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How Did This Happen!?	By : Tenkiuma Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chained!?
- 2-Master!?
- 3-Choice!?
- 4-Who!?
- 5-Decision!?
- 6-Begin!?
- 7-EVIL!?
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- 4
- 5
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Bleach...If I did there would be more yaoi~

Warnings: Ichigo's usual bad temper and language, future yaoi.

Summary: Ichigo woke up chained and shirtless! What the hell happened? This is AU.

Pairing: Aizen/Ichigo
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              I sighed in defeat and rolled onto my side. Why am I even thinking about Aizen damnit!? I have other things to worry about. Like what the hell am I gonna do? Choice!? I scoffed to myself. Really!? So, basically it was a lose-lose situation. Choice between the frying pan or the fire huh? Ah. Damnit. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place here! Sleep with him or who knows how many others!? It’s not even a choice and he fucking knows it! Ah. Damn. I’m totally screwed either way.

              I mentally cringed. Poor choice of words Ichigo. Maybe someone will save me? And maybe pigs will fly outta my ass. I remembered that smug look on his face. He definitely didn’t seem like the type that was easily beat. And besides, who could save me anyways? Sure, Chad was a fucking giant that could kick some major ass, but even he couldn’t fight off a bullet. And I’m pretty sure Aizen isn’t against killing people. He bought a person for fucks sake. And what’s Ishida gonna do? Throw a sewing needle at someone? I laughed at that mental image. That would actually be pretty funny. Though, he is into archery, but then we’re back to the bullet problem. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that a gun beats a bow and arrow. Orihime, well, if I need a band-aide I’ll go get her. Rukia was strong for a girl, but she doesn’t get beat up cuz, well, she’s a girl. I have a feeling Aizen doesn’t believe in the whole “you shouldn’t hit a girl” thing. Renji’s a bit of a delinquent and pretty strong too, but I could easily wipe the floor with his ass and if I’m not strong enough to beat these bastards then what can he do?

                I’ll just solve this problem myself. I can always escape! The chain made an almost teasing noise. Yeah, yeah. Damn chain. Definitely not escaping out of the collar or chain. Even if I somehow managed, the damn door is locked. Damnit. Maybe I’ll really have to choose? I groaned inwardly. Well hey, my wish of not being a virgin is about to come true. Fate, you cruel, cruel bitch.

                So, Aizen or his lackeys huh? Well, Aizen is pretty hot, even I’ll admit that, and his fingers- No! Stay out of this hormones! You have no say whatsoever! I hate that smug bastard! How does he even expect me to chose if I don’t even know who his fucking lackeys are!? Well, I know one. The fucking creepy-ass fox-face…no way in fucking hell! Daminit! Can’t I just choose to go home damnit!? I would really like that choice! Fucking assholes.

               My thoughts circled back to Aizen. I feel like I should know who he is. I’ve never met him, I’m sure of that. I would remember such a smug irritating bastard. Was he famous or something? Was he just common knowledge? Or did I hear someone talking about him? Damnit. Thinking things through like this is aggravating. I’d rather just find someone and have a good fight. I can’t even leave this fucking bed. Stupid chain. Stupid Aizen. Stupid everything.

              “Oi! Fox-face! You there?” I yelled in the direction of the speaker, agitation clear in my voice. Maybe he would tell me who Aizen was? Probably not, but it was worth a shot right? I mean, it’s not like I have anything better to do. And my thoughts kept drifting in a direction I‘d rather not go in. A couple minutes went by. Guess it was a long shot. Shouldn’t have even tried.

             “Course I‘m here, Ichi-berry~!” Came the voice from the little box. Wow he actually answered. “Ya ready ta apol’gize fer bullyin’ me?”

             “You ready to stop calling me Ichi-berry?” I growled at him.

             “Nah. Not really.”

            “Well then, no. I’m not apologizing you fox bastard.” I scowled at the speaker. “But, anyways, I wanted to ask you something.” I waited anxiously. He probably won’t answer me. I’m a prisoner after all. You wouldn’t tell information to prisoners, would you? Maybe fox-face would. He was kinda weird.

            “Aw~! Ichi-berry is a meanie!” His pout was clear through the speakers and I rolled my eyes in disgust. “Wha’ makes Ichi-berry think I’ll answer if he’s a meanie? An’ don’ bother askin’ me ta let ya go er something’.”

             I threw a pillow at the speaker. “I wasn’t gonna ask that, idiot fox! I’m not that dumb! Jerk!”

             A snicker came through the speaker. “Well, Ichi-berry, ask yer ques’ion an’ I’ll answer if I feel like it~!”

            “Fine! I just wanted to know who that Aizen guy is! It’s not like I was askin’ where all your safes were or something!” Geez. This guy was great at pissing me off!

             It felt like the silence dragged on forever. So he wasn’t gonna answer? What was wrong with that question? A loud laugh erupted from the speaker and startled me. “What the hell, man!?”

            “Ya really don’ know who Aizen Sousuke is!?” He could barely get his words out through the laughter.

            “SHUT UP!” I threw another pillow at the speaker. “Stop laughing at me!”

             “Yer pretty cute when ya blush, Ichi-berry!” His laughter was dying down into small snickers.

             My face burned even more. “St-stop looking at me!” I shot three more pillows at the speaker. Where the hell was this camera!? I’m gonna fucking destroy it! Smash it in the ground and make sure nothing’s left of it!

            “Ya know, if ya keep throwin’ pillows like tha’ ya won’ have any lef’.”

            “I only need one pillow, jackass,” I muttered darkly.

            “Well then, Ichi! I s’pose I should in’roduce myself! Considerin’ you’ve o’viously lived under a rock yer whole life.” Annoying bastard! I have not been fucking living under any damn rock! I groaned inwardly. I shouldn’t even have asked him about Aizen! I’m already regretting it. At least he didn’t call me Ichi-berry. I can live with Ichi.

            “M’name’s Ichimaru Gin~! Ya can call me Gin if ya want! Though I think ya already picked a nickname fer me. Anyways I’ll answer yer ques’ion! It’s more fun n’ doin’ work!” So he was gonna answer me? I stared attentively at the speaker. I would never admit it, but I was kinda curious. Aizen was a pretty interesting guy (I guess). And for some reason I couldn‘t fathom, I wanted to know more about him. I also wanted to beat the shit outta his smug ass, but I knew why I wanted to do that. Sophisticated bastard thinks he can just buy me? I’ll make him regret it! I’ll find out what annoys him the most and constantly do it!

            It was irritating that I was more confident when he wasn’t actually in the room with his presence bearing down on me. When he’s around he either causes my hormones to do irritating squeals of delight or threatens me in a way that makes me overly cautious and want to obey so he doesn‘t kill me or something. Geez, he makes my mind short circuit or something Annoying. But whatever! Kurosaki Ichigo cannot be tamed! You’ll see!

            “Aizen-taicho is~” He made a dramatic pause and I rolled my eyes. “…here? Oopsies! Hi Aizen-taicho~! I wasn’ jus talkin’ to Ichi-berry! I was doin‘ work!” Aizen? Geez! And I was so close to getting my answer! I couldn’t hear what Aizen said, but that was definitely his voice. I don’t think I’d ever mistake that. I repressed a shudder as the memory of his breath ghosting across my skin popped into my head. His sinful voice whispering my name. Holy shit! Not the time for that memory! I kicked it to the back of my mind. Now stay there! And never bother me again!

            “Of course I ain’t slackin’ off!” Gin replied happily to whatever Aizen said.

            “Kurosaki-kun.” Aizen’s voice drifted through the speaker. I guess he moved closer. “Is there any reason as to why you are distracting my Wakagashira from his duties? He tends to get off track, so please refrain from disturbing him for too long.”

            Wa-waka-wakagashira!? No fucking way! Th-they’re Yakuza!?

            “Aw! Aizen-taicho!” Gin whined. “Ya ruined it! How could ya!? I was gonna make it a so drama’ic too!”

           “W-wait…so…You’re yakuza?” I paled. Holy shit! I was totally beyond screwed! I was fucked! I was bought by the fucking yakuza!?

            “Of course, dear boy. Who did you think I was?” I could hear the amusement in his voice.

            “He didn’ know who ya were, Aizen-taicho! Apparen’ly he don’ ge’ out much.” Gin teased.

            “Shut it, Fox-face!” I threw another pillow at the speaker and grabbed my last one almost possessively. Great. Now I’m outta ammo.

            “Why is there a tower of pillows in the corner, Kurosaki-kun? You shouldn’t make a mess of the room.” I didn’t miss Aizen’s chiding condescending tone. Like I was some kid. Smug bastard. I can throw pillows all I want!

             “He was throwin’ em at the speaker Aizen-taicho! I think he wan’s ta hit me er something’!” He said with mock shock. Really fox-face? Great deduction skills you have there.

             “I see. Gin, there is a meeting in a few hours. Please do not forget. Now, I must go. I’ll leave it to you to explain my identity to Kurosaki-kun. I hope you actually get work done today.”

             “Bye bye~! I’ll see ya at the meetin’ Aizen-taicho~!”

               I can’t believe it! That last bit of hope that anyone was gonna save me pretty much shriveled. I guess I didn’t give up on the fact that someone could save me until now. I mean, my friends could probably take on some local thugs or bigshots, but yakuza? There was no way. Especially someone as high ranking as wakagashira …wait…if fox-face was the wakagashira…then does that mean Aizen is…?

             “U-umm Gin?” I tried saying and got it out the third time.

             “Yea, Ichi~?” Gin replied in a sing-song voice.

             “I-If you’re the wakagashira…then…what, exactly, does that make Aizen?” Oh please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say. He can’t be.

             “He’s the Kumicho, duh! Who else coul’ ma boss be?”

              Fuck! Damnit all to hell! I was bought not just by the yakuza, but the leader of the whole fucking thing!? Well, that’s just great. Fucking fantastic! So now I’ve upgraded from screwed to fucked and now what!? What’s higher than fucked? Royally fucked!? Yea that sounds about right. You look up royally fucked in the dictionary I’m pretty sure my fucking picture will be there. I laid down and buried my head in the pillow. Damnit! Even the cops don’t mess with the kumicho!

          “Ichi-berry~? Don’ suffoca’e in tha’ pillow! Aizen-taicho would yell a’ me!”

          “Just leave me alone, fox-face” I mumbled from my pillow.

          “Aw! Yer makin’ me go back to work!?” He pouted at me and I assume he went back to work. Probably just annoying someone else. Geez. Don’t pout over stupid crap like that. Can’t you see I’m having a crisis here!? Of course you can! You’re one of the fucking causes of it! Shitty annoying fox! If I ever see that rat bastard Nezumi again I will beat him within an inch of his life! I need to seriously kick someone’s ass!

          Wait a second…when he said subordinates…did he mean all of his subordinates!? How many fucking subordinates does a kumicho have!? The possible number made me dizzy. That Aizen guy is a total fucking asshole! I groaned into my pillow. Maybe I should just suffocate myself in this damn pillow. I sighed and rolled onto my back so I could stare at the (you guessed it) white ceiling.

           He gave me that “choice” cuz he knew the only sensible fucking choice. Now Kurosaki-kun, would you rather give yourself to me or hundreds of other people. But, of course, it’s entirely your choice. I muttered in imitation of Aizen’s condescending tone. Agh! This was aggravating! And mocking Aizen only made me feel a little bit better.

          Damn. Everything was happening so quickly. How could all of this crap happen just because of a fight with Rukia!? One minute I’m having a crappy beer and the next I’m chained up and for fucking sale. Now, I have a kumicho perving on me? Ugh. I’m exhausted. Mmmm. Well…this bed is pretty comfortable…and its not like I can go anywhere. I crawled under the sheets and snuggled into the pillow. I’ll just close my eyes for a second…a minute. That’s all.

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          “…erry?” I turned in my sleep and groaned.

          “…no…hate…Chappy…away…” I mumbled and rolled over, trying to find a comfier spot.

          “Yer havin’ a weird dream Ichi-berry.” I heard a snicker and jolted up, wide awake. I was greeted with a mocking smile too close for comfort. He gave a little wave with his fingers. “Mornin’~!”

          “Ugh. I don’t want to see your face right when I wake up.” I stretched and glared at him. “I feel like punching it.”

            He backed up and rose his hands in mock surrender. His ever-present smile still in place. “Yer so mean, Ichi-berry! I guess ya dun wan’ anythin’ ta eat, huh? I’ll jus’ be on my way then~” He took two steps towards the door and my stomach growled in protest. My eyes widened and I looked away to hide my blush.

           “I might be kinda hungry” I muttered in annoyance. My stomach growled again, as if wishing to emphasize that point. Man, I was starved. When was the last time I ate anything? But still. I don’t really want to accept any food from them.

            Gin’s chuckle took me out of my thoughts. “Tha’ dun sound like kinda hungry, Ichi-berry. Can’t have ya starve ta death. Aizen-taicho would prolly blame me too! An’ ‘sides, it’ll be fun ta explore! An’ ya could meet some o’ the others!”

            I gave him a look of hidden curiosity. “Others?”

           He put his hands on his hips. “Course silly Ichi-berry~! Ya think me an’          Aizen-taicho are the only ones here~?” I scowled at him. It felt like everything he said was specifically designed to make fun of me. Irritating fox. I did want to get outta this bed though…My stomach growled again. It was very persuasive. Fine! I would go. But I wouldn’t eat until I checked the food! I mentally patted myself on the back for that idea. See, Ishida! You’re not the only smart guy on this planet!

           “Alright, Fox-face. I’ll go,” I lifted the chain. “But I can’t leave the bed attached to this shitty chain.” His hand darted in his right pocket and he frowned. Soon he began patting himself down. My eyebrow rose. What is he doing?

            “…What are you doing?” Minutes were trailing by.

            “Gim’me a sec, Ichi~ I mighta lost the key~!” He was smiling again.

           “WHAT!?” I am not gonna be chained to this bed forever! “Find it, you idiot fox!”

            He ignored me and began tapping his chin. “Hmmm~ Now if I wer a key then where woul’ I be~?” He said in a sing-song voice. If he doesn’t find it I’ll kill him. “Aha!”

            He balanced on one foot and began fishing in his sock. Then he presented a small silver key in victory. His smile got even wider, which I thought would be impossible.

            “I pu’ it in ma sock!” I stared at him blankly.

             …This guy was an idiot.

            “Why the hell did you put it in your sock!? What’s wrong with putting it in your fucking pocket?”

            “Aw Ichi! Now tha’ would be no fun a’ all!” He walked forward and began messing with the headboard. I need to hit you. Really, really hard.

            “Um…Aren’t you gonna unlock me?” What was he doing to the headboard? I figured it would be smarter to hit him after he released me, not before.

            “Geez, Ichi-berry. Yer impatien’!” He stepped away and I saw the chain fall from the headboard. He grabbed the chain and grinned. “Well, le’s go Ichi-berry~!”

             He’s not fucking serious is he!? Well, first things first. I got up and aimed a kick to his stupid grinning face. Unfortunately, he easily caught my foot, not even changing his fucking expression. “Fuck!“ I yelled as he began walking towards the door, forcing me to hop behind him. “Fox bastard! Let go of my foot!”

             “Ichi-berry shouldn’ be so grouchy! Does Ichi get grouchy when he’s hungry?” He opened the door and looked back at me. “Imma let ya go, but ya gotta promise no’ ta attack me again, ‘kay?” I glared at him. I can attack you when I want, ass! I think he read my mind, because he laughed and yank my foot. I almost lost my balance.

             “FINE! Fine! I won’t attack you okay!? Now let the fuck go!” Jerk! How fucking strong is he to simply catch my kick like it was nothing!? Well, I may not attack you, but I said nothing about escaping! I yanked as hard as I could on the chain…and almost crashed into him. How could such a thin guy be so fucking strong!? He laughed at me. Bastard.

               I sighed in defeat and followed him down an annoyingly white hallway. Was Aizen obsessed with white or what? Hurt my eyes. I glared daggers at Gin’s back, but it was hard to be angry on an empty stomach. Especially when he was the one getting me to the food. He was actually too ridiculous to stay angry at for long. I mean, he’s fucking skipping! And humming. He was like an over-sized child.

             “Do you have to fucking skip?” I growled out. The few people passing us were snickering. This is fucking humiliating! I’m on a leash following a damn skipping idiot!

             “Yep~! Ya should skip too~ It’s fun!” He said, not even looking back.

             “I think I’ll pass” I grumbled and followed on with a scowl. Didn’t he realize people were staring? It’s embarrassing damnit!

              I tried to look around (plan an escape route), but quickly gave up after the tenth turn. There was no landmarks to even mark a place! Aizen seriously needs an interior designer. After what seemed like an embarrassingly long time (five minutes is fucking long when you’re in this fucking situation! Don’t judge me) Gin stopped in front of two huge black doors (surprise, they’re not white. A fucking miracle).

           “We’re here Ichi-berry~!” With that he opened the doors and bounced in the cafeteria. Wow. How big is this fucking place!? It was a white room with several round tables and chairs (which were all black). Monochromatic bastards. I swear! Will a little color kill you!?

            I was so busy looking around the room that I didn’t notice when Gin started moving again. The chain snapped taunt and I tripped, falling right against the muscled chest of a punk with a white jacket and no under shirt (nice tan) who probably preferred black biker leather. He had earrings trailing up both ears and they disappeared under spiky electric blue hair. He glared down at me with intense light blue eyes, and if looks could kill, he could be a mass murderer. Probably was one. He was pissed. And I was the closest one to him. Just fucking fantastic.
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