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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!?
- 4
- 5
- 6
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

Author's note: First of all I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! ;~; I went on a family vacation the day after I posted ch. 4 and when I cam back I had to pack and everything because I'm going to college! (Wooo already here!) I'm a freshie! So nervous! Classes don't start till August 22nd so I'm jus kinda chillin here. ANYWAYS~! The second reason this is later than normal is cuz, if you haven't noticed yet, I MADE A NEW BLEACH FANFICTION~! Yay~! Its called Night Blooming Cereus and I made it cuz I felt bad i haven't gotten to the yaoi here yet (rest assured its ch. 6). Anyways check it out if ya want~ Its Ichigo as a shifter/vampire and Aizen as a Vampire~! I love their pairing~! XD Also~! I forgot to put the yakuza explanations on the pervious chapter cuz i'm a baka so i'll put em here!

Yakuza~ (yay mafia~! lol XD) ( I looked it up and this is what I got and I kinda tampered with the system to help me so its a little off XD)

Kumicho (Aizen Sousuke): This is the supreme boss of the whole organization. He is the boss of administration issues and concerns and general in military affairs. (All in all he is a BA SOB)

Saiko-komon (Tousen Kaname): The senior adviser. He deals with the administrative matters and the legal stuff. The Shingiin (law adviser) and the Kaikei (accountants) are under him. This position is equal to the Wakagashira

Wakagashira (Ichimaru Gin): This is the first lieutenant. He deals with the military aspects of the group (and in Gin's case surveillance cuz we know our lovable fox can't help but eavesdrop). This position is equal to the Saiko-komon

Shateigashira (Starrk Coyote): This is the 2nd lieutenant. Basically he's the third in command. He is kinda like the Wakagashira's assistant. If the Wakagashira can't lead in military for some reason then it is up to the Shateigashira.

Hope that helped~!

Whoknowsright1385: AWW~!! Thank you so much~!! I'm glad you like it and I hope you like this ch. too!
Tokoloshe: heehee thanks ^_^ It was fun writing the Gin Ichi interactions! they amuse me so much XD poor Ichi is a trouble magnet XD
LilianKnight: thank you~! Hope you enjoy this ch too~ ^_^
Sarah: Heehee thanks! I'm glade you love it~! Of course theres more~ I have 26 (ish) chapters planned XD
obsessive_much: thank you so much~!!!!!
yokiryuu: YAY~!! Thank you!!! Glad ya like Ichi! <3
Chikage: AWWWWW! I'm so glad you like the story so much!! *hugs you* <3 I love Aizen and Gin and Ichi~! XD Hope you like this chappy too~!!

          “The fuck, bitch!?” He grabbed my hair before I could react and tilted my head back to look at my face. I grimaced at the sharp pain. Bastard.

          “You can’t look where the fuck yer goin’!?” His eyes followed the chain to the asshole fox-face who was just watching with that stupid smile on his face and munching on popcorn. “Yer the wakagashira’s bitch er sumthin’?” Okay, now its on. I’m nobody’s bitch, especially not that fox bastard’s.

         “Fuck you asshole! I was the one standing fucking still! You walked the fuck into me!” I scowled at him and pulled on the hand attached to my head. “And I’m no one’s bitch!” It didn’t matter that I fell on him or if it really was my fault! He was partially to blame anyways! He called me a bitch and now he was going the fuck down!

          “The fuck you say, bitch!?” He yanked harder on my hair and my feet almost lost the floor.

        “Fuck!” Ow damnit! “What!? You have a fucking hearing problem to go along with your fucking sight!? Now let go before I make you, you bastard!” I dug my nails in his hand in warning.

        “Ha!” He smirked. “I’d like to see you try, bitch!” Oh, you thought that was an empty threat? Everyone’s gotta learn the hard way I guess. Besides, he clearly asked for it.

        “Glad to!” I went straight for a punch, aiming at nothing in particular and he caught it with a ‘I’m so better than you’ grin. But his hand loosened on my hair and that was the goal. While the punch distracted him I landed a high roundhouse kick and he crashed into a table.

        I looked at him with victory. “Who’s the bitch now, bitch!?” I needed to finally vent all this pent up aggression and beat the shit out of someone! A good fight was exactly what I wanted and here he was giving it to me!

         “That all you got?” I said, baiting him. “Guess you’re all bark and no bite, like a bitch, huh?” I smirked down at him mockingly, using what I guessed was his favorite word against him.

          He looked pissed at first, which was expected. Then a psychotic grin spread across his face and I could swear I saw a fang. Who the fuck sharpens their teeth!? Not expected. Definitely not.

          “You’re an interesting bitch,” he said with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. “I’ll have fun teaching you you’re place!” He picked himself up off the ground, table debris and dust falling off him. He licked a small trail of blood from his mouth, but wasn’t even fazed by my attack. Damage report: the table was ruined and he was fine…damn. I held my ground as the tiny voice in the back of my head commented at my genius for pissing off a psychotic murderer. The louder voice was telling me we could take this loser! I tended to listen to that one most of the time.

           I said the only logical thing. “Go fuck yourself, you fanged smurf!” He growled and I tensed as he charged me, ready to dodge and counterattack…which turned out to be a complete waste because before he even finished his first step he was grab by the collar of his jacket and yanked back roughly.

           I stared wide-eyed at the shorty who just stopped the bastard like it was nothing. Holy shit. He was at least half a foot shorter than the blue bastard and he wasn’t even breaking a sweat! His dispassionate green eyes glanced at me before settling on…his companion? The only way you could tell was by the white jacket he was wearing that had a black trim. It was short in the front and was long enough in the back to almost brush his heels. Geez what was up with the fucking white? Everyone was wearing something white, like it was the fucking color of the day. Geez was it the uniform or something? Aizen has some fucking problems.

           Aside from the clothing, these two were completely different. This guy had messy black hair that just barely brushed his shoulders and incredibly pale skin. Compared to the blue psycho he was pretty slender. How the fuck did he stop him? He had black lipstick on only his upper lip (okaaay, not weird at all) and teal lines descended from his eyes, making it look like he was crying. I couldn’t tell if it was make-up or tattoos, but if they’re tattoos that probably fucking hurt. No way would I let anyone near my eyes with that freaky tattoo machine, that was for damn sure.

           “You are causing a scene, Grimmjow” the newcomer said with indifference. “And you broke yet another table.”

            “Hi hi Orra-chan~!” Gin said happily in greeting. Orra? Knowing the damn fox-face he probably butchered this name.                                                              He shifted his gaze to Gin without a change in expression and bowed his head slightly. “Ichimaru-sama.”

           “Fuck, Ulquiorra! Let me go!” Grimmjow growled with annoyance. “That bitch started it!”

           “No I didn’t!” I said indignantly. “And I already said I’m no one’s bitch, smurf bastard!”

            Gin started snickering. “Yer good a’ nick names, Ichi-berry!”

            “And stop fucking calling me that! Its Ichigo! I-CHI-GO!” What the fuck, man!? What’s so hard about that!?

            “Ha! How appropriate! Strawberry bitch!” Grimmjow laughed. I snarled at him and would have killed him if it wasn’t for the chain preventing me from getting closer. Bastard, bastard, bastard!

             “Do not bait him, Grimmjow” Ulquiorra said coldly. “Kurosaki Ichigo belongs to Aizen-sama and no harm is to come to him without Aizen-sama’s direct approval.” With that fucking annoying statement he let go of Grimmjow and walked out of the cafeteria, not even looking at me as he passed.

             “Che!” Grimmjow huffed with annoyance and headed towards the exit. “This isn’t fun anymore.” Before the door closed behind him he gave me another psychotic grin. “See ya, Aizen’s Strawberry bitch!” I was left openly seething at the door. I cursed him with every cuss word in my dictionary. I glared at Gin and began pulling on the tips of my hair in aggravation.

              “Wanna ea’ now, Ichi?” he asked as he began walking to the counter. This time I made sure to pay attention and not trip. Not that that was my fault. Definitely not my fault. It was the blue dude’s fault. Completely.

              Now that my adrenaline was going down my stomach growled with renewed vigor. I wanted something to eat. Needed it. Now. And Gin was helping me with that. Needless to say, the fox bastard was my favorite person at the moment. And that was sad. So terribly sad.

               He picked up two trays with one hand and led the way to a table that wasn’t destroyed. All the way there he kept the chain in his hand (which I was pulling at discretely). He didn’t even spill the two glasses of milk. I personally think they found him at a circus.

              He plopped down on a bench attached to the table with metal bars and I sat across from him, willing him to let go of the chain to eat. Unfortunately, he can eat with one hand. But, I suppose I have better things to worry about. Like food. I almost ate it and then I remembered my plan of checking the food out. I guess if they wanted to poison me they would have when I was chained to the bed, but whatever. I glared at the food sitting on my spork. And yes! He gave me a fucking plastic spork. The spoon and the fork’s love child. Its not like I would stab anyone with a fork. Its like they don’t trust me or something.

                The food looked delicious. Honestly, I was expecting like prisoner food or something. There was mashed potatoes with bits of red potato skin accented with little green herbs, seasoned green beans mixed with pecan slices and dried cranberries, and grilled chicken covered with a transparent orange sauce that smelled amazing. It annoyed me how sophisticated Aizen was. Even his food was fucking sophisticated!

             My stomach was practically screaming at me to take a bite. But my mind was nagging me about something else. “Umm…Gin?” I asked looking questioningly at my food.

                  “Hmm Ichi~?” He replied with a full mouth. Ugh.

                  “This looks like dinner…when you woke me up didn’t you say ‘Morning’?” He did. I remember. Then why are they serving dinner?

                  “Tha’s cuz its dinner time, silly Ichi!” Gin replied happily.

                  “Then why did you say it was morning?” I rubbed my temple with my fingers. Geez. How much time has passed? What day is it!? Damnit! How many days do I have left to tell Aizen my fucking choice!?

                   He gave me a sly smile. “Cuz its fun messin’ wit ya!”

                   I muttered bastard under my breath and returned to my mouth watering food. I really should test it or something. Aw screw it! I’m hungry damnit! I lifted the spork to my mouth and took a hesitant first bite.

                   Holy fuck! This was better than it fucking looked! Being the broke college student I am I was on the ramen diet so everything probably tasted amazing in comparison, but still! I almost cried tears of joy at the taste. Mmmm! The way the chicken mixed with the sauce! It was sweet and tangy with a hint of citrus and a little bit salty and I loved it! I tried the mashed potatoes next with no more hesitance. Inwardly I sighed in contentment and let the mashed potatoes linger in my mouth, dissolving slowly. The texture was just perfect, not too sticky, but not too liquidy either. The potato skins added to the flavor, making it more peppery and the herbs were a great accent.. When I finished that I moved on to the green beans with anticipation. Normally, I avoid veggies (with some exceptions) like the plague. However, after that taste explosion, I was willing to give them a chance. They didn’t let me down. It didn’t taste at all like the regular green beans I was used to! The seasoning made it a little spicey, but not unbearably so. The pecans also helped cool down the spice and made it pleasantly crunchy. The added cranberries gave the flavor a surprise burst of fruit. All in all, that was the best meal I’ve ever had! I have the best meal in the world as a prisoner. That was just wrong somehow.

                 I began shoveling the food in my mouth, mixing everything in that awesome sauce dripping down my chicken and pooling to the center of my plate. It was fantastic! And I was starved. I don’t even remember the last time I ate anything.

                “Ya now, Ichi-berry, ya gonna ge’ a tummy ache if ya ea’ like tha’.” Gin said as he took a bite of his chicken. He snickered a little “Da food’s no’ gonna run away on ya.”

             I ignored him and continued inhaling the food. Whatever fox-face. I don’t need you telling me what to do!

            “So, who ya gonna choose~?” he asked with that ever present smile on his face.

             I nearly choked on my food, which caused him to snicker more. Bastard. I downed my glass of milk to ease the passage of the food. He sounded like he was talking about the weather and not the fucking dilemma I was furiously ignoring.

           “Wha-what do you mean by that ?” I glared at him suspiciously. Did Aizen tell him or something?

            “Silly Ichi-berry, I meant are ya gonna let Aizen-taicho have his wicked way wit ya, of course!” I felt my face heat up. W-wi-wicked way!? Did he have to say it like that!?

            He opened his eyes to look at me and the hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. Just the fact that I didn’t snap at him showed how nervous those eyes made me. It didn’t seem like he opened them often and it just creeps you out a little when someone who doesn’t normally stare at you to does so. Though, maybe I didn’t snap at him because I was still grateful for the food. That could be it. How do I even answer a question like that anyways!? Answer: avoid the question. I could totally do that.

            “How did you know about that?” I scowled at him. Maybe I can get him to change the subject.

            “Heehee I was eavesdropping of course!” He said, unrepentantly. Seriously? But he closed his eyes! The plan was working. Awesome.

             My scowl deepened. “I take it you do that often.” Yes, lets talk about you, not me.

             “Yep!” he replied happily. “I know everything! Well, ‘cept stuff that goes on in Aizen-taicho’s room,” he wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively and I rolled my eyes. “I dun’ have any survalience s’uff in there!”

             “So you do have survival instincts.” I muttered with sarcasm.

              “Yep! I stopped af’er the forth time he found em!” He looked at me with those ice-blue eyes again. “But ya changed da subjec’ Ichi.” Damn. He caught me.

              I glared at him. “Why do you care, anyway?” I said heatedly. He obviously won’t care if I say its none of his business. That boundary is non-existant to him, eavesdropping fox bastard.

              “Curious~” he replied happily. You’re annoying, you know that?

              “Curiosity killed the cat,” I grumbled at him with annoyance.

              “But satisfaction brought him back~!” he finished the saying with a sing-song voice.

               I sighed in defeat. Bastard. You’re lucky you fed me or I would pound your ass to dust. “What other fucking choice do I have!?” I growled out. “Aizen or all of his subordinates. He knows damn well how fucking ridiculus that is! Fucking annoying sophisticated bastard!” I was venting my frustration and annoyance at everything! I was so pissed! Why the fuck did this shit have to happen to me!? And this was why I was avoiding thinking about this. It fucking pissed me off, damnit!

              I began chewing on my plastic spork angrily. Damnit! Gin snickered at me. The jerk.

              “Aizen-taicho ain’t tha’ bad, Ichi! ‘Sides would ya rather have ta sleep wit Grimm-kitty~?” That caused a laugh to escape me. Grimm-kitty!? The blue psycho’s nick name was Grimm-kitty!? I glanced at the fox. Was he tring to cheer me up? Maybe he wasn’t so bad…annoying…but not as bad as the other assholes around here.

                “Nah, I guess I wouldn’t want to sleep with Grimm-kitty.” I smirked at him. “Why is that his nickname, anyway?” I admit, I was kinda curious how you could come up with kitty for someone like him.

                 Gin snickered. “Well~ he has a panther tattoo, bu’ the real reason is cuz he absolu’ely loves cats, especially kitties~!” He leaned closer to me as he said it, like it was a secret. “He keeps em in his room some’imes an cuddles wit em!” I snickered with him. That really was fucking funny. Can you just imagine him playing with kittens!? I bet Gin totally ruined his rep with that bit of info.

                 “What about that other guy with the green lines on his face? Ulquiorra?” I asked.

                 “Orra-chan?” he frowned slightly. “He’s no’ fun ta mess wit! He dun’ care a’ all bou’ wha’ I call em! It go’ borin’ so I jus shor’ened his name.”

                  That actually sounded like a good idea, but I didn’t think I could last long ignoring every time he called me ichi-berry. I would burst eventually and go on a murder spree. On the brightside, it was better than just ‘Strawberry’. Even if it still pissed me off.

                  He grabbed his tray and stood up. “Ya finished, Ichi-berry? Or are ya gonna finish eatin’ tha’ spork of yers?” he asked teasingly.

                  I looked down at the spork with a scowl. It was pretty chewed up, but whatever. Just be happy I didn’t take my anger out on you, fox-face.

                  “I’m done, fox-face.” I stood up as well and made sure the chain wasn’t tangled under the table. I didn’t want to be yanked back by a damn table. That would suck majorly. It was fine so I grabbed my tray and followed (not like I had a choice damn chain) Gin to the counter and put my tray down next to a little slot in the wall. Immediately, hands came out and grabbed the tray. Efficient bastards. Made me think of my tower of dirty dishes at home. With classes, homework, and Rukia I never got around to finishing them. Damn. They better not attract bugs! I’d be pissed…If I ever got home. And with that depressing thought I followed Gin out of the cafeteria and down the hall.

                    Thank the gods he wasn’t skipping this time, though he was humming. Still, definitely better than skipping. Then another thought occurred to me. I don’t even know the time. I mean I guess I do. It was dinner. But I didn’t know when I got here or how long it was since Aizen gave me my little “choice”.

                   “Hey, Gin?” I asked. “How much time do I have until I have to tell Aizen what my choice is?” I didn’t want to miss his fucking time limit.

                   “Hmmm~” he said, followed by thoughtfull silence. “I think ya have a day lef’! Ya were sleppin’ for awhile! Ya musta been tired, Ichi-berry.”

                    Just a fucking day!? Damnit. I just wanted to prolong it for a little longer! Now I have to tell him by tomorrow!? Fucktastic.

                    We made it back to my room and I sat on the bed as Gin put the damn chain back on the damn headboard of the damn bed in this damn room.

                   “Hey Gin, can you wake me up before the damn deadline? Maybe like two hours before?” I asked, using his real name. If I called him fox-face he might say no.

                    “Sure, Ichi-berry!” he said with a creepy knowing smile. He really is a bit of a weirdo.

             “Thanks!” I called as he opened the door.

              He turned around and leaned sideways as the door was closing, putting one hand on his hip and waving with the other. “Bye bye~! Ichi-berry~!”

              I rolled my eyes at the door and plopped down on the bed, which was now neatly made with all of the pillows I threw yesterday back in place. Awesome. I just layed on my back and stared at the white ceiling. Thinking of tomorrow. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, staring, lost in thought. It felt like hours. But I finally had my decision. I had no other choice. If I couldn’t somehow miraculously escape tomorrow (which I doubted at this point) then I would chose Aizen. I didn’t want to sleep with anyone remotely similar than Grimmjow, especially since I was probably on his psycho kill list. And no offense to Gin, I mean he was kinda nice to me today, but he was probably one of the creepiest people I’ve ever met and I didn’t want to sleep with him. I didn’t really know how many subordinates Aizen had anyways. It would be a stupid fucking option to choose. So, Aizen it was.

               As I finally made my (annoying fucking) decision I fell into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
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