"Kurosaki Ichigo. It has been a long time since we last met. Tell me, have you changed your mind of switching sides yet?" The captain smiled as he saw the teenager reach out for his zanpaktou with his left hand. The two behind him were repeating the action, but were more hesitant to do so.

"Don't bother," Ichigo ordered without looking back, "Just get out of here as fast as you can. He just wants to talk to me, for now."

"There's no way we're going to let some traitor captain sit around and talk to you! If we kill him now, then we can settle all of this quicker!" Renji argued and began to say his Shikai release.

"No! Just leave now! Get out of here before you get hurt!" the orange haired traitor yelled, turning his back for a minute to face his friends. Rukia watched as the glasses wearing captain brought out his zanpaktou. He held it in the air for a second and suddenly charged forward towards her friend. The petite shinigami brought herself in front of Ichigo in his surprised and guarded the attack for him. The traitor captain jumped back as the her falsely accused lieutenant began to get more serious and finally released his sword from its wrappings.

Renji attacked with his now released Zabimaru. The blade stretched forward and attempted to slash the man in front the them. Aizen dodged to the left swiftly and without missing a beat, ran after Rukia. Her sword was soon released into its beautiful, pure white form and a blast of ice was thrown towards him. Aizen tried his best to defend from the ice attack, but was still mildly injured in a few places injured and was stunned for a few seconds.

Ichigo rushed forward to attack while the soon-to-be traitor was still recovering from the attack, hoping to gain another hit on him. The man, unfortunately, saw through the attack quickly brought his sword to meet with Ichigo's blade. Sparks flew from the iron blades' contacts and he pushed the young adult away with a little more strength. The red had smiled and got back into his fighting stance.

"You're better than I had imagined," Ichigo commented. Aizen didn't add any kind comment to the conversation and disappeared in a single Flash Step. He suddenly appeared right behind the orange haired teenager and prepared to land a fatal strike.

"Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!" Rukia chanted as six bars of light appeared and attached themselves to Aizen's waist leaving the fifth division squad captain unable to move. Renji charged forward and attacked with full strength. Aizen began to struggling against the binding with his spiritual pressure and successfully released himself before the red head had a chance to attack him. The reiatsu released by the fifth division captain had made a shockwave causing everyone else to take a half step back and Renji to be blown away from the captain.

Ichigo was the first to recover from the blast of reiatsu and released a small Getsuga Tensho at the man. The brunette captain, who was recovering from releasing so much reiatsu at once, didn't see the attack quickly enough and took the attack directly.

"Alright, Ichigo!" Renji cheered as he relaxed a little after feeling the fifth division captain's reiatsu begin to fade away a little. The captain was thrown across the warehouse and had landed harshly into a wall. The impact wasn't strong enough to cause a hole in the wall, but managed to create rubble to surround him. Renji knew from first hand experience that Ichigo's Getsuga Tensho had the potential to kill anyone if hit at the right position.

The trio walked closer to the captain to examine the damage made by Ichigo to Aizen. The man was bleeding from the scar Ichigo had created and it flowed everywhere around him. His glasses were broken and his face made him look as if he wasn't going to betray Soul Society after all. But Rukia and Renji knew the truth and refuse to give in to the captain's deception.

It was fact that whether they kill him now, or leave him here, there was no mistake that he was going to die. He had already lost a lot of blood and would most likely die from the blood lost if left alone. Renji brought up his sword and prepared to bring the final swing of his sword against the once presumed dead man.

"Sayonara, traitor," Renji said and lowered his sword for the kill. Rukia watched intently at the now sealed blade her old friend held. He said the words with no grief and was resolutely prepared to kill the bleeding man. But the blade never even reached Aizen's skin.

Behind Renji was Ichigo with his hand on the red head's shoulder. At first glance, Rukia had thought that he would rather have the captain suffer to his death, however cruel that may had been. But when Renji fell to the ground with his eyes rolling into his head, Rukia quickly grabbed for her sword.

"R-Rukia, is that you?" the violet eyes of the raven haired noble flew to the man in the rubble. Her legs began to fail her as she saw that the man that had once been Aizen in her eyes had transformed into the friend she was trying to save in the same sorry state as the captain. Her head was turned suddenly as the so-called Ichigo was transformed into the traitorous captain in perfect condition.

The brunette captain smiled evilly and knocked the girl into a nearby wall. Rukia screamed in pain from the impact and felt the darkness around her destroying her vision.

"I'm terribly sorry Rukia Kuchiki. I would had love to see your reaction in killing your best friend, but it seem I will need him alive for my plan to continue in action. I hope your brother will forgive me," he apologized with a mocking bow. The world around her suddenly went black as Rukia could only utter a single word.

"Okaa-san," she said, knowing that she wouldn't be around to help her out now. Her body went limp as Ichigo screamed in horror of the condition of his two comrades.

"Leave them out of this Aizen! They did nothing wrong!" Ichigo yelled, struggling to keep himself awake in life.

"I would normally respect your request, but it seems that you have brought this trouble upon yourself. You told them our little secret, and now they have to pay the price. Unless, you would like to pay for them with your life," Aizen smiled. Ichigo felt he was torn between two sides of his friends and the lives of Soul Society.

"Answer quickly. It seems to be that your father already knows a great deal also. He would have the same fate as your friends, you know. It would be ashame for your sisters if they would suddenly find out they were orphans and your mother to know that both her husband and son are dead," the traitor commented. The amber eyes of the lieutenant closed in shame as he agreed to Aizen's terms.

The man crouched down to eye level of the teenager. Ichigo opened his eyes in hate for the traitor.

"That's a very wise decision, Ichigo. Now, do you remember our plan how everything is supposed to go from here on?" Aizen asked in a calming voice.

The orange haired teen nodded.

"That's very good. Now let's get you healed up. It would be ashame if you were to die on me. And then, we can get started with the show. You don't know how long Gin has been waiting for this," Aizen smiled and began restoring Ichigo to his full health.

Gin was a very smart man. In fact, he was a child prodigy back when he was a kid in the academy. And in his own honest opinion, he was even smarter than the far too serious Toshiro Hitsugaya of tenth division, even if he didn't earn a captain position right on the spot. But like most men in Seiretei when it came to women, especially to women like Ichigo's mother and Rangiku, he was at a total loss. At times like these, the third division captain wished that Izuru was still loyal and by his side to give him helpful advice.

He had only planned so far as to what to do. He had thought that the mother would have developed Ichigo's youngest sister's personality and that she would be soft-spoken and quiet. But it seems that it was from the mother that he earned his fiery personality.

"Why have you kidnapped me?" she yelled furiously. The mother certainly had his old third seat's temper.

"I guess you can say I owe a little favor for your son. He only asks that I will reassure you your safety while your not-so-wonderful stay here. Your son, on the other hand, may or may not survive his trip here and that is something I cannot do anything about. And will you please stay quiet, I don't need anyone searching my room for strange visitors," Gin explained. If he could slap himself in the face without making him look like a complete fool in front of the caramel haired woman, he would have done so. It was one of his many bad habits of talking in frustrating riddles and half answers, even if it was a life or death situation. His playful attitude didn't seem to want to leave him when he wanted it to.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean he might not survive?" Masaki asked, trying to keep her tone down to whisper. Her hate had diminished some due to feeling the guilt of her captor, but the mother was still wary of the fox faced captain. Something about him just screamed that he wasn't someone to be trusted.

Gin looked at the time and wondered if he would have enough time to tell the whole and true story to the human mother. He thought against it and decided to just give her a summery of what happened. It would not only save time, it would probably save his head from being sliced cleanly off by his previous captain.

"During the six years your son has been in Soul Society, Captain Aizen has taken an interest in him. He trained him so he could graduate the Academy as fast as he could. Two years later, he was admitted into my division as my third seat. After a little...'incident'... Ichigo was transformed into a Hollow and Shinigami hybrid. We trained him on how to use his Hollow powers properly and other techniques such as Kido and Sonido. But then he suddenly turned on us just over a year ago due to his conscious growing on him.

"It turned out that Captain Aizen didn't really like that. So he modified his original plan so that all of this would happen and your son will return to our side, by force if needed. But Aizen isn't going to have him go unpunished like this. If everything goes like it's supposed to, then there's a large chance that your son will be a dead man by the end of this. Your husband probably already knew about this and thought that you wouldn't be able to handle the news," Gin explained. Masaki was lost after her captor said hybrid.

The revelation of her son's past was huge news to her. Everything was suddenly making sense and connecting to each other. Her son's unusual behavior at home, her husband's reason to her kidnapping, and the false crime Ichigo was accused of. She sat down on a nearby chair and tried to regain her thoughts. Her brown eyes looked at the smiling captain in a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"Why?" she asked the captain. Her voice almost failed to ask that simple question.

"Why what?" Gin asked. He was hoping that she didn't want an answer to why his previous captain wanted her son so badly.

"Why are you telling me this? Aren't you one of the bad guys like Aizen? Won't he kill you or something if he finds out that you told me?"

Gin turned away to look out the window. Night was approaching and it was almost time for him to come back on stage with Izuru.

"Your son... is a good kid. It wouldn't be good on my conscious if he were to die on me. I'm not too fond of sad stories, you see," Ichimaru answered quietly. He walked to his desk and began stacking papers on his desk.

Masaki looked at the captain curiously. He suddenly went from a playful attitude to a serious and calm demeanor in a matter of seconds.

"And besides, I'm not too good at following orders either. It makes all of this so dull. Perhaps, something like you will make it a little more interesting," the third division captain looked up from his work to face the caramel haired woman with his eyes slightly opened. He had a true smile on his face. He walked forward without another word towards the door. His zanpaktou was in his hands, no doubt he was completing the next task in Aizen's plans.

The fox faced captain left the room to leave the caring mother alone in his room without another word. The door was purposely left open and the window was unlocked. Masaki walked towards the silver haired captain's desk in subtle curiosity and saw a small photo hidden beneath a pile of paper work. She lifted the stack carefully and pulled out the picture. Masaki curiosity only rose as she saw it was dated July fifteenth.

It was of her son, Gin, and another blond man she didn't know of, smiling into a camera they had gotten from the Human World with the remains of a birthday cake for the carrot top child. All three of them were covered in frosting from one of the most destructive food fights in history, but none seemed to care much of it.

On the back was the familiar but sloppy handwriting of her son.

Thanks for the party, Onii-san. I'm really glad that we're friends. ~Ichi-chan.

The mother smiled and found a piece of unused paper on the desk of the third division captain. She scribbled a note onto the piece of stationery and hid it beneath the photo in the pile of paperwork that had failed to hide the photo from her. The sun was just finally setting and would give her enough time to find her husband. She held tight to the charm in her hand and jumped out the window. From the information Gin gave her, it would be soon before fifth division captain would make his move. She could only hope that she won't find anymore trouble until then.

Pacing wasn't one of Isshin's favorite pass times, but it would suffice his need to do something while he waited. The minute he left the battlegrounds, Nanao had appeared and reported of losing Masaki to Gin Ichimaru. Kyoraku volunteered to search for the third division captain, much to Isshin displeasure, and left his lieutenant to watch over the fretting husband.

"Please, just stay calm. I'm sure that my captain is already on his way back with your wife at hand," Nanao calmed while pushing her glasses to a better position.

The older man completely ignored the bookworm and continued to trace his wife's spiritual pressure while pacing. From his knowledge, Gin was a captain to be wary about. Urahara had mentioned that he was a child prodigy under Aizen's guidance and command. It didn't help that the shopkeeper had said that the third division captain was almost always bored and used his morbid sense of humor to amuse himself.

"Isshin," the eighth division captain said as he suddenly appeared from no where. The straw hat on his head was tilted forward and caused a shadow to cover his eyes. It was a sign for bad news.

"Where is she?" the medic asked, looking around to make sure that she wasn't just hiding from him.

"I can't find her anywhere. I'm sure that you can't even sense where her spiritual pressure had gone to. Wherever she is, that third division captain seems to have kept her in a safe place. No one seems to have seen her either so she seems to be safe for now. I'll keep you informed with what I know as best I can. Right now, you should be out finding your son and getting out of here. Things are only going to get wilder from here. I hear that something big is going to happen and I'm not too sure that it's going to be good" Kyoraku said, hiding his face from the medic's glare.

The ex-Shinigami sighed, not knowing what to do next. He knew his wife could take care of herself, but the possibility that she might be used to lure Ichigo into some kind of trap was too great. Rukia was probably out there somewhere too along with Ganju and Yoruichi and they don't even know about the kidnapping of his wife.

"Thanks then. I'll be going on ahead," Isshin said and left the eighth division members staring. Nanao sighed at the fading reiatsu going towards the safe house her captain had just investigated.

"That idiot. Just save Ichigo and find the others later," the glasses wearing girl sighed.

"Don't be quick to judge him. He's a smart man. And besides, Ichigo won't be getting into too much trouble anytime soon. He may be his son, but he's a lot more responsible than his father," the captain smiled, "You can come out, Captain Kurotsuchi." Nanao widen her eyes to look behind to her to see nothing but a wall.

But soon enough, a man appeared wearing black and white make-up all over his face. The sight of him made the eight squad lieutenant shiver in fear. Beside him stood a girl of young age without any emotion to show. Her uniform was slightly modified and wore a skirt.

"That was Isshin Kurosaki, wasn't it, the father of Ichigo Kurosaki?" the mad scientist asked, not bothering to say any kind of greetings.

"I'm not telling. You were here the whole time too. Why don't you answer yourself?"

The twelfth division captain smiled and completely ignored the other captain's remark.

"Interesting. And it seems that my predictions were true. Come Nemu, there are a few things I would like to do at the lab," Mayuri ordered.

"Yes Mayuri-sama," the lieutenant answered and walked away with her father.

The bookworm lieutenant watched as the Kurotsuchi family disappeared to their barracks and wondered what her captain had in mind.

"It seems that we should leave too," Kyoraku said, beginning to leave to area.

"Captain, what do you plan to do now?" Nanao asked.

"Nothing,"

"Excuse me?"

"Aizen is a very smart and deceptive man. He is expecting everything and anything we will and could do. If we do anything, we don't know if we're going to hurt him or aid him in his plans. I already made a mistake with that man. I'm not going to make another one," the eight division captain explained. He began walking away towards his own barracks before he sensed another spiritual pressure coming towards them.

"Nanao! Watch out!"

The lieutenant barely registered her captain's words before said captain had tackled her out of the way of a wave of reiatsu. Kyoraku stood up to face the source of the attack. Out from the smoke walked out a shinigami in its full uniform. He held out his black katana and turned around to face the captain.

"Who exactly are you?"

As more of the figure became visible, the less the eight division captain wanted to know the answer to his question. His face was finally reveled to show that he was a wearing a bone white mask with several red stripes on the left side.

"Hollow? Or are you a Shinigami?"

The smoke finally disappeared to show the stunning orange hair.

"My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. Prepare to die," the figure said with no emotion and rushed forward to attack.