Note: Somebody complained about the skimpy dress, that it makes you uncomfortable. Well then, it means I wrote that part well. But yes, well it's for the sake of plot.

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Chapter 3

Ichimaru guided her silently down the hall, it twisted and turned... Just like her stomach during dinner earlier, though unfortunately she never ate, so it was pretty uncertain that she would be fed tonight. Ichigo still had it in for him, making her wear this stupid piece of fabric. She could feel his eyes across her body when she sat next to Aizen.

"You know Ichigo-chan," Ichigo grimaced at that. "Grimmjow really appreciated what you were wearin. I saw him eyeing you all the while you were sitting pretty."

Ichigo didn't respond back to him. "I'm thinkin' that maybe we should change your outfit once more. What would you say to going out there naked–" He didn't get to finish he sentence before Ichigo's fist smashed into his jaw.

It only took her a few seconds to realize her mistake before Ichimaru recoiled and pinned her to the wall, he was crushing both her wrists, and his reiatsu flared. She realized that despite his easy going attitude, this was a killer after all, no mistaking it. And she was sure that her punch barely hurt him, he probably didn't expect it though. The smile he wore seemed painfully forced, would he beat her? She knew that if the man standing above her was Grimmjow she would be dead or worse.

But Ichigo couldn't read this man at all. He was an enigma, just like when she first saw him when they tried to infiltrate soul society.

Her left wrist was broken for sure.

"You really ruined everything."

What was that supposed to mean?

He let go of her and pushed her into the nearest room, which to her surprise was her own. The hallways move?

"Are you going to just leave me with a broken wrist? And what did you mean..." Ichigo was thrown on to her bed, she carefully held her wrist. As painful as it was, she didn't want to show him any tears.

Ichimaru turned to her, his grin was once again upon his face, still forced but with a glint of sadistic pleasure at the pain he had caused her.

"Well Ichigo-chan, I'm sure Aizen-sama will give me a scolding when he finds out. But this was just punishment, and a light one at that," he smiled down at her. "I guess I never told you, we, as in I and the Espada, can punish you if we decide that you've been naughty, we can't do permanent damage but I few broken bones..."

Ichigo scowled at him.

"It's best you remember that when Grimmjow watches you."

"Yea? Like I'm scared of him." Ichigo hid her pain, she wouldn't let Ichimaru or any of Aizen's lackeys walk all over her.

Sparing one last look over his shoulder, he left the room without another word.

Nnoitra showed up about an hour after, most likely from dinner, he didn't seem happy about having to watch her, he came in the room kicking around the chairs and table. Maybe for attention but Ichigo only looked at him a bit and went back to nursing her wrist.

It was a swollen purple mass at the end of her arm. Ichimaru hadn't sent anyone, she thought of telling whoever was watching her about it before she realized that person was Nnoitra. And from what she knew of him, he'd probably offer to break her other wrist so she could match.

But it hurt. Only ten minutes since the tall Espada had entered her room and she mustered up the resolve to ask for help. Nnoitra seemed to be angry at the wall as he glared at it intensely.

"Umm... Nnoitra..." She almost felt physically ill to her stomach saying it. "...sama."

He stopped trying to incinerate the innocent wall in front of him with his eye. "At least you know your place," she heard him mumble before he stood and walked to her bedside.

"What is it bitch?" Nonchalantly, he looked down at her. This is when Ichigo remembered the ugly dress she was still wearing. Of course he would be looking at her ass, the fabric had ridden way too high.

"My... wrist hurts." She released it and offered it up for him to see.

"Fuck, bitch what did you do to yourself? Are ya really that stupid?" He laughed when he saw the bruising.

"Definitely broken," he concluded when she let out a pained hiss when he tried to grab onto it.

"Aizens gonna have a fucking fit if you don't get this fixed. An' he's gonna blame it on me cause I'm the one thats supposed to be 'protecting you'," he hoisted her up, not paying much mind to her pain and started to drag her out of the room.

"Fuckin' women, bitching all the time but keepin' quiet when it's actually important."

She decided that she hated Nnoitra, and when she got her Shinigami powers back, she would beat the shit out of him. But even though she wouldn't forgive his sexist tendencies, she was glad that she at least was capable of not pissing him off today either.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Szayel's lab, he'll probably fix you better than whatever 'healers' are in Hueco Mundo."

And fix her he did, while being extremely creepy. Prodding her in places that weren't in need for attention. It only took him five minutes to inform Aizen and have her wrist mended. But then apparently he was given some orders to do a general check up on her.

And while the pink haired scientist did not seem to have any sexual inclinations, Nnoitra watching her off to the side was getting a bit sketchy. Like he wouldn't even try hiding how his head tilted to get a better view...

They left the lab, Nnoitra with a satisfied wide smile.

Ichigo hopped that he didn't get any ideas.

"So..." She tried to make small talk with him. "You're pretty strong right?"

"Fuck, you're trying to suck up to me?" He was still grinning though.

Ichigo wasn't sure if she should keep prodding, he was one of the more unstable ones. But he didn't seem to want to attack her.

"I am," he finished.

His eye met hers and then traced her figure. "You know what Bitch, you remind me a former Espada... Except you know your place," one of his long arms grabbed her waist and in one swift motion they were back in her room. She was nauseous though, this was Sonido right? But she could use Shunpo...

He tossed her on to her bed and she couldn't prevent her drowsiness from taking over.

The next day with Nnoitra wasn't so different from the first night, there was some active small talk where Nnoitra was a right pig. She had to ignore that though, because without Zangetsu, that weapon on his back would make short work of her. She met Tesra, Nnoitra's Fracción, whom Nnoitra had no problem punching to the floor when he though the blonde had said something offensive.

Ichigo couldn't understand how Tesra could stay loyal to that bastard.

The blonde had left eventually though, telling her that he had orders too.

"Do those Soul Society pussies have strong fighters?" Nnoitra had brought it up casually when he threw her lunch to the table. He sat across from her and tilted his chair back.

Ichigo bristled, he was fishing for information. But he didn't seem to smart.

"Yes..."

"Like who," he pressed impatiently.

"...You'd probably like fighting the captain of the eleventh division..." After all, they were both brutish.

"Ha! Thats what Tousen said to me, that bastard, so tell me pet, are you a strong fighter."

'Pet?' Ichigo fumed.

"No... I'm just lucky." Like he'd tell this psychopath her level of strength.

"Really... Cause we all saw your fight... You are lucky to still be alive that is, but Grimmjow is a weakling. Even with that number of his cause he's so damn stupid."

Before Nnoitra could continue the door to Ichigo's room opened and she tensed. Both Aizen and Gin entered, they seemed content and she was pretty sure that Gin had gotten off easily for breaking her wrist the night before.

"We brought you some new clothes strawberry," the silver haired man tossed her a package. Ugh, another tiny dress. She was just getting used to the side glances she was getting in this one.

"Nnoitra, you may leave and return tonight."

Without a word Nnoitra stood and left, his usual smile gone.

This chapter was blegh. But the stuff with Nnoitra is important, I promise. Legit promises here, or I would not have written it.