There are spoilers in this fic if you have not read up to Chapter 170.
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"You… so you created Grand Fisher…" Ichigo choked out as hewatched Rukia being dragged helplessly by that strange red collar around her neck. Ifhe had not been nearly sliced in half by the four-eyed traitor, he would have felt his blood boiling. Actually, he would have dismembered the guy's hand.
It seemed like the most annoying ones had glasses.
Aizen gave a smile that was begging for a Getsuga. "That's right, Kurosaki-kun."
"Then… you killed my mother," he whispered hoarsely. The world was spinning and it was either death or unconsciousness that threatened to shut down his senses.
"No, Ichigo."
Ichigo looked up. Damn, it hurt even to move his eyes. And What did he mean by 'no'? Was there another bomb that his guy wanted to drop on him? He had too many surprises since he decided to rescue Rukia: Talking cats, becoming a cannonball, walls falling from the sky, Flower Petals of Doom...
And since when was he on first-name basis with this psychopa—
"I am your mother."
That day, Gin seriously began to question his motives in joining Aizen.
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"The day I return to the real world," Ichigo confided to Rukia as he recovered from his injuries, "I'm gonna kill geta-boushi."
Rukia smiled. "I hoped you would."
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Author's Notes:
A Star Wars homage. With a whole load of virtual hallucinogens.
"Fanartist"