Bleach: The Bloody Shadow

Chapter 9

Kuroda sighed heavily, this was not good. He knew he shouldn't have taken off his arm band.

As it turns out, the band itself had been ripped apart, whether it was during the fighting with Tokage or simply when he'd taken it off he couldn't tell. But this was bad, really bad.

He stared solemnly at the piece of leather in his hand, losing this was like losing his right arm, and he needed it just as much too. Maybe Kisuke would be able to fix it, or at the very least make a new one for him. He certainly hoped so.

With another sigh, he placed it into his pocket.

First order of business was to readjust himself to his new level of power, having not removed that band in probably years; he was unintentionally releasing huge amounts of reiatsu. Taking a brief moment, he took in a deep breath and quickly lowered his output.

With that problem taken care of, he calmly walked back up the stairs.

When he arrived back at the top of the stairs, he could clearly hear Yoruichi's voice from behind the door. It sounded like he teasing voice, so it was safe to assume that she had won.

She always used that voice when she won. Especially with him.

Kuroda remembered when she'd beat him in a race and had teased him to no end in that exact voice, oh the humiliation he endured.

With that happy thought in his head, he pushed through the door. The room he stepped into reminded him of the lab Kisuke had set up in the 12th division. It was full of machines that he didn't understand and a lot of blinking lights that he imagined meant something but he was too busy to find out what.

In the center of it all was Yoruichi, standing on top of a very badly beaten Heijin, all tied up and ready to be interrogated.

"I see you've got some payback for the trouble the discomfort he caused you earlier," commented Kuroda as he walked toward his friend.

"Well, he put up a little flight," replied Yoruichi, "I don't know how this guy even became a vice captain, he's way too weak."

"Bitch," muttered Heijin weakly, "I'll tear your-"

Whatever Heijin was going to say was quickly cut off when Kuroda kicked him in the ribs.

"Has he said anything yet?" he asked,

"No," replied Yoruichi, "I can't get him to spill anything, but may Mr. Former Black Ops can."

"Well," said Kuroda as he kneeled down in front of his victim, "it's been a while, but I'll give it a shot."

"Do you two need to be alone?' asked Yoruichi teasingly,

"Very funny," he muttered.

Cracking his knuckles, he immediately got to work.

"Alright," he started, "most interrogations start off with the guy doing the interrogation trying to negotiate with the victim. So I'll start from there."

Kuroda suddenly grabbed Heijin by his hair and pulled back on it so that Heijin had no choice but to look up at him.

"Will you tell us what we need to know?" he asked nicely,

"Screw you," Heijin spat,

"Well, I tried," said Kuroda, Yoruichi raised her eyebrow and gave him a skeptical look. Kuroda shrugged and punched Heijin in the face.

"How about now?" asked Kuroda,

"Your sophisticated interrogation techniques are lacking," spat Heijin,