Author's Note: Every aspect of this universe (National Agency) belongs to phoenixreal- a talented writer whose novel (Sins of the Father) can be found under the 'Bleach' category.

I take credit only for the story told below and express great gratitude to the author who allowed me to use their setting and universe. Thank you.

Also, this is a rated M fic for a reason. There will be graphic situations displayed that will not be fit for those of you who are not prepared for it, so I will give you fair warning:

Rape, Murder, Child Molestation, Drugs, Prostitution, and any other crimes that will be listed in this fanfiction are no joke to me. I use them in this fanfiction as an artist with no connection. If you are upset easily when faced with these issues, please do not read.

Again, I'd like to stress that the situations listed here are no joke- they are real and in our society today. Please do not think I am making light of them.

If you are still here for the fanfiction, read on.

Chapter One: A Day In The Life of Ichigo and Shirosaki

Ichigo's Point of View

We've always been together. Just the two of us with our hands clasped in brotherly affection. In a world when there are lives stolen in the blink of an eye, we would face them together, with the same expressions tight on our faces. My brother and I may be different, but we are one.

Shiro was born two minutes before me, and he still brags that he had to fight for that spot. When he graced the world, he came out swinging his fists in rebellious revolution. He claims that the reason he was born Albino was because the coloring was too scared of him. For the first years of our lives, I believed him. My brother, Shiro, is an embodiment of "never-surrender".

I, however, brought a more simple approach to the world. Growing up with a constant smile and gentle eyes. Most told me that those girlish attributes were the only thing that made me look different from Shiro.

The lines on his face were from scowling while mine were from smiling. But this was simply one little aspect. We were opposites- a wild spirit next to a domestic one. I was a delicate little angel while Shiro was the devil with pop rockets in his hands.

But despite all of our many differences, we are still one entity. We fought this argument with countless people many times (Shiro with his fists and me using my voice). It was understandable that they wouldn't comprehend our connection. Shiro and I... we were simply different than everyone else.

The only one who understood us was our mother.

"Well of course you belong together!" she'd always exclaim. "You grew up in the same womb! I should know- I'm your mother!"

Masaki Kurosaki... the woman who backed us up on every aspect of our lives. When the world showed us its back, mother was there to pick us up and wipe away our tears. We knew she couldn't understand us, but that didn't change the fact that she loved us. And we thanked her everyday for that love. Until she was taken away.

"Ichigo?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked over my shoulder at Shiro.

Our small, one-bedroom apartment was broken and run-down with graffiti caked over the walls. We called it home simply because it was affordable and easy to live in. The neighbors and their secrecy only made it easier to keep our privacy; Just the way we liked it.

Shiro and I's bedroom was the same as the rest of the apartment. The wallpaper was a nasty brown with mold on the corners and the hardwood floor was always freezing to the touch due to our lack of air conditioning. The room itself was small, only able to fit our bed and a single dresser.

But still, home was wherever Shiro went. And he was here with me now.

"Ichi? Are you in there?"

I looked at Shiro's face while yawning. We were in the bed, naked as the day we were born. He didn't bother covering himself before pulling me closer to his side with a sour expression.

"You had another nightmare?"

I nodded, not answering to the sound of his gruff and naturally sarcastic voice. His arms tightened around me and I let my eyes lower, relishing in my twin's embrace.

"Ichi, you can tell me about it. I'll listen, baby brother," he whispered, kissing my forehead lightly.

I snuggled deep into his chest. "I know you will. But I don't want to talk. I want you to hold me."

He chuckled, the vibration echoing on my face while he pulled me down onto the bed. He tucked me into his side as we laid down, flat on his back with me curled like a kitten to his side. His right arm acted as a pillow while his left hand encompassed mine, which was laying on his stomach.

"You're like a little kid the way you always want to cuddle," he chuckled.

"So? I like how warm you always are."

"I'm only warm because you keep me that way."

"That's because you're so soft."

"... Ichi, is that a fat joke?"

I nearly giggled at the seriousness in his voice, but stopped when the telephone next to our bed rang. With a sigh, both me and Shiro sat up while he reached for the phone, knowing full well who was calling.

"Hello?" he practically growled into the phone. A few second passed before, "What's up, daddy?" I smiled when he said that. Coyote Starrk- the man who treated us like his own children. "No! He will not spend the night with that asshole!"..."I don't care! Ichi's my brother, and he belong with me! Tell Aizen to keep his dick to himself and find a new playmate, because my brother's not interested!"..."Go ahead and try!"..."Well, Ulquiorra can kiss my ass!"..."Shut up, bastard!"

Obviously, the conversation was getting out of hand, so I grabbed the phone from my seething twin and put it to my face while Shiro grumbled, crossing his arms. "Hello? Daddy?"

Coyote Starrk, a laze of a man with no drive to do anything, only showed real interest in me, my brother, and his sister Lilynette. But even he had a job under Aizen, and didn't have a choice but to do his bidding. Even so, it was usually Daddy who called us.

"Ichi? Aizen says he wants you for a night. You know I don't have a say in this, so please don't blow up like Shiro."

I smiled. "You know I have better control over my temper than Shiro. I have to work tonight, but I'll be ready to come to the office by ten thirty."

He sighed. "I'll hold him off until then. Just be careful, Ichigo. And keep Shiro out of trouble, too. I know he has to work tonight, as well."

"Alright then. Talk to you later, Daddy."

"I'll see you later, Ichigo," he repeated. Then, there was a rustling on the other line. "Hey! Don't bite me there! You never bite a man there, Lilynette!"

I laughed lightly. "Bye bye, Daddy. Say hi to Auntie when she stops biting."

Shiro took the phone from me and put it on the hook before kissing my shoulder. We shared smiles before getting up and looking at the clock on the wall opposite of the bed.

"It's already three o' clock. When do you have to get to work, Ichi?"

I sighed. "Just a couple minutes before I have to get ready."

Shiro nodded. "And I have a fight tonight at seven. I guess we'll both have big schedules."

"And I have to spend the night with Aizen, so..."

He growled before pulling me into his chest. I sighed but allowed him his comfort. It was no secret that my twin hated Sosuke Aizen, the leader of the biggest crime organization in the world called Espada, but Shiro wasn't the only one who hated the world's most successful criminal.

Espada was the name of Sosuke Aizen's perfect crime organization. Simply put, the Espada are ten individuals in charge of different types of crime, all working together under Aizen. Nobody was safe from his reach, even my brother and me.

Shiro worked for Yammy Llargo, the Zero Espada, who controlled underground fighting. I worked for Nnoitra Gilga, the Fifth Espada, in charge of human trafficking and prostitution. How we got involved is a long and painful story.

But we weren't some normal teens under Aizen's thumb. Shiro was in training for a spot in the Espadas. And I was Sosuke Aizen's beloved pet.

"A pet," I snorted to myself. "That's what I am..."

Shiro's arms tightened around me. "If you're a pet, then I want to be one, too."

The endearment warmed me, and I leaned against my twin. "Thank you, big brother."

"No problem, baby brother. You know I would do anything for you."

Nnoitra Gilga, my beanpole of a boss, was waiting for me when Shiro dropped me off at the club I worked called "Heaven". If anyone knew about the club, it was heaven for the clients and hell for the workers.

Nnoitra was the Fifth Espada, tall, thin, but unmistakable strong. He acted as the owner of the club and usually stayed there from opening to closing. He was as cruel as Aizen, but easier to handle and toned down his natural cruelty when dealing with his employees.

"Hey, boss," I said to him when I walked in.

Heaven was a fifties-styled club with deep red everywhere and classic gold lighting. The nightclub was big enough for a bar in the corner, tables littering the ground, and a stage where the dancers showed themselves off. To the right of the club were individual rooms called "Nirvana".

The way Heaven worked was simple: the dancers go up and move around to a song. Then, people bid on that dancer. Afterward, the highest bidder gets to spend the rest of the night with that dancer. Heaven was a playground for the rich. The club hadn't opened up yet, so all of the employees, or "Angels", were getting to work at around that time.

I'm not boastful, but I'm the most paid Angel in the club. It was most likely due to my lithe and girlish figure, and the orange hair on top of my head helped.

Nnoitra was sitting at the bar when I walked in, Angels by his side serving him drinks. He smirked when he saw me- the same facial expression he gave me every time I was around him.

"Ichi, my most beautiful strawberry angel. Come over here and sit on my lap," he ordered in an oily voice, patting his knees.

I obeyed, watching as he shooed off the other dancers for me to have enough room. When I was close enough to him, Nnoitra grabbed my waist and gripped my hips as he pulled me against his chest, my back against him.

I stayed still as Nnoitra chuckled lowly, hands reaching around and rubbing against my crotch. I sighed at the feeling, the fight having left me years ago, leaning my head against his shoulder and closing my eyes at the sensation.

He licked my neck with a growl. "Do you like this, Ichigo? Do you like it when I touch you?"

I mewed at the feeling of his hand kneading my dick. "Y-yes, boss."

He bit down lightly on my shoulder before reaching into my pants and gripping the shaft of my cock, running up and down. I stood at attention through my jeans, having learned early on to let Nnoitra have his fun.

"Ichi," he moaned at the sight of me. "Let me hear you."

My back arched as he expertly pulled at my dick. "A-ah! Boss!"

"You're so sexy, angel. Want me to finish you off?"

I gasped and shook my head. "I-I have to w-work, boss!"

He sighed and pulled his hand away. I almost whined at the loss of contact, but inwardly smiled.

Nnoitra kissed my mouth harshly, moaning and tilting me up. I breathed harshly when he let go, slumping against his chest. He started laughing.

"Aizen's little pet. He lets us fuck you, but for how long? When will he get greedy?"

I looked up at him. "What?"

He continued chuckling, looking down at me with a glint in his eyes. "He's going to become very selfish with you soon."

"Why would he want me? I already spend some nights with him. Isn't that enough?"

Nnoitra blinked at me in surprise before throwing his head back and laughing loudly. "Oh, Ichigo. You have no idea how beautiful you are. Sex will only satisfy us for so long. And Aizen's the boss. He gets first serve."

"O-okay," I stuttered, still not following the conversation.

He smirked and grabbed my waist, leading me away from the bar and towards the employees room.

"You have a big night tonight," he said as we entered the back room where all the Angels got ready.

I looked up. "Really?"

He nodded. "The mayor reserved you for tonight, and he's one hell of a sick fuck. But if he gets to be too much, just tell me and I'll have him removed."

I smiled and nodded. "Okay boss."

The rest of the Angels watched the boss leave, waving or calling out their goodbyes before turning back around and getting ready. I smiled at a few who greeted me before making my way to my own vanity.

The back room was a storage-like space that was big enough for the fourteen dancers to get ready at their own stations. Each station was a white vanity with light bulbs around it, filled with makeup and hair products.

I sat down and began prepping myself, powdering my face before adding silver eyeliner on top and black eyeliner on my bottom waterline. With sparkling powder, I added the glitter all of myself before styling my hair to be "just-out-of-bed" messy. Then, I got into my outfit.

Each Angel's outfit was handpicked for them specifically. Mine was a white g-string, a white vest, white fingerless gloves, and a pair of fluffy white boots. When I was happy with my look, I left my vanity and peeked behind the door to the stage.

The club was full of life, and I could see my client in the back. Since reserved Angels go on first, I lined up behind the door, closing it with a huff.

"I hope Shiro's doing okay," I whispered to myself, thinking about my albino twin who was, without a doubt, getting ready for his fight.

Third Person Point of View

Shiro Kurosaki was, in fact, very ready for his fight. After so long of dealing with his twin's submissive nature, he was ready to duke it out with an opponent. He stretched, looking around his training room.

Yammy Llargo was the owner of the underground fighting club "Animals". He employed only the best to fight under him, and that meant Shiro, whose swift and strong nature earned him the name "Zangetsu".

Shiro was in the back of the club, in a room designated to him to prep him for his fight. He was hitting the punching back harshly, picturing Aizen's face as his fists dealt his anger for him. The door to the room opened, revealing the boss himself.

Yammy Llargo was the largest Espada, with dark skin and a bald head. His muscles were as big as Shiro's body. The monstrous man owned almost every fighting club in Japan, but set base at Animals.

"You almost ready?"

Shiro wiped the sweat from his brow. "Yeah, yeah. Just get me up in the ring. Who am I up against?"

Yammy snorted. "Some kid from Naruki City that thinks he can beat a champion like you. But keep it short. Dordonii fights after you and you know how much the crowd loves his antics."

Shiro snorted. "That prancing he does? What kind of fighting is that?"

Yammy shrugged. "Beats me. But get ready. Five minutes."

Shiro watched as the giant of a man left the room before sighing and leaning against the wall. It was no surprise that Yammy didn't want to talk about Shiro's possible promotion. He would be losing a great fighter if Shiro moved up.

You see, Aizen had recently offered Shiro a position as the assassin division's associate. He would be prepped and mentored by the assassin's division leader, Ulquiorra Cifer, but it was still a huge step.

Shiro ran a hand over his face at the multiple possibilities that could come up for him if he was to accept the job. His employer wouldn't be that bad. Ulquiorra may be an apathetic emo boy, but he minded himself and was respectful enough. The pay was amazing and the housing was good as well.

But the problem was the reason behind the offer.

Shiro knew that Aizen and some of his Espada were obsessed with his little brother. Who wouldn't be? Ichigo was a naive, adorable, kind, loveable little kitten. But moving up in the underground world would mean that Ichigo would have to spend more time with Aizen. And Shiro detested that idea.

Shiro tightened his fists and punched the bag. "Aizen, you bastard. Why can't you just leave Ichi alone?"

The mere thought of his little brother screaming and writhing underneath that monster of a man made Shiro's blood boil, and he continued his assault until the door opened, revealing Yammy.

"You're on, Zangetsu. Don't disappoint the crowd. Beat that worm to a pulp!"

Shiro grit his teeth and punched his hands together. "No problem."

The kid didn't know what hit him when Shiro stepped into the ring. All of his hatred for Aizen went into that fight, and he left behind a bloody, broken body.

Shiro wanted to feel bad about hurting the kid, but that wasn't the way of the world he lived in. In the world he lived in, life was cruel and people got hurt. He knew that first hand. And it was too late for him and his little brother.

"It's too late for us, Ichi," he whispered into his hands as he ran them over his face- something he did only when he felt completely hopeless.

And he seemed to be doing it a lot nowadays.

Shiro, after being finished with his fights, wandered down the streets of his city before stopping in front of his brother's workplace. It was ten thirty- the end of Ichigo's shift. When the doors opened, Shiro nearly growled at the sight of his bruised baby brother.

The Albino rushed forward, gripping his brother around the shoulders before letting go when Ichigo yelped. "What the hell happened?" Shiro demanded.

Ichigo looked away. "You know... I just had a rough client is all."

Shiro snarled. "Those bastards! Nnoitra let this happen to you!?"

Ichigo shook his head. "I didn't tell him. He didn't see when I left the back rooms."

The white twin hugged his brother around the waist, feeling more of a failure than he usually did. His baby brother, the only thing in the world that gave him a reason to exist, was hurt because he was too weak to get them away from Aizen's clutches. It nearly broke him down when he saw his brother like this.

"I-I'm so sorry, Ichi," he whispered, burying his face into Ichigo's orange hair.

Ichigo pet his brother's head affectionately, having heard all of this long ago and many times before. "I'm alright, big brother. No long term damage done."

"That doesn't matter! This is my fault! This is all my fault!" he screamed into Ichigo's neck, placing soft butterfly kisses while muttering "Sorry" over and over again until Ichigo sighed.

"You need a fix?" he asked quietly.

Shiro nodded without making a sound. Ichigo smiled and linked his fingers with Shiro before the two walked away from the club. They continued down the road before Shiro hailed a tazi, ordering the driver to take them to another known Espada factory.

The Seventh Espada was named Zommari Rureaux and in charge of Drug Distribution. He owned several factories that were under the guise of "toy makers". Instead, the warehouses were designed purely for the perfect substances. And they got away with it because his warehouses were placed in convenient locations away from the long arm of the law.

Shiro and Ichigo stopped a warehouse that looked like a simple toy making company, making their way in. They were stopped at the door by guards, but explained their names and why they were their. Everybody knew Aizen's favorite pet and his brother, so they let them in.

Shiro led his baby brother past the separate labs where the drugs were being made in the badly lit warehouse, walking straight into Zommari's office. The brute of a man didn't even look up from his meditating.

"Yes?" he simply asked.

"Ichi and I want a fix."

Zommari opened a single eye to look at them. "And how will you pay?"

Shiro snorted. "You know Aizen made everything free to us. We just want one fix each. Hand it over and we'll be out of here soon."

The dark skinned man nodded before reaching into his desk and pulling out two black bags and handing them to his customers. Shiro smirked down at the bags before putting them in his pocket and leaving, grabbing his brother and pulling him away.

"U-uh! Thank you!" Ichigo cried before the door was closed.

Zommari smiled at the orange-haired boy's politeness before returning to his meditating, going to the depths of his mind to find new ways of making more money.

Espada Enterprises- a multimillion dollar company under the act of several different types of entrepreneurship. The tall skyscraper was Aizen's base of operations, reaching an astonishing seventy-floors high off the ground.

Shiro led his shivering brother inside, fighting off the echoes of pleasure himself as he clutched his baby brother to his chest. He led the orange-haired mess inside, past the receptionist who already knew who they were. The brothers made their way up the many floors by elevator, gasping and panting from their newfound high.

"I-Ichi, I'm really feeling it... t-t-tonight," Shiro gasped, rocking back on his feet.

"D-do you think... Ai-Aizen will be m-mad at me?" Ichigo whispered, leaning against his brother in a heap.

Shiro chuckled. "Let's hope the f-fucker's... angry..." his head dropped as he started to doze off- effect of the heroin they'd just injected.

Ichigo raked his fingernails up and down his twin's chest. "Wake up... Shiro!"

Both twins giggled as they came to a stop, coming out of the elevator to face another receptionist- one who knew their faces by heart. They greeted her with giggles, causing the woman to watch them with wide eyes, knowing the effects of the drug by heart.

"Mr. Kurosaki!' she scolded. "You both know how much Aizen detests you two using!"

"Th-then why'd he ma-ma-make ….it free?" Shiro scrambled, kissing his baby brother on the lips with a sigh. "You be c-careful, Ichi, o-o-okay?"

The orangette nodded, kissing back. "Okay, Sh-Shiro."

The Albino scowled as he watched his brother walk through the double doors leading to Aizen's office. He nearly ran after his brother before realizing that he had to set up a time with Ulquiorra about lessons for his possible promotion.

Ichigo stumbled into the office and nearly gasped at the pretty sight of the view. Aizen's top-floor office was a large room with soft white carpetting, a huge desk in the center, a stereo system on the walls, a bar on the other wal, a couple of bookcases, and a large window that circled around, showing off the city below.

Ichigo squealed with delight before running to the window, putting both hands on it as he viewed the sight below. He giggled at the moving cars, leaning against the glass.

There was a chuckled behind him, and Ichigo turned around to see Aizen filling up a glass at the bar. He gasped at the sight of his boss's boss before straightening up, feeling the effect of the heroin tenfold.

"H-hi, Aizen..." he stuttered.

The man across from his sighed when he noticed Ichigo's state. "Did you decide to get high before our visit, my beloved little strawberry? You know how I hate that."

Ichigo swallowed. "Sorry... I j-just needed a f-f-fix."

Aizen smirked and set down his glass, walking up to Ichigo with slow, steady steps. Ichigo, intimidated, backed up until his back was against the glass, gasping as Aizen put two hands on either side of the frightened orangette.

"Ichigo, my lovely strawberry," Aizen whispered, leaning down to massage Ichigo's lips with his own. "You know how I hate your addiction. Show up like this again and I'll cut you off."

"N-NO!" Ichigo yelled, not even startling Aizen.

The man nearly growled. "Ichigo, you're devotion to that drug is almost as bad as your love for that albino beast of a brother."

The orangette slouched against the glass, shaking his head. "Sh-Shiro's... my brother! The... other h-half of m-my soul."

Aizen felt red hot rage course through him. With a scream, Ichigo was lifted into the air and thrown onto the desk with a crash, yelping as he hit the hard wood. The orange-haired boy didn't even have a second to catch his breath before Aizen was upon him, ripping at both of their clothes in blind fury.

"St-STOP!" Ichigo screamed, pushing at Aizen's groping hands.

Aizen growled. "Don't try to stop me, strawberry! I'm angry right now, and I need your body!"

This didn't stop Ichigo from writhing around, trying desperately to be rid of Sosuke's hands all over his body. The constant sucking of his skin near sensitive places made him feel weak and disgusting.

Aizen growled at Ichigo's resolve to get away and hit his strawberry in the right cheek, earning a yelp. Ichigo held the spot where Aizen punched him and looked up at the man who controlled his life.

Aizen snarled. "You are mine, Ichigo Kurosaki. You belong to me and only me. Every decision you make will go through me first, and you will never leave my side! From this day forward, you do as I say!"

Ichigo shakily watched with wide eyes as Aizen released him and got into a sitting position on the desk, looking down at the ground with hopeless eyes.

"Well?" Aizen said calmly, retaining his attitude.

Ichigo sighed and looked up with defeated eyes. "What do you want me to do today, master?"

Aizen smirked and kissed Ichigo affectionately. "That's a good strawberry. You're mine, Ichigo. And I love you."

Ichigo looked away, cringing at the feeling of hands all over his body. But he didn't fight again, the resolve leaving his body.

Is this my fate? He thought. I'm just a pet, then?

There is no hope left in me.

There's Chapter One For You!

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To Be Continued...