AN: Hey everyone. Enjoy the chapter. Hasn't been beta tested.

To Kyo Vinzenz: Hope you like this. It's not all of what you requested but I still hope you like it.

Chapter 9

Shiro's head was still fogged up when he finally woke. Cracking his eyes open, it took a few blinks to clear his vision. He was met with off white padded walls surrounding him. The pads showed age with cracks and rips that spilled out stuffing. The dingy lighting only added to the solemn feel of the room.

Shiro ached all over and groaned once the tugging on his arms registered. Looking down he saw he was strapped into a straight jacket. With a little more tugging, he heard the clanks of chains and knew the jacket was chained to the wall. He sighed and slunk down against the wall defeated. He wondered how long he had been out. The stuff Ichigo had left on the counter to save him in case the other took over turned out to be the instrument of his capture. He couldn't remember everything. The most he could was the other trying to take control and Grimmjow's voice before nothing. But, he knew where he was. They had got him and he was back in his old home: the hell named Los Noches Hospital.

"God dammit!" Shiro screamed and banged his head on the wall behind him. Warm liquid seeped from the self inflicted wound but he ignored the feeling. He sighed hanging his head. This was just great; just great indeed. Back, locked up worse than before, and slowly going crazy. "A least I'm in the righ' place for a insane person," Shiro smirked at the dark humored thought.

"If ya woulda just let me take over, this wouldn' a happened!"

"Ya, and more people'd be dead. Ya made me almos' kill Grimm. And ya wanted me ta get my brother next," Shiro growled back at the other voice

"Sacrifices are needed. Ya know this. Besides, they probably woulda given ya a lot of power. Those two hav so much ya can feel it seepin' off of um," The voice was panting.

"Oh will ya just shut up you disgustin' piece of shit!" Shiro yelled at the voice at loud. He didn't hear the door creak open as he did.

"Now now 87, I haven't even said anything yet and that is no way to speak to your doctor," a velvety voice said. Shiro looked up to meet deceivingly gentle brown eyes and a fake smile. Shiro snarled at Dr. Aizen as he made his way closer. "We can be civil 87. I only want to help you. You know that." Shiro brushed him off and took to looking at the floor again. The doctor kept talking, but Shiro just ignored him.

"Are you listening to me 87?" Aizen hooked a finger under Shiro's collar and jerked him forward. With his other hand, he grabbed Shiro's chin holding him in place, "You don't understand do you boy? You belong to me. No one on the outside world knows you are alive except that idiot family of yours and your little princess of a brother's fuck toy. And don't think I can't make them forget you again." Aizen threw Shiro's chin to the side letting him go. He started pacing a small area in front Shiro. Shiro watched his feet with his eyes. Back and forth. Back and forth. Oh, what Shiro would do just to see the man trip. Too bad his legs couldn't reach out far enough to help Aizen have a meeting with the floor.

"This man mocks us. The ignorant bastard," Shiro felt his anger grow at the truth of the other's words. He felt the other self pushing forward. For once, he was willing to let it through.

Aizen stopped pacing and stared down at Shiro. He sighed, "Don't you understand 87. We could work together. With you under me, do you not understand what we could accomplish? Let me bring out what you truly are. Let me help you control that other side of you. Just let me finish my work and I could give you immense power."

"He says he can give us power. He doesn't know how much power we already got. I think we should show 'im, for ol' time's sake. Hehehehe" Shiro smiled at the floor.

"Isn't that what you want Shiro? Or should I say, isn't that what the demon side of you wants," Aizen smirked.

A deep chuckle started in Shiro's throat. Aizen's expression turned serious and he looked at Shiro curiously. The laugh grew louder. Shiro started to shake with each laugh that escaped. It continued to grow louder and more maniacal, but his eyes still didn't leave the ground. It started turning into a cackle as it got louder. Insanity was seeping through every sound coming from Shiro's mouth. Suddenly, he threw his head back in a fit of crazed laughter. Aizen just kept studying the young man movements.

Suddenly the laughing stopped and gold on black eyes were boring into brown ones. "Ya really think ya have control? Or better yet, ya think ya can control me?" A watery voice similar to Shiro's own spoke, "Ya make me laugh. Like a mere human could tame me and give me more power than I coul' get on my own. Do ya not understand how much I 'ave already? Hehehe. It would be so easy ta snap yer neck righ' now and you'd never know till ya were lying dead on the floor," He began to laugh again.

"So finally the beast comes to its master," Aizen smiled.

"Master? I 'ave no master but myself and my king. An' even my king can' control me." Shiro began to slowly test his chains.

"There is no reason to try. I know you have not fed in days and are weak. There is no way you can break those chains." Shiro growled at Aizen's words. He knew the doctor was right. The human side of him refused to feed and he was never able to take control enough to hunt himself. He almost had when that green eyed annoyance knocked him out. He may have still had enough power to move and kill fast, but brute strength was another story. "But I can change that. Ulquiorra!"

The small, pale young man walked into the doorway. He stood with his hands behind his back and ready to take orders. His eyes were still blank and logical. Shiro sneered at seeing him. The hatred for him was one thing both sides of Shiro could agree on.

"Yes Dr. Aizen?" He bowed slightly.

"Bring it in will you?" Aizen commanded never taking his eyes off the one in front of him.

"Yes sir," Ulquiorra answered. He exited the doorway. A soft recurring squeak made Shiro tear his gaze away from Aizen and to the doorway. Ulquiorra rolled in an older wheelchair carrying a young woman of around nineteen. Her eyes were closed and her mouth gagged. Her arms, legs, and waist were strapped to the chair. Her head lolled about as Ulquiorra drove her inside. Stopping next to his adopted father, Ulquiorra took his previous stance with his hands behind his back. "She has been thoroughly sedated and will not fight just as you ordered."

"Thank you Ulquiorra, you may go."

Ulquiorra bowed to the man and left closing the door behind him. Aizen rolled the girl over right in front of Shiro. "A meal for you. Already caught. With access to terminally ill patients who will die anyway it isn't hard to provide you with the food you need," Aizen said as he paraded around her as an auctioneer trying to gather interest in the next item up for bid. He smiled at the look on Shiro's face. His mouth was watering. Gold eyes shone brightly on their black background as they stared. His tongue ran across sharpening teeth. It seemed Shiro was hungrier than Aizen first thought. "Here, I'll even kill her for you." Aizen produced a small scalpel from his coat pocket. He lifted the girls chin. He put the blade to her neck and slowly brought it across her throat. Blood spat out onto the floor just barely missing Shiro. It drained down from the cut and began to soak into the patient's scrubs she was wearing. Involuntarily she began to cough up blood through the gag. It ran down her chin to pool silently in her lap. Her eyes never opened. She died in minutes.

As soon as the scent of fresh blood reached Shiro's nose he began thrashing about in his binds. His eyes glowed brightly and his teeth had become more like fangs. His throat burned. The pain from not feeding suddenly returned full force in the pit of his stomach.

"Stop! We can't!"

"Shut it," the other Shiro answered back his human self, "I'm starving! If I'm hungry, yer hungry. We both gotta feed. Learn tha' now."

"No!" The human side of Shiro began fighting for control. His body pulled harder and harder against the bonds as the two sides fought; one side for control, the other just to eat. Shiro got onto his feet, the demon side still in control, and ran towards his meal with a grin on his face. When the chains made him stop, he only pulled harder. He started twisting in all directions to fight the straight jacket. The internal battle made the pulls stronger and stronger each time.

Shiro's humanity would not give up. He had fought off the demon this far. He was making him weak by refusing to feed off blood. He just needed to put this other self into submission until Ichigo found the answer, but everything he had worked for was going to be shattered in moments. As much as he pulled back the other pulled foreword. The hunger was too strong.

"Resist all ya want, we will eat!" The other yelled to the human side of him. Shiro's eyes showed pure bloodlust. The irises were glowing so bright they looked like liquid gold. The gold was swirling with the duller yellow as the two sides fought for control. Pure insanity, instinct, and desperation was all that shown in them.

He let out an inhuman shriek and pulled harder. The harness keeping the jacket chained to the wall began to rip from the fabric. The seams began to pop at the shoulders with all the thrashing and twisting. Aizen watched in all awe. He knew the young man's other side was powerful but this was more than he ever imagined. To have so much power while being so starved was just amazing. This was much more than he ever expected. Aizen could only imagine what he would be at full power and transformation. But to do that and tame the demon, he needed to finish his work.

Suddenly Shiro stopped moving. He let out an inhuman wail and began to thrash side to in place. The wall began to crack around the hooks keeping the chains into the walls. Aizen stepped back slightly as the chain began to move. Shiro continued to wail and shriek but the stoic doctor seemed to be unfazed by the noise. With every tug the chains pulled from the wall more and more. The harness ripped farther and began to stick out of the jacket. One of the sleeves' seems was fully popped leaving the sleeve free and falling towards Shiro's hand.

"I need it… I need the blood! The flesh! The life!" Shiro's watery voice growled out. With one more strong tug, the harness ripped free from the jacket.

"NO!" the human side of Shiro called out but the demon in control pushed him away. With his arm's still trapped, Shiro leapt at the still bleeding corpse. The chair fell backwards and Shiro towered over the corpse straddling it. Shiro threw his head back and let out an insane laugh. With a smile on his face he sunk his fangs into the young girl's neck right on wound. He drank from the corpse. The still warm and sticky liquid quenched the burning thirst in his throat. Licking his lips, he dove back in a ripped a piece a flesh off. Grinning, he gnawed on the quickly cooling meat. Blood splattered and danced out as Shiro continued to rip into his meal with nothing more than his teeth.

Not minutes later, the young woman was nothing more than a heap of mangled flesh and bones. Shiro's snow white hair was drenched in blood. His skin and clothes was now splattered with it creating intricate patterns from head to toe. He licked his blood stained teeth turning them back to a dull white. His eyes still shone. A soft clapping got Shiro's attention and he snapped his head up at the sound. "That's a good boy," Aizen said with a smug look of pride. Shiro growled and pounced towards the doctor with a roar only to shriek out in pain and fall to the floor in a twitching mess. "Did you think it would be that easy to get at me?" Aizen produced a small controller from behind his back. When he took it out or where from Shiro didn't know. "I took extra precautions after what Ulquiorra reported back. There are electric pins surgically implanted into your body that I can control with this. Dr. Granz truly out did himself this time," Aizen smiled darkly, "So don't think you have any chance to get at me. And don't think I can't have control." He hit the button again and Shiro convulsed once again but this time he let out a scream that was truly human. Aizen however paid no mind to the sound and took his leave locking the door behind him.

Shiro, his human side now back in control, slowly got up from the floor. His entire body was shaking. The demon side inside of him was laughing uncontrollably. Once on his knees, Shiro slowly made his way to what used to be a young woman. He stroked what little hair was still on her head. He hung his head. Soft sobs and choked sounds escaped from his mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks and onto what used to be the woman's face.

AN: Hey guys. I thought about putting more with Ichigo finding out and Grimmjow getting yelled at but I just had to end this here. If people want that scene though, I'll put it in; if not then I might not. Please tell me if any of this got confusing or dragged and Ill fix it To anyone out there still reading this, I thank you. I have a feeling though my readers are dying down. But I will finish this if even some of you want it. I hate it when an author abandon's a story I really like so I won't do that. Anyway, thanks again and please review. I love you all!