A/N: OKAY! Finals are now officially over so I apologize profusely for this being so long in coming. I really do love you all and I wasn't withholding this chapter just because I'm some sick fuck. Well, Aizen is a sick fuck (and not the only one in Bleach ya feel me?) but I digress. So I do hope you all will take this longer chapter as my apology. I am also getting over my illness, I still haven't foggiest idea what the hell it is, but I still have quite the cough. It might even rival Ukitake Juushirou-san's!

"Mmph!" Upon trying to voice his disgruntled usual morning reply, he found he couldn't More specifically because there was something across his mouth that prevented him from doing so. As he wiggled about and tried to moved his limbs, Ichigo cried out more insistently when his actions only proved he couldn't. Carmel coffee eyes wide with confusion, he glanced around and only saw white before his last memories of being awake washed over his mind.

Shit. He was in seriously deep shit.

Eyes flicking about him, he took in his surroundings and noted that the only color was white, white walls, and judging by the softness against his back he was laying bound on a bed. He looked up and around only to find there wasn't a single window in his room so he couldn't tell whether it was night or day. But then, how could he when the sky of Hueco Mundo were pitch black and unwavering in its hue.

He was alone in his cell, what else could it be than a means to imprison him?, and a frantic thought for his family tore through any other worries he might have had until then. Where the hell was his family? He highly doubted that they had been left alone while he was taken but on could only hope. Unless he was faced with seeing them here, he could just think happy thoughts concerning them. Otherwise he might go mad with worry.

Groaning with frustration, he tried to tear at the gag with his teeth and was dismayed but not surprised when it didn't yield. After all, it must be some tough stuff to contain his reiatsu.

"Comfortable Kurosaki?"

The snide remark came from somewhere on his left. Maneuvering his head, the teenager was barely able to see a shock of blue at the corners of his vision. A growl rumbled deep in his throat.

That bastard!

"Heh, knew you'd be happy ta see me. Too bad yer beauty sleep is over with now since Aizen-sama," Grimmjow spat out the honorary suffix with disdain before continuing, "wants ta see ya." He entered the cell, the door of granite-like substance slid open and the slot he'd been speaking through was closed. A grin of nearly insane like proportions was on his thin lips as he grabbed the substitute shinigami and unceremoniously dropped him on his shoulder. "Can't wait ta see what 's gonna happen ta ya… bets its gonna be fun."

Protesting at the rough treatment, Ichigo's angry words fell on deaf ears. Not that they sounded like words anyway, growling and gurgling was all that could be heard from him.

The journey was a short one, surprisingly so, since the hallways of Las Noches had always been a never ending maze each time he walked them. Snorting, he flicked ice blue strands out of his face. That freaky fox face musta sorted it out so the trip would be shorter, the Sexta thought to himself. Each step echoed off the plain walls with the bitch on his shoulder settling down into a sullen silence. All the better. He'd hear more of his screams later.

As he approached the doors to the throne room, they opened and he walked inside. His movements were haughty and sure of himself as the Espada crossed the floor to place the limp boy on the ground in front of his so called Lord. Bowing his head stiffly, he dutifully took his place in the circle of smaller thrones the completed the circular structure of the room.

Calculating brown orbs locked onto the still form as he said the release phrase for the bindings, the orange haired boy's hands remaining bound behind his back.

"I trust you're quarters are comfortable?" Aizen inquired, his voice ever so polite as he regarded the now moving male.

He got to his feet shakily, the blood flow gradually returning to his unused limbs. Wincing, the pins and needles were annoying but he had more pressing matters to deal with. Like why the hell was he here. "Why the fuck did you bring me here?"

A flattening of his lips showed his displeasure of such profanity but since the boy didn't know what was expected of him, he would let it slide this once. The next time he wouldn't be so gracious. "I will not have such crude language spoken in my presence. I will not punish you this time but the next time will not result in something pleasant."

"Fuck you," Ichigo growled and glared fiery daggers of hatred at him. "Why did you bring me here damn it!"

"Tut, tut. I warned you." A smile curved his lips as he unleashed his spiritual pressure on the young man, not bothering to keep it confined to him. He was pleased when he muted gasps from his Espada who surrounded and kept watch over the whole scene.

Falling to his knees, he tried to breathe in but the pressure was crushing him. The collar he wore restrained his only means of contradicting this onslaught of power and without it he was left flopping like a fish out of water to find a means to live. His vision started to go black and only then did he feel the pressure lessen before dissipating as quickly as it had come.

"Have you learned your lesson? If you disobey again you force my hand and I do not wish to cause your family harm simply because you are insolent. I believe you wouldn't want that either."

His head snapped up, honeyed chocolate hues wide with terror. "My-my family!?" He croaked with fear with, the words were strained as he realized that those he loved had been brought with him. Ichigo knew that if his family was here then this man had a means to control him, not that he couldn't already. His father and sisters were insurance, just in case he got any ideas. Those ideas would be squashed flat with the threat to harm his family.

"Why yes, I had the brought along as well. I kept them separate from you so you wouldn't try anything which would have happened had I not." With a flick of a finger, the door opened again and three figures were lead into the chamber.

"Ichi-nii!" Yuzu cried, albeit softly, as tears ran down her cheeks. She was confused and scared beyond reason, she didn't know where she was or who these people were. She only knew this was bad. Very bad. Karin stared stonily ahead, walking with quiet dignity as she held her sister. Isshin for once looked drained, his face drawn tight with quiet resignation for the moment. He could see no way out of this without them all dying immediately and if anything, he would do his best to keep them alive for as long as he could. Whatever it took. He was their father and it was his duty as one to protect his young from harm.

It looked like he had failed at the last.

Ichigo turned to face Aizen and snarled. "My family has nothing to do with this! Leave them be."

He shook his head and motioned for the two girls and the man to be taken from the room. "I can't do that. I need to have them so you won't do anything brash. Such as trying to break out for example. But I can see that you still need to be taught some manners."

Snapping his fingers, a man appeared at his side. "Octava, take Ichigo and teach him will you?"

Bowing, he raised his head and meticulously made sure each pink hair was in its proper place before replying. "Of course Lord Aizen. It will be my personal pleasure." Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Szayel stared down at the defiant boy.

A/N: Damn! I surprised myself a little at how that went but I still squeezed in what I wanted. Like my little cliffy? I wanted to play with Szayel ever since I started this and I finally got him in. The next chapter is going to be quite…Szayel-ish. Oh! And 'Dude Looks Like A Lady' by Aerosmith came on right when I began to write him in too… Good timing? I think so.