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Ichigo's chest heaved brutally, cold sweat pouring down the rippling

muscles of his tanned skin. The tears bit at the corners of his closed eyes as his

body quaked violently. His whimpers filled the bare room bathed in mooNlight.

His thick white sheets clung to his skin as he thrashed about his bed. His eyes

clamped tightly and his brows furrowed as if in pain. Ulquirra's luminous green

orbs fell on the display as he observed Ichigo from his open door. Another nightmare.



"You know Ulquirra, it's not nice to peep." A husky, sleep rich tone flooded

the Espada's ears, Ulquirra turned to confirm the owner of said voice.



"Stark."



"Hmph. Cold as ever I see." Ichigo groaned loudly as his back arched from

the bed, tears falling down his cheeks.



"Kurosaki-san is having another nightmare." Ulquirra placed an icy pale hand on

the struggling teens forehead, brushing back damp strands of orange locks.



"Maybe you do care?"



"He's interrupting my sleep."



"Maybe not. Anyway it seems like he's having a really bad one."



"G-Grimm....Sorry." The distressed boy grumbled, biting his lips harshly, blood

leaking profusely from the lush flesh.



"Hmph. Who would have thought that maniac could love his own enemy? Then

again he never was very rational."



"Hush Stark. You'll wake Kurosaki-san." Ulquirra's hand was suddenly clasped in

a bone crushing vice, Ichigo's eyes snapped open, wild and full of emotion.



This was why Ulquirra watched the boy, to see that range of emotion flicker across his

face. So much confusion, consuming agony, flaming hatred, depriving loneliness, and then finally

an inferno of rage. Ulquirra preferred the aftermath of his rage, when he was docile and timid. To

see so much life in a single being simply amazed Ulquirra. Ichigo's clasp tightened, his teeth bared

threateningly, his pupils dilated as he roared his hatred of this eternal hell for all to hear. In an instant

Ulquirra flinched slightly as his rieatsu flooded the room, suffocating as the walls cracked. The windows

transparent glass shattered, blanketing the floor. Oh it was only beggining.



Ichigo's eyes flickered with deadly intent as his fist flew towards Ulquirra's emotionless face only

to connect with Stark's gloved hand. The animalistic growl produced was almost inhuman as he

kicked at the tall dark haired man who easily avoided the damage, wrapping his arms around the howling

boy as he kicked and flailed. Ichigo propelled himself backwards into the man, sending them flying into a

metal framed black dresser, crumpling it under their weight as if it were cardboard. Ulquirra sighed lightly as

he approached the snarling teen that slammed his head back into Starks, making his nose gush with dark

crimson blood.



Ulquirra's hand raised, the boy distracted by Stark's grunts of momentary pain. A ghostly pale hand

collided with the side of Ichigo's face, leaving an angry red streak across the delicate skin. His gaze flicked back

to that empty stare before his mind clicked on what had just happened. His movements ceased as a heavy

silence fell upon the room. Ichigo breathed deeply as Stark released his still trembling body only to be

toppled back on the ground as the red head buried his head into his broad shoulders. Stark paused for a

moment as pity ached at his intestines. He embraced the boy tightly as Ulquirra patted down the damp tangerine

locks. Every night was the same, he always broke down into a heap of pain. He was always so vulnerable.



Stark could recall the first week the nightmares began, Aizen had caught wind about it and thought it all

too amusing to watch the boy scream in agony. It only got worse when he had to constantly listen to Aizens

chants on how he killed Grimmjow and how he was going to become a God, destroying every thing he once

held dear. Then the violence started. Ichigo's last shred of humanity snapped one night when both Gin and

Aizen hazed him after a nightmare that caused him to sob uncontrollably, threatening him with another rape, this

time displayed in front of all of the Espada to see. He snapped, nearly got himself killed and was having

violent nightmares since.



Stark came to a decision. He had to do this. To save his dear friend he needed to do this. Even if Stark

died in the process he had to try. Ichigo's body slowly grew limp as exhaustion settled upon him and soon sleep

followed once again. He was tired of following Aizen and being used to gain a purpose that he knew would only

endanger him in the end. Ulquirra looked knowingly at the taller Espada.



"You know it's not wise to disobey Aizen."



"I know. I'm just getting bored with this." He gently laid the limp teen back on his bed, covering his

lithe form with the thick blanket.



"Yet you're going to oppose him anyway aren't you?



"Why not? It might be entertaining."



"Haliban-san will help as well."



"Oh?" Stark looked on at the emotionless man, surprise piqued his interest at the thought of Ulquirra

joining him in the fight against Aizen.



"You're not the only one that realizes that his plan is foolish. We may be hunted down by the Shinigami

but they are necessary for our survival as well."



"But what makes you think Halibel-chan will help us?"



"Because not only have I too realized his foolishness, but I do not wish for my fraccion to

be harmed." Halibels smooth calm voice flowed through the room as she leaned against the doorway,

her arms crossed underneath her large breast.



"Hmph. So how long have you been there Halibel-chan?"



"Since his reaitsu made the walls crumble. Its a little difficult to ignore."



"Halibel-san. You will oppose Aizen as well?" Ulquirra began to walk towards the

doorway she leaned against, preparing to make his leave.



"It's the only rational conclusion I can come up with."



"So you like Ichigo too?" Stark smirked at the curvaceous tanned woman.



"I suppose in a more motherly way. If he was a woman I might would have to steal him from you."



"Hmph. So then it's agreed?"



The two Espada's at the door nodded as they made their exit and returned to their rooms for the night.

Stark let his stare linger over the young strawberry before he made his way to the door, sparing one last glance to the

sleeping form before returning to his room.

"Don't worry little Ichigo. You're not as alone as you think."



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Yay! At least Ichigo has friends. I know they're all a little OOC. But i tried my hardest to keep them IC.

Ah...Isn't Aizen such a meanie? ^_^ I hope people can tell that i tried to hint how Ulquirra does like Ichigo

as a friend. He seems a bit cold but he does care. And also note how Stark and Ulquirra refer to eachother

and how they refer to Halibel and Ichigo. Hehehe and how disrespectful they are towards refering to Aizen.

Oh sorry for the whole scrolling tothe side with the chapters. Im still new ya know?