Amazingly enough I ditched my homework, babysitting my bro, and my mom yelling at me for not doing my homework to work on this!!! Yay!!!

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'HAHAHAH! Why king? Why should I? you know if you used my power you could have had a chance to save the kid? Oh no, you just too STUPID!

SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!'

(AN: It's been a month since Hitsugaya has been captured.)

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His strength was fading. He couldn't hold on much longer. Hitsugaya lay in the center of his cell bleeding…again. The pressure from his broken rips threatened to crush his lungs. His leg held at an odd angle just to keep the bone from sticking out farther or causing him more pain then it already was.

He breathing was hollow and strained. Pain ran through his chest every time he took a lung full of air. He wished he could just stop. But he wouldn't. He would never stop breathing. For there was something that supported him in his will to live…his love for Ichigo.

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Hitsugaya woke with a start. Pain surged through him, attacking his nerves.

The boy heard someone at his cell door, unlocking it. He dreaded what would come next. Aizen smiled as he walked into the prodigy's cage. "Good, you're awake." Hitsugaya looked up at his captor coldly. You could see the hatred in his eyes, and sense it in the air.

"What the fuck do you want with me now Aizen?" spat the wounded boy. His voice was horse, and scratchy. Being a prisoner, he was deprived from eating and drinking. He only got those luxuries once a week. Sometimes longer if he was bad. It has now been three weeks and he has only gotten two stale scraps of bread. He was suffering from severe dehydration, especially since his zanpakuto was ice. Hitsugaya could drink more liquid in one day then the average man in one week. It was just the way he was.

"Tisk, tisk, Hitsugaya. You should know better by now not to speak like that to your master." Aizen smiled down at him. Thought and ideas whizzed through the sadists head. There were many ways to discipline the boy, and only one seemed to thrill Aizen more then the others.

"Fuck you Aizen! I'm not your damned pet!" cried Hitsugaya defiantly. His breath caught in his chest, ribs pressing down on him more. It was getting harder to breathe. He could taste the familiar copperiness of his own blood. It spilled over his perfect lips and onto the ground.

"Oh?" Aizen looked down at Hitsugaya, a wide creepy grin spread across his face. "Let me show you what I do to discipline naughty pets Shiro-chan." Aizen reached down and wrapped his hand around the small boy's throat and pulled him up from the blood stained ground.

"I've tried all but one technique. I was going to save it for later, but givin' the recient events, it looks like I will have to use it earlier. I'll ask you one last time…will you listen to your master?"

"Fuck you." Was Hitsugaya's strangled response as he hung in the air by his throat.

Aizen slammed the boy against the wall, the force of his hand crushing Hitsugaya's air pipe. He coughed and spluttered, causing more blood to come from his lips. The lack of air was causing his vision to fuzz. He mind was starting to shut down.

Aizen let the boy fall to the ground with a soft 'thump' and knelt down next to him. "I guess we're going to have to do this the fun way, ne Shiro-chan?"

Aizen stood, straightened himself out and left the room. Leaving the suffocating, wounded prodigy behind. The door locked with a soft click and Hitsugaya sat up. Clutching at his chest, he tried to gain him breath back. But before he could, the door reopened and someone the boy did not intend to see came waltzing into the room. "Toushirou!" chirped Ichigo. Smiling, he sat cross legged in front of his lover and looked at him curiously. "What's wrong Toushirou? Cat got your tongue? Or is it because you can't breath?" sarcasm and irritation dripped off of Ichigo comments and sunk into Hitsugaya's brain.

"Ichi-go?" whispered Hitsugaya through short breaths.

"No, Aizen. Well no shit it's me. Did someone feed you a bowl of stupid Toushirou? Or maybe the lack of oxygen to your brain is making all your cells die. So much for a damn prodigy."

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Ichigo couldn't help but feel unsettled during the captains meeting. Well, more unsettled then he already was. It's been a month and Yamamoto hadn't even tried to rescue Hitsugaya! Ichigo truly hated the old man right now.

He even put reiatsu binding chains around his wrists and ankles and put him in a cell for the past month. He was really serious about Ichigo not going back to Las Noches in another attempt to save his lover. The old bastard.

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably in his bonds. The damned chains were starting to get on his nerves. They kept on rattling, warning everyone around him of movement. He felt like he was back in high school, all of his teachers watching his every move. Scary thoughts.

He shifted onto his other leg…again. He couldn't shake this odd feeling, like something just happened. Something bad. Yes, very bad. "Kurosaki-taichou!" boomed out Yamamoto, "could you please stop rattling your chains? I know they're annoying, but there is a good reason you're wearing them."

'My ass'

Hichigo sniggered in Ichigo's mind.

'Shut up'

"Hai, hai sotaichou." The meeting continued without even a peep from Ichigo.

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Hitsugaya couldn't believe him. How could he be so cold? Especially in his condition? After all that he has been through? Ichigo stood and looked down at the boy pitifully.

"Ya know Toushirou, I can't believe how pathetic you look right now. It's sad really. The great child prodigy captain, wielder of the most powerful ice-type zanpakuto in all of Soul Society, can't even catch his breath after a few wounds were thrown his way. It's rather sad."

Hitsugaya looked up at the orange haired teen in shock. "Ichigo…" whimpered Hitsugaya. He looked up at the taller boy, eyes pleading for him to say it was a joke. Pleading him to take his hand and lead him to safety. But he had no such luck.

"What's with the look?"

"I…I-"

"You what? You can't believe it? You can't believe what I just said? Well it's true. In fact, there's a whole bunch of shit about you. Such as: nobody likes you, people think your weak, some even think your unsuited to be a captain let alone a shinigami, I'm just saying this since no one else had the guts too. Your hated ya know. I'm the only one brave enough to say those things to your pretty face."

Was it true? Was he hated that much? Hitsugaya was aware of a few jealous of his powers, but he didn't know so many hated him. The news broke his spirit.

Ichigo turned around a stepped towards the cell door. Hitsugaya, using the last bit of his strength, reached out and grabbed the hem of Ichigo's robes. The strawberry turned around and looked down at his lover coldly.

Hitsugaya let go of his clothes and met Ichigo's deathly glare. "I told you Toushirou, I hate you. I'm—"

"Please," whispered Hitsugaya "please don't leave me here."

Laughter met his ears. Ichigo threw back his head and laughed. It was a cruel, cold, and heartless laugh. Much like Aizen's. "You still gunna ask me to save you? Even after what I said?! That's hilarious you stupid fucktard!"

Tears stared to brim around Hitsugaya's eyes. Ichigo had said he loved him. He swore to protect him. Where have his promises gone? Why was he acting like this?

"Ichigo please…I lov—"

More laughter. A harsh grin spread across his face as his eyes bore down on the boy. "You still love me? Well let me tell you something mister Hitsugaya. I never loved you and I never will. I just used 'love' to get in your pants." No! It's not true!

A tear fell.

"It was the perfect plan. You where so vulnerable and innocent. I loved taking you. Taking everything you had. I loved taking your virginity, your trust…your love." Ichigo, no. "The best part was ripping it all away from you and seeing the pathetic look on your face."

Tears rolled down his pale face in streams. For the first time since he had died, Hitsugaya was shedding tears. They rolled down his cheeks and fell to the cold hard floor. Ichigo gave the broken boy one last look of pure disgust, and left the room.

Hitsugaya choked out a sob. Tears flooded from his emerald eyes. He could feel something rip inside of him. Hitsugaya fell to the floor crying uncontrollably, his body shook with each passing sob.

Hiding in the shadows, Aizen watched Hitsugaya cry "Now will you call me master?" he whispered. Smiling once again, he left the cold blood stained room, the echoes of the boy's cries chasing after him.

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You said you loved me. You lied. You promised to be there for me. You lied. You said you would protect me. You lied. You lied to me Kurosaki Ichigo. And I still love you for it.

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UGH. I hate it. I only edited it once. since im fucking lazy and i feel bad for not updating in so long. so go ahead...tell how much it sucks. and yes i know its short.

but remember, flames do tend to make me giggle. tehe.