A/N: It's another ficcie from a mentally unstable yaoi fangirl, bwahahaha-warugh! (gets hit on the head by her muse) Owowow, fine, fine, I'll get on with it. Also, the name of the person who trying to woo Ichigo is not revealed near the end cause I originally had no idea who it was going to be. Well, I'm sure you'll all be able to figure it out by the middle of the drabble-ish...thing even before the other's name is revealed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. If I did, poor Ichigo would have been traumatized ten times over by now. 8DDDD Have fun reading my drabble-ish thingy...story...thing! (goes off spinning around like the mentally unstable girl she is)

"You really don't realize how beautiful you are do you, Ichigo?"

No one had ever said that to him so no, of course Ichigo never thought of him being beautiful or anything like that because what kind of man would honestly want to be called beautiful? Well, besides that crazy eleventh division fifth seat, Yumichika, perhaps.

He never did get the chance to say that, however, as the other had already moved against him, limiting his movement so fast that Ichigo was sure they had just used shunpo. Shock had already filtered into Ichigo's system when he had first sensed that small sliver of reiatsu leaking out from the Gargantum that had appeared in front of him.

Of all the people to appear out of the Gargantum, why had it been him? What business did he have here in the human world?

Ichigo never did get the chance to ask those questions either for the moment he had become pinned against the wall of the secluded building located upon the outskirts of town, the other's reiatsu had immediately overwhelmed his and left him paralyzed, barely able to breathe properly.

There was that deep, amused chuckle again, the same one that he had heard when he first noticed the other's presence and it made Ichigo wonder what the other found so funny in this entire situation.

"I apologize, Ichigo-kun. I did not mean to offend you in any way by laughing."

Oh great, the other was a mind-reader now? What else was new? Ichigo's irritation, his anger at his own lack of power, being unable to move because the other in front of him was so damn powerful! He hated feeling this weak, he hated feeling like this, as though he was under the mercy of another, more powerful being.

Which coincidentally, he was.

"However, my earlier words are completely true. You really are an embodiment of true beauty."

If it weren't for the huge amount of reiatsu pouring down on him and pinning him against the wall like some limp rag doll, Ichigo would have surely spat out a venom-filled retort back at the arrogant man before him. However, seeing as how he was now, there was no chance of that in the near future. Not unless the other decided to lessen the pressure on him and risk getting their frickin' head lopped off, that is.

Another amused chuckle and--this time Ichigo was sure the other had just read his mind--a large, slender hand coming up to trace the contours of his face, slowly, lovingly...

As though we were lovers.

Ichigo cringed at both the touch and the thought before realizing just exactly what the touch implied. And what Aizen Sousuke was planning on doing.

Before he could even struggle--and how he would have fought and struggled against this had he the strength--their lips met, a forced contact of flesh that cut off Ichigo's yell in his throat to be replaced by a moan when Aizen began nipping on his lower lip.

There was no fight, no resistance when Aizen's tongue entered Ichigo's mouth and the shinigami could only faintly wonder, why?

Why was he submitting? Why was he not fighting against the traitorous ex-captain that had planned out Rukia's execution to the very end? Why was his body not willing to resist?

"Beautiful." Again, that single word slipped past Aizen's lips to pass into Ichigo's although Ichigo himself hadn't so much as heard the word as he did feel the vibrations of sounds when Aizen spoke.

Why? Why was he not fighting? Why did he not resist, damnit?

And why the hell am I blushing every time he calls me beautifu? was Ichigo's last thoughts before Aizen's reiatsu swallowed him whole and turned his world black.

(blinks) Wow, talk about a crappy ending. I seriously think this is the worst story...drabble-ish...thing I've written so far. First and foremost, in case anyone was wondering or didn't know, the title is a play-on of Ichigo's name which also means strawberry in Japanese. xD This is supposed to be a one-shot like my other two stories but who knows what will happen? I really have no idea how to continue this anyway.

Mah, just ignore the author's crazy rantings and be nice and review, kay?