Even thought Kisuke Urahara had given him several warnings, Ishida kept going to the club, spying on Ichigo, watching him as he sang and played on stage.

Try as Ishida might, he couldn't get anywhere near the fiery boy, his advances being blocked by the pesky club owner.

Not that Urahara had to put much effort into it, since Ichigo only left to safety of the stage to go straight to the bar/concession area, where he sat protected by the biggest man Ishida had ever seen.

Ishida could almost growl in frustration, having wasted almost five days sitting in the back of this club.

Even though Ishida had done everything he could think of, he couldn't seem to find anything on Urahara or his mysterious club, 'Shinigami Ojii', meaning literally, 'Death god Prince.'

The only things he could find out were simple and stupid.

1.) Urahara Kisuke was nick-named 'Hat-n-Clogs' because it was the most distinguishing thing about him.

2.) Everyone who worked in the club was legally adopted by Urahara, or at one time was.

Everything else about the club was shrouded in secrets.

Ishida chose to venture closer to the stage, sitting at one of the only empty tables left.

Ishida rolled his eyes as the girl at the table next to him checked him out, her eyes wandering over his supple body.

The girl scooted her chair over, trying to draw Ishida's attention to her.

'So,' she said, voice annoyingly sweet, 'is this your first time at Shinigami Ojii? Great club, isn't it?'

Ishida fought the urge to tell the girl to shove off, instead deciding that she might be able to give him a little information on the club.

Ishida forced a gentle, slightly shy smile onto his face, receiving the result he wanted as the girl giggles, her face flushing.

Ishida bit his lip before nodding slightly, doing his best to look innocent.

'A friend of mine told me to come here, she said it was a really cool place.' he said, voice soft and sweet.

The girl smiled at him, eyes warming to the seemingly shy boy.

'Yeah, she said, but this is nothing to what it was a year ago.' She said before her eyes widened, hands clasping over her mouth, as though she had just said something she shouldn't have.

Ishida looked at her intently, letting the question flicker over his face, 'Why did it change? How'd it change? It's a great club.'

The girl removed her hands, looking guiltily around the club, making sure that no one was near enough to hear their conversation.

She leaned into Ishida, face guarded. 'I can't tell you everything HERE, but I can tell you that a little over a year ago, Ichigo was kid-napped. Everyone says he was raped. Since he was gone for over a month, people began to assume he was dead, but a friend of mine was here when he came back, she told me that he looked half dead.'

Ishida let his eyes widen, his gaze falling to the man on the stage, never would he have imagined that the man up there, the man with eyes like that, could ever have been taken like that.

He looked at the girl, letting his eyes plead with her to tell him the whole story.

The girl looked hesitant, but she placed a hand on Ishida's arm, pulling him closer.

'If you want me to tell you the rest, we have to leave here. If anyone finds out that I told someone, the clubs going to be closed down.'

Ishida just stood, motioning her to the exit, waiting for her to follow him outside.

As they left, Ishida couldn't help but look at the man on stage, wondering what horrors were hidden behind his scowl.

---------------------- Scene and time change.

They ended up going to the girl's apartment, which was close to the club.

Ishida looked around the quaint place, taking in everything.

The girl, named Elisa, put out two cans of Dr. Pepper, popping the tabs.

Ishida sat at her kitchen table, mind racing, wanting to know everything.

Elisa sighed, rubbing her face.

'Do you really want to know?' she asked.

Ishida nodded.

'. . . Alright, if you insist.'

Ishida settled back into his chair, getting comfortable.

Elisa sighed again. 'It was over a year ago that it happened. One day Ichigo went out to get some materials from a friend for a painting he was doing, but he didn't come back. Everyone was real lax about it a first, but then Urahara got worried. For almost a month everyone looked for him, doing everything they could to find him. Over time, though, people began to assume her was dead. My friend, Bethany, was here when he came back. The way she described it though. . . '

The girl shook her head, eyes haunted.

'What?' Ishida questioned, too into the story to keep his face straight.

Elisa just closed her eyes, shaking her head. 'She told me exactly how it had happened;

Ichigo had walked through the door, body ravaged, eyes haunted. He had scanned the room, looking for Urahara. When Urahara saw Ichigo, he ran to him, face unreadable.

As soon as Urahara reached him, Ichigo collapsed, his face falling apart, a frail whimper falling from his throat.

Urahara just held him as he cried, not even bothering to make everyone leave, too invested in Ichigo's well-fare.

Since Bethany was really close to them, she could hear Ichigo as he kept repeating 'Couldn't find day 3. . . Couldn't find day 26. Found the others couldn't find those. Couldn't find them. '

After almost ten minutes, Urahara lifted Ichigo into his arms, carrying him to the back room.

Bethany told me that even more that his ravaged body, his eyes seared her.

Before it happened, they held a warm fire; just enough to make his eyes bright, but not enough to burn.

Now, though they held a fire as hot as the sun, but his eyes were cold, like hard steel.

Afterward, he was violent. Don't get me wrong, he was always one to brawl, but it was different.

After he came back, he fought everyone, even Urahara.

He was like a caged animal.

And he didn't dance anymore.

Before it happened, he would dance for the club, he would even pick someone from the crowd to dance with him if he was in a good mood.

But not now. Now he stays as far away from everyone as he can. Only venturing to the outside to get things he needs, like clothes and art supplies.

That's another thing; he doesn't show his art to anyone but those he holds closest.

Like Chad, Orihime, Hana, Urahara, and a few of the other employees.

I wish you had met him before. He was like a god of life. Now he's a god of death.'

Her eyes went from sad to bright, though as she jumped up from her seat, startling Ishida.

'I just thought of something! 'She said voice happy.

She left the room and went into another one.

She came back holding a disc.

'Come here.' She said voice soft.

Ishida went into the Living room with her, sitting on her couch as she loaded the disc to his DVD player.

As the disc loaded, she turned to face Ishida, her face solemn.

'This is Ichigo before it happened. I got this from Bethany before she killed herself.'

Ishida let his eyes widen, kill herself? Why?

The question must have showed on his face because Elisa said, 'She couldn't take that look in his eyes. The innocence he had lost.'

The disc loaded fully and music began to play.

Ishida looked at the screen and he felt his jaw drop;

And the screen was a smiling Ichigo, about fourteen, dancing to a fast paced song I the middle of a large room.

The Ichigo on the screen looked as different from the one Ishida saw at the club that he didn't even really believe they were the same person.

The hair, and facial features were the same, but his eyes were light and warm, smiling and vibrant. His body was well developed, but it wasn't as intimidating as it was now, it lacked the muscle mass.

Ishida was beside himself with shock, had someone wanted to kill him, they could easily do it as he stared slack-jawed at the screen as a happy Ichigo scowled shyly at the camera, but kept dancing anyway, his face bright with sweat and a inner light.

Elisa paused the disc as Ichigo flashed a dazzling smile to the camera, another song starting, this time it was 'Into the night', by Santana Feat. Chad Krueger.

Ishida was shaken from his stupor, his eyes wide as he stared at Elisa, not wanting to believe that this was the Ichigo that sang in the club now. That this vibrant boy could turn into something so . . . dark.

Elisa just nodded, taking the disc out of the DVD player, putting it into a case and handing it to Ishida.

Ishida was stunned; he hadn't expected her to just GIVE him a copy of something that was obviously close to her.

'Everyone thinks it was Sosuke Aizen that did it to him. Right after he came home, news of the group leader's death was heard everywhere. No one who saw him that day as any doubt that Ichigo had killed the people who did that to him. It was in his eyes. I hope that you can find something out. Lord knows I tried and failed.'

Ishida just nodded, getting up from the couch and walking out the door, already knowing what he was going to do.

Whoever had taken Ichigo had recorded it. That was what Ichigo had been talking about. He would find those missing tapes.

He would search everywhere.

Then he would make the people who did those things to him pay.

Yes, they would pay for hurting what was his, even if they didn't know it yet.

---------------END

Sorry this chapter sucked, I just needed to advance the story!

Next chapter will be GRAPIC.

Don't read if you don't want to be slightly damaged.

I warned you!

Please review. I love to read them!

'Bandon