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Prisoner of War	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 57808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 13

Ichigo stared at the offered clothes in Aizen's hands, but didn't move to take them. They were a crisp white color of what the Espada wore, unlike the dull white and tans that he was accustomed to wearing. Aizen cleared his throat after a time with impatience, shaking the clothing with emphasis. Ichigo blinked as if coming out of a daze and looked up at him.

"It is customary for you to accept something being offered to you, Ichigo," he smirked soft.

"Sorry." He took the clothes with what felt like numb fingers.

"Still so young," Aizen said and touched his cheek.

Quietly, Ichigo unfolded the garments to see what he had. Like he thought, it was an espada uniform. He ran his fingers over the cloth in silence. He had been expecting as much. Since he had broken his collar, Aizen had been treating him differently, like one of the fold and not a sex object. Aizen was smiling softly at him, waiting for a response.

Ichigo's hand reached up absently and rubbed the side of his neck out of habit. He's been doing that since it happened. He had gotten so used to the collar, and now that it was gone, it just felt strange. This was not the way he had intended for it to go, but he would just have to adjust and move forward in a different direction.

"What is this for?" he finally asked.

"You don't like them?"

"It's not that I don't like them."

"What is it then?"

He looked at the white clothes and smirked. "Maybe I prefer black."

"The heart of a shinigami." Aizen chuckled soft. "Admirable, but lets not be sentimental, Ichigo. You're not a shinigami any more than I am now. A dead breed that was too weak to survive."

"Yes, you made sure of that," Ichigo said softly and looked at him. "I put these clothes on, and then what, Aizen?"

"You will no longer be considered or thought of as a pet when you are seen walking Las Noches."

"We both know it's not as simple as that," Ichigo said and stood, hand rubbing his neck again.

"Do you miss it?"

"What?"

"The collar. Don't think I haven't noticed." Aizen touched the side of his neck gently.

"No," Ichigo said and frowned. "Why would I miss that humiliating thing?" He stopped rubbing his neck and sighed. "It's just a phantom thing, like if you had a leg cut off and you can still feel it when it isn't there." He looked at Aizen heatedly. "I'll tell you this, that's one piece of fucking jewelry I was glad to get rid of."

"I know. Do not fear, I will never put another on you."

"I would just break it anyway," Ichigo said and grabbed the clothes.

"I have no doubt," Aizen said and smiled.

Ichigo dressed in silence under the watchful eyes of Aizen. When he was done he looked in the mirror. It didn't look bad really, but he felt almost like a traitor for even wearing them. Aizen came up behind him, hand to his shoulder and smiled. The bastard was extra pleased today for some reason. Ichigo didn't know what he had in store for the day, but he would have to figure things out as they went.

Grimmjow still hadn't come back yet from his hunt for his father. Ichigo met Aizen's eyes in the mirror and wondered if he knew about the two of them. He knew about Loly being killed, and he had known his power was growing. What else did he know? The game had become more treacherous. He smiled at the man that seemed to control every move he made. He would have to take back control soon before he was led down a path he didn't want to go.

"I think I'll get used to the look," he said, and smiled more to please the bastard.

"You do look good in white."

"You think?" Ichigo looked back at his reflection. A image of Hichigo popped in his mind. White. Hichigo, can you hear me?

Yeah, King. Why did you take so long to call to me? You've had that fucking collar off for three days now.

That door swings both way.

....Yeah, yeah.

Ichigo turned and kissed Aizen, tongue teasing his lips. Aizen knows more than I thought. I'm not sure what to do about that.

So what, he knows a few details, but he can't know everything. Don't wuss out on me, Ichigo.

I'm not, but I'm not sure what to do next. Grimmjow isn't back, and Aizen says he's going to have me kill the one responsible for killing Loly.

Does Aizen know Midori did it?

I don't know. Hey, how do you know? He continued making out with Aizen, using it as a distraction.

Grimmjow tells me everything that's goes on, King. You taking stupid pills or what?

You're hilarious, Ichigo responded dryly.

I know.

That wasn't really a compliment.

Oh....huh?

Aizen pulled from the kiss. "If we keep this up, we'll be late for your surprise."

"Surprise?"

"You'll see."

That sounds cryptic, Hichigo commented.

Yeah. Ichigo looked in Aizen's eyes hoping for some kind of clarification. Quiet for now, Hichigo.

Will do, King.

"Come, Ichigo. We can finish what we started here later."

Ichigo nodded and followed him out. He didn't ask any questions as they walked the hallways of Las Noches. The place seemed deserted, even more than usual. He couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. He may have been reading too much into the surprise, but he would never underestimate Aizen again. They turned down a hallway he had never been down before, and he looked at Aizen curiously.

Aizen chuckled soft. "Nearly there." He gestured to the double doors at the end of the hall.

"Aizen, what.."

"Shhh, patience." He led Ichigo to the doors and pushed them open. Within was a great ballroom that was filled with all the espada and several arrancar. Grimmjow wasn't there, but he would have felt his presence far sooner if he had been. Conversation died down and all eyes were on Ichigo as they both entered. Even dressed, he felt suddenly naked with all the stares he was getting.

"What kept you, Aizen?" Gin asked as he stepped over with that grin plastered on his face.

"Small bit of recreation, Gin. Nothing to worry yourself about." He smiled.

Ichigo blocked them out when he saw Orihime standing silently next to Yammy, the bulking espada number ten. He had expected Midori to be with her. He could feel his presence in the room, but didn't see him anywhere. Orihime was visibly upset, arms hugging herself. Her eyes met Ichigo's across the room, and she looked to be on the verge of tears. He wanted to go to her, but his feet just wouldn't move.

"Ichigo." Aizen said beside him, touching his elbow.

"What?"

Aizen smirked. "You look lost."

"I'm just..."

"Overwhelmed with what is going on?"

"What is going on, Aizen?"

"This is your special day, Ichigo." Aizen walked him through the crowd gathered. Ichigo watched Gin walk back over to stand with Tosen. He looked around and saw Mayuri chatting with Tia, espada number three. She was rolling her eyes and looking thoroughly bored with the conversation. He didn't see Uryu or Nemu with him, which was odd, but he didn't have any more time to reflect on that when Aizen halted him.

Ichigo watched Aizen kneel to an oblong box that lay on the floor. The room went still, and Ichigo looked around at the faces that had turned to watch. They were all waiting for something significant. Aizen unlatched the box and Ichigo looked back down to see. Inside was Zangetsu. Ichigo's eyes were glued to his zanpakuto as Aizen lifted it out and stood, offering the blade to him.

"Take it, Ichigo," Aizen's voice commanded softly. "It is yours once again."

"Mine," Ichigo whispered, but did not raise his hand to take the hilt.

Ichigo, do not hesitate, Zangetsu said. This was not how we truly wanted to be reunited, but you must do this.

Zangetsu. Ichigo took the hilt, and even through his unease, he felt complete once again.

"Now, Ichigo, there is a job you must do," Aizen said.

"A job?"

"Did I not tell you that you would kill the one who murdered Loly?"

Ichigo's hand tightened on the hilt as he looked at Aizen with disbelief. This whole celebration was just a glorified execution day. He looked around the room again, and noticed a group of arrancar on the other end of the room that were grouped more tightly than the rest. He was certain they were guarding Midori.

He wanted to laugh at how Aizen went on about it being his special day. The bastard was still playing him, even without the collar holding him back. His knuckles were white as he gripped his zanpakuto with an anger that burned in his gut. Aizen was watching him closely in the quiet still of the room. He should do it now. It would be so easy to just strike while he was so close and take his head off, but Ichigo wouldn't do it. No, Aizen was probably waiting for that. This whole mockery was also a test of loyalty.

Aizen put a soft hand on his arm. "Come, Ichigo."

"Aizen." He was led slowly across the room and it felt like a horrible nightmare, each step taking him closer to a horror he didn't want to approach.

"Reveal the prisoner," Aizen said as they neared the group. The arrancar moved, only to acknowledge his fears. Midori was on his knees and chained to the floor. Ichigo was again struck with the slight resemblance to Chad. His green hair covered his eyes, hiding whatever might be in them, but Ichigo could tell he was calm. Even though he was bound in this humiliating way, he had a proud air about him that Ichigo admired. He was a strong soul that deserved more honor than this.

"Midori," Ichigo whispered and the arrancar looked up at him, hair falling away from his green eyes. They were clear and unafraid. He even smiled a bit as if to say it was alright, but it wasn't alright. This whole thing was wrong. Ichigo looked at Aizen. "No." A murmur went through the gathered crowd.

Aizen blinked. "Did you just say no, Ichigo?"

"Did I stutter, Aizen?" The murmuring got louder.

Aizen was frozen for a moment, then he smiled wide and walked the floor through the crowd that parted quickly to get out of his way. Ichigo kept a firm grip on Zangetsu and watched him. He knew the chance he was taking by refusing, but he would not murder someone on Aizen's behalf. Ichigo moved his eyes around the crowd and saw most were on his side, but it gave him little comfort. Others were glaring at him as if appalled he would refuse the great Aizen. One of those was Yammy who had a big hand on Orihime's shoulder. She looked frightened and alone.

"Explain to me why you refuse," Aizen said from across the room as he turned back to look at Ichigo.

There was no going back now. "I asked him to kill her for me. The bitch deserved to die."

"I see," Aizen said slowly, watching him. "Why would you do such a thing?"

"I have my reason."

"Tell me your reason, Ichigo," he said softly as he began to walk the room again.

Ichigo looked over to Orihime. She was not the initial reason for Loly's death. No, it had been her nosy ways that had caused her own demised, but she had threatened Orihime's safety more than most here. Loly had always been cruel to his friend, during and after the war. Just for that alone, she had deserved her fate. His eyes stayed on her, her fear obvious, but she also had a graceful strength as she stood there with her back straight. He frowned when he saw Yammy's huge hand get a little more touchy, fingers brushing her hair. The bastard was grinning.

"Answer me, Ichigo," Aizen demanded.

"She threatened Orihime one too many times." He kept his eyes in her direction, his gaze going cool as he looked at Yammy directly.

"Oh," Aizen said and smiled. "I see now."

"So, I refuse to kill him. You might as well ask me to kill myself." He glanced at Aizen, but he was drawn to Yammy who had decided to stare him down just as coldly, his hand still playing like Orihime was his own personal toy.

"I could not ask my own lover to kill himself."

"Then don't ask me to kill Midori, because it would be the same thing."

"Very well, I will not ask you to do this." He smiled soft, but Ichigo didn't see it, too focused on the espada sneering at him and Orihime who was clearly getting more uncomfortable with his groping hand.

"Get your hand off her," Ichigo said low, unable to contain it anymore.

"Did you just order me, boy?" Yammy grumbled.

"Perhaps there will be a show after all," Aizen muttered and stood there watching, eyes focused on Ichigo.

"Yes, I did, and you'd be smart to listen, meathead." Ichigo gripped his zanpakuto.

"MEATHEAD?!" His reiatsu flared and his body bulged, growing larger in size.

Ichigo smirked. "That's right."

"Oh, now you're pissing me off! I'm gonna tear you apart, piece by piece!"

"Ichigo, please don't," Orihime said and backed away from the large man fearfully.

"Don't worry, Orihime. I'll be just fine," he said calmly.

"You planning on hiding behind Aizen then, boy?!"

"I don't see the need."

Aizen moved around and took Orihime's arm. "My dear, it would be best to stay out of harms way." He gently moved her further away from Yammy.

"Heh, looks like Aizen doesn't care if I rip your head off from your shoulders." He grinned wide. "And when I'm done doing that, I'll take your little girlfriend and slam my cock in her so hard the tip with be sticking out of her mouth!"

Ichigo's eyes narrowed to slits, his hand easing on the grip of Zangetsu's hilt. Time stood still, bodies in the room seemed frozen in place, sound nonexistent. He was already behind Yammy and he struck without hesitation, his blade slicing his neck, cutting through flesh and bone until Yammy's head teetered and rolled forward. He kicked his lumbering body over as the head rolled across the floor to leave a gory mess in it's wake. The face still had the same expression when the head came to rest near Mayuri's feet. The poor bastard hadn't even known what hit him.

Orihime screamed and everyone in the room was alive with shouts of surprise. No one had expected Ichigo to win. No one had expected Yammy to be beaten so easily. No one had seen Ichigo move. No one except Aizen who was smiling at him with pride.

Standing amidst the chaos, Ichigo felt that he had proven himself well enough for Aizen. Unfortunately, he was still not strong enough to defeat the man himself. Not when he had, out of all in the room, watched him move quicker than a blink of an eye to take down Yammy. He'd have to get even stronger if he was ever going to destroy the man he called lover.

Ichigo, it is the beginning of an end. You will defeat Aizen, Zangetsu said within his mind.

Hell yes! Hichigo added with a deep chuckle.

"Someone, take that mess out of here," Aizen said, gesturing to Yammy's body.

"May I keep it for research, Aizen," Mayuri asked.

"Of course. At least some use will come of it."

"Wonderful." Mayuri waved over a few arrancar to carry the body and head from the room. He followed, yelling at them not to damage his specimen when they accidentally rammed a leg against the door on the way out.

"Gin, release Midori. He is no longer a prisoner," Aizen ordered.

Ichigo wanted to yell in triumph, but he remained silent. He looked at Orihime, who was shivering slightly and staring at the blood that still covered the floor. His high went down a few notches when he saw how scared she was. She looked at him and nibbled her lip as if unsure, but then she broke away from Aizen's side and ran to him.

"It's okay," he whispered to her, one arm protectively around her body, his other by his side holding Zangetsu, blood dripping off the steel.

"Ichigo, I thought.."

"I know." He comforted her as well as he could with so many watching them. "No one will ever touch you," he assured her. His gaze moved to Gin who finished unlocking the last of Midori's chains. The former shinigami met his eyes across the room and smirked. "No one."

"Well, I do think it is time to get a real party going now that the unpleasantness is over!" Aizen said, voice rising over the scattered conversation in the room. "Drink, have fun! Have an orgy if you all desire!"

Several cat calls and cheers filled the room, mixed with laughter and shout of approval. Orihime shuddered again, and Ichigo held her tighter. Aizen turned to them, smiling soft. Ichigo recognized the look of lust in his eyes. He'd want to go off to fuck somewhere, but Ichigo didn't want to let Orihime out of his sight, especially with Gin here, and the bastard was already drinking.

"I see you are reluctant, Ichigo." Aizen put his hand out to him. "Don't worry. She will come with us," he said.

"What?"

"That or she can stay here with a room full of drunk, horny men and women that would be only too happy to pop her cherry."

"Aizen."

"Ichigo, please. Don't leave me here." She looked up at him with terrified eyes.

"You wouldn't, Ichigo," Aizen said. "Not when she would be much happier being near you. We could both protect her this night," he whispered and ran a hand through her hair.

Ichigo grit his teeth. <i>Damn him.</i>

"Think carefully. Even Midori would not be able to watch over her alone with this group."

"Please, Ichigo," she whispered and gripped his shoulders.

He couldn't leave her here. "Alright."

"Wise choice," Aizen said, then looked at Zangetsu still clutched in his hand. "Send your zanpakuto away Ichigo. You won't need it again tonight."

Zangetsu.

I will come to you when you need me, Master. The blade vanished from his hand.

"Let's go." Aizen led the way through the crowd and out through a back door.

The sound of the party faded as they made their way down a shadowed corridor. He wasn't a fool. He knew exactly what Aizen had in mind. Orihime gripped his hand tighter as they moved along. Ichigo could feel her trembling, but he wondered if it was still lingering fear or from something else.

Aizen stopped at a door and took out a key to unlock it. Ichigo had never been in this part of Las Noches before. More hidden areas that he would make sure he explored later when he had the chance. Aizen motioned them to go in when he opened the door. Ichigo went in warily with Orihime staying close behind, hand clutched in his. He wasn't surprised to see it was a bedroom, but the grand scale of it was eye opening.

The bed was massive, dressed in red and black satin sheets. Transparent curtains surrounded it's sides, and candles were lit throughout the room as Aizen usually liked. Wine was chilling in a bucket of ice near the bed with three glasses ready. The bastard had been planning this all along.

"This is the room you and I will now share, Ichigo," Aizen said and went to pour the wine. "And tonight, we will share it with this beautiful woman."

"Aizen, why are you doing this?"

"Ichigo, I will not play games here. Orihime is a desirable flower in this flock of monsters, and one day she will be plucked. I think she would prefer it was you and not some brute."

"Ichigo," Orihime whispered and looked up at him with fear, but also a unmistakable longing.

Ichigo's eyes softened. "Orihime, it should be with someone special."

"You are." She put her hands on his chest. "I know you aren't in love with me, and that's okay," she whispered. "I'll love enough for both of us." Her eyes watered.

"Will you deny her, Ichigo?"

Ichigo looked in her eyes. "No." He touched her cheek. "No, I won't."

Aizen smiled. "Good. Orihime, my dear. Reject Ichigo's brand. That is a blemish he no longer needs."

"I reject," Orihime said softly, hand over the mark that had branded him slave for so long. She smiled soft and moved her hand to show him smooth skin.

"Oh." Ichigo took a breath and closed his eyes. "Thank you."

"Thank her properly, Ichigo," Aizen purred.

"Ichigo," her soft voice lured him and he leaned, capturing her sweet lips to his own that were practiced in the art of sin.

"And pleasure awaits," Aizen said softly, sipping wine with a greedy look in his eyes.
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