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Pairing: HichiIchi, and bits of Aizen/Ichi/Gin

Summary: Shiro finds help from an unlikely source to rescue Ichigo from Aizen and Gin.

Special thanks to Dream7 for beta-reading!

It wasn't often that Shiro left the house by himself, but this was a special case. Rukia had spoken to the police and told them what she knew, but they would take too long. He couldn't wait for them to do an official investigation; who knew what could happen by the time they found him. Nobody would listen to him, but he knew who had taken Ichigo. It had to have been that vet the short woman had taken them to. He had seemed way too interested in his Ichigo.

He stopped at a small shop and kicked the door open. This place brought back memories. It was where Rukia had bought him from. The other hybrids sitting around the shop stared at him, but he ignored them. He needed to speak to the owner.

"Can I help you?" a small mouse hybrid asked him. She had rosy cheeks, black pigtails, and a small black tail.

"Where's the old man?" Shiro demanded, not caring if he sounded rude.

"Ah, Shiro-chan, it's been a while!" came a voice from the backroom. The small girl turned to see her master enter the room with a fan covering his grinning face. "Ururu, why don't you help Tessai in the back," he told the mouse hybrid, who nodded and left.

"What can I do for you, Shiro-chan?" Urahara asked cheerfully. Shiro's eye twitched. The man was extremely annoying. Always grinning and never disclosing the full truth about his plans.

Shiro growled under his breath as he approached the man who had formerly owned him and grabbed him by the front of his shirt before slamming him against the wall. "I want to know where the vet, Dr. Aizen lives! And don't give me any crap about you not knowing where he is," Shiro demanded. Urahara grew serious at the mention of the name.

"Ah, yes, Aizen Sosuke. We used to work together before he started experimenting on hybrids, mainly neko's," Urahara revealed. At another time Shiro might have been pleased to get what he wanted so easily, but right now it just made his heart race faster. What was the sick son of a bitch planning to do to his lover? "He hoped to make a fortune by making the perfect one, but when I took my share of the pay and equipment away he was left with nothing but his clinic," he explained. Shiro let him go. "I do not know where he's currently living, but I just so happen to have received a runaway from his home not too long ago. I'm sure if you asked nicely he'd be more than happy to help you."

"He damn well better help me or I'll claw his eyes out!" Shiro threatened, but Urahara only chuckled as he led the albino neko out the back door and into an alley. Shiro was suspicious at first until he saw Urahara walk over to a pale neko with black hair and green eyes. He watched as the two discussed something for a few minutes, the other neko repeatedly glancing over at Shiro.

After what felt like an eternity, the neko finally walked over with a bored expression on his face. "You do realize that crossing paths with Aizen could get you killed," the green-eyed neko told him in a monotone voice, but Shiro only rolled his eyes at him.

"I don't really give a shit; he took my lover, and when I find that son of a bitch I'm gonna rip his balls off and shove them up his ass!" Shiro growled.

Unphased by his outburst, Ulquiorra replied, "Very well; I shall show you where he lives as soon as the trash comes back." Shiro frowned in confusion. Did he mean the garbage trash or…

"Hey Ulquiorra, why the hell did you make me get–" another voice sounded from the mouth of the alley, but immediately cut off when he spotted the two neko's.

Shiro's eyes widened in rage and he felt the hair on his tail stand up. "You!" he shouted, pointing at the blue haired neko incredulously.

Grimmjow only grinned. "Hey whitey, where's your cute little friend?"

Ichigo rarely moved from the bed since there was nowhere else to sit in the quiet room. The only times he had any entertainment were when someone brought him food and when Aizen and Gin came to see him, and he'd rather the latter not show up at all. Even living on the streets, he had never felt such terror. His only hope was that Shiro would find him before they... He shuddered and tried not to think about it. He didn't want to be bred with Gin or anyone else who wasn't Shiro.

He stared down at the food one of the servants had brought in. His stomach was growling and it smelled so appetizing ... maybe a few bites couldn't hurt. Besides, he needed to keep his strength up for when Shiro came to his rescue and they left this horrid place. He picked up the chopsticks and began poking tentatively at the small bowl of rice that sat next to pieces of steak.

Ichigo nibbled on some of the rice before trying some of the steak. It was one of the best things he had ever tasted. He savored the juicy meat; it had been cooked to perfection and wasn't too heavy on spices or salt. He found that he couldn't get enough of it, and wolfed down the rest before gobbling up all the rice and finally gulping down the glass of milk.

Ichigo licked his lips to get any last crumbs before placing the plate on the floor and laying down on the bed. He shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, hoping this nightmare of a place would disappear and Shiro would rescue him. He wondered if Shiro had any idea who'd kidnapped him and if he was trying to find him at the moment. He knew that Shiro could take out Renji with a pinky finger if the redhead tried to stop him, and that brought him to a second thought: would Renji and Rukia care that he was no longer there?

He remembered the way Rukia had hesitated when Aizen had first offered her a price for him. Maybe it was all a setup and she'd called him afterwards and said she'd take the money after all, but they'd needed to keep Shiro from finding out. He opened his eyes and pulled his ears back at the thought. They'd taken him in off the streets; maybe they'd regretted it and this was just the easiest way to get rid of him.

He heard the doorknob turn, and the door opened to admit two figures. Ichigo's gaze snapped up and he felt his heart stop when Aizen and Gin entered once more. Both smiled at him pleasantly while Aizen came in front of him and Gin went around to the other side of the bed.

Aizen took a seat on the bed and Ichigo crawled back anxiously only to run into Gin, who wrapped his arms around him and lifted the orange haired neko into his lap. Ichigo struggled to get free, but the older neko held his arms at his sides.

"There is no need to struggle; we would never think of harming you," Aizen said smoothly, raising a hand to caress Ichigo's cheek. Ichigo jerked his head away to get the brown haired man to stop touching him.

"Then let me go!" Ichigo yelled. He tried to give Aizen a kick, but the older man simply caught it.

"That is not very nice, Ichigo. You should respect your new masters," Aizen purred as he forced the neko's foot to the bed and held it there in case Ichigo decided to attempt another strike.

"You're not my master! Renji and Rukia are!" Ichigo snapped, trying to break free from Gin's hold. He stiffened when they both seemed amused by his declaration.

"Ain't that cute, Aizen-sama? He thinks they actually wanted him," Gin chuckled behind him. Ichigo's struggles slowed at their words. What was so damn funny?

"He thinks they actually cared about him. You poor thing." Aizen once again placed his hand on Ichigo's cheek to keep the neko from turning his head away. "They only picked you off the streets because they took pity on you. Did you actually believe they cared about you? Of course not; you were just a mooch they took in as a plaything for their other pet," Aizen told him sympathetically.

Ichigo shut his eyes and turned away. "You're lying. Shiro loves me; he even said so," Ichigo whispered, refusing to meet Aizen's gaze. At the moment the thing he wanted more than anything in the world was just to leave this place.

"I won't deny that; he seemed very protective of you. However, how will he react when he finds out you've already been claimed?" Aizen questioned.

Ichigo's head shot up. "I'm not going to allow either of you to touch me!" Ichigo hissed, trying to jerk his arms out of Gin's strong grip.

"Who says ya get a say so in this?" the other neko whispered into his ear as one of his hands slipped under his shirt.

"You see, your dinner tonight was laced with a special medication I give to owners who want to breed their pets. It can cause a neko to go into heat much earlier than she – or he – would naturally." Aizen smiled at him, and Ichigo felt like he was going to be sick. He wanted to throw up just to get it out of his system.

"Soon ya'll be begging for it, and I'll be happy to claim ya," Gin said heatedly. He hugged Ichigo closer with one arm while the hand up his shirt moved down his body to cup his groin, making Ichigo thrash once more. This couldn't be happening to him.

"Shh; this can be a pleasurable experience for you. You'll only make this harder on yourself if you resist, so give in," Aizen whispered to the struggling neko, moving closer until his lips were bare centimeters away from Ichigo's.

Ichigo nearly broke into tears when Aizen kissed him. All his attempts to break free were useless with them holding him in place. "Please stop," he whimpered when the older man finally pulled away.

"Get some rest; you'll need it. We'll be back once the medication starts to take effect," he advised, standing up and giving Gin a nod. The neko's usual grin disappeared into a frown. He wanted to play with Ichigo ... but there would be plenty of time for that later.

Ichigo scooted back until he hit the headboard. He brought his knees up to his chest and pressed his head against his legs.

"Shiro..."

A/N: on the next My Kitty, there will be a lemon, but whether it is Shiro/Ichi or Aizen/Ichi/Gin we will have to wait to find out ^^

Next two one-shots: Amagai/Ichigo and My Kitty and I might write an AiIchi just cause