A/N: Don't own Bleach. Enjoy.

~Title: Doll~

~Pairing: AizenxRukia~

Hands trailed roughly along the sides of her face, through her hair and then finally grasping her scalp. "Perfect," the man mumbled in the darkness of the white room, "as perfect as a doll. My own precious doll…my Rukia." He gently took her lips, smothering the cry that was sure to resound hollowly from the Shinigami who could no longer summon the strength to repulse this terrible man.

Help me.

Save me.

Somebody…SAVE ME!!!

~~~*~~~

It was like this and had been like this forever it seemed. There never was a day when she recalled the time before or what it felt like to not be enslaved body and mind to a man of great cunning and power, legions of servants to bow to his every whim and destroy the world around them. The world was his and his throne was the Heavens, he was King now, ruler in every horrifying sense of the word.

What Sosuke Aizen wanted, he got. Nothing would be denied him. She could almost admire this sort of tenacity; swiftness of thought and near stubbornness, if he hadn't been what he was. Darkness hung over the worlds of Soul society and the living world, a perpetual night just as Hueco Mundo was locked in desolation.

Was this their punishment?

Life for her had ended a hundred years ago; maybe it hadn't been that long. Blood pooled beneath Ichigo's body, she remembered it clearly, and a familiar man in robes of white stained crimson came and held his hand out as a gesture of kindliness. "You're alone, Rukia. Everyone's dead or dying. Come. You've survived this long, there must be something special about you—"

"Traitor!!!"

"Now, I thought you'd have been a little more accepting then that. After all I've conquered this world—" he smiled, "—and you're all that's left alive in it. So come…with me."

Seeing her reach for her Zanpaku-to determinedly, he frowned.

"No? You do not realize the futility of this?"

"Dance number two, Haku—"

"I see then. Capture her."

And with that, she found herself outnumbered in power and the fact that there was nowhere to run anymore.

~~~*~~~

"Why so sad?" he asked her once, "I give you everything you desire. Only ask and it shall be yours."

Rukia turned away from the window and the view it afforded of a string of Shinigamies being executed by his Arrancars. "Release me," she said, her voice soft, "let me go that's all I ask."

Aizen smiled the way she knew so well now, he went and pulled her to his hard, flat body, "I'm sorry, my dear. That is the one thing I will not do for you." His hand slid along the back of her head, pressing her unhappy face into his chest and then caressed her hair. "Because you're mine. My precious, precious doll."

~~~Finis~~~

AN: I'd had this for months unfinis in my docs box :P finally I got it today and finished it and well there it is. Reviews are always appreciated :)