A/N I know…another fic by me. Worry not I am updating just about everything today and tomorrow. I needed to get this out of my head or I wouldn't be able to focus.

This is a it up in the air. Rape, dark, torture, smut. All the good stuff. Pairings..hazy at this moment in time. This is right up to the most recent chapter though. Chapter 401 So read that before anything else.

Chapter 1

"Pay attention Sosuke," A terrible pull at his hair.

He said nothing. He never did. At first maybe he had. But now he only spoke one sentence. Every time he saw her, when she came in his cell to heal him.

"Where is Gin?"

Never once had she answered him. No once. She looked at him with pity in her eyes but never speaking. Maybe her words would betray her, the tone of her voice. Or maybe it was against her orders to do so. Leave him wondering. If Gin was still alive he may gain his will power, give him hope to live on, to save his second. If Gin was dead then he would lose all hope and will to go on.

And they wanted him alive to suffer on.

But if he didn't know where Gin was. Then he would be left to wonder if his ever loyal second was alive or dead. Left to worry, not knowing if life was worth living or dying. Never to know what his fox's fate was.

So cruel.

His beloved blade Kyōka Suigetsu. Where was his moon princess? With this collar around his neck he couldn't contact her or feel her. She was sealed away somewhere.

Damn that Urahara Kisuke. They had ripped the Hōgyoku right out of his chest. The searing pain in that act distracted him long enough to end it all. And Gin, instead of fleeing as Aizen had advised, caught him instead, as he fell to the ground. Only to be so quickly defeated by Urahara and Isshin.

He grunted in pain as his hair was pulled on again.

And that damn old man. The last thing he had done before his end was reinstate the Central forty six. Just as vile and corrupt as the last bunch. Without a Head Captain at the time of his capture things fell into corruption very quickly.

He and Gin were not executed as all expected. But to be broken and rebuilt into what they wanted. A child prodigy and a once respected captain. To valuable to destroy.

Not to be locked away in the maggots nest. No a hell far worse then that. To be beaten and used in anyway. Anyway.

How many days had it been? Years? Had it been years yet? He truly didn't know. There was no way to know. There were no windows in his cell. No light except when someone came with a lantern to hurt him. Or when Unohana came to heal him. And she wouldn't speak to him.

Oh, the faces of the captains when they had all been told that he got to live and what was to be done to him. You could have heard the jaws dropping to the floor. There were a few things he did know, Shunsui was the new head captain. He had to be. The old man was dead. And Ukitake had been killed by Wonderweiss. Unohana was clearly the healer captain still. He also knew that the Visords had been allowed to stay. Retake captains positions. Hiyori had not made it.

Hirako had told him that. Speaking of Hirako..

That horrid man's voice grunted above him. Spilling his vile seed inside him. The Visord laughed above him softly. "Just like old times when you were my fuko-taichou, remember?"

He never answered. Not anymore. He was no stronger then a human at the moment. He couldn't fight back…but he wouldn't give in to such comments. Ever.

There was a rustling of fabric as his former captain made more pointless statements before leaving him.

Aizen sighed once alone. Falling onto his side. His whole body ached. It felt dirty and used. He was thankful that Hirako was the only one that he knew personally that felt the need to do this. There were many of course. Vile Central forty six member random lowly shinigami from random squads. Mayuri came once or twice.

He was slightly surprised that Hinamori hadn't come…but then he had to wonder if she was even still alive.

It was a sad day when his thoughts strayed to that girl for comfort.

The one thing he could cling to was that he was alive. And all was not lost yet. Not yet.

Going through the motions of each day without thought made things easier. But if her mind did begin to think she wanted to just scream. She was breaking. They were all so helpless clutched in the grip of the central forty six. Had it always been like this? Maybe it had…and they had been ignorant to it. But with Aizen's rebelling shattering the pretty picture before their eyes one could only look at the cold truth ahead of them.

It was heartbreaking to see her dear friend struggle through his new duties as head captain. Powerless against this new reign of the Central forty six members.

She ran her fingers along the emerald colored sword sheath, along the green handle. How this blade cried for her master. She held it to her chest. Tears threatening to come. She didn't want to think about this blades master. What was happening in the shadows of their home.

Sosuke…

Why had it come to this?

She'd rather see him dead then like this. His dark eyes once kind and fatherly, then cold and defiant and now…dead and empty. But not hopeless. His voice cracking when he asked her that same question. His body lost it's lean form. Now thin and sickly. His skin pale almost like fragile glass.

Tempted…oh tempted she was to slit his throat when she came in. Save him from the pain. Telling him the info he longed for. That Gin was alive.

Yes. Gin was alive. Not quite going through the Hell that Sosuke was but similar. He wasn't being used to such an extent. But he was being tortured. So viciously tortured. But he was far from being broken. Not when he knew Sosuke was alive somewhere.

"Retsu?" A familiar blonde came in. He frowned at her when she saw the blade in her hands. "Put that away Retsu.." he said sternly.

"Kisuke," she said softly. The blade still pressed against her chest. "He doesn't deserve this,"

Urahara walked into her office the thirteenth division numbers on the back of his coat. Heavy numbers to wear.. "You are right…no one deserves that…" he sighed. "There are days that I think that Aizen is right. What he was trying to do….it might have been right just the steps in taking them.. those were all wrong"

She looked up at him. "You haven't seen him Kisuke…" she said quietly.

"No," he admitted. "But I have heard what Mayuri is doing to Ichimaru," a slight bit of disgust in his voice.

She shook her head standing up at last placing the blade back in the cabinet behind her, right next to Shinso. She shut it carefully locking it tight.

"I wish…I just wish," she turned back to look at Kisuke. "That you had never created that damn thing."

He crossed his arms. "I wish that everyday. You think I don't regret what has happened? But you're out of your mind Retsu, if you don't think that he would have found another way to do all this,"

"If Sosuke had won what do you think life would be like now?" she asked softly.

"I try not to think about it" the blonde admitted. He sighed. "Because there is a chance….things might be better. And I hate to think so many died for the wrong cause,"

She bowed her head. Yes. But that was living in denial with the thought that you had done the right thing…when in the end you know you hadn't. There was a lot of blood on the hands of Soul Society. The Quincy boy and part Hollow boy, Chad. They had been killed. Requested to be killed by Squad two, Soi Fon herself had ended those two boys lives. You could see it in her cold gray eyes the regret of doing such a thing. That girl's pins, destroyed. And the substitute shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo…under the strictest watch.

If Sosuke had just come to her when he had been a captain, with these thoughts on Soul Society. She knew she would've listened. That she would have set him in the right direction where they could go about things and fix things. So he didn't have to lower himself with the Hollows. Maybe that way, many didn't have to die.

Tousen, Ukitake, Hiyori, Yamamoto. The Quincy, the human boy, And with these deaths…so many shattered hearts. There was a dark cloud hanging over their lives. It wasn't a secret what was going on to the prisoners in the shadows.

Some more vocal about their dislike then others. Kenpachi of course was one. The noble Kuchiki was another, surprisingly.

But what could they do in the end?

She looked at Kisuke sadly. The coat's weight clearly heavy. The shoes to fill very large.

The blonde looked back at her. The right thing to do…it didn't seem clear anymore…

"In the depths of Soul Society lies Aizen Sosuke"

That was what Rukia had told him. Among other things. Chad. Uryu. Orihime… all victims of the shinigami whom they had risked their lives to help.

Aizen had once asked him why he was fighting for Soul Society after he had rescued Orihime. At the time it seemed like a stupid question. Because he needed to save his town. Aizen was going to kill everyone.

But after these long years he grown a little wiser. There had to be a reason for such madness.

Rukia at last after three years had returned to the human world and told him all she knew. He had been stunned. She spoke with such sadness, apologizing saying she hadn't known. His next stop had been to question Orihime asking if it was true, had her pins been destroyed by Soul Society and not just broke on their own. She sadly agreed.

So there was only one thing to do. Soul Society would answer for these crimes. They would deny it. Rukia told him there was only one thing to do…Question the man himself. Why had he done what he had done? Why? It was him that had pulled the strings and set everything in motion. Made Ichigo what he was.

Rukia had taken him into Soul Society and led him to where Aizen was being held. "This is where Nii-sama says this is where they keep him. Anyone can see him." She looked up at him a little nervously. "Whatever happens in there, I do not blame you. I am always your ally,"

Ichigo nodded to her. Mixed meanings in her words. Was he going to kill the man in there after he heard what Aizen had to say? He would just have to wait and find out. He handed his Zanpakutō to the guard. There he was led down several stairs and endless halls with twists and turns. Endless twists and turns. At last they stopped in front of a single cell, the shinigami unlocked the door for him, leaving Ichigo to do whatever he felt like it seemed.

Taking a deep breath Ichigo stepped into the cell. He swallowed a bit at what he saw. Thin. A thin shell of a man he had once fought against. Covering him was a thin looking kimono. There was nothing in this cell, no bed no mirror no light. Nothing. His eyes strayed back to the man who was slowly sitting up. Messy brown hair. A bit dirty. A pale face turned to look at him.

Surprising that arrogance could still be seen on his face after all of this. But his eyes that Ichigo had seen up close once filled with determination and passion were nothing but dull orbs shadows of a man that once took town the Gotei Thirteen single handedly.

"Kurosaki Ichigo…" A voice horse and cracked a bit for no use.

Ichigo nodded not taking a step closer.

"So talk. Tell me everything."