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Adult +
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Kidnaped! A plan set in motion!
Ichigo shot out of his bed and reached for the substitute shinigami license he always kept on the desk by his bed. He searched around a moment before feeling the hard round object and thrust it into his chest. In an instant, Zangetsu was in his hand and he was crouched into a fighting stance.
“Oi, oi! Don't be so rash, Ichi-chan! Aren't we friends?”
Ichigo glared into the former capitan's slitted eyes and scoffed. “You fucking bastard...” He growled. Anger began to seep through and control him, blocking out all rational thoughts and replacing them with revenge. Memories came back in an instant. He remembered Gin's sword slowly cutting through Renji inch by inch, that grin of his growing wider, the amusement in those eyes. Ichigo could see it all too clearly and that just make his resolve burn brighter.
Gin sighed and watched as Ichigo's eyes glazed over with hate and rage. He took a hand from the folds of the odd arrancar uniform and touched the hilt of his sword. “I knew it was a bad idea to send me. Your still mad about Abarai-kun, right Ichi-chan?”
“Is that some kind of joke?” Ichigo growled.
The smile on Gin's face disappeared for a moment as he scoffed before returning the moment he pulled out his blade. He walked off the ledge and landed on Ichigo's bedroom floor before turning back to the boy. “Do you want to see him again?”
Ichigo felt his heart leap out of his chest. What was this guy saying?! Could he possibly be suggesting that they had Renji alive? That the brought him back?! No way. Ichigo knew this guy all too well. He was defedantly messing with his head, trying to make him snap or do something he'd regret. “What do you mean?” Ichigo settled on.
Ichigo watched in disgust as the fox-faced man's grin grew wider, much like the last time they had fought. Gin lifted Shinzo in front of him and his eyes opened. “I've been ordered to take you back alive. Don't make me have to hurt you Ichi-chan.” Gin's grin faded into a serious frown.
Ichigo's grip on Zangetsu tightened. “Fuck you!” He spat.
Gin sighed and began to advance towards the boy. “Fine then.” He said, his voice cold and hard. “Don't say I didn't warn you.”
In an instant, Gin disappeared from view and stood behind Ichigo, his sword to his neck. Ichigo ducked away and lunged at Gin, bringing his sword forward to stab the man. Gin scoffed and moved to the side, letting Ichigo tumble past him and narrowly avoided crashing into his desk.
“You're slow.” Gin grabbed Ichigo by the color and threw him onto the bed. Ichigo tried to scramble back up but was immediately pushed back down and held in place. Ichigo struggled against the man's hold but could do nothing. He felt as Zangetsu slipped from his grasp and fell off the bed with a clang.
Gin leaned down closer to Ichigo, their faces only inches apart. Ichigo felt the former capitan's foul breath graze his cheeks and he grimaced. “Get the fuck off of me!” He shouted. Gin said nothing and instead held the boy's head still as he smashed their mouths together, forcing his tounge between the boy's lips. Ichigo tried to struggle out of the disturbing kiss and force the other man away but it was no use. He felt his throat constrict as he was forced to swallow and as soon as the kiss had began, it ended.
Ichigo hacked and coughed, turning his head to the side to spit out the disgusting taste. Gin released his hold on the boy and Ichigo shot up, putting a hand to his throat as it began to swell and become inflamed.
“What the hell did you make me swallow?” Ichigo growled, his speech becoming slow and slurred. He looked up at Gin who now stood in front of him, his face still calm and serious.
“Don't worry. It'll all become clear soon. Aizen-sama has big plans for you, Ichi-chan.”
Ichigo growled again and spat at his feet. “Fuck... you...!”
Then he felt as his head began to pound and the room began to speak. Ichigo fell back onto the bed, his body becoming heavy and weak. He cursed under his breath and tried to move his arms but they felt like lead. He cursed again and turned his head in time to see Zangetsu being picked up by the former capitan before his world went black.
-/-/-/-
“Aizen-sama, Gin-sama has returned.”
Aizen turned in his chair to face his subordinate. There was a look of interest and mild surprise on his face before it was replaced with his normally calm and smug smile. “Ah, Ulquiorra. I didn't hear you come in.”
Ulquiorra bowed. “Forgive me sir. I simply came to give the report.”
Aizen gave a wave of his hand and turned in his chair to overlook the white desert sand of Hueco Mundo. “I assume he has the boy?” He said, referring to Gin.
Ulquiorra nodded before giving and audible “yes”. Aizen's smile turned into a grin as he swong his left leg over his right and crosses them. “Good. Then I assume all the preperations are in order?”
Again Ulquiorra nodded. Aizen nodded in turn and motioned for him to leave before the Arrancar left and Aizen stood. The madman looked at the Hoguoku beside him and picked it up, examining the sphere for a long while before tucking it safely into his shihakushô.
“It's time to claim my prize.”
-/-/-/-
Ichigo had never seen the odd room before. Then again, he hadn't seen most of Hueco Mundo. Sightseeing wasn't one of the things he planed to do on his first trip here. Still, the place was strange, dark, foreboding. It was more like a stadium, actually, and he was in the middle of it.
All around him, Arrancar sneered and spat at him. Some were shouting while others ignored him and chose to act like he didn't exist. At the front of it all was a large white stone chair which, if Ichigo had to guess, was Aizen's.
The boy tried to crane his neck to get a better look around the room, hopefully find an escape point, but the hand around the back of his neck tightened it's grip and forced his head down again.
“Shinigami, fucker! I thought I told you not to move!”
Ichigo growled but didn't say anything. He could easily kick the shit out of this arrancar if it wasn't for the chains tying his hands behind his back and the fact they hid Zangetsu from him. Even then, Ichigo was strong enough. He was sure he could kill this guy.
These was a loud clap for attention and all heads snapped up to look in the direction from which it came. Even Ichigo was allowed permission to lift his head and he realized all eyes were focused on the great stone chair. When he saw why, anger rose within him.
“Kurosaki Ichigo.” The sickly voice called.
“Aizen...!” Ichigo growled. The boy glared at the former shinigami capitan with such ferocity it could paralyze a thousand men. Aizen smiled back in amusement, his brows arched slightly.
Ichigo's body began to shake with anger as the man sat down and Gin stood by his side. Ichigo's eyes flickered over to the silvered hair man for a moment before flashing back to Aizen and glaring even more murderously than before.
“I suppose you wonder why you are here.” Aizen said more than he asked. The man brought a hand up to his chin and rested his head against it, still looking at Ichigo.
Ichigo scoffed but said nothing. He wouldn't justify this madman with an answer, he didn't deserve Ichigo's acknowledgment.
“Nothing to say?” Aizen mused. “No insult or snappy come back? I say, you were quite vocal when you saw Gin.”
Ichigo, again, said nothing. Instead, he snorted and spat at the ground, only wishing it was Aizen's feet.
Aizen's smile grew into a grin as he glanced momentarily at Gin who smiled at him. “Now, now, boy. No need to be so vulgar. Especially when you have a friend here.”
Friend? Ichigo thought. Does he mean Orihime? No. He wouldn't bring her out. I've already seen her and besides, he knows I might have some sort of trick up my sleeve... Not that I do.
“Mitsuji-san, please come out here.” Aizen said, snapping Ichigo out of his thoughts.
Ichigo watched as Gin moved aside and a new presence began to take his place next to Aizen. The person was still walking out of the shadows so Ichigo had to squint but when the light hit their face, he couldn't help but gasp.
“Re...Ren...ji...?”
-/-/-/-
I was gonna write a little more but that's it. Sorry this is kindda late. I'll be sure to update sooner.
“Oi, oi! Don't be so rash, Ichi-chan! Aren't we friends?”
Ichigo glared into the former capitan's slitted eyes and scoffed. “You fucking bastard...” He growled. Anger began to seep through and control him, blocking out all rational thoughts and replacing them with revenge. Memories came back in an instant. He remembered Gin's sword slowly cutting through Renji inch by inch, that grin of his growing wider, the amusement in those eyes. Ichigo could see it all too clearly and that just make his resolve burn brighter.
Gin sighed and watched as Ichigo's eyes glazed over with hate and rage. He took a hand from the folds of the odd arrancar uniform and touched the hilt of his sword. “I knew it was a bad idea to send me. Your still mad about Abarai-kun, right Ichi-chan?”
“Is that some kind of joke?” Ichigo growled.
The smile on Gin's face disappeared for a moment as he scoffed before returning the moment he pulled out his blade. He walked off the ledge and landed on Ichigo's bedroom floor before turning back to the boy. “Do you want to see him again?”
Ichigo felt his heart leap out of his chest. What was this guy saying?! Could he possibly be suggesting that they had Renji alive? That the brought him back?! No way. Ichigo knew this guy all too well. He was defedantly messing with his head, trying to make him snap or do something he'd regret. “What do you mean?” Ichigo settled on.
Ichigo watched in disgust as the fox-faced man's grin grew wider, much like the last time they had fought. Gin lifted Shinzo in front of him and his eyes opened. “I've been ordered to take you back alive. Don't make me have to hurt you Ichi-chan.” Gin's grin faded into a serious frown.
Ichigo's grip on Zangetsu tightened. “Fuck you!” He spat.
Gin sighed and began to advance towards the boy. “Fine then.” He said, his voice cold and hard. “Don't say I didn't warn you.”
In an instant, Gin disappeared from view and stood behind Ichigo, his sword to his neck. Ichigo ducked away and lunged at Gin, bringing his sword forward to stab the man. Gin scoffed and moved to the side, letting Ichigo tumble past him and narrowly avoided crashing into his desk.
“You're slow.” Gin grabbed Ichigo by the color and threw him onto the bed. Ichigo tried to scramble back up but was immediately pushed back down and held in place. Ichigo struggled against the man's hold but could do nothing. He felt as Zangetsu slipped from his grasp and fell off the bed with a clang.
Gin leaned down closer to Ichigo, their faces only inches apart. Ichigo felt the former capitan's foul breath graze his cheeks and he grimaced. “Get the fuck off of me!” He shouted. Gin said nothing and instead held the boy's head still as he smashed their mouths together, forcing his tounge between the boy's lips. Ichigo tried to struggle out of the disturbing kiss and force the other man away but it was no use. He felt his throat constrict as he was forced to swallow and as soon as the kiss had began, it ended.
Ichigo hacked and coughed, turning his head to the side to spit out the disgusting taste. Gin released his hold on the boy and Ichigo shot up, putting a hand to his throat as it began to swell and become inflamed.
“What the hell did you make me swallow?” Ichigo growled, his speech becoming slow and slurred. He looked up at Gin who now stood in front of him, his face still calm and serious.
“Don't worry. It'll all become clear soon. Aizen-sama has big plans for you, Ichi-chan.”
Ichigo growled again and spat at his feet. “Fuck... you...!”
Then he felt as his head began to pound and the room began to speak. Ichigo fell back onto the bed, his body becoming heavy and weak. He cursed under his breath and tried to move his arms but they felt like lead. He cursed again and turned his head in time to see Zangetsu being picked up by the former capitan before his world went black.
-/-/-/-
“Aizen-sama, Gin-sama has returned.”
Aizen turned in his chair to face his subordinate. There was a look of interest and mild surprise on his face before it was replaced with his normally calm and smug smile. “Ah, Ulquiorra. I didn't hear you come in.”
Ulquiorra bowed. “Forgive me sir. I simply came to give the report.”
Aizen gave a wave of his hand and turned in his chair to overlook the white desert sand of Hueco Mundo. “I assume he has the boy?” He said, referring to Gin.
Ulquiorra nodded before giving and audible “yes”. Aizen's smile turned into a grin as he swong his left leg over his right and crosses them. “Good. Then I assume all the preperations are in order?”
Again Ulquiorra nodded. Aizen nodded in turn and motioned for him to leave before the Arrancar left and Aizen stood. The madman looked at the Hoguoku beside him and picked it up, examining the sphere for a long while before tucking it safely into his shihakushô.
“It's time to claim my prize.”
-/-/-/-
Ichigo had never seen the odd room before. Then again, he hadn't seen most of Hueco Mundo. Sightseeing wasn't one of the things he planed to do on his first trip here. Still, the place was strange, dark, foreboding. It was more like a stadium, actually, and he was in the middle of it.
All around him, Arrancar sneered and spat at him. Some were shouting while others ignored him and chose to act like he didn't exist. At the front of it all was a large white stone chair which, if Ichigo had to guess, was Aizen's.
The boy tried to crane his neck to get a better look around the room, hopefully find an escape point, but the hand around the back of his neck tightened it's grip and forced his head down again.
“Shinigami, fucker! I thought I told you not to move!”
Ichigo growled but didn't say anything. He could easily kick the shit out of this arrancar if it wasn't for the chains tying his hands behind his back and the fact they hid Zangetsu from him. Even then, Ichigo was strong enough. He was sure he could kill this guy.
These was a loud clap for attention and all heads snapped up to look in the direction from which it came. Even Ichigo was allowed permission to lift his head and he realized all eyes were focused on the great stone chair. When he saw why, anger rose within him.
“Kurosaki Ichigo.” The sickly voice called.
“Aizen...!” Ichigo growled. The boy glared at the former shinigami capitan with such ferocity it could paralyze a thousand men. Aizen smiled back in amusement, his brows arched slightly.
Ichigo's body began to shake with anger as the man sat down and Gin stood by his side. Ichigo's eyes flickered over to the silvered hair man for a moment before flashing back to Aizen and glaring even more murderously than before.
“I suppose you wonder why you are here.” Aizen said more than he asked. The man brought a hand up to his chin and rested his head against it, still looking at Ichigo.
Ichigo scoffed but said nothing. He wouldn't justify this madman with an answer, he didn't deserve Ichigo's acknowledgment.
“Nothing to say?” Aizen mused. “No insult or snappy come back? I say, you were quite vocal when you saw Gin.”
Ichigo, again, said nothing. Instead, he snorted and spat at the ground, only wishing it was Aizen's feet.
Aizen's smile grew into a grin as he glanced momentarily at Gin who smiled at him. “Now, now, boy. No need to be so vulgar. Especially when you have a friend here.”
Friend? Ichigo thought. Does he mean Orihime? No. He wouldn't bring her out. I've already seen her and besides, he knows I might have some sort of trick up my sleeve... Not that I do.
“Mitsuji-san, please come out here.” Aizen said, snapping Ichigo out of his thoughts.
Ichigo watched as Gin moved aside and a new presence began to take his place next to Aizen. The person was still walking out of the shadows so Ichigo had to squint but when the light hit their face, he couldn't help but gasp.
“Re...Ren...ji...?”
-/-/-/-
I was gonna write a little more but that's it. Sorry this is kindda late. I'll be sure to update sooner.