the lab. She was a research scientist at a facility that specialized in biological technology. She'd been a part of a few cloning projects, but nothing in the "real" world caught her attention like the things that invaded it. She'd captured a hollow when she was a teenager, when she realized that she had powers. Another Fullbringer had found her, tried to train her, but she ended up killing him. Well, that was accidental. She couldn't help it that he hadn't been able to survive the experiments she had run. Then she had run into a shy but beastly man named Murai Shibata. He had a Fullbring that turned out to be quite useful. He could open a path to the hollow's world. There, she built herself a hidden lab in a set of caverns, and there she kept her current experiments.

In the last twenty years, she had learned ways to contain them and negate their powers. Then, there was a major battle and she found so many wandering evolved hollows, the ones that called themselves Arrancar. Most of them were weak and useless, but she finally found one that seemed to survive everything she did. He'd been a pain to catch and he was incredibly violent. However, a slight manipulation of his situation, and she could get him to do whatever she wanted. The best part, she thought, was he was a cat hollow. She just loved cats.

She knew that Murai wouldn't let her down. He traveled by way of Hueco Mundo, opening one portal and stepping through, then opening another. It was the only thing he was good for.

This one, though. She had heard how Tsukishima had stolen his Fullbring. That was honestly the most horrible thing she could imagine happening since she depended on her fullbring for her research. More than that, he had become a Shinigami again, and that was one thing she had never experimented on. If the rumors were true about him having a hollowified Zanpakutō spirit, she was going to ecstatic. That meant that she could continue her work to fuse hollow and Shinigami in a way to make a self-propagating species of mindless soldiers with powers enough to take out hollows, Fullbringers, or Shinigami. From what she knew, this one had already defeated Shinigami captain.

She headed to her boss and put in a leave for at least two weeks, stating that she had a personal research project to handle. Considering her innovative works before, no one questioned it. It was a personal research project. Of course, she wouldn't have been able to do this sort of things to humans. That would have unethical. But hollows and Shinigami weren't really humans at all.