How Did This Happen!?

 Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Bleach...If I did there would be more yaoi~

Warnings: Ichigo's usual bad temper and language, future yaoi.

Summary: Ichigo woke up chained and shirtless! What the hell happened?! This is AU.      

Pairing: Aizen/Ichigo   



I don’t know how fast I’ll be updating this because I draw more than I write, but if lots of people like it I’ll go as quick as possible~!



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          Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the hell is this shit?! It’s felt like hours and my breathing still hasn’t returned to normal! I can barely even focus on breathing through my nose, which causes its own problems. Every breath ghosts across my skin and causes small tremors to start. And squeezing my eyes shut only seemed to make every sensation stronger. Focusing on my surroundings was a bitch and the only reason I managed was due to the fingernails I was digging into my clench fists. The initial intensity of the drug, thankfully, toned down after awhile and I could at least think again. But damn! Why was everything so unbearably hot!?

          Through hazy eyes I saw people walking around as if shopping for a new damn couch! What the hell kinda place is this!? What I’m guessing as the “goods” were either huddled in corners or chained up. Frightened kids, girls, and even guys. Sobbing and whimpering. Chained and gagged. Who the hell do these people think they are!? Treating us like fucking merchandise!

          While I was fending off another wave of tremors one bastard had the audacity to come near me and examine me! The hell he’s getting away with that! I lifted my leg for a kick, but it wouldn’t leave the floor. So I growled at him and made sure it was an “I’ll kill you” growl.

          He jumped slightly and walked away with disgust. That’s right pansy! You better fucking walk away! You can’t handle me! When I was finished glaring at his back I glanced down to see why my legs weren’t moving.

           Fuck! They were chained damnit! And…where the fuck are my pants!? A little voice in the back of my head comforted me with the fact that at least I had on black boxers and not those stupid Chappy printed boxers Rukia got me for Christmas and I promptly beat the shit outta that little voice. First of all, I would never wear those fucking things to begin with! And secondly, the least of my worries involved what others thought of my underwear! At this rate, the next time I wake up I’ll be fucking naked!

            I rested my head against my arm and tried to concentrate on something other than the giant ball of heat constricting in my lower stomach. Ah damnit. What do I do now? Wonder if anyone has even realized I’m missing. I don’t even have school for a week. Would anyone notice my absence? Damnit! Concentrate Ichigo! No use thinking that kinda shit! For now I’ll just scare anyone that gets near me. Yeah! Already, most people were avoiding me. Glare and growl! No way anyone can defeat Kurosaki Ichigo! You get close and I’ll ground you into the pavement!

           Speaking of bastards that I’ll ground into the pavement, here comes that Nezumi guy. Fucking rat bastard. I grounded my teeth in the leather bit and suppressed the shudders coursing through me. What did he want? And why the fuck did he seem so happy!? I glared at him as he walked closer with two other guys. The guy he seemed to be so happily talking to had on a white designer suit with small red gems on the collar of his black dress shirt. His dark brown hair was slicked back and one strand rested between cold brown eyes. He looked fucking loaded. Sophisticated, rich bastard.

          The other guy trailed behind them looking like some kid that walked into a candy shop and found out everything was free. He was wearing a similar suit, but with light blue accents. It looked unkempt on him, or maybe it just didn’t look as elegant when compared to Mr. Sophisticated. As he looked around his eyes remained in narrowed slits framed by silver hair. How the hell can he see? And he had the creepiest smile I’ve ever seen in all of my 22 years.

          Mr. Creepy looked in my direction and his smile turned into an inquisitive frown. “Ne, why is there a strawberry sign in front o’ ‘im?” He was pointing to a small sign placed a couple feet away from me.

          …wh-WHAT!? That is so not fucking funny! BASTARDS! I glared at the rat bastard as if lasers were coming out of my eyes to vaporize him. Fuck you, asshole.

          “Hmm? Oh! That’s cuz his name’s Ichigo.” The rat smiled and pulled out a small card. “Kurosaki Ichigo, age: twenty-two, height: 5’9, weight: 134 pounds, blood type: A! Pretty cute, huh?”

          Th-that’s my ID dipshit! Give it the fuck back! And stop presenting me! I’m not for fucking sale! I glared daggers at him, willing him to drop dead. This is so not fucking happening! A soft chuckle and my attention snapped to the sophisticated brunette.

          “Indeed he is, Nezumi-san.” He took a step forward and lifted his hand. I bristled and before he touched me I growled. I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking buddy, but I’ll rip your hand off! Beat it! Leave me alone!

           Laughter erupted from his silver-haired companion. “Aizen-taicho, I think ya jus got growled at!” He could barely get his words out through his laughter. Well. I’m glad you think I’m so fucking entertaining!

           “Now, now Gin. He certainly tried his hardest to be menacing. It’s not very nice to laugh at him.” He smirked and brushed orange bangs away from my face, his fingers causing me to shudder. Woah. That felt weird. I tried to turn away, but it wasn’t like I could get very far. All I ended up doing was expose my neck, which, in hindsight, wasn’t the best idea.

             “You do look adorable, all hot and bothered, Kurosaki-kun. Your face is so flushed.” His sinful fingers feathered down my neck and further, until they brushed a nipple. A small noise (which sounded suspiciously like a moan) escaped me and my head jerked back with surprised pleasure. A jolt of heat coursed through me and coiled in my lower stomach almost painfully. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! What the fuck was that!?

              A pleased chuckle passed Aizen’s lips. “I assume you are the reason behind that delectable reaction, Nezumi-san?” I tried to compose myself and steady my breathing. Both proved to be difficult. Especially with my hormones doing delighted little flips. Stop it hormones! I didn’t like that! Most definitely not! My hormones didn’t believe me for some odd reason.

             Okay. I took a deep breath. One thing at a time. I opened my eyes and, although my vision was bleary, I could very easily see the look of happiness on the rat’s face. As if his mom just praised him for good grades. I decidedly don’t like it when he’s happy.

               “Yes, Aizen-sama! It’s an experimental aphrodisiac.” A creepy smirk appeared on his face and he glanced in my direction. “I’m glad ya like it.” Aizen-sama? Geez what a fucking ass-kisser. And stop staring at me like that! And you! Aizen! Get your sneaky fingers away from me! A-and did you say aphrodisiac!? Perverts! All of you are fucking perverts!

               “So, we gettin’ Ichi-berry? He’s a cutie.” Gin glanced towards Nezumi. “Maybe Mousey-chan can give us some o’ tha’ fun stuff tha’ made Ichi-berry all lusty!” All lusty? I’m not lusty! Jackass! And what the hell is an Ichi-berry!? That’s not my name Fox-face!

               A thoughtful expression graced Aizen’s face, and his alluring lips held a small smile. They did look kinda soft. No, NO! Shut up hormones! This is no time to be admiring the enemy! Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on him! Wait…did I just think he was hot!? NO! Damnit! It’s the drug talking! The drug! That’s it! That’s all it is!

               “Now, Gin. You know that buying drugs created by unknown individuals upsets Szayel-san.” He studied me for a second, then glanced at the rat bastard. “Nezumi-san. I believe I would like to hear Kurosaki-kun’s voice before I purchase him.” Ha! Go ahead! This’ll be great.

               “Nezumi-san?” Aizen repeated with a slight frown. The rat was hesitating. Bastard! Hurry up and take this damn thing off so I can cuss you the fuck out! I’ll make your ears bleed!

               “Um. Right, Aizen-sama. He is a tad bit loud, though. Jus forewarning ya.” He stepped around me and fumbled with the buckles pulling my hair. Get ready bastards. You wanted to hear my voice. Well, you’re about to fucking hear it! Finally, the damn thing was off and I rotated my sore jaw. Before anyone could even think of talking, I took a deep breath and let the torrent of pent up aggression loose.

               “THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU SHITHEADS! AND WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THIS FUCKING PLACE!? GET THESE FUCKING CHAINS OFF SO I CAN BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP YOU RAT BASTARD! YOU PISS ME THE FUCK OFF! DAMNIT! THAT BEER WASN’T EVEN THAT GOOD IN THE FIRST PLACE! I’M GONNA GROUND YOUR FUCKING FACE IN THE PAVEMENT! AND YOU! WHAT THE FUCK IS AN ICHI-BERRY!? THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING NAME FOX-FACE!”

                  I was breathing heavily by the time I was done. Phew. That actually made me feel a whole lot better. Guess that’s what therapy’s like. I licked my cracked lips and swallowed. Damn, my mouth was dry. I’m thirsty.

                 The stunned silence was hilarious and I felt pretty smug about it. It’s your own damn faults. You wanted to hear my voice. The rat bastard was as pale as a sheet, looking at Aizen, who was frowning. Which was honestly kinda scary. Something tells me that frown isn’t a good thing. Gin’s eyes were actually open in surprise and they turned out to be a startling light blue. He was the first to end the silence by bursting into laughter.

                “I like ya Ichi-berry! Yer funny! But ya shouldn’ a made Aizen-taicho angry.”

                “I do not approve of profanities Kurosaki Ichigo. I think it best you remember that.” His frown was still in place and Nezumi was looking increasingly worried.

                I glared at Aizen. “And why the fuck should I care?” Yes. I purposefully put emphasis on fuck.

                An audible smack echoed through the room and my head jerked to the side from the force of the blow. Holy shit! He was fucking strong. If I wasn’t chained I woulda fell on my ass! Bastard. I licked blood from my lip and glared at him.

              “You should care, boy, because you are mine. Pleasing your master is important.”

              My eyes widened in surprise. M-master!? Fuck no! My mouth was still recovering so I resigned myself to spitting blood at him. I missed, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Apparently he agreed because he swiftly slapped me again, which had my head reeling and black dots edged my vision. “F-Fuck…” I realized what I said after he raised an eyebrow at me. Ah damnit. I cringed and clenched my eyes shut, preparing for the next blow. Damn. I’ll prolly black out with this one. Surprisingly, that blow didn’t come. I opened one eye cautiously to see what the deal was and Aizen was smirking! And then I realized I cringed away from him like a wuss! How dare I!? I just showed weakness to the enemy damnit!

               “It will definitely be interesting training you, boy.” With that it seemed I was dismissed, because he turned towards the rat bastard and thoroughly ignored my hateful glare. I battled with my instincts to yell out a string of random cuss words, but I was so tried and my face was begging me not to. I guess it didn’t matter. Apparently I’ll have plenty of time to piss him off.

               “I expect him to be ready for me in ten minutes, Nezumi-san. And I prefer him unconscious. Come, Gin.” And with that air of expected obedience he walked off. About half way across the room Gin turned around and waved at me. “Welcome ta the family Ichi-pet!” With that he practically skipped after Aizen.

               Then I felt a needle prick my neck and jerked away. Fuck. I need to pay attention more. Stupid Fox-face, distracting me. For a couple of minutes I was fighting off the darkness that invaded the edges of my vision. But I was exhausted. Both mentally and physically. The drug, probably a sleeping drug (hopefully), only quickened the inevitable. Soon, the heaviness of my eyelids won and I gave in to the darkness with a weary sense of foreboding.