(Re-written)

We were all gathered here for a reason unbeknownst to us. All was silent in the meeting hall, but it didn't last long for it was broken by a calm yet commanding voice.

"Ichigo Kurosaki, has been killed."

The faces of my 'comrades' were shocked to say the least, yet I myself was seething with anger.

Someone had managed to calm down enough to ask, "How did this happen Aizen-sama?"

"As some of you may know Ichigo Kurosaki, was not only a substitute shinigami but human as well."

My thought were racing at this point, 'he was human?'

"But not only that he was also part hollow."

Shocked faces arose once more including my own, 'how the hell could he have been part hollow?'

"Because the soul society found out that fact they banished him. That was somewhere around a week ago. Last night Gin came and notified me that while monitoring the boy he saw something he could only describe as horrific, and absolutely disgusting."

Gin walked into the room with something called a projector (Szayel told me about them) and began to set it up.

"As I cannot find suitable words to describe it I will show it to you."

Aizen turned his chair around and Gin pressed a button and the video was displayed on the wall.

Ichigo was walking down a street in a white dress shirt and Grey khaki pants with a gray bag slung over his shoulder, not only that but he was sporting some bandages on his face and nasty bruises all over his arms and neck some of which were shaped like hands, although something didn't seem right with the boy, he looked worried, scared even.

His pace quickened and he turned into an alley, almost running face first into a brick wall, multiple shadows approached him and he turned around much more distressed to find he was surrounded with no chance of escape. One of the shadows jumped forward and grasped Ichigo's shirt and ripped the front clean off, revealing many dark bruises and deep wounds as well as some bite marks on his abdomen.

The shadow now revealed to be a red-headed man who's hair reminded me of a pineapple, he ran a hand down the pale chest and stopped at his ribcage, he lifted his hand and balled it into a fist, then rammed it into Ichigo's gut. The orange haired boy fell to the ground clenching his stomach in pain, he lifted his head to look at his assailants.

"WHY RENJI?!" he shouted in a pained voice, tears beginning to pool in his honey-brown eyes.

"Because you betrayed us. You're nothing but a monster!" Renji spat back.

Ichigo's once hope filled eyes had now dulled and no emotion at all could be seen, the tears had also begun to fall from the now lifeless orbs. The rest of the shadows had now come into the light and were revealed as a captain and various low ranking shinigami.

Gin paused the video and Aizen turned to face us once again, "What the fuck is wrong those goddamn shinigami?!" I shouted, pushing myself up and out of my seat.

"Now, now. Grimmjow, please calm yourself and sit down."

I let out a low growl and sat down.

"Now as you could see, the shinigami are just as you see them to be. As Grimmjow or Nnoitra would say it 'They're fucked up.'" he stated, "Gin." the video continued.

A few of the unknown and clearly not very important shinigami waltzed over and drew their swords grabbing Ichigo by his wrists they swung down and stabbed their swords through the palms of Ichigo's hands, earning a blood curdling scream to escape his throat. Tears now flowing freely from his eyes, he clenched his teeth and stared at Renji.

"Please, please Renji, didn't say that you loved me?" Ichigo whimpered.

Renji very clearly froze up at those words.

"That was before I found out you were deceiving me you freak!" Renji shouted.

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you."

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU!?"

"I couldn't, because you can see now what happened when they found out. I knew something like this would happen and I didn't want to get you involved in it."

"LIAR!"

"I'm not-"

Renji ran over and slammed his fist into Ichigo's face.

"I don't want to hear your excuses."

He reached down and gripped the waistline of Ichigo's pants and tore them clean off, clearly not caring about ripping some of Ichigo's skin in the process.

"no..!"

Renji reached down and grabbed at his own pants opening them enough the pull his dick out, he stroked it a few times to get it hard.

"please... no.."

He positioned himself at Ichigo's entrance with his legs on his shoulders and thrust in as hard as he could. Ichigo's mouth opened in a silent scream, he couldn't move his hands to stop Renji from thrusting roughly into his hole. He was just laying there, hands bound by the swords that pierced through them.

His eyes devoid of emotion as the red haired shinigami thrust roughly into him continuously. Renji began to shudder, and released into the broken boy. He then stood tucked himself away and walked around to where Ichigo's head was laying and spit on him.

While he was doing that a man in a white haori stepped forward, and bent down at Ichigo's bottom. A slight look of fear and pain washed over the poor boy's face, the man had long black hair that went down to about his shoulder blades, with weird things in it that made his hair stay out of his face at one part, an stay in his face at the other.

He was a captain, he pulled his dripping rock hard member from his hakama, and thrust roughly into the boy. Much harder than Renji had, the torture continued like this until the other man had released inside of Ichigo. When he was done he stood, and the two drew their swords, holding them in a downward position.

They thrust their hands downward, Renji's blade had stabbed the poor boy's throat, whereas the other stabbed his stomach, he made strained and horribly pained choking noises, as blood began to pour from his mouth and wounds, making a dark red pool beneath him.

The blades restricting the movement of his hands were removed and retrieved by their rightful owners, and Ichigo was left there, blood and semen dripping out of his ass and into the pool that had begun to spread farther around his body. He was dead within moments.

Gin turned the projector off and the lights on while Aizen turned to face his Espada, quite a few of them had very shocked and disgusted looks on their faces.

"And there you have it." he said calmly.

"What the fuck is this bull shit!?"

"Now, now. Grimmjow calm down."

"How the fuck can I calm down?" I shouted, "are all you shinigami this fucked up!?"

Aizen didn't answer.

"Well?"

"That's none of your concern, Grimmjow. Consider yourself lucky you're even in these meetings still, considering you are no longer the Sexta Espada."

I stood up knocking my chair over and stormed towards the door.

"Gin, have you made the preparations for our new arrancar to be born?" Aizen questioned calmly.

"I finished 'em right before tha meetin'." Gin replied.

"Good, well then everyone let us make our way to the hogyoku room, to welcome our new family member. That includes you Grimmjow."

Later...

Despite my overwhelming rage towards that bastard Aizen, I followed in tow with the others on the way to the room Aizen likes to call 'the hogyoku room', yeah real fucking original. I was only going because it was mandatory for all Espada to attend the birth of new arrancars, because if it's born with the same number as you, you fight to the death.

Whoever wins is whatever number Espada. I watched as the over-sized double doors were opened and we made our way to our 'assigned seats'. The only interesting thing about these 'ceremonies' was you could never be sure what they're gonna look like, or what number they're gonna be.

Aizen reached out and touched his fingertip to the dark orb, it reacted by curling what looked like little roots into and around his fingers, light began to emanate from the bandaged figure, and fog covered the floor. I can't even be sure if there's anything inside those bandages. The root receded back into the hogyoku and the bandages began to fall off of the newest arrancar, the first thing we all noticed was his number, '0'.

The bandages continued to fall, revealing spiky orange hair, I knew that hair anywhere. Even Aizen looked shocked, I'm pretty sure he thought the kid would be reborn into the soul society, because he became a shinigami first. The boy stood and stared at everyone with a very calm expression.

As I stared at the boy I noticed his hair looked to be a bit longer than we had all seen not too long ago, he also seemed to be a bit taller.

He had red markings on his collar bones, and when I squinted to see if I was right or not, he had the tiniest of horns on his head, I guess that was the part of his mask that stayed.

"Welcome to Hueco Mundo, will you tell me your name?"

All of our suspicions were confirmed the moment he said one word.

"Ichigo."

"Very good, I am Aizen Sosuke-" he was cut off when Ichigo began to talk again.

"I'll tell you this now, if you expect me to take orders from you don't hold your breath. I can feel you

shaking from here." he said swiftly.

Which in turn surprised all of us, but he was right. If you looked close enough Aizen was shaking, which was very out of character for him. The strangest thing about this moment wasn't just that though, from what I could see, this boy was still the same one I had fought in Karakura town.

The boy who couldn't conceal his overflowing reiatsu even if he tried, yet I couldn't feel one ounce of it.

"Very well, although you must prove your strength by beating the current 'Cero' Espada. Yammy Llargo." when he said the name a a very large arrancar jumped out of his seat and in front of Aizen.

"Yammy, you will fight him. As you have the same number in your released form. But because it is in

your released form, you must fight him at full strength."

"I understand, Aizen-sama."

After a short time we relocated to outside, we had to get clothes for Kurosaki to wear, I was the only who was around the same size as him so I was told to lend him a pair of my clothes. Not like it really mattered to me I have shit tons of the same clothes, they still looked a little big on him though.

The pants hung off of his cut hips a little too much, and the open chest of the top showing a various scars on his torso, two of them had caught my eye. One on this throat and one on his stomach, they brought back pictures of what I had seen earlier today.

Although, in the back of my mind. I thought he looked good in my clothes, I shoved the thoughts away before they could get any worse.

"GET PISSED OFF, IRA!" Yammy shouted as he released his zanpakuto, and began to charge at Ichigo, if you looked at the size difference between the two you'd think that Ichigo wouldn't stand a chance. He just stood there sword in hand, an indifferent, maybe even bored expression displayed on his face. Yammy thrust his giant fists down at the boy, but he wasn't there anymore. Shocked, Yammy turned to find Ichigo just standing next to his face, Ichigo lifted his left hand and his sword and placed the palm of his hand.

"Getsuga Tenshou." he said in a hushed voice, a giant black light slashed across Yammy's body and he fell to the ground in two pieces. Ichigo looked over at Aizen, and opened his mouth.

"Good enough?" he asked, an innocent look on his face. Like he hadn't just practically slaughtered a 100ft monstrous beast in less than five minutes.

Hi, so I was writing this when I was writing chapter 2 of speechless, and I felt bad that this was the reason I didn't update sooner. You know those times when the idea just comes to you and you've gotta write it down, or later you're just like 'fuck my life, why didn't I write it down.' Ya, it was like that. Also I was kinda stuck on the chapter. But enough about that, info about this one.

I wanted to write what I would be like if the soul society didn't like the idea of Ichigo being part hollow, and they decided to dispose of him, (poor Ichi) lol I got the idea on my way home from school. It was great, because people thought I was crazy or something. I was on the bus and I shouted, 'Fuck yeah! That's a great idea!' =^3^=

So yea.

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