A/N: Yeah, updates are slowing down. Had some stressful stuff going on. Including the loss of my internet :( Anyway, here is the long awaited Chapter Five. Oh, and I've finally written myself an interesting Author Bio for my page XD Now to remember to put it up...

Aka-Baka Hoshi- I haven't really thought about that till now. I am caught up with all the manga chapters, so I do know what you speak of, lol. I think I'll just keep him as a hollow in this story. Good point though XD

Warnings: Some non-con ahead. I've decided I don't like writing such scenes so it skips over the more horrid stuff. So yeah, it's there but it's not. Sorry in advance Ichi….

I disclaim ownership of Bleach.

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Chapter Five: To Break

The horrifying nightmares suddenly dimmed causing Ichigo to jolt awake.

"No!" He shouted as he sat up, still only half aware. His hands fisted through his orange hair as images from his dreams lingered and mixed with his memories of what had actually happened.

A warm hand on his shoulder caused him to turn in surprise. Fear filled his eyes as he was met with the worried gray eyes of the captain.

"Byakuya? What happened? Why am I back here? I was just taken wasn't I?" He asked as he struggled to calm himself.

"You were brought back here last night." Byakuya informed the quivering teen.

"Ah. Seems whatever was in that needle was rather nasty stuff. Don't worry, Byakuya, I'm still fine." Ichigo said as he forced a smile.

"Your hollow, Shiro, was here."

Ichigo froze, his smile faltering.

"He told me what happened. False bravado is not needed here Kurosaki Ichigo."

"Heh. Yeah, well Shiro tends to exaggerate a lot. I'm perfectly fine."

"I disagree. The state your hollow was in when he arrived tells me that you are lying. What was it that you saw? Even your hollow looked fearful upon arrival. Whatever you saw, remember that they were drug induced hallucinations and not something you should burden yourself with, Kurosaki."

Ichigo's shoulders hunched as he stared intensely at his hands. When he spoke, his voice was a near whisper laced with regret.

"That's just it, Byakuya. The visions were partly true. The were memories mixed with what could have happened had Ulquiorra not intervened. During my battle above Los Noches, I died. Byakuya, I had a fucking hole blown through my chest. I was dead. Gone, but then… I wasn't. I could still hear everything. When I heard how terrified Orihime was, and how ruthless Ulquiorra was, I grew angry. That rage consumed me and turned me into a monster. I rampaged as a mindless beast of rage.

I almost killed Ishida. Had Ulquiorra not shattered my mask, I would have killed both of them. The ones I was meant to protect. If you had been there, you would understand. Hell, you'd probably look at me with the same fear Orihime and Ishida do. In the dream, I wasn't stopped. I saw them lying in a pool of blood. Killed by my own blood covered, demonic hands."

Byakuya sat in silence, absorbing what the teen had told him. He thought carefully on his next words.

"Do not belittle me by thinking I'd be so easily frightened. I have lived far longer than you or your friends and have seen my share of frightening things. Those images you saw were not the truth. As you said a moment ago, it did not turn out that way during your battle, thus you have no reason to feel guilt. Had you not turned into what you did, you would not be alive right now, nor would your friends be."

"Yeah, whatever you say Byakuya."

Byakuya opened his mouth to reply to the sullen comment, but was cut off as the door opened yet again.

However it was not the same man who came to retrieve the young shinigami. In his stead was another man. His black clothing was tight fitted, and his dark hair reached his shoulders and was neatly styled. His eyes sent chills down their spines, they were cold and piercing, yet ravenous. The man's expression was that of barely contained excitement.

"Why hello there, gentlemen! Today is my day to play. I was so hoping I'd get a turn soon." He strode forward and bent close to Ichigo, eyeing the boy like a piece of candy. He cupped a hand under Ichigo's chin. "I'm so glad they gave me such a lovely morsel."

Ichigo's eyes widened in shock as he flinched away from the man's grasp. The man gripped his chin roughly. "Behave now, my toy, or I'll have to punish you. Well, since it is supposed to be a surprise, I'll have to be a tad rough to begin with." He smirked before pulling his hand back and crashing his fist against Ichigo's temple, successfully knocking the younger shinigami unconscious.

Byakuya shook in barely contained anger as the boy was once again taken from the cell.

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Byakuya paced in the small area the chain allowed. He really needed to get a message out, to get them out before Ichigo's torture worsened. He could barely use kido, and the chains holding him were too strong to break without stronger kido or zanpakuto. He made one more round before sitting and sighing in defeat as he failed to think of anything.

His mind wandered to what Ichigo had said earlier. What did the boy turn into, to make him so regretful? He remembered feeling an ominous reiatsu during the invasion, but was too focused on his own battle, and payed little attention to it. Obviously it was much more powerful than that time Shiro took over during their first fight. A form strong enough to easily defeat an espada.

An idea sparked and took form. A form strong enough to defeat an espada…

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Ichigo gasped as he woke to darkness. It took him a moment before he noticed the cold stone against his face, and the way his hands were painfully bound above him. Another moment passed and he realized the darkness was actually a blindfold, and that he was completely devoid of clothing.

A small thrum of panic seeped into his mind, and he tugged against his restraints. He stilled almost instantly when he felt a hand trail down his back, stopping to grip his hip.

"You really are a beautiful soul, young shinigami. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy taking every last bit of you." A voice whispered beside him.

Ichigo would have yelled insults, but his mouth was gagged, preventing all but a muffled growl. The panic that was merely a whisper, raged full force as the hand continued around to his front, and another slid down his back side.

He tugged relentlessly against his restraints, bruising and cutting his skin. His muffled pleading turned into a scream as the man pushed a finger inside him. Tears ran freely as his mind struggled to comprehend what was actually happening to him.

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He slumped against the cold stone wall, exhausted and in pain. His wrists were completely raw, and his voice was gone from screaming. Worst of all was the burning pain down below. The man had re-clothed him once he finished, but hadn't bothered to clean anything. Ichigo shuddered as the remnants of the ordeal flowed down his legs, mixing with warm streaks of blood.

By the time they unshackled him and returned him to the cell, he was completely numb. He couldn't think, couldn't feel. Wouldn't feel, as the pain would only remind him of what just happened. He didn't want the memories to stay. He closed his eyes, as they through him to the cold floor, and desperately tried to forget.

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A/N: Good news! I have actually formed somewhat of a plot in my mind. Till now I've just been throwing words out there. Seems like it's worked so far XD

Anyway, there is hope that this story will end gracefully rather than floating off somewhere strange.

If you haven't yet, you should check out my other stories as well! I've got a couple one-shots available and am working on a couple more. Also I've started another chapter for my first story as well. Hurray!

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