How long has it been?

The young captain stared through the only window of his cell.

How long has it been since Aizen retreated from the winter war, and taken him back with him?

His cell was always dark and cold. Although that's what he usually preferred, it was different. It was lonely dark and cold. The moonlight shining through the window was his only source of light in the nights of Hueco Munco. The young captain tried to sit up on his hard bed, but fell back in sudden pain. He turned to face the wall he had originally used to keep count of the days that passed, engraving the lines with his now dull zanpouktou, but gave up after exactly 30 days. He pulled over his haori, or what was left of it, and used it as a blanket to keep himself warm. His body was covered in wounds and gashes from head to toe. It was a miracle he was living. The boy often wondered if Soul Society had even tried to search for him, or had just thought he was dead.

I wonder what everyone is doing now...

His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of his cell door opening.

"Yo, lil' captain!"

Ichimaru Gin.

"Aizen wants to see ya." The tall man carried the small boy over his shoulder. Toushiro didn't resist. After the first time he had tried, he ended up with many cut wounds.

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After what seemed like hours of walking, they finally arrived in the room where Aizen was waiting. Without saying a word, the large man stood up from his throne and walked towards the white-haired boy. He lifted him up and held him by his neck, only to say:

"Be prepared."

For what..?

Before Toushiro could say anything, Aizen forcefully pushed an orb that looked similar to the Hogyoku into his chest. The boy knew there was pain, but he couldn't feel it. His body was completely numb. Only after a few seconds did his body seem to feel it all at once.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

PAIN.

He let out a scream that could be heard all across Las Noches, before finally falling to the ground unconscious. His zanpouktou in Gin's hands shattered into many shards – along with his own memories.

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My first story! Please review : )
And yes, I do realize that there's a lot of stories like this, but I couldn't find one that was what I was looking for or was complete.
And to answer someone's question, I most likely will not put big obvious pairings, just slight hints of them :S