Darkest Blue

Chapter 6: Breakdown

"It's not the time to breakdown.

It's not the time to breakdown.

It's not the time to break up this love,

Keep it together now.

It's not the time to break."

- Chris Daughtry

The halls of Las Noches were eerily silent, the lifelessness that hung in the air smothered any sound emanating from other parts of the palace, and so it seemed to Ichigo that the sound of his footsteps were all that existed in this place. The ex-captain in front of him made no sound as he walked, his stride so elegant that he seemed to glide rather than walk as lesser beings did. This lack of sound and the sheer colourlessness of the place created the illusion of walking in a dream, and the orange haired teen was feeling more asleep than awake even as his feet carried him forwards, blindly following the man he despised. He had been relieved to see Orihime, to see that his friend was unharmed, but he still felt the burn of shame in his stomach, remembering how he had caved to that bastard's demands. And it was bad enough that he couldn't keep the memory of what had happened last time he'd been in a lonely corridor with Aizen from the forefront of his mind…

'Are you satisfied now pet?' The illusion of unreality broke as the lord's nonchalant voice split the void of soundlessness.

'Satisfied?' Ichigo's voice cracked unwillingly as he spoke, his throat was dry and he would not admit that it was fear that had drained the moisture from his mouth. Trying to glare a hole in the older man's back, he swallowed and tried to speak again, 'With what?'

'Why, with Orihime-chan of course.' That cruel smile was back, 'I trust you are overjoyed to discover that she remains unharmed.'

'Don't play mind games with me bastard, of course I'm happy that she's alright. I'd destroy anyone or anything that tried to hurt her.'

'But what if you couldn't? Wouldn't that just be torturous? Wouldn't that just destroyyou?'

'Is that so?' Aizen mused out loud. With his back turned to the boy and that sadistic grin hidden from view he pressed him for information, 'Tell me about her.'

'Orihime? What? Why?'

'Yes, Orihime. I want you to tell me about how you met, how you became friends, why you treasure her so? And why? Because if you don't…'

In a movement quicker than any eye could hope to see, Ichigo found himself backhanded to the floor. Landing awkwardly upon his ankle, he barely had time to cry out before the traitor was upon him, dropping down to one knee above the boy, but still seeming to tower over him, leaning in close to impart his next words in a cruel hiss,

'Then I'll drag you back to her room by your hair and violate you in front of her. What do you think that would do to her, Ichigo-kun?'

Ichigo's mouth hung open for a moment, as soon as the man had gotten close to him he had frozen up, his heartbeat increasing rapidly as adrenaline flooded through his veins and his fight or flight instinct kicked in strongly, but he couldn't move as terror clouded his brain. This was why it took a few moments for these words to sink in to the shinigami's addled brain, and by the time they had the ex-captain was already running those fingers through his hair, gripping tightly at the hairs at the base of Ichigo's skull as though he was going to pull him in for another rough kiss. Bracing his neck to avoid being forced into such a thing, Ichigo growled, teeth drawing back in a feral grimace.

'You wouldn't dare!' Sparks of fear flew across Ichigo's skin, his hands curled into useless fists as he dug his nails into the floor in rage. He would dare, and they both knew it.

'Try me pet.' The lord's face was dangerously close to Ichigo's now as he purred, 'You'll find that I am capable of inflicting more cruelty and torture on you than you can possibly envision.'

He'd never even imagined that Aizen would do such a thing, he'd really underestimated how far the ex-captain was prepared to go, and it was more than Ichigo could take. He could imagine the look on Orihime's innocent face; he could picture how terror and horror would contort her sweet appearance and how deeply she would be hurt. She was so pure, and it was one thing he could not allow, he could not let these fuckers take away any more of her innocence.

'Even if it meant bowing to this man?'

'Well pet? What do you think?' Aizen tugged sharply on the hairs he was still grasping, growing impatient with the blank expression on the boy's face as he considered his options, he much preferred to see the redhead's expression that of one overflowing with fear and helplessness.

'No, Aizen-sama.' he felt like he was choking on these words, digging his nails into the palm of his hands as he refused to meet those terrifying eyes. He felt a weight lift from him and looked up to see the lord already walking away, turning for a moment to glance back at the boy on the ground,

'Good boy.' He purred as he ordered, 'Come.' Ichigo uncomfortably complied, humiliation still flowing through his body. 'So, tell me about your relationship with her.' Ichigo shuffled his feet a little as he walked, feeling incredibly strange at talking like this with someone he would love to rip limb from limb, and whom he was sure would also like to do the same to him. He cleared his throat a little to try and eradicate the fog from his head and focus on Orihime. He didn't know why Aizen was so interested but he wanted to give away as little information as he could get away with, since he was sure that whatever motives the man had, they couldn't been any good.

'Well, she's been in my class for a few years now, and I spoke to her a little but didn't know that much about her until recently.' He considered explaining about Tatsuki and how he came to know Orihime through her but decided not to, better not to get her involved in this at all. 'A few days after I became a shinigami, Orihime was attacked by a hollow and we saved her. Then she was attacked again which seemed to awake her own powers and she fought the hollow off by herself. Because of this she found out about Rukia and I being shinigami, and when we went to Soul Society to rescue Rukia, she insisted on coming and, even though she couldn't fight, I don't think we could've done it without her.' It occurred to Ichigo that Aizen probably already knew all of this, but screw it, he'd told him to explain how they'd became friends and that's what he was doing. 'I swore to her that I'd protect her, since she's too compassionate to fight others. I swore that I'd never see her cry again… That's why I came here, to save her from you fucking bastards.'

'Interesting… So you disregard whatever happens to you on the grounds that she is safe?' The lord cut in, he could tell by the swearing that the boy was getting overly emotional. 'You regard your friends as more important than yourself?'

Ichigo blinked at this question, furrowing his brow as he replied,

'Of course. They're the whole reason I'm doing this.'

'Wonderful…' the lord mused as he pulled open a door from a wall that had seemed totally blank a moment before, placing a hand on the small of Ichigo's back and shoving him into the room with enough force to make him trip. 'Stay here pet, and try not to cause any trouble. I have other matters I must attend to.'

And with that he was gone, the door sliding shut noiselessly, leaving no indication that it had been there a moment ago.

'Fuck! You asshole!' Ichigo shouted out of confusion and frustration and because he'd fallen on his ankle again, and now pain was shooting up his leg. What had that been about anyway? Asking him all those questions about Orihime… And the way Aizen had spoken, he'd sounded pleased, and anything that pleased that bastard couldn't be good for him.

'Agh! Fuck!' he screamed in exasperation as he punched the wall, his frustration only increasing as he drew back his fist to see that it hadn't even left a mark on the pristine whiteness. Why was he so goddamn weak? If it wasn't for that fucking collar... He raised his hands to his throat, tugging in vain at the red band that encircled his neck. He knew it was useless but at least he was trying something, it made him feel slightly more in control to be doing something, anything. He pulled and twisted until his neck was rubbed red and sore and his well of anguish was not nearly run dry when he slumped exhausted against the wall, tears scorching down his cheeks.

Nothingness flooded his mind as a self-defence measure as he collapsed upon the floor, fingers still wound around his collar. He felt completely void of all emotion, he didn't want to think, didn't want to feel anything anymore, not if this was the cost of feeling, of caring, of loving. He felt hollow, empty, like the creatures that inhabited this place. If he stayed here any longer he'd become like them, emotionless, driven by instinct and base desires.

He felt his eyes slipping shut again, and silently cursed the object that was draining his energy, his power and his very life. But there was nothing he could do, and for now it might just be best to…

'Sleep.'

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Urahara Kisuke paced the floor of his shop, a habit of his which had resurfaced along with the sleepless nights of late. He ran his fingers through neglected blonde tresses, collapsing at a desk to rub at the darker than usual rings beneath his eyes. Nightime was beginning to give way to the light of a new day, the first beams of sunlight flitting through the windows, but the shopkeeper barely noticed, feeling his eyes slide shut under a wave of lethargy and fatigue. He had been working nonstop, working on the one thing that he believed would give him even a chance of rescuing them. But progress was slow, and even the brilliant scientist had limits. And now he was reaching them.

"Ichigo…" he murmured, his head falling forward into his hands as he fought his losing battle against his body and the screaming need for rest.

His hat was absent from his head, and the blonde didn't seem to care.

Or even notice.

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Ichigo was still slumped on the floor when the lord returned, entering noiselessly by the door that didn't even seem to exist. He stood for a moment, contemplating the bizarre show of anguish he had seen the boy display, his emotions were all over the place and this, Aizen knew, made him more vulnerable than ever. Best to strike hard now while the teenager was caught in the whirlwind of his own emotion. Before he knew it, the traitor would sweep him away.

Aizen sunk to his knees before the snoozing boy, studying his sleeping face with an odd kind of indifferent interest. For a moment he considered moving the sleeping shinigami to the bed, but quickly dismissed the out of place thought.

'Pets shouldn't sleep in the same bed as their masters after all.'

As he made to rise from his improper position crouched on the floor, he was stopped by a hand that reached out to grab his wrist. The lord raised an eyebrow in inquisitive surprise as the boys eyelids began to flutter open, the child was still not yet fully awake and it was in this state that he mumbled a little, questioning the identity of the one that he could feel before him.

'A powerful reiatsu… Was it…?'

'Kisuke?' he murmured, and for a moment the dreamlike illusion held and it was the arm of the shopkeeper which he had grasped, the faint wisps of reiatsu surrounding him had that terrifyingly powerful but overwhelming gentle feel of the blonde, his musky scent filled Ichigo's nostrils and as he fluttered his eyelashes to bring the world into focus, he saw swirling colours of white, pale yellow and green.

'I'm afraid not pet.' Ichigo's heart stilled and cheeks flushed as the realisation of what he had just said swept over him.

'But really, calling your master by another's name, that's incredibly rude don't you think?' Aizen shifted his position so that it was now he that grasped the others wrists, pinning them to the wall either side of the trembling boy's head. 'I'm afraid I should punish you for that.'

Ochre eyes widened in fear as Aizen leaned in to take a harsh kiss, biting down roughly upon Ichigo's bottom lip. As the boy parted his lips a little to hiss in response to the pain, Aizen slid his tongue into the damp cavern of his mouth, and he thought that he could almost taste the fear so restrained in the teen. As embarrassed as he was to admit it to himself, Ichigo would've screamed if not for those lips smothering his mouth.

Heat flooded Ichigo's veins as Aizen moved his mouth to the boy's neck, planting teeth marks and bruises to replace the ones that had been healed away by Orihime, and even now that his mouth was freed, Ichigo found that he couldn't bring himself to speak. He shuddered as Aizen spoke against his sensitive skin.

'I must admit Ichigo pet; at first I thought that your devotion to your friends was naught but a farce…'

Ichigo's confusion replaced the fear and he found that he was able to speak again, he frowned,

'What are you talking about…?'

He cried out in pain as Aizen tightened his grip on his wrists, digging nails into the delicate skin. Ichigo arched his body against the wall, inadvertently pressing himself against the ex-captain. Aizen sighed in pleasure as he latched his mouth onto Ichigo's earlobe, nibbling gently and smirking as the mix of pleasure and pain drew a moan from the redhead.

'You're too young to know the true cost of loyalty and sacrifice' Aizen replied as he leaned in to seize abused lips in a biting embrace, capturing Ichigo's broken bottom lip between his teeth and drawing it into his own mouth. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut, this couldn't be happening, not again. He couldn't possibly be this weak… What the hell was he doing, just sitting there and letting this bastard take advantage of him like this? Anger welled in his throat and he retaliated, moving to sink his own teeth into Aizen's lip. He heard the older man hiss in pain and felt his face sting as his head was snapped to the side by the force of the smack that he received. His lip split and blood assaulted his mouth. He cursed and spat the red liquid onto the floor, doubling over in pain as Aizen dealt another blow to his stomach.

'B-bastard…' he spat as Aizen recaptured him, pulling him up from the ground and pushing him down upon the bed, holding his wrists above his head with one hand as he straddled Ichigo's waist.

'I thought you would have learned your lesson by now,' the brunette grinned, slipping a hand beneath Ichigo's robes to trace patterns on his chest. 'I suppose you need harsher punishment.'

'Don't touch me!' the boy cried, panic sparking in his eyes. Aizen frowned and proceeded to pull open his robes, exposing Ichigo's chest to the cold air. He thrashed around beneath Aizen, fuelled by terror and adrenaline until the lord supressed him, pushing him down with the sheer force of his reiatsu.

Ichigo blinked away tears. He couldn't stand being so helpless, he could hardly breathe and even with his hands now released he couldn't move as he lay crushed like a bug beneath Aizen's reiatsu and the warm body pressing him down into the soft bedsheets. He cried out as he felt a warm mouth assault his chest, a moist tongue flicking out to trace the contours of muscle, swirling around a nipple and teasing the bud until he coaxed a pained moan from the shinigami beneath him.

'Mmm, you're so sensitive Ichigo.' He teased, amused at the blush of embarrassment and rage that flushed the boy's cheeks.

'S-stop it!' Ichigo pleaded, 'Please just stop!'

'Why would I do that,' the brunette smirked as he bit down lightly on the teen's raised bud, making him hiss in masochistic pleasure, 'when you're making such delicious noises?'

He kissed Ichigo again, prising his bruised lips open and tasting the other man. Ichigo groaned, why was it that something so wrong, so horribly wrong, could feel so good? Why was it that the man he hated more than anything in the world could do this to him, and his body could enjoy it? Why was it that he tasted so good?

Aizen drew back, releasing the teen's lips to allow him to draw breath. Hazy eyes regarded him, lust and terror and wounded pride shining in ochre eyes.

'Why won't you leave me alone?' he whispered, words tripping from abused lips. The lord grinned as he made short work of Ichigo's clothing, sliding his hakama down his legs with deliberate slowness, letting his fingers brush the insides of the teen's thighs, drawing a strangled whimper from the boy.

Ichigo cried out as he felt cold fingers circling his already painful entrance. 'N-no! Don't touch me there!' he cried out as he felt fingers push inside of him, stretching his tight skin until it became painful. Ichigo squirmed beneath him as fingers pushed deeper inside of him, sending sparks of pain shooting up from his lower back.

'Would you rather be taken without preparation?' Aizen hissed as he fucked Ichigo with his fingers. He felt those fingers brush against something and pleasure burst through the pain for a moment, making his limp member twitch. He couldn't stop the sound of pleasure that escaped him then, and Aizen smirked. 'Such a dirty boy.' He removed his hand and Ichigo had a moment of relief before he saw that the older man was removing his own hakama, letting his clothes fall on the floor to join Ichigo's. Aizen moved to pin Ichigo's wrists to either side of his head again. 'Such a little whore.'

'I'm not!' Ichigo protested, 'I don't want this!' Aizen ignored his cries as he flipped him onto his stomach, pushing him into the bed with more force now. He leaned forward to bury his face into Ichigo's neck, latching on with his mouth to suck and tease the abused flesh. Heat was building in Ichigo's stomach and he felt sick and disgusted with himself, with his traitorous body for actually taking pleasure from this treatment. He cried out as he felt Aizen's arousal brush against his rear and he felt those fingers working their way inside of him again, stretching him painfully.

'NO!' he yelled, 'Please not again!' he would not give into the heat in his stomach; he would not give into this man. But there was nothing he could do but scream when he felt Aizen push himself inside of him, sheathing himself entirely in Ichigo's tight heat. He arched his back against the pain, pushing himself up from the bed and against the older man.

'I'll never leave you Ichigo,' Aizen whispered cruelly as he began to thrust roughly inside of him, those cold hands caressing his chest and teasing his nipples. 'Because now you belong to me, and I'll never let you leave.'

Ichigo bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut to try and block out reality as he felt his delicate skin tear and bleed with the rough treatment. He felt his own blood warm on his legs. Disgusting, he really was disgusting. He felt the lord pull out and thrust roughly back in, deeper than before and with the pain came an overwhelming burst of pleasure that buzzed through his body and forced another moan from his lips. He could feel himself getting hard. Disgusting.

'That's right, let me hear you moan.' Aizen purred as he raked his fingernails along the boy's hips. 'Let me hear how badly you want it.'

'Why are you doing this?' Ichigo whimpered, crying out as each harsh thrust brought with it that sickening mix of pain and pleasure. 'I'm not worth this!' Aizen laughed, his lips brushing against the teen's delicate earlobe.

'You really think that I want you in my army? As you are you are nothing compared to my espada.' He slammed his hips into Ichigo, relishing the way the younger man cried out and moaned at the same time. 'But I can make you into something more powerful that those fools in Soul Society could even dream of. Once I turn you into an arrancar and your hollow takes control and fights for me, nobody will be able to stop us.'

Ichigo's eyes widened further. Arrancarisation? That was Aizen's plan for him? Fear flooded his veins to compete with the heat that rushed through his body as his prostate was slammed into to again and again.

'No! Never! I'll never let you do that to me.' He panted, sweat slicking his skin as he squirmed and moaned beneath his most hated enemy.

'Really pet? I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter.' Above him Aizen gasped as he moved inside the teen. 'Take this for example, you do protest so yet you're enjoying this aren't you?'

'N-no, no I'm not!' Ichigo groaned as he felt that sinful mouth latch onto his skin, he couldn't possibly be enjoying something like this.

'Your body begs to differ pet.' Aizen mocked as he slipped a hand beneath the boy to fondle his straining erection.

'Don't!' Ichigo pleaded, tears filling his eyes as shame flooded his body in reaction to the pleasurable touch. Above him he felt Aizen's pace quicken, stroking him along with his thrusts until the heat in Ichigo's stomach exploded. He screamed in pleasure and disgust as he came, his muscles tightening around Aizen as he orgasmed. The brunette removed his hand from Ichigo's spent member in favour of tangling in the boy's hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck and sink his teeth into it in a display of aggression and ownership.

Ichigo cried out as, with a few final frantic thrusts the lord tensed and orgasmed, empting his seed inside of the teen. Sweat coated their bodies as Aizen pulled out of the younger man, leaving him sprawled upon the bedsheets, tears still leaking from ochre eyes and dropping upon the blood and semen stained sheets. He pulled his hakama back on, smoothing himself down as though he hadn't just taken somebody against their will.

Ichigo scrambled up from the bed, wrapping the thin sheets around him to preserve his dignity. Aizen caught him before he could move as effortlessly as though he were a child, and gripping him tight so that he could not move he pulled him into what could almost be called an embrace as the shinigami sobbed against his chest. He pushed Ichigo from him, keeping a strong grip on his shoulders as he continued talking as though nothing had happened.

'Your friends give you strength, but they are also your weakness… You should know better than to let others discover your weakness pet.' He smirked as he spoke, pressing gentle lips to Ichigo's eyelids before placing a hand on his head to shove him down upon his knees.

Aizen's hand moved to his waist, unsheathing his sword and slashing it downwards in a curving arch before Ichigo. The tip of the sword caught him across the chest, drawing a red gash upon his skin. Aizen moved it so that the sword was pointed directly at Ichigo's right eye.

'As much pleasure as it would give me to gouge your eyes out right here and now, I want you to be able to see this…' the lord threatened, his voice so cold it sent freezing chills shooting up and down Ichigo's spine.

Ichigo's voice shook as he replied,

'Wha-what?'

Aizen knelt, cradling Ichigo's chin in his hand, holding him firmly to give him no other option than to face him and show the terror concealed in his eyes. He adjusted his zanpakutō so that Ichigo's eyeballs were no longer in any danger, choosing instead to rest the blade across the boy's throat. Dangerous eyes piercing deep into the frightened teen's ones, the lord of Las Noches spoke, words slipping from his lips in a soft tone laced with deadly intent.

'Shatter, kyōka suigetsu.'

Ichigo's pupils dilated and he blinked in confusion as the blade of Aizen's sword seemed to vanish. A strong hand curled into a fist around the front of Ichigo's robes as he was pulled to his feet again, spun around so that his back was pressed to Aizen's chest. Strong arms encircled his waist, holding him tight so that his frantic squirming was rendered useless.

'Enter.' The lord commanded. At his words the door materialised again, and through it stepped the raven haired 4th espada; a pale, black nailed hand gripping the thin wrist of Orihime Inoue.

'Orihime!' Ichigo cried, struggling harder against the arms that held him.

'Hold still pet.' Aizen's grip tightened until it became painful, the air squeezed from Ichigo's chest until he couldn't breathe.

'Kurosaki-kun…' Orihime's voice came in a breathless whisper, her face was lightly bruised and terror screamed in her eyes, her lips were pressed together so hard they turned white. Tear tracks shone on her cheeks and as she reached out a hand towards him he could see little crescent moon marks in her palm from where her nails had been digging in.

'You bastards! What have you done to her!' he growled as best he could with the arms still compressing his thorax.

'Nothing yet.' Aizen whispered, a shudder running through Ichigo's body as he felt warm breath stroking his ear. 'Remember pet, you brought this upon yourself.' He taunted, nuzzling orange strands as he pressed lips to the boy's hair. Ichigo felt fear spike in his stomach at these words, a faint realisation of what was about to happen curling at the corners of his mind.

'Don't hurt her, if you hurt her I'll...!' Ichigo was cut off by the calloused hand that clamped over his mouth.

'Ssh shh pet, I want you to be able to hear all of this.' The older man hissed viciously as he rested his head on the boy's shoulder, cocking it in an interested manner as he regarded the two that stood just inside the room.

Ulquiorra had been standing impassively and disinterestedly in the corner next to the sobbing Orihime, but now he moved into action as though he had received some invisible signal from his master. He twisted the girl's arm behind her back, pushing her down onto her knees facing away from him.

Ichigo's eyes widened, he was screaming inside his head. His nerve ends were on fire, every fibre of his being aching to move, to get that monster away from her, to save her. But he couldn't, he was helpless and worse still he had to leave her helpless and exposed and alone. The emotionless espada brought his sword to rest against the exposed skin of her neck. She gasped and whimpered as tears glistened in her eyes, but she didn't scream. She turned those eyes towards her friend and Ichigo felt his heart break at the pain and despair shining in those eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but whether she was going to plead or deliver some blame or reassurance Ichigo would never know. Her words were cut short by the blade pressing in on her throat, the sharp edge breaking her skin to bring blood to bead at the surface.

Ichigo screamed and fought with all his might, but in the arms of the lord he was too weak. He could barely even move, never mind save her. He was utterly useless.

And as he watched the blade cut through the skin and bone of his beloved friend, his mind broke.

He cracked. Aizen released him from his grasp and he fell to the floor, voice now freed he gave in to the scream that had been building in his throat since the moment he saw her.

'ORIHIME! NO!'

He shattered. Blood covered the carpet; it seemed to flow in an endless red river from the torn flesh of his friend. Her body fell, all life drained away with the blood and those eyes, those eyes once so vibrant and full of life now dull now vacant, wide and staring but never again to see anything.

'NOO!'

He fractured. Ichigo lifted his hands to see them covered in blood, her blood, her life. He screamed again, holding her body close to him, feeling the warmth of her blood soaking the sheets that covered him.

'I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Orihime!'

He splintered. He had failed, utterly failed. He'd tried so hard, he'd gone through so much, stretched himself to the limit but he still couldn't save her. He screamed again as he realised that the sheets he was wrapped in had turned red. He scrambled away from her body until his back hit the wall at the opposite end of the room. He shook as he watched her lying there. He cried out as Ulquiorra removed her body, dragging her from the room as though she was nothing but a piece of meat.

Aizen regarded this scene as calmly as though nothing had happened. This, unknown to Ichigo, was true. Nothing had happened. Total hypnosis was a powerful thing against those who did not understand it. He'd always known that breaking the boy this way would be too easy, that's why he hadn't bothered using it before. But time was running short and the amusement of Ichigo's stubbornness was wearing thin. He knelt before the boy curled into a ball on the floor, reaching out to grip his chin and force those eyes to meet his own. He saw the fire in those eyes dying as pain doused the shine of the flames, leaving behind nothing but the dull look of utter despair and fear.

'I like seeing the fear in your eyes.' He murmured as those frightened eyes flared with hatred. 'It's something that you'll need to have, that underlying, ever present fear. You'll lose your memory, and all emotion except that constant instinct. And it will swear your obedience to me once I turn you into an arrancar.'

'I-I'll never! Never fight for you! You bastard! You k-killed her!' Ichigo sobbed, unable to quell the tears that streamed from fading eyes.

'That's what you think.' The lord smiled, 'But this is only the beginning my pet, you'll see them all destroyed before I turn you. I will break your human heart and you will become my loyal soldier.' He stood to leave, the boy on the floor too overcome to speak. He stepped over the pool of blood decorating the floor, straightening his jacket as he turned to 'Ulquiorra' who stood in the hallway, with no trace of the fake body of Orihime to be seen.

'Let him see the bodies of his younger sisters next.'

And as he heard the subsequent cacophony of Ichigo's screams reverberating through the hallways, he thought that their sound was so delicious, he really should've employed this method sooner.