This takes place after chapter 215 of Bleach! Yay Bleach! Now we all know I do not own any character of bleach or anything to do with bleach (except the story I chose to put with it! Maybe even that (mostly) is a copy right of the Author and Artist! Lets give it up for them and thank them for creating BBBBLEACH! Thank you author/artist dude! And now on with the show!

Ps.Some names have been altered for my lack of memory at the moment.

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN BLEACH OR CHARACTERS!! Also I rated this ( I think) Mature just to be safe!

Spirals end

Ichigo speed at top speed towards Ulquir.

Ulquir smiled as he waited for him. As soon as Ichigo threw open the doors breathing hard Ulquir grabbed Orihime.

"Let her go!" Ichigo yelled at him. Aizen-san smiled at the scene unfolding behind him. The six captains in front of him paused.

"Ulquir," Aizen said smoothly and looked up at the six captains with a coy smile "why don't you do as the young boy asks?"

Ulquir gave a small quirky smile towards Ichigo.

"Yes Aizen-sama!" and he realised Orihime.

Ichigo sighed, but gave Ulquir a cautious glare as he walked towards Orihime to try and put himself in between her and Ulquir. Just as he was about to grab Orihime's wrist Ulquir picked her up. He jumped backwards and tossed Orihime casually over to Aizen who caught her and smiled joyfully.

"Don't move or she's dead!" Ulquir informed not only Ichigo but the other six captains.

The captains just glared for a moment in confusion. Aizen's cronies were still standing there ready to fight but when things seemed to have changed a bit they to looked at Aizen for guidance.

"Ichigo," Aizen said not turning to face the boy. "-chan you can move, you know?"

Ichigo didn't know weather he was lying or not. Not wanting to lose any chances though he cautiously charged towards Ulquir not wanting to go straight for Orihime just to be safe.

Ulquir smiled and turned so Ichigo would go past him. Then he grabbed Ichigo's right hand and pinned it behind Ichigo's back. Grabbing Ichigo around the waist so he couldn't escape.

"What a comfy little position eh, Ulquir?"

Ulquir just smiled, and turned his gaze from the surprised Ichigo to Aizen.

"Grimjaw would be jealous of you!"

Ulquir gave a satisfied smile full of content. Ichigo glared up at him not getting any of this.

'What the hell does Grimjaw have to do with any of this?' Ichigo wondered quietly to himself.

No one else had moved yet however the old man was bent on changing that. Ichigo eyes were drawn from Ulquir with the sudden movement of the old mans staff.

"No!" Ichigo screamed from his captors arms as he screamed though Ulquir twisted his arm behind his back tighter. "Ugh!" He cried out in sudden pain as he heard the cracking.

"See," Aizen began calmly finally turning towards Ichigo "if they move she'll die!"

Ichigo glared at Aizen. The old man stopped.

'What lovely eyes! Full of murderous intent!' Aizen thought to himself with a smile.

"And if she dies you will have to avenge her! And to do that you wont only have to kill me, but" Aizen pointed with his free arm at the captains. "all of them as well!"

Ichigo paused not knowing what to do. He looked at Orihime out cold dangiling from Aizen's hand and felt hatred bubbling inside him greater then ever before.

"Let her go!!" He demanded again trying to pull from Ulqui's grasp. As he did his arms was pushed harder and the whole boxed city echoed with the crack, and Ichigo's yell.

"Let...let her go!" Ichigo demanded again panting hard his whole right arm was numbed by the pain.

Aizen smiled slightly.

"What would you willing to give me for her?"

Ichigo looked at him. He thought for a minute of something that the crazy psychotic ex-captain could want. Not being able to think of anything he asked him as sweat dripped from his forehead.

"What do you want?"

Aizen's small smile grew in to a coi grin.

"Good boy. Never offer if you don't know."

'I'm not a boy!!' Ichigo wanted to yell at him. 'Stop treating me like a child you psycho path!!'

"Lets see what do I want?" Aizen rubbed his chin thoughtfully as the six captains looked at Ichigo.

Did the boy have something up his sleeve? They wondered. Or his he really going to give him what he asks for to save his friend?

Almost all of the five their, except maybe Kenpachi, had been surprised when the Old man had complied to not continue attack. Usually he would attack even if their was a hostage, only in one life to save versus saving a whole world situations though. And this was one of those.

Aizen gave a coi grin. He looked back at Ichigo.

"You."

"What?!" all the captains yelled, except for a now frowning Kenpachi and Old geezer.

Ichigo looked at him confused.

'Why the hell does he want me? Orihime has healing powers and is needed and worth more than me. Then again what am i thinking? I shouldn't question why this crazy bastered wants me if i can save my friend!'

Ulquir watched Ichigo's facial expressions with interest as did Aizen. Though Aizen was waiting more watching the boy to see his reply before he could announce it.

He saw it. In the flicker of anger and the glare Ichigo shot him. He saw the answer.

"Very well." Aizen said. His grin fading.

He lifted Orihime above his head. Ichigo watched not knowing what he was doing.

Byakuy moved forward hand on his hilt. Suddenly Aizen flung Orihime at the captains. She was coming towards Byakuy and with his fast movements he caught her before being flung in to the other captains.

"Well be back!" Gin said with his usual grin and playfulness in his voice. Before he followed Aizen who had already turned and was at Ulquir's side.

Aizen touched Ichigo's forehead and everything began to go hazy for him. His usually intense brown eyes became blanketed in a white glaze. His muscles froze and he found himself un able to move. His hearing dwindled as he barely managed to make out the shocked faces of the captains, staring in to his glazed eyes.

His sence of smell, gone. The feel of his own skin as the soft wind whipped his sleeves against it, gone, not the slightest hint that he even had skin. His fears, his feelings gone. He felt nothing, heard nothing, senced nothing. All that he could do was see through a hazy, almost like iced, crystals that were his eyes. He wasn't even awear that what he was doing was only seeing. To describe it in a way that can be known: It was like a sleep where you could see but do nothing. Only think as the dream goes and follow it as it happens to flow. Then when you wake up, you only remember bits and pieces. This was Ichigo's state.

A black hole swirling opened before his mind completely went blank and he just watched not knowing what, or even caring, how he was watching.

--

'What should we do with him...?'

'We should continue as i have been planning. Luckly he offered himself just as i knew he would. We must continue as i planned.'

'...are you sure?'

'Positive...'

--

Blackness a dark hole forming in front of him. His world seeming to be covered in...ice. He sensed nothing. Suddenly a chill went up and down his...back(sp?).

GASP. GASP. PANT. PANT.

"On htouhgts."

"Ichigo!"

Snap.

'Turquois?'

"Ichigo nac uoy arhe em?"

'Pale?'

"Eh esn'tdo erunstadnd athnyign arnoud imh."

Pull. Shiver.

"ARGGG! Moan!"

"His eyes! What you do??"

"I'm reprogramming him so he at least has the knowledge of everything around him."

"What about..."

"Nothing of his past. Don't even mention it!"

The turquoise man nods. I look at them both wondering what the hell was happening. I went from not having a clue as to what was going on to understanding everything perfectly. From the human world, to the world of the Shinigami, to the world I'm in now. Arcana? The land of hollows will suffice for it's name at the moment.

I try to think back.

I woke up panting, not being able to breath well for some unknown reason, in to a air mask? I look at the two men in front of me. Ignoring, or not being able to hear them any longer (i don't know which) i think on what i now understand. I now know what happened.

I woke up in the panting state, reason unknown, then the taller, bigger built, brunet had said something. What was it?

I ponder as i replay the sene trying to concentrate on their once scrambled words.

--

"No thoughts!"

"Ichigo!"

"Ichigo!"

Snap.

The smaller man shaking in front of him. Looking aggravated, sad, angry, annoyed?

'Turquoise?' his hair i notice as he comes and looks up at me sadly.

He touches his hand to the glass.

"Ichigo can you hear me?"

'Pale?' his face is white yes, but what is truly pale about it is the skeletal lining across his jaws skin.

"He doesn't understand anything around him."

Pull.

I feel my hand as a, thick mechanical wire, that penetrates the side of my arms skin, to enter in to the arm itself, moves my arm towards the glass where the turquoise haired man's hand rested. I feel my hand being pulled through the glass as a gel like substance shuts everything but my arm from exiting. I watch as another machine board surfaces from the floor.

It keeps rising till it touches my arm. Something cold touches my finger tips.

Shiver.

Very cold...and sharp.

"ARGGG!" I feel the cold metal rods go through each of my fingers and feel them thin out in to my nervous system "Moan!"

The pain begins to subside and then thoughts, actual thinking process begin to activate in my, brain...and i begin to learn...

--

Then i remembered the men having the conversation they had after I'd awaken.

'Reprograming? Past? My eyes? What of it all?' I looked at them curiously not understanding who they were or where i was. Somehow remaining calm. They had given me access to actually think. So i should take the time and do so. Friend or foe? Keeps crossing my mind as they're voices are once again reachable by my ears.

"The glaze has left his eyes because he has once again been given the ability to think." the brunet, his back to me working on some type of computer, at least it looks to be. "You can talk to him now and he'll be able to understand what you say to him."

The smaller man, teal haired, frowns at the bigger man and glares at him before turning back to me. He gives me a small smile and once again presses his hand to the glass.

"Hey Ichi. You doing okay?"

I stare at him. This man is so familiar with me, does he know me?

He seems to notice my blank stare and suddenly he looks a bit hurt and lonely.

"Hey Strawberry,"

This for some reason annoys me.

"Do you know who i am?"

I stare at him.

"If you do," he sounds more urgent like he wants me to remember...really badly. "please. Please put your hand up against mine!"

I look over the pale hand and don't know what to do. I seriously don't remember him. I did remember Turquoise. I could hear the words Ichigo. Was he Ichigo? Strawberry? Who was that?

I hadn't realized but apparently I was still staring at his hopeful face with a blank stare.

I shake my head back and forth keeping my eyes on him. He looks up at me the hope draining from his eyes. I turn my eyes from him after he downcasts his face hidding it in the fold of his arms against the glass.

I look to the older man who now stands behind him. I stare at him. He smiles. I wonder what on Earth he could be thinking. He seems to read my thoughts and answers.

"You re not the least bit scared?"

A question. I know not whether i truly am or am not.

"You aren't wondering why you have all those wires inside you?"

I look down to see to why his hand had frilled up and down. My eyes travel down looking over what seems to be my own body. Big thick wires, a few smaller ones, coarse within my skin. Like the one in my arm, that has now been returned to my side in the tank of water, their is another in the other arm. In my left leg. My right ankle. One going through my lower chest. Another through my upper thighs. I wear a pair of black boxers and continue to examine the smaller wires, blue, red, green, purple, coursing through the inside of my skin. I feel the tingle, as i try to look down at my toes, explode through my neck. I look back up to meet the eyes of the taller man. Obviously another wire, thick and as silver as the other thick ones, going through my neck. Possibly even my spine. I flinch a bit at the thought of that.

I feel a sensation, possibly fear?, at the thought of having something like that go through my whole spine, maybe even attaching to ribs and inner organs. I am some how able, slowly, to raise my hand and rub it against my neck. I feel the smaller wires spreading from the bigger one in the back of my neck. I feel along the front of my neck and chest, and feel the small pertruding wires through my skin. The feel sends shivers, a light tingle, over the skin above it and near it. My hand travels all along the front. I find that they spread out like roots from two tall trees beside each other. The wires don't meat in the middle but a few do tangle. They leave from opposite sides of the thicker wire at the base of my skull and branch out from the base of that thick wire down along it out in to my nervous system and who knows how many other systems. They branch out as far as i can rach off my spine, and i feel them further down, even before i attempt to move my legs.

However. No where but at the neck are they as thick. Branching out and building up against the sides of my neck and begining of my shoulders. Literally conectint the two, the top of my neck to the base, to the shoulders expanded to the middle of each side where they sink in to who knows how deep.

I remove my hand from the wires and let it float once again at my side. The teal haired man has risen and once again placed his hand in front of me. Waiting for me. He now stands tall, before bent over to look me in the eyes. He is a massive height (not as much so as the man behind him but close enough). I feel small as he looks down on me, our eyes meeting. His blue spheres searching my eyes. I can no longer read his face, I do not even attempt to.

His eyes show a quick hint, a flash really, of some emotion as they stare at me. Longing? I think but it is to short for me to really understand it. For all i know it could be disappointment, anger, annoyance, or even guilt.

He moves away out of my view. I am greatful. For something about him distirbs me greatly. I once again find my self in a staring compatition with the smiling brown eyes of the brunet.

"Why do you frown so much?"he asks steeping forward. "You look so stern like that!"

I believe he is referring to my eyes.

He turns his eyes away from me, but i know he's aware of me staring, watching every move he makes. He fiddles with the monitor that had given me the...'reprogramming?' he had refereed to. Pushing buttons and such as the screen lits up neon green and yellow colors.

Suddenly the mask is taken from me. My lungs fill with the last breath of air from the mask as i begin to choke on the water that has now entered them and try not to breath any more in (not giving a him any pleasure of a hint of the tightness i feel in my swelling lungs as they wish to spiew out and cough out the water that has filled them).

I feel teh water arounding me swirling as he smiling face, and eyes return to look at me. I feel the water levels dropping as i once again calm myself and regain a hopefully unreadable face. Reasuring myself that the water level is dropping, the water is draining, he's going to let me out.

In fact he does!

Once the water is all gone and I've spewed out all the water in my lungs, involuntarily in front of him. The glass pulls it self back disappearing in to the walls that had led to where it had been. I look to those walls and lean my head forward a bit expecting to hit glass but don't. My neck twinges though. And i see him move his hand to the monitor once again.

"Oh," he says as he pushes more buttons and i begin to feel the smaller wires creeping inside my skin, back in to the thicker wires. "sorry. I forgot about those."

I glare at him. Not sure if that's true or not. I feel the little wires like small snakes wriggling in my skin to get to their holes before the hawk eats them. He smiles at me his eyes closed as the last little wires scamper on the inside of my skin. Returning to their holes.

"This may hurt a bit." he warns as he pushes another button on the monitor eyes closed still.

It does.

I feel the burning, the ripping, the tearing, the pinching as the big silver wires begin to wriggle out of my skin like cobras and boa constrictors. I can't help but scream.

But the pains to much my shrieks of pain shortly turn to silent screams that only I cna hear inside my head. It hurts. Oh god it hurts.

Finally the wriggling stops and i feel the last one leave my body. I hear it thud on the ground before me as i collapse to the ground. Wondering if the others made anny noises. If so i hadn't heard them.

I feel the warmth of the red around my fallen body. It hurts oh god it hurts. I feel the coldness of the fallen metal at my sides. It hurts. I forget everything. Not caring any more about finding out who I am, whether their enemy or friend. I just hurt, all over. I ache. I am in pain, agony. I wish to move but i can not. It hurts.

I see the brunet as the haziness finally begins to take effect in my eye sight. The pain is over powering me. I begin to feel myself their on the floor. Be aware that I can feel, hear, see, smell. Though i already knew this, it all seems to be brought to the surface with each breath I take. And with each breath i take i feel the raspyness, hear it, increase in my breath, feel it on my tongue as i feel closer to death.

My eyes begin to flutter shut, which tells me I wont die. At least not today, unlease it is in sleep.

I see the arms of the smiling man come to pick me up. I see the redness on his white robes, and black. I see his smiling face looking down at me. I do not wish to see it something about it is disturbing me, just as the teal haired one had. I turn my eyes away. Something orange catches my eyes and i look to it. Barely being able to make out the image of a orange haired, pale skinned boy sleeping on a cot in a glass case framed with brown polished wood.

He looks familiar, young, a bit strange.

The man turns and with that turn i feel the back of my neck move and it hurts. So terribly, so badly i wince and moan in pain. I bite down on my lip till i find the warmth the redness brings inside my mouth. Protruding from my lips skin.

The lights go off and all I can think of is the pain I'm in. How much I hurt. Where I hurt. And how much I just want it to end.

"We're walking," the man says

I do not care. I am in pain.

"Ichigo,"

I do not know who the hell your talking of! So don't talk to me!! My brain screams as another surge of pain fills me as my back is adjusted in his arms for the only time.

"My son,"

These words surprise me greatly and i find myself opening my eyes just a bit my brow i feel knitted at my own confusion. The pain once again surges and i forget what he has said.

"You will feel better in the morning. You..."

His words travel off as i let myself slip away. Not wanting to hang on any more. The pain to great, my eyelids to heavy. Black. No pain. Just...darkness...sleep...please...

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AN: uhhhh...yeah i don't know what to say...this is not what i had in mind for my first Bleach FF. (Someone wanna get me my lawyer and agent so i can have a good long talk with them about this? ...Well then again you just may wanna call my head. I think me and it need to have a discussion of the minds hear!! And pronto)

IM TERRIBLY SORRY THAT THIS IS SO MORBID AND THAT IT IS PROBABLY HORRIBLE AND MAKES NO SENSE. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I POSTED IT. (I really don't). THIS IS NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIND FOR MY FIRST BLEACH FANFIC BUT THIS IS WHAT TURNED UP WHEN I WAS HALF ASLEEP AND WRITING. I SHOULD KNOW BETTER BY NOW NOT TO PUBLISH WHEN IN THAT STATE BUT I GUESS I NEVER LEARN FROM IT. I am so terribly sorry. Please forgive me. I promise I'll take it some where and get working on my other stories (i know i need to stop writing new ones and from now on all the new ones i write i will try to make them one shots) this one will be a shorter fanfic though (most likely ten chapters or so at most). Sorry again (forgot what else i wanted to say...too...tired...