A/N: Thanks for clicking. I just want to make sure that the pairing is known. Yes, it is going to be a Tatsuki x Ichigo x Uryuu x Sousuke fic. Indeed a wonderful, hot, yay four-some. Lucky Tatsuki, right. I also apologize if I misspelled anything, if I got something wrong please let me know and I'll correct it now and in future chapters. Thank you!

Warnings will be posted as needed for each chapter. The story will be rate M for later chapters. The language, some violence okay a good bit of violence and fighting and some mild to medium sexual situations.

Disclaimer: I do own Bleach! (If I did, Ichigo would have told Orihime fuck off years ago. I'm not a hater but the pairing makes me cringe.) I also don't earn a damn thing from writing this. I receive only a passing sense of pleasure.

Chapter One

Was it night? It was impossible to tell the time of day beneath the many streets that were paved overhead. The dank cell was nothing more than a small box designed to give him enough space to keep his body from permanently seizing. The cramped cell was meant to torture him, force him to miss his freedom and therefore repent the crimes that had brought him here. It was having the opposite effect on one, Aizen Sousuke. In his mind he hadn't committed any crimes. Keeping him in this place wasn't going to change his frame of mind, nor his heart.

His heart. Deep chestnut eyes blinked rapidly in the bare light. Ears focused on the sound of dripping. The coiling heat of his breath lingered like a cloud, mere inches before frowning lips. A meager meal had been left to rot next to unclothed feet. It would be some months before another was brought. That too would be left untouched. With the seal intact, he didn't trust them not to put something in the slop, anything to keep him docile. They were still cautious, if the two guards were anything to go by. Those above liked to boast that he had been contained, yet they still feared him. The hypocrites thought they had him down. He would not be sentenced, denied his destiny, or his rightful place.

How long? How many more dreams before the other one sought him out? The one that was plaguing his mind, his dreams and his memories. Kurosaki Ichigo, the one he was waiting for. The one that had been unable to kill him. His pride stung at the thought of being defeated. He may have been captured but not even at the peak of unbelievable power, he had not been slain. Ichigo Kurosaki's final attack should have ended his existence. At the time he had assumed it was because he was truly stronger than the young shinigami.

The gift of prison, it allowed him to replay the memories. He had nothing but time to think while sitting in his cage. That was the first time he could think of, that he had truly known fear. His soul had felt a sense of betrayal and despair. When he thought upon it, it had been the first time they had actually faced off with the intent of destroying each other. What was it about the boy that had filled him with a sense of purpose, longing and loneliness for those brief moments he had feared death? In that moment, a part of him cried out that he wasn't attacking an enemy but an ally. At the time he disregarded it as the smallest amount of respect for his opponent.

That wasn't entirely correct. During that brief but intense fight, something had begun to stir within his soul. A sort of enlightenment, something tugging in the recesses of his mind. Along with the stirring, his contempt for his former home grew to new heights. For as long as he could remember, there had been a deep seated resentment for the place called Soul Society. After gaining his place as Captain, he began searching for the reason behind this unknown animosity. Throughout his years of service, he had discovered plenty of reasons to justify the feeling. It was all he needed to act upon his plans. They wanted to see him as a monster but failed to see their own sins. As long as it was in the boundaries of their own dictated laws; it was justified.

Justice, it was a need that haunted him. Soul Society thought they had him conquered, never. His fingers clenched painfully as the energy flowed into through his veins. His powers were already returning. The seal was firmly intact. Urahara was a genius, he'd grant him that. What the former captain hadn't counted on, was that of an outside source. The foreign reiatsu had appeared months ago, almost at first as a comfort. When he had longed to stare at anything other than the bland walls, it cloaked him like a blanket.

It was this spiritual energy that had the seal weakening. No, not really weakening but nullifying the affects. He realized that when the seal had activated, it had been designed to seal away all of his spiritual energy at the moment of activation. It meant that the foreign reiatsu was allowing him to convert it, into his own.

Somehow, he knew that the source was the reason behind the dreams. At first, he had been appalled over the contents. No one wanted to have erotic dreams about the person that helped to end their living dreams. Days within of being sentenced, his mind had shown him images of lying peacefully next to the orange haired shinigami. Aghast, he had tried to forget.

Then the dreams had introduced another male, one he still couldn't see clearly. The most clear, the most painful dream, was where he could see the back of their forms and they were watching the streets of Soul Society below. It isn't the people or the homes that has their attention. Down below with her back to them, a petite form, someone that had so many emotions consuming him. As she turns to look back at them, he would always wake, awaken to the feelings of loss and hate.

Dreams, dreams of the past. A past that was slowly becoming clear, yet so scattered, he couldn't completely make sense of it. What he did know was that Kurosaki Ichigo had been a part of his past long before he had been born. They were connected. Whatever the reason, it was why that attack hadn't destroyed his soul. It may also explain why the substitute shinigami had been so hard to destroy. How many times hadn't Kurosaki come close to death but had held onto life?

Soon, he could feel it. Soon, he wouldn't be the only one with the need to seek out the answers. "Kurosaki Ichigo."

The coppery scent of fresh blood filled the long corridor, urging him to move faster. His legs were cramping from being overstressed. The overwhelming fear made it hard to focus on anything besides continuing to move towards his destination. He couldn't be too late, he wouldn't let it be too late.

"There." The voice spoke beside him, drawing his attention to his company.

Ichigo registered the fact that he knew the person, he was keeping in synch with his movements. They couldn't risk going any slower. His body felt on the verge of collapsing.

"Don't stop."

The panic that consumed his chest was reflected in the man's voice. They had to keep going, they couldn't fail. The narrow hallway felt like it was growing longer. Their destination was right around the corner. A piercing scream was heard from ahead.

"No," his own voice bordered on breaking.

"Keep going, he's alive." Him being the prone figure they ran by. A pool of blood was already forming beneath the slender body.

Pain and worry were directed to the wounded man. They could heal his wounds but they were needed elsewhere. Elsewhere, inside the double doors in which they ran. Despite the weakness that threatened to make him collapse, he knew he couldn't falter. He wouldn't fail her, he had made a promise.

"NOOO!" His companion's voice shouted, echoing in the large room.

There, surrounded by over thirty shinigami. Ichigo felt the anger boil like molten lava in his stomach at the sight. They had been betrayed. A tear almost escaped seeing the delicate form being held between two. The raven head was hanging forward, she didn't even have the strength to acknowledge that they had returned. A low sob was all he could detect, she was weeping. "DON'T TOUCH HER!"

"DON'T!" He shouted into the night air with enough force to wake from the dream. Ichigo Kurosaki gasped, filling his lungs with much needed oxygen. He felt out of breath and the panic still lingered. His sheets were soaked, his muscles felt overused and he had managed to knock over his lamp.

Not again. Another one of those nightmares. They always remained behind. So far he could recall each one, the visions were engraved into his brain. There had been three separate that he could recall, not forgotten upon waking. Tonight's was the worse of the lot. He hated the feelings that came with that certain dream. The sense of failure, loss and remorse. The pain that came with it was horrible, the agony was worse than when his mother had been killed. The confusing part was, he knew that the feeling was all for the figure he was always trying to get to.

Why the hell was he having the dreams? Was it something to do with the last few years? Had all the stress finally gotten to him? The last person he could see himself following was Aizen. Yet, he knew that he had been running alongside him as a comrade. Whatever had been causing the panic, the former captain had been feeling it as well. A common goal had them racing into that room. It always ended before he could figure out who it was and what was going on.

Unable to return to sleep, he tossed aside the covers. The heater had kicked in, making the temperature unbearable in the room. In just a pair of green pajama pants, he slid open his window. The night air rushed in to caress his face. It instantly chilled the sweat that had collected on his face. Needing to cool down was becoming a nightly occurrence.

"Fuck!" The need to vomit was strong. Not only did he fear for the person in the room, he had almost stopped seeing the other person bleeding out on the floor. He should have been wanting to make the former captain take the person's place, instead he was positive he had felt the man's panic, their shared heartache.

Was that possible? His mind always went back to that battle. When his zanpakuto had managed to connect with the man's. The strong sense of loneliness had been coming from his enemy. How could someone that had so many followers, be lonely? How had he been able to feel another's emotions? Their zanpakuto was an extension of their soul, it meant that he had connected to Aizen Sousuke's soul.

There was a strong possibility he was losing it. Maybe Karin was right, he needed to get laid. A faint smile tugged at his lips recalling the twin's advice. Yuzu suggested that he find himself a girlfriend. His dad thought he should accept one of the many invitations from Inoue. He inwardly cringed at going out on a date with his friend. As much as he cared for her as a comrade and friend, there was no real attraction there. Unlike Kon, he felt nothing when looking at the too-large bust. Seeing her form actually made him want to sigh with disgust. He really didn't care for her physically.

At night when he would allow his manly urges to surface, his imagination never conjured up her appearance. When he pictured himself getting intimate, the person was always smaller. He wanted someone petite but lithe. Breasts that would fill his palm but not overflow. There was no over-flow of womanly curves tempting him, more of an athletic build. He wanted someone with the stamina to participate and endure the long, drawn-out session of vigorous sex he often fantasized about.

He wanted Tatsuki. A realization he had come to months ago, right before graduation. When he had accepted his jealousy for what it was. They both had been out with their friends, at Ishida's birthday celebration. At that point he had already acknowledged that he found her to be attractive. It was seeing the Quincy clumsily trying to flirt with his childhood friend, it made him green with jealousy. He hated the fact that she had seemed to appreciate the attention.

If he chose to pursue anyone, it would be her. No one else stirred him in the same way, not even close. She had once asked, what was she to him? The answer had eluded him then, it still did. The quickest response would be a friend. Someone he had known for most of his life. Calling her those things didn't sit well with him, because she wasn't just those things. Right now they were still only friends but she was the vision he used to find sexual release. If only she weren't best friends with the one person that was fixated on him.

No matter how many times he used a lame excuse to brush Inoue off, the girl was persistent. It didn't help that she used Tatsuki as an anchor. Because of their friendship and his own with the brunette, he was pressured into being considerate at all times. If he was rude, he'd upset her, which would piss Tatsuki off. The last thing he wanted was to put any stress on his already waning relationship with her. It had been weeks since they had last spoken. The fault was entirely his own, he wasn't sure how to address his issues. How could he keep pretending to be receptive of one's attention, when he wanted nothing more than to pin his childhood friend up against a wall and make her scream his name?

He also knew that if he continued to wait, someone else would step up. If he had to watch another woo her, he hated the very idea. It had taken him years to realize what he wanted, longer to act on it. He didn't think she would be receptive of his feelings either. From what he had always seen, she encouraged her best friend's obsession. He was tempted to take up their invitation to spend the night. He could only imagine Tatsuki's face if he were to sneak into her bed.

"Not again." His body responded to the idea. He needed to figure out why he was having dreams involving Aizen. He already knew why he was fantasizing about Tatsuki. His sexual desires should be taking a back burner. He wanted to know why he couldn't forget those dreams. As he played them over and over, it was always the same. Didn't dreams differ? The only thing that stayed the same was truth. The truth never changed. Did that mean it was someone's memory being inserted into his mind? Was that the reason he was with the former captain? Could the man somehow be influencing his mind from prison? His power were sealed, wasn't it?

There was one way to discover what was happening with his sub-conscious. He liked to think that they owed him a huge favor. After everything he had sacrificed and done for the place. It wouldn't be too much for them to grant him an audience with the prisoner. If it was Aizen's doing, he'd inform the man that he had better things to dream about.

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