A/N: Glad to hear from my reviewers that they enjoyed last chapter. And the torture Ichigo was put through. Mental scars are much to endure than physical, no? Albiet, I just like writing, torture or not. As for how long this story will be, I frankly have no idea. We shall see won't we? Oh! And I finished my hours for my pharmacy tech certification! 8D Means more time to spend on writing. X3 Sorry no Ichi this chapter, I just had to update the status of everyone else. XD And I'm sorta having writers block about what to do next…herm…
"The drug is having the desired effect. He is now breaking down from supposed ghosts of his past or some such."
"Thank you for the report Octava. Proceed with the next phase after the drug runs its course. I believe it will take more than that to break his spirit to the extent I wish to achieve," he said with a small gesture of his hand. "You may leave."
Szayel bowed, "Thank you Lord Aizen." He turned with a small sweep of his hakama and left.
Lifting his head, a figure materialized out of the gloom behind his throne at the twitch of a finger.
"Ya? Whatcha need now, Aizen-sama?" The fox like ex-Shinigami was present with the telltale grin and closed eyes.
"I would like for you to check up on Kurosaki-kun's family. Make sure they are comfortable," Sosuke inclined his head to the side.
"Course, whatever ya need Aizen-sama," Gin answered, his voice holding suggestions and innuendos to spare.
The smallest hint of a smirk curled his lips as the fox swept from the room with a purposeful stride. His little playmate was very willing at any moment to satisfy his Lord's needs. As he should be.
"Hmm, looks like ya are thinking of a plan ta get out."
Isshin was sitting in a corner of his cell, an arm around each of his daughters as he glared hatefully at Gin. "Where is my son?" He demanded, the tone of his voice sharp as the other man's blade.
"He's bein' taught a lesson fer talkin' back ta Lord Aizen," Gin replied, his grin widening a bit. "Little brat shoulda known better, but then he is sorta thick headed."
Knowing better than to rise to such bait, he kept his silence while staring at the traitor shinigami. How the hell was he going to get them out of this? He sure as hell didn't know where his son was, the cell suppressed his reiatsu as well as the collar around his neck. Yuzu and Karin sported similar collars but they were still asleep thankfully. The longer they slept the safer they would be in their dreams.
"I was thinkin' that since yer here ya might as well be put ta good use."
A fierce scowl on his face that rivaled his son's, Isshin shifted. "And what ideas would you have."
"Also think that those girls might be some use too. Heard that the black haired one managed to hit Cuarta," he nodded his appreciation for the feat. It was hard to put anything past the pale skinned arrancar with his analytical ways. "Anywho, I'm just supposed ta feed ya now. But just wait til later." Chuckling to himself, he nudged a try that was piled with food. True, they were prisoners, but Aizen didn't make it a habit to starve his captives. The better condition he kept them in the longer he could do what he wished with them.
Leaving them to their meal, he hummed to himself and went to tell Aizen his idea for the trio.
"Can't believe that little bitch hit you." Grimmjow said, laughing his ass off at the small cut on Ulquiorra's face.
"I did not expect the girl to react so quickly," the smaller male stated, his voice neutral. The cut would heal without a scar but it wouldn't heal faster than the normal rate. Something to do with the small amount of spiritual pressure she had added. Odd.
"Whatever, I like her." Still chuckling, he calmed down enough to just grin. Until he sensed someone approaching and grimaced. "Shit, spoon head is coming! He's gonna try and rape me again.." Grumbling, his eyes widened when he felt cool lips pressed against his own.
Just as confused cerulean orbs closed, the door opened with a crash. There was a pause followed by a menacing growl. "The hell you doing Ulquiorra?! Grimmjow's going to be my pet, not yours," Nnoitra said, anger radiating off him in waves.
As if ignoring the newcomer, Ulquiorra didn't pull away for a few more moments and then stared impassively at the tall male. "As you can see I am claiming him. If you try to take him I will kill you, I am higher ranked and I will win Quinta."
Fuming, Nnoitra hissed before storming from the room and blasting three of his fraccion as well as seven walls to vent his frustration. With the Cuarta in the way, it would be harder than ever to get the kitty. He needed a plan.
A/N: Yay mini subplot! =] I figured I needed to update this so yeah…dun kill meh pleaz! 8S