' Orihime...you idiot...'

Ishida quickened his pace until he was flat out running down the alleyway. He had just seen the news report on his television at home that the left wing of the Karakura hotel had been set on fire by an unmonitored and incorrectly used microwave.

Using his incredible deductive skills, Ishida had realized that nobody could be klutzy enough to set a building on fire using a microwave except Orihime.

He was going down the alleyway because it was faster. It wasn't an advisable path, considering it was dark, and anyone could be in there, but it would be a long and tedious wait to cross the roads in the area.

" Oi." A low, rough voice came out of the shadows.

' Oh well... It was inevitable that this would happen... I better act nonchalant, and then get as far away as I can.'

" Yes?" Ishida turned around, facing the darkness ahead of him.

" We know who you are, Quincy." Now the voice was different, still deep, but had a tone that hinted that the owner of the voice got angry a lot.

Quincy. That word took Ishida aback, sending chills up his spine.

" What are you talking about? I've never heard that word in my life!" Great. His voice quaked, and it made him sound even more suspicious.

The first voice rang through the small space again. " We also know who you are affiliated with, and we can kill you easily. We work under Aizen-hmph-!" The alley went silent except for the sound of the first man struggling to speak through what Ishida assumed was the other man's hand.

" Idiot! Do you really want to reveal our identities from the get go!" he hissed.

Ishida felt a sweat drop form on his forehead.

' Aizen... where have I heard that name before...Oh god.'

He gulped, drawing up the inner strength to speak.

" I have no clue who that is," he said calmly. " But you are right. I know exactly what your aims are."

Ishida heard stifled gasps. " What?"

" You..." Ishida's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. He let the silence hang on the air for a moment. He could almost see their fearful eyes shining from the blackness.

"... Want an autograph!"he exclaimed suddenly. Out of nowhere, he produced a pen and paper, extending it to the shadows.

" I know, my show has been a real hit and all, but you could have just said so! I love all of my fans like family!" he gushed.

An awkward silence hung in the air, and Ishida pouted.

" Is that a no?" He wiped at his eyes, sniffling. " What a pity... I know that I have gotten some hate lately because of that comment on that last episode, but I didn't think that I would lose this many fans! I guess... I better be going." His voice was tiny and sad as he turned around, feet drawn like magnets to the light ahead.

" Wait." The second voice again.

" Yes? Are you reconsidering the autograph!"

" No. Just who are you, anyway?" he said gruffly.

Ishida stumbled, scanning through a list of suitable names.

" Why, I'm Fumio Takahashi, from Shiragikuポップ, the new musical competition show! It is currently in it's first season and airs on Thursdays at eight. I'm currently winning right now, and I'm about to come out with my first album!" he said cheerfully. " If you wish to get an autograph later, my intern's number shows up at the end of every episode!" He started to walk away once more.

" We have to do it." The voice sounded resigned.

" But Aizen-sama sai-"

" I don't give a damn what Aizen-sama said! In the end, this will just secure our success in the coming war!" the second voice yelled.

" I-I better get going... I have an audition for a commercial in ten minutes!" Ishida yelped. He started to sprint away.

" That's not going to happen." Ishida's vision was suddenly blocked by a massive shadow.

A gigantic man stood in front of him. Ishida couldn't tell that well in the dark, but he could see that his skin was tan, and his head was squarish, with two bumps on his skull, one on each side.

He could most certainly tell that he was over ten feet tall.

" I think you might just have to take an eternity long detour!" The man thrust a piece of fabric under his nose, just as Ishida inhaled. The world spun around him, and all he could smell was a sickly sweet stench. His knees buckled, but he forced his head up anyway.

The last thing he saw was a man with robin egg blue hair, wearing a smirk on his face. He didn't have a shirt on, and neither did his comrade.

' They... They both have numbers tattooed on their chests...what...what are they...?'

With his last reserve of strength, Ishida focussed on the skin there through the grayness framing his vision.

' Six...and ten...'

(AN) I am sorry that I haven't updated this story in a while, but I have been really really busy!