I was running towards the execution ground where I saved Rukia, with Chad, Orihime, Uryu, and Ganju. We had just heard an announcement from people of the soul society that sounded urgent. Uryu boiled it down telling me that this person named Aizen is the reason why Rukia's in danger.
As we ascend the stairs carved into the side of the plateau, there was a question that ran through my head. Why go through all this trouble? What was worth sentencing a person to death over?
It was bothering me too much, so as soon as I reached the top, I shunpoed past the forest.
Then I saw him, standing there talking to a bloody Renji. As I saw his prepare to swing down his sword I stepped in to block him.
"What's wrong Renji? The way you're crouching down you'd think Rukia's too heavy for you to hold or something." I smirked, "Good thing I came to give you a hand, right friend?"
I lifted my head to get a better look at the man responsible for all of this. And I froze, it was only for a second, but it felt like forever. It was definitely Aizen, but he had on glasses and his hair wasn't slicked back. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes of his. I wanted to melt into his arms, just let him have his way with me.
Then I snapped out of it. Remembering that he was the enemy, I regained my senses. Wondering what that was, I glared at him as he smirked.
The scene shifted, he was now holding my sword with his finger as I felt myself being cut across my center. I can't move my body.
The scene shifts again, he's pulling something out of Rukia. When he's done he looks as if he's going to kill Rukia. Suddenly he's surrounded by other soul reapers.
The next thing I can tell he's engulfed in a strange light and he's ascending to a giant tear in the sky with an enormous eye in it. He looks at me and I receive a message from his eyes. Saying he will come back for me.
Everything faded away as I feel myself encased in warmth. I was in a bed, in my bed, in my house. I was woken up by a hand brushing across my cheek. I saw the silhouette of an older man. I was too tired to register that as strange.
I felt a needle pierce my skin. "Just wait a bit longer, Ichigo," I heard a sugar coated voice say. Realising it was Aizen I tried to move, but I couldn't. "Soon you'll be all mine."
My body was unresponsive as I tried to think of a way to get out of this situation. However, I was feeling really sleepy.
"What did you do to me?" I asked.
"I can't have you thrashing about on our way to home," he teased.
Struggling to stay awake, "What are you talking about? I am home."
He smirked, "Not anymore."
Things faded to black as I felt him kiss my forehead.
It felt like moments later when I woke up. I groggily sat up, as I did I felt a pull on my wrists. I looked down to see I was in iron cuffs. I was in my soul form, but Zangetsu was nowhere to be seen. I was on a rather large and comfortable bed. Everything in the room was white. It was a rather large room with a couple couches and a large terrace looking out at the night sky.
I pulled at my restraints, seeing if I could find where they were anchored to. When I pulled I found I was chained to the head of the bed, I tried to see if I could somehow get free.
"You won't be able to get those chains off without my permission," I heard a voice say behind me. I turned to see Aizen standing in the doorway.
"Aizen," I growled.
He sauntered over to me, "No need to be so hostile." He pulled me closer to him. He whispered in my ear, "We are going to be spending a lot of time together from now on."
I push him away from me, my cheeks were heating up. "Where are we, Aizen?"
He smirked, "We are in Hueco Mundo, land of the hollows and your new home." He traced my bottom lip with his thumb, "I've put out some clothes for you to change into on the couch."
I forced his hand away from my face, "First of all, I'm chained to the bed, I couldn't get over there even if I wanted to. Secondly, why would I change clothes? I'm fine with what I have on."
Just as I said that he tore the top of my Shihakushō, "You would have to change if your clothes were ruined." He pulled a white mask with red markings out of my clothes, "What's this?" He turned towards me.
I stared at it, "I could have sworn... how do I still have that?" I mumbled.
He raised an eyebrow, "You didn't realize you had it on you?"
I glared at him, "That's none of your business," I snapped at him, snatching back the mask.
"No matter," he sighed standing up straight, "You'll come around eventually. However, Ichigo, I have to say, everything that goes on in Las Noches is my business." He turned to head out the door. As he was about to walk out, he stopped. "Oh, and don't think you can escape on your own. We're not in the world of the living."
I flinched, "Then what's the point of chaining me to the bed? If I can't escape why bother?"
"Simple," he replied, "to keep you from doing anything too reckless."
"Thanks for the concern," I spat sarcastically, "I really appreciate it."
"You will soon enough," he said walking out the door.
I was left alone with my thoughts.
