Prologue:

Anew Reality is Born

Ichimaru Gin entered his large sanitized room battered and bleeding. As he let the heavy door close behind himself he looked to his bed and froze. His eyes widened as he looked on at his large, rarely used bed. He was utterly exhausted from the strain of being beaten and raped by his once beloved leader Aizen Sousuke. It had to be. He could not believe his eyes and ears, seeing his former lover lay across his bed stark naked and softly breathing in and out. Gin slowly limped to the side of the bed, wary of the sight. He could no longer sense what were Aizen's games and what was reality. His heart ached at the innocent youth on his white bed, peacefully asleep. Or was he even asleep? Had Aizen felt sorry for all he had done to Ichimaru and sought to repent by bringing him his lover? The albino man leaned ever so slightly over the blond youth and hesitantly graced his sore, reddened fingers across the younger man's creamy cheek.

"… Izuru…" Ichimaru whispered in a barely audible voice that shook in its tone slightly. Gin let his eyes dance over the youth's body as he swallowed heavily. Kira Izuru was lying on his stomach, his head toward the footing of the white silk sheets on the bed, his hands nestled close to his chin. His hair had grown roughly three inches since their last encounter in the false Karakura Town and his flesh seemed slightly paler then before. He was breathing calmly for having shown up in an odd place. Gin caressed his once subordinate's cheek fully, realizing that it was not sleep, but a deep unconsciousness that held him in this calmed state. The elder man began to panic slightly for Izuru. If he had not laid himself there in Ichimaru's bed then-

"Has your injuries healed enough for you to be walking about so freely, Gin-chan?" Gin's head snapped to his right, his eyes stained onto Sousuke as the brown-haired man sat with his left leg crossed over his right, arrogantly laid back against the lush silk den chair in the corner of the room. His right wrist under his chin propped up his head, a knowing smile lacing it's way on his plump lips. Slowly with making every move known Aizen got up from the chair; first he unwound his left leg from its place on his right, then he placed both of his hands on the arms of the large den chair and as agonizingly slow as he could he pushed himself up. Ichimaru stared, the thoughts and memories of pain whipping at his tired mind already as his no longer adored leader moved closer.

"Ai… Aizen-s-sama, I-"

"Should be thinking of fetching the new attire I had made for the youth." Aizen gestured to the white ivory dresser that had a neatly folded uniform set upon its smooth surface along with a pair of knee high black boots with a white lining. Gin gave a puzzled glance to Sousuke as his elder placed a hand over Kira's smooth forehead and whispered something that Gin had no chance of hearing. Aizen leaned over the youth, his lips only inches from the pink tinted shell of the youth's ear. "Time to get up and say hello to someone whom has missed your company dearly, Kira-kun."

Sousuke pulled back as Izuru's clouded mind cleared so he could regested the words-and who exactly had spoken them. With panic in tow Kira's blue eyes shot open and he jerked himself up and further up on the silk covered bed. Aizen merely chuckled as he turned to take the uniform and boots Ichimaru had been commanded to get. Gin's face no longer the mocking smile, but a drained forlorn look adorned his pale, bruied and scratched face. He dared a hurried glance to the frightened youth that had clambered as far back on the king bed as possible, his back pressed to the ivory headboard.

"Wh-wh-where am I!? H-how can I be… Be here? I, y-you..! How did..?" Kira's mind blanked and his heart constricted. He had no prior recollection of how he wound up in this foreign place. The last he recalled he had been on duty in Karakura with Renji. It had been quiet for a while since the last engagement of battle in the drawn-out war and the two had simply been assigned to Karakura together as a personal request, on both sides.

Aizen held the new clothing in front of Kira's terror ridden eyes, gesturing softly for him to take them. Izuru paused realizing he was in fact completely naked, his shihakushou gone along with his zanpakutou Wabisuke. He looked at himself then to the clothes his enemy of enemies was kindly gesturing for him to take. Kira swallowed as he looked to Gin, his former lover and saw how fearfull he was as he looked down and slightly clenched his fists, his body and clothing in no fit condition. Izuru knew when he was utterly helpless and this was the one that topped them all. He looked to the clothing and finally took the heap and boots, quickly jerking them back to himself, as if they had been on a booby-trap of sorts.

"I hope you do not mind, but I had Zhander measure you while you were… sleeping and prepare clothing that fitted you and your style. At least from what it use to be. I hadn't the time to go in depth on your personal style as of late. Then I thought it best to have brought you here, Kira-kun. If not for my amusement, then for the sake of Gin-chan's sanity, at the least." Aizen was more mocking then Ichimaru could ever have been. His charming smile a vile lie, his soft, caring gestures a grotesque slap across your eyes.

Kira wanted to wail on him, the man that took his old lover and then now has taken him from his new lover and thrust him into an obscure realm he knew little about. Was he even in the Hueco Mundo? Or was he in some place he had no clue how to survive in? Of course he was in such a place, he thought bitterly as he spared a pained glance to Gin. The man that had once kept his head high and smile in place, now had his head hung low, his lip torn in the lower left corner, his shoulders lay in defeat and his body pressed on his right, showing his left hurt to stand on and scratches and deep bruises all around his body. Kira pulled the heap of cloth and leather to his nude chest and stomach, feeling his gut retch.

"Feel free to dress at your leisure, Kira-kun." Aizen said as he turned to leave pausing to eye Gin whom kept his gaze on the smooth marble flooring. "Or not, if Gin is healed enough to partake in such activities. Dinner will be served in a few hours, if you both choose to come. It is not expected of either of you… tonight, anyway." Sousuke finished his sentence and then left, softly clicking the door closed behind him, leaving the two broken lovers to their own, sad lives for the night.


I hope the first chapter is well received. I have had this one in my head for a few weeks now, along with another that has Kira Izuru + Kuchiki Byakuya (which will be another story, separate from this one).

I sort of hate making Aizen so bad all the time, but it's how it seems to work out in my stories/head.

LOL