"Ichigo! Ichigo! help!" Shiro panted, while trying to find a way out of the endless maze of off-gray structures, the 12th devision taicho on his heels.

"Ichigooooooooo! Noooooo! HELP!" Shiro's screams tugged at the heart of his captor-or would have, if said captor even HAD a heart.

"Heh heh. Gotcha ya pesky hollow." Mayuri whispered into Hichigo's ear, grinning wickedly.

"Let's go-thanks to your little run away plan, the timing of your dissection was thrown off." Mayuri dragged the creature away, blocking out the screams from the albino.

A/N: yeah,...not to happy right now...stupid social services trying to take me away..*grumble* Hope you like my stories. Maybe when I'm in a better mood I'll write a sequel...R&R please