A/N: Alright, thanks to everyone for reading! :) You guys make me so happy!

This is Day 6 part 2, because last chapter was day 3 part 2 and days 4 and 5. Does that make any sense? No, probably not. But that doesn't matter! I can do whatever I want!

I have to thank Safuuru for the idea that both this chapter and the next chapter use. So, thank you, Safuuru,for the idea.

Current Poll Results: (Note: The way the poll won't decide right now whether or not I will write the lemon; it won't decide anything until a later chapter.)

Hell yea: 10 votes (There was one person who voted in a review instead of on my profile, so if you go to vote, you'll see that there's only 9 votes on there. But I didn't add an extra one.)

Yes: 4 votes

No: 1 vote

Hell no: 0 votes

Maybe: 0 votes

Maybe not: 0 votes

Thank you to all who have voted, reviewed, subscribed, favorited, and read this story. You are the people who inspire me to write, so thanks.

~M.M.


Day 6 Part 2

"I thought I just told you, Kurosaki-kun." Aizen said, but Ichigo couldn't hear him. He was too busy drowning himself in anger.

"Y-you seriously just-" Ichigo's throat suddenly felt even drier than usual. He clapped a hand over his mouth and tried to stifle his coughs, but he couldn't.

Aizen waited patiently through Ichigo's coughing fit. He observed the teenage arrancar that lay on the metal table before him. He was more muscular than he had been when he was just a Substitute Soul Reaper, and his orange hair was still spiky at the top but now fell to his waist. His mask fragment was on the left side of his face, and covered his forehead. There was really only one distinguishing figure besides the three red lines - a huge horn that was about twelve inches from base to tip.

Ichigo's eyes were the same shape, but the sclera had become black. Aizen was happy to see that Ichigo's irises were still the chocolate brown that he loved.

Ichigo was still curled into a ball on his side, so his manhood was covered, but his behind was on display for all of the Espada to see.

"Ulquiorra, please get me something to cover Kurosaki-kun with." Aizen ordered while still staring at Ichigo. From his peripheral vision, Aizen saw Ulquiorra bow once and then disappear with sonido.

Ulquiorra reappeared a second later, with a black bed-sheet in hand. He handed it to Aizen and then backed away to stand in line with his fellow arrancar.

Aizen draped the sheet over Ichigo's shaking form and had to hold back a scowl when Ichigo flinched away. The object of his affection was still afraid of him. Great.

"Leave us." Aizen commanded softly to the entire room.

Everyone left hastily, slightly terrified of what Aizen would do to them if they didn't.

Aizen picked up a cup of water from the counter and brought it over to Ichigo. He placed his hand on the coughing arrancar's back and helped him sit up. Then he held the cup in front of Ichigo's face until the boy's shaking hands reached up to grasp it.

Once the contents of the cup were downed, and Ichigo's throat no longer felt like it was on fire, Aizen received a dark glare from the strawberry.

"Why would you do this? What on earth could've possessed you to do this?" Ichigo snarled, sitting up and tucking the sheet tighter around himself. He was still self-conscious, especially now that he looked better than he did before.

Aizen's lips tipped up into a tight-lipped smile.

"You just don't understand, do you?" Aizen asked smugly as he moved even closer to Ichigo.

Ichigo, honestly, was getting a bit annoyed with Aizen. Aizen was always invading Ichigo's personal space.

"Do you really believe that, in your current form, your friends would welcome you back to your home with open arms?" Ichigo's eyes widened until he was almost positive they would pop out of his head.

Ichigo completely disregarded the sheet as he lunged forward to wrap his hands around Aizen's neck. Aizen didn't seem to mind at all.

"YOU LIED TO ME! YOU SAID YOU'D LET ME GO BACK HOME AT THE END OF THE WEEK!" Ichigo screamed.

"I wasn't lying when I said that." Aizen said, totally unaffected. He reached up to grasp Ichigo's wrists and forced them away from his neck. "You will be let go at the end of the week if you wish. I never said anything about your friends wanting you to be there or not. I also never said that they wouldn't hate you when you arrived back in the World of the Living."

"You…" Words failed Ichigo. "You…"

"'Me' what?" Aizen asked. "I gave you the conditions of the deal. I wasn't being dishonest or anything of the sort, Ichigo. So you really have no right to be angry with me or at me."

Aizen shifted Ichigo's wrists to hold them with only one hand and grasped Ichigo's chin with his free hand. He tilted Ichigo's head so that he was looking the newborn arrancar in the eye.

"I'll be angry if I damn well want to, Aizen!" Ichigo spat. "I cannot believe you just did that!"

"And yet the evidence that you can see and feel is indisputable. So, Ichigo," Aizen moved his gaze so that he was staring directly into Ichigo's eyes, "what will you do now?"

Aizen was so focused on Ichigo's heated stare that he didn't notice a small ball of black energy gathering on the tip of Ichigo's horn.

"…This." Ichigo said, and then the static-like buzz of a cero filled the air.


A/N: I hope you liked it, and I'm sorry it's so late; I spent the past few days hanging out with my anime friends (AKA, my friends that enjoy anime/manga as much as I do) so I've been a bit busy. And, my school is being all retarded and making me write a book report. The thing is, they give you a list to choose from and there are NO GOOD BOOKS on the list. So I'm being forced to read a book that I don't care for. Do you know how stupid that is?

Sorry, I'm ranting.

Well, that's the last chapter.

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JUST KIDDING! I fooled some of you, didn't I? No? Crap.

But no, that's not the last chapter, so don't worry. There are plenty more chapters to come because I will never end a story with someone firing a cero. (No promises)

So…don't forget to vote and please tell me what you think.

~M.M.