Sinner

A/N: Alright kitties, I am taking a lot of creative license from here on out. For example, Hitsu-chan is going to be heading for Hueco Mundo to retrieve Ichigo…so I guess you could say that it is A/R from now on. I’m the author…I can do that sort of thing.

P.S. Oh God, I love Kenpachi

On to the reviews:

shiro-lover: Yay! Almost as much as you love Toshiro? Well, that's close enough for me! Thank you!

Ana: I don't know why it's not more popular either, but I am glad you like it and it's my favorite pairing as well. I'm glad you agree with me about Hinamori and the Sakura comparison is great.

Catarotta: Yus! I've hooked you. You know that was my plan all along, right? Anyways, I've never roleplayed before, but it sounds like fun!

Rubedo Jr.: Oh, I plan to finish alright. Thanks so much for the compliment. It makes me blush...no seriously.

You guys are made of awesome.

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Welcome to Hueco Mundo

He was losing quite a lot of blood and he was losing it fast.

His breathing was ragged as he attempted to dodge yet another attack that was thrown his way, and as he felt his body slowly shutting down, he couldn’t help but think of how he’d gotten himself into this situation in the first place.

A Taicho Meeting had been called shortly after he had arrived back in Seireitei after his extended visit to the living world. Yamamoto-Taicho had stood in the center of the hall as always but his calm demeanor had done very little to mask the heavy aura that surrounded the 13 Gotei captains. Even Zaraki Kenpachi, who was prone to dozing and/or making threats towards Kurotsuchi-Taicho during meetings, was giving off indications that his attention was in fact directed towards Yamamoto-Taicho.

The oldest captain then had proceeded to tell them that not only had Kurosaki Ichigo and a group of his friends entered Hueco Mundo against orders to retrieve their friend Inoue Orihime, but Abarai-Fukutaicho and Kuchiki Rukia had done so as well.

If they hadn’t been before, all eyes had then been focused completely on Yamamoto, except for one Kuchiki Byakuya who had had his attention focused on the wall at the mention of his adopted sister “suddenly” disappearing on an unapproved rescue mission.

Hitsugaya had known what was coming next and showed no surprise when Yamamoto-Taicho stated that someone was needed to retrieve the stray shinigami. Kenpachi’s eyes had shone with unveiled glee at the prospect of getting to fight top ranked hollow and perhaps also having another go at Kurosaki and Kuchiki-Taicho had seemed ready to step in as well for the sake of coming to Kuchiki Rukia’s aid if need be, but before either of them could do so, Hitsugaya had taken one step forward, his green eyes focused squarely on Yamamoto-Taicho and without so much as a second thought, had said the three words that had sealed his fate.

“I’ll do it.”

He was not sure of the exact reason why he did it. Perhaps he’d felt it was his duty, being one of the 13 Gotei captains, or maybe he had even acquired some affection for Kurosaki and his friends during his stay in the living world. Or maybe, and this was something that he refused to dwell on, he had jumped at the opportunity to perhaps come face to face with Aizen Sosuke and even more so with one Ichimaru Gin. But he argued vehemently with himself that his only reason for this was so that he could thoroughly take down Ichimaru.

So he had entered into Hueco Mundo with the help of Kisuke Urahara and after he had done so he had almost immediately regretted his decision to refuse the offered help that Yamamoto had provided for him. His pride really did seem to effect his sense of reasoning, but he refused to admit that as well.

Yet he had somehow managed to infiltrate Las Noches barely scathed, and had little time to think on the fact that it was odd that he had yet to run into any formidable enemies or that he had not found any trace of Kurosaki Ichigo or any other of his comrades since his entrance into Hueco Mundo. However, once he had entered a well lit and vast room of white, his suspicious luck had run out.

An arrancar had already been there to meet him and as he had felt the massive reiatsu wash unwelcome over his body, he’d known that it was going to be a life or death battle with this guy and he hadn’t been too sure of his odds.

It hadn’t taken him long to find out that the arrancar’s name was Jiruga Nnoitra and that he was, unfortunately, the fifth ranked Espada of Aizen Sosuke’s army, as the hollow had pointed out himself, sticking out his tongue in a rather lewd gesture to show the young captain the number five that was tattooed there.

From there the battle had commenced…

…and currently the odds didn’t seem to be in Hitsugaya’s favor.

He moved quickly to the left to avoid yet another cero blast from the over-sized espada, and though he had lasted quite a while against Nnoitra he had the most aggravating feeling that the hollow was toying with him, much like Ichimaru had done during their own fight.

In fact there were quite a few similarities between the two, and Hitsugaya found it to be most unsettling. The most prominent of these features that made the small taicho uncomfortable was the wide grin that seemed to be ever present on Nnoitra’s face, It was such a reminder of the fox-like smile that Ichimaru always wore that Hitsugaya found himself wanting to close his eyes against the familiar image, but realizing that such and act would certainly lead to his death, he forced his attention on the condescending smirk.

Another similarity between the two was the vulgarity that both Nnoitra and Ichimaru seemed to possess. As he fought with the fifth ranked espada he felt that both pairs of slitted eyes, one familiar and one new, were focused on him, sizing him up and devouring his body with gaze that would seem more appropriate in a bedroom.

But the most important of the similarities between Jiruga Nnoitra and Ichimaru Gin was their uncanny ability to make Hitsugaya Toshiro very uncomfortable. To make him feel humiliated, small and much like the child that his body showed him to be.

And he hated it.

However, he could admit, even if it was only in his head and even if he really didn’t want to, that he preferred Ichimaru over Nnoitra greatly. Because with Nnoitra, there was no tingling feeling to accompany the detest. There was no blush to go along with the lewd remarks. There was no hesitation.

Only hatred.

And though he felt that with Ichimaru as well, there had always been something to soften the blow.

But not now, not here, and not with this bastard.

“What’s the matter, getting tired there, brat?” Nnoitra called out cruelly, his one visible eye shining with barely contained mirth.

Hitsugaya could only glare as he took ragged breaths, wondering vaguely if his lungs were collapsing on him. He could feel the trickle of blood falling into his eyes and reached up to hastily wipe it off, knowing that his dizziness and nausea must surely be caused by the head wound he was currently sporting.

He had to contain a gasp of surprise when Nnoitra appeared right in front of him, his face mere inches from Hitsugaya’s own. Momentarily caught off guard, Nnoitra took the opportunity to kneel down in front of him as one would do to a small child--Hitsugaya wasn’t sure if Nnoitra did this because of his incredible height or just because he wanted to piss him off-- and grasped his chin firmly in one long hand.

“You know kid, you’re quite the pretty one…even when you’re covered in your own blood.” Nnoitra finished with a lecherous smirk and a delighted giggle, and Hitsugaya let loose a furious growl as he swung Hyorinmaru, hoping desperately that the blade would slice through the bastard. However, Nnoitra quickly dodged, leaving Hitsugaya to swing through the air, and lurch forward from the dizziness that the act caused him.

“Aw, you don’t seem to be doing so well, babe. I’m not too rough on you am I? I’d hate to break such a pretty little bitch” The quinto espada teased, watching with apparent amusement as Hitsugaya struggled to remain standing. “Though I do have to congratulate you for keeping it up for this long. Makes me wonder if you have this much stamina in other activities.” The meaning to Nnoitra words were clear and Hitsugaya felt his blood boil at the implication.

“Shut the fuck up!” Hitsugaya growled, sword aimed once more.

Nnoitra feigned mock shock at young taicho’s choice of words “Careful there, Taicho-chan, or I may just have to wash your mouth out with soap.”

Hitsugaya froze at the arrancar’s choice of words, his hands shaking slightly and not entirely from fatigue. Those words were so familiar, he’d heard them before, only back then the voice had been different…back then the words had been accompanied with a gentle and mocking touch…back then…

How dare this bastard use those words on him! Only one person could…

Fuck!

Hitsugaya let out a cry of rage as he raised his sword once more. “Bankai!”

Nothing happened.

He only felt a sickening pulling in his stomach as he screamed the word. He faltered in his stance and fell heavily to his knees, Nnoitra’s laughter ringing coldly in his ears.

He didn’t have enough reiatsu left. All that time he had been saving his bankai for when he ran into Aizen or Ichimaru, and now he didn’t have enough energy left to produce it at all. He had made a fatal mistake, one that was surely going to cost him his life.

Is this really how it ends?

Hitsugaya braced himself on his hands as he watched Nnoitra slowly advance towards him, his grin widening with each step that he took. He had a bad feeling about the way that Nnoitra was currently looking at him and he struggled desperately to get to his feet. The espada was merely two feet from him, when a monotone voice rang through the air.

“What do you think you are doing?” Both Hitsugaya and Nnoitra turned their attention towards the voice. There, near the entrance to the room, stood another arrancar. This one was far shorter than Nnoitra, Hitsugaya vaguely noted, and yet the reiatsu that leaked from him was perhaps even more suffocating. Hitsugaya let his eyes trail up to view the arrancar’s face, and the first thing he noticed was the twin trails of green tears that led from equally green eyes, giving the must be espada a rather melancholy look opposed to his lecherous comrade.

“Ah, Ulquiorra, I see that your timing is as impeccable and unwelcome as always.” Nnoitra’s grin had changed into a sneer at the sight of the new occupant in the room.

“I’ll ask you again, Jiruga, what are you doing?” The shorter espada seemed unfazed by the look he was receiving, and merely raised an eyebrow at Nnoitra, waiting for a reply.

“I’m just having a little bit of fun is all.” Nnoitra answered in a tone that was meant to appear innocent as he let his eyes trail up and down the fallen taicho once more. “Isn’t he adorable?” Nnoitra crooned, roughly grasping Hitsugaya’s chin and forcing his face towards Ulquiorra

“Hn.” Was the arrancar’s noncommittal reply as he nonchalantly eyed the battered boy. “Aizen-sama sent you to capture him, not play with him, Jiruga.”

“Oh, but that’s no fun!”

“That’s not the point. Now come on, Aizen-sama is waiting.” Hitsugaya didn’t have time to react as Ulquiorra raised a single hand towards him and in the next instance everything was black.

He didn’t even feel his body hit the floor.

When Hitsugaya awoke, the first thing he saw was Ichimaru Gin. He stood quietly beside a throne, his hands joined under long, white sleeves, and his infamous grin plastered on his face. He was just like Hitsugaya remembered him being, and as Ichimaru gazed at him and stared back, he once again felt that familiar feeling of discomfort and heat throughout his entire being.

“Ichimaru” Hitsugaya awoke from his daze and quickly jumped to his feet, but the action was too much, too fast and he sunk back to the floor on his knees.

“Are you feeling alright, Toshiro-kun?” A devastatingly familiar voice rung in his ears and he sharply turned his gaze away from Ichimaru to let his green eyes rest on the throne that he stood beside. Sure enough, there sat Aizen Sosuke, his head resting against a lazily placed hand, with a seemingly concerned expression on his handsome face. However, Hitsugaya knew what truly hid under that kind façade and his eyes narrowed at the sight of Seireitei’s greatest traitor.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that, you bastard!” Hitsugaya threatened in a low voice, his fists curling in wards as his eyes stayed locked on the man that he hated most in the world.

Aizen’s lips twitched slightly at the response that he received and he leaned forward in his chair. “I see that you’re as pleasant as always…Hitsugaya-taicho.”

“Fuck off, Aizen. Let me go.” He knew that it was a ridiculous request, but since Hyorinmaru was nowhere in sight and he wouldn‘t have been able to fight anyways, he felt it was his only option.

“Oh no, I don’t thinks so, Toshiro-kun. You see, we’ve decided to make you a permanent guest here in Hueco Mundo.” Aizen finished with a wave of his hand, as if dismissing the request altogether.

“Like hell!” Hitsugaya shouted, eyes darting around frantically, noticing finally that he was surrounded by what must be Aizen’s espada.

“Now, don’t be so difficult.” Aizen scolded lightly, and Hitsugaya swore that he had never wanted to kill somebody quite as much as he did right then. Aizen scanned over his appearance and made a tutting sound as he took in the state of Hitsugaya’s clothes. “That wont do at all. Why don’t we get you changed into some more appropriate attire. Nnoitra?” Hitsugaya’s eyes widened as he felt strong hands grasp his shoulders. Yet his expression went from shocked to one of pure horror when he felt those same hands begin to work on the tie around his haori.

“No, stop! What are you doing?!” Hitsugaya struggled against Nnoitra, but it was futile in the state that he was in.

“Changing you, of course, Toshiro-kun.” Hitsugaya could only struggle harder as realization hit him fully. They were going to undress him in this hall, in front of everyone. No one had ever seen him naked before. Even when it came to bathing, Hitsugaya had always opted to bathe alone. He was sure Aizen knew this and that’s why he felt it was necessary to begin the process of stealing his dignity away. Hitsugaya felt a cry of desperation rip from his throat and in Aizen’s eyes there was a glint of something that bordered on sadistic. And as Nnoitra continued to fumble with his haori, Hitsugaya’s eyes focused on one man and one man only.

Ichimaru Gin.