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Soooo, yea... Happy New Year! I hope you enjoy and dont forget to review! Oh, and just remember that this takes place before Ichigo ever met the Espada... and that includes the Vizards. So basically, this would be around the time that he was losing his control to his inner hollow. Well, I've said enough. Enjoy and comments are welcomed )

"You've come." Aizen stated from atop his "throne".

Ichigo tried to suppress his wild emotions as he just stared straight ahead. He didn't really know how to respond, his body making it impossible for Ichigo to say anything that wasn't hostile. The idea of Aizen sitting on a "throne" and himself being before him like he was some kind of "God", felt like acid burning through his veins. He was trying his best to not shake with fury. God knows, he hated this man. But he needed this man. There was nowhere else for him. So he just continued to stare.

Aizen didn't seem to mind, and continued on, "I'm glad you made the right choice, we both know how Soul Society is. There are some rules that you must follow and some… adjustments that must be made. But first off, can I see your Bankai?"

Ichigo continued to just stare forward blankly, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn't want to do anything this man told him too. He might not like Soul Society, and he might not be completely with it, but he still had enough pride in him to not want to summit to anything Aizen told him to do. Unless he was brought to his knees and forced too, he would never obey this man. He wasn't handing himself over that easily.

"Kurosaki, Did you perhaps not hear me?" Aizen stated slowly, as if speaking to a child, "I said I would like to see your Bankai."

Ichigo still didn't answer, obeying would seem like he had lost everything completely. He was questioning why he had even come. Being unconscious in the hospital seemed like a nice place to be right now.

Aizen sighed and chided in a falsely upset way, "I guess you'll just have to learn the hard way to listen when others tell you what to do, I really wish I wouldn't have to…"

Ichigo never heard the rest of the sentence because he was soon flying into the wall. He hit it hard, the wind rushing out of him. He slumped to the ground, momentarily stunned. He got to his feet just as a sword shot into the wall, just missing his head.

Grimmjaw smiled at Ichigo, a certain wild gleam in his eyes, "Can I be the one to show him?"

Grimmjaw didn't wait for a response as he flicked his wrist. Ichigo didn't even see the sword, but he felt it as it bit into his stomach. He hadn't been ready, and all he could do was clutch at the sword that was protruding from his stomach. He felt blood as his hands got sliced heavily, but he managed to remove the sword. He clutched his now bleeding stomach as he drew his sword with the other.

Grimmjaw's smile seemed to grow, if that was possible, "That's a start. Keep it up, pussy!"

Ichigo was narrowly able to block the borage of attacks, some scraping him and leaving small cuts, some deeper. He removed his hand from his stomach to hold his sword with both hands. He took a step back, stumbling slightly as he blocked yet another attack. He wobbled in place as his wound poured out a river of blood onto the ground. He had to end this; he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

"Bankai!" Ichigo shouted.

As soon as he took a step forward with his Bankai activated, he felt a sudden warmth spread from his chest. His head seemed to want to explode from within his skull. He gripped his head in his hands, trying to make the pain stop.

"My turn!" a distorted voice seemed to vibrate from within his head.

Ichigo's shoulders slumped forward slightly as he felt his body go numb. Nothing hurt. He couldn't move his limbs, he couldn't even lift his head, but nothing hurt. Everything seemed to brighten, the colors too bright, too red. He felt this building urge to laugh, everything just seemed so funny. A warm sensation stopped his laughter right as it was about to escape. He glanced down to see what was interrupting this glorious feeling of nothing. His head tilted to the side, curious, as he saw a hand protruding from his already injured torso. He glanced behind him to see a solemn white-haired man. The man almost looked like Gin, except that he wasn't smiling… so it couldn't be. This man looked too serious.

Ichigo's vision began to waver, as he fell to the ground. Something warm pooled around him, but it didn't feel bad. Everything still seemed more alive then it had in weeks… and Ichigo found this hilarious in a way. The building laughter made its way out in the form of a throaty sound, but before Ichigo could find this humorous as well, darkness consumed him.