Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo, meaning it does not belong to me. I am in no way, shape, and/or form claiming to be the owner/creator of these concepts, though I do claim any characters not apart of the original Bleach storyline (such as Anzu) mine. As such, I would appreciate fellow authors and readers to give credit where credit is due and not steal any of my characters and/or concepts. Thank you, and have a pleasant day.

I felt Sousuke long before he entered the room… He was pouring out reiatsu at steady rate, making the air in his room heady before he even stepped through the door.

There were lingering traces of a certain sharpness at the edges of it, making me wonder if he'd just gotten through with punishing someone, but I wasn't really focused on that at the moment…

His reiatsu… it was so massive… and warm…

This room suddenly felt so freakin' chilly…

I needed to get closer…

He sighed heavily, irately, as he walked into the room, running a hand through his hair.

"Sousuke…"

"Anzu…" He looked up and forced his usual smile, though some venom stung his words. He must still be a bit angry with me…

I walked over to him, slipping against his body carefully and relishing the feel of his reiatsu, murmuring, "I'm sorry…"

He blinked down at me, his anger fading slightly, "Anz—"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him and moaning when his reiatsu twitched a bit higher.

Sousuke's arms slid around my waist and I pressed up against him, moaning again.

Aizen watched the girl's reaction with a quirked brow, wondering just what had changed in the last five hours to make her so… willing.

Then, he noticed something…

Her reiatsu was down to the bare minimum of being observable just before becoming concealed; only enough was present to coat her skin, making it so every time he moved, she could easily feel the double sensation of his skin and reiatsu rubbing against hers.

A small smirk twitched on his lips as he saw his new playing card; she was hypersensitive to reiatsu exposure.

'Well, this certainly fits the nature of her abilities…' Aizen chuckled to himself, raising his spiritual pressure just a nudge and letting his smirk widen slightly at the way she writhed against him, a breathy moan bursting from her flushed lips.

"Sousuke…" She whispered against his neck, her hands slipping under his coat and clawing at his back hungrily.

Aizen nudged her chin back up and kissed her, guiding her back towards his bed. He didn't fail to notice the sharp, cool scent of the menthol he kept in his bathroom and briefly wondered if and when she had goon rifling around…

He would worry about that later, Aizen decided as he eased her onto her back, pushing her back on the bed until her head was on the pillows. Even as he pulled back to tug off his coat and slink up onto the bed after her, Anzu whimpered and leaned in after him, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him hungrily.

Aizen chuckled, letting her pull him back down and settling himself comfortably between her thighs, chuckling again when she wrapped her legs around his back.

"Higher, Sousuke…" She whispered in his ear, moaning when he started kissing down her neck. "Please, higher…"

"If I raise my reiatsu much more…" Aizen mumbled, biting her neck once before raising his head to stare down into her hazed eyes, a smirk stretching on his face as he finished, "You'll pass out."

"Sousuke…" Anzu whined, rubbing up against him.

Aizen let out a long, low sigh as his body started to react, and Anzu let out a loud cry as she rubbed against the bulge in his hakama.

Aizen smirked.

This was going to be easier than he thought…

Shinji reviewed the tape he had stolen from the Karakura Hospital security camera over and over and over.

There wasn't any audio… but the tape didn't need any.

No, what he saw was enough; the actions of the two on the tape spoke loud and clear.

He watched Aizen as the man comforted, consoled her.

He watched Anzu lean against him as both a physical and emotional crutch.

He watched as Aizen stood and held out his hand to her.

He watched as Anzu took his hand, fell into his arms and let him carry her into oblivion…

"That bitch…" Hiyori growled, sitting on the sofa in Anzu's living room and watching the tape with the others, "That motherfucking, cheating, backstabbing bitch…"

"Hiyori, really…" Hachi sighed, wincing both at her words and the picture on the screen as Aizen picked Anzu up, carrying her through the garganta.

Shinji said nothing, rewinding the tape and watching it again.

"Something isn't right about this." Lisa, so far the only person who had vocally expressed her doubts about Anzu's 'betrayal', murmured, watching the tape with Shinji. "Aizen could well have used Kyoka Suigetsu on her…" She nodded when Rose and Love nodded with her.

"Tell me then, Lisa…" Kensei growled, glaring at the wall, unable to keep watching, "When in this video does Aizen set his hand on his sword?"

"He already had…" Shinji mumbled, sighing when he felt several pairs of eyes turn on him, "That night… 'bout two weeks ago, when she came back ta stay here and I followed her… Somethin' had gotten into her room and done somethin' to her. That must have been when it happened…"

"Yeah, well there's a fuckin' big difference between nightmares and willingly following someone to Hueco Mundo." Hiyori sneered.

"He was doing it gradually… He was slowly taking her away from me."

"Taking her away from you?"

Shinji ignored the comment and stood, walking to the door. He hadn't made it ten feet outside of the house and store altogether when Rose and Love appeared in front of him, frowning.

"You can't go, Shinji." Love said evenly.

"And why the hell not?" Shinji asked calmly.

"Think about what you're trying to do…" Rose sighed, rubbing the back of his head, "You're about to infiltrate Hueco Mundo on your own. Please tell me that doesn't actually strike you as a good idea…"

Shinji sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Of course it didn't.

But he couldn't think of anything else to do.

"So, what, do we wait for them to send 'er back?" Shinji frowned. "I don't think that will be happenin' any time soon…"

Love and Rose exchanged glances, then sighed.

"Shinji… We leave her there."

Shinji stiffened, his eyes narrowing. The thought had never even crossed his mind, and just the suggestion of it pissed him off.

"No."

"Think about it, Shinji." Rose said with a placating tone, holding up his hands and shrugging, "Even if we all went there now, we wouldn't stand a chance. The best thing we can do is wait for the approaching war and take her back either during or after."

Shinji ground his teeth, looking away.

It made sense… It was the most strategically sound… However…

"I don't like it."

"'Course you don't." Love grinned. "You're in serious 'like' with her."

"But think about it this way," Rose frowned, "If we went there now to retrieve her, Aizen may well decide to kill her. We should wait until his forces are thoroughly distracted with the war."

Shinji blinked, then sighed, relenting.

"Fine. Then… we leave her."

He would never be able to forgive himself for the decision, but… it seemed to be the only option that kept her safe and alive.

…If she was even still alive at all.

When I woke again, I had this horrible acidic sensation in the pit of my stomach; the same kind you get when you get the feeling or know that you've done something horribly, horribly wrong.

Something you'll regret for the rest of your life.

Something that will eat at you from the center of your chest outwards every time you think of or are reminded of it.

You know the feeling… Right?

Right?!

Please tell me you do, because if I'm the first person in the world to feel this, then how in the hell am I supposed to find solace…

It's simple.

If I'm the only one who ever has, then I won't find solace… It will devour me.

Destroy me.

And I don't… want that…

I'm not… ready to die yet…

But… maybe I won't die. Maybe I'm just… overreacting…

But… why? Why am I feeling this horrible feeling? This feeling that's making me sick to my stomach and making me feel like I need to throw up…

When an arm shifted around my waist, it all came back.

My waist was bare… my entire body was bare… And so was the person next to me…

Both of us, laying together in the same bed, naked…

Oh… dear god, no…

"Good morning…" His warm breath blew into my ear, but I didn't even have it in me to rub at the irritating tickling…

Dear god, what have I done…

You'd think that, having done this with him, of all people, that I would be… happy…

But I wasn't.

I'd thought serving him by any means necessary, that making him happy would make me happy. Because I want to serve him, right? I need to serve him… right?

But no…

No, I feel sick…

I feel so…

So…

"I'm afraid I can't stay." Sousuke sighed, sitting up only to lean down and kiss my temple before he swung his legs off of the edge of the bed and stood, the mattress shifting up as his weight disappeared, "Hopefully your ability to talk will return in time for midday tea. You and I have much to discuss in concerns to your training."

I didn't say anything.

He knew I was awake and knew I could hear him, but he didn't ask for any confirmation of our plans. He didn't need to. He knew I couldn't deny him.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of clothes as Sousuke dressed, and then the tapping of shoes as he walked to the door. A heavy, dull bang sounded as the door shut, and I was left alone.

Alone to lay in the mess I had created…

Alone to lay in the scene of my crime…

Alone… to face what I had done…

Alone…

Alone…

Several minutes after he left, I curled in on myself and burst into tears.

She observed the scene before her coolly, her eyes and body language showing no pity for the girl laying on the great bed before her crying herself hoarse.

It was the girl's own damned fault, being unable to control her goddamned emotions… her goddamned weaknesses…

And here she was, forced to clean up after this brat. Again.

Really, the miserable whelp should be killed to save her from herself.

But… the Arrancar woman couldn't bring herself to strike the girl down. And it wasn't for fear of death.

No, if she were afraid of death, she wouldn't even be trespassing in Lord Aizen's quarters to being with.

She had stopped being afraid of dying a long time ago…

Working her jaw, the Arrancar woman walked forward briskly and jerked a sheet that had been discarded to the floor into her arms, wrapping the still blubbering girl into it and hefting her into her arms.

She then carried the girl out of Aizen's domain and down the hall.

Screw the possibility of being caught on camera by Gin.

Screw the possibility of Tosen feeling the girl out of her room.

The girl needed medical attention, immediately.

No matter what trouble she got in later… Which, really, she wouldn't get in much trouble at all. Aizen let her get away with damn near anything that wasn't far too outrageous.

Now… the Arrancar of the regular medical squad were out of the question. Patient confidentiality or not, they still gossiped amongst one another, and eventually word would spread.

And if there was one thing she hated, it was gossip.

Ironically enough, the second was the Arrancar medical squad.

That left only one other person on her list, and she really didn't mind going to him at all. Smarmy little bastard though he was, there was no one else on her list who was qualified.

"Aaaaahhh, Mika…" Szayel Aporro Grantz answered the door to his domain, himself, after she had spent ten minutes kicking it. "Please, do come in."

Mika stormed in with her head held high as the Octava held the door open for her, pausing as he closed it right after and following him as he took the lead.

"Tell me, Mika, what have you brought for me?" Szayel asked languidly as he glanced over his shoulder with a sly look, a wide smirk creeping onto his face, "Perhaps a new test subject?"

"Hardly." Mika snorted, setting the girl (who had long since either passed out or cried herself to sleep) down on the first exam table Szayel led her to, pulling the sheet off of the girl's face.

Szayel's eyes widened, then narrowed as he regarded Mika with a crazed grin, "I do believe you have finally done something that will make Aizen tolerate you no longer…"

"Cut the intimidation charade, I don't have time for your antics." Mika glared at him, "She and Aizen had sexual relations; I need you to give her medical attention."

Szayel chuckled, leaning back against the counter behind him, "Now, Mika, you know I'm hardly a medical professional…"

"Regardless, you know you have the skill." Mika stared at him flatly, "And you are the only person I trust to do this."

"Aww, Mika, I'm honored." Szayel cooed, smirking.

"Enough, Szayel!" Mika barked, her eyes glowing brighter and her pupils narrowing, "I did not come here to exchange cheap theatrics with you! Take care of the girl or there will be an opening for a new Octava!"

"Very well, very well, I'll see what I can do." Szayel sighed, turning around and rifling through his cabinets, "Honestly, no one around here knows how to take a joke anymore…"

Mika sighed, then looked back down at the girl.

Honestly, she hated cleaning up after careless brats…