Ichigo almost felt glad that Aizen had just been teasing him. Usually teasing would send him into bouts of rage. But Ichigo would do damn near anything to keep that man away from him.
However, that's the only part of his situation that improved. Still chained to the wall, his arms finally having gone numb. The shinigami also discovered an unknown number of gashes on his stomach. Or at least in that area. It wasn't like he could check.
Ichigo's head snapped up towards the door. He could of swornhe heard footsteps...
His thoughts were confirmed when an all too familiar face opened the door. Black hair, teardrop marks, and an unchanging stare. The 4th Espada, Ulquiorra. Ichigo scowled. In his weakened state, Ulquiorra's reiatsu made him nervous.
Ichigo found himself focused on the person behind Ulquiorra. What arrancar had hair almost the same color as him?
"O-Orihime!"
"Ichigo!" Orihime popped up from behind Ulquiorra, Ichigo didn't remember her being that short. She stepped forward once, only to gain a stare for Ulquiorra. It was still an emotionless stare, but Orihime had been here long enough to know. She stopped still, looking as nervous as Ichigo had.
"She'll be here to heal your wounds and nothing more." Ulquiorra turned his gaze to Ichigo, allowing Orihime to go to the orange haired boy.
Orihime looked horrified and worried at Ichigo's wounds, but he shot her a reassuring stare.
It seemed to take forever for her to heal Ichigo's wounds. She could probably fix each of his arms in seconds. The chest wounds were understandable due to Ichigo's inability to move freely. But even so, Ulquiorra noticed her slowness.
"..hmm."
A small hum. Ichigo flinched. Not from that, but from how much Orihime flinched. It seemed that a hum was Ulquiorra-ese for 'Move it'.
"I-I'm done." Orihime slowly got up, watching Ichigo closely with forlorn eyes. Ulquiorra snatched her arm, giving a harsh tug. Ichigo gave Orihime a determined look, assuring her again, as if saying "Don't worry, go."
Again he was alone in the painfully plain, white room.
"Ahhh, that's the fight 'tween Itchy-go and Grimmjow ain't it? The second one, I mean." Gin tilted his head, smiling at the brown-haired man.
Aizen had been watching the battle between Ichigo and Grimmjow on the same screens he viewed when Ulquiorra crushed his eye. Although, through the whole fight, Aizen was reminded over and over just how much punishment the sixth Espada would get.
"Yes, yes it is Gin."
"Aww, now lookit' that! You're al' focused on Itchy-go and ignorin' me!" Gin pouted, making several exaggerated gestures with his hands.
"There's still Tosen to bother."
"He's al' rapt up wit' that Wonderwice kid."
"There, there, Gin. I promise I'll get you a playmate. In fact, you can have our little princess. Just don't play with her like you did with Kurosaki." Aizen snapped his fingers, the screens disappearing. He left the room with a very giddy Gin, who ran off towards Orihime's room.
It was time to visit his little shinigami.