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Chapter Two

…Previous chapter…

"Uhh…" Gin paused and rubbed his chin as though he had stubble, and then shrugged. "Not from what I recall; I don't remember him agreein' ta the offer."

"So…in short, you kidnapped him." Szayel sighed.

"…well ya don't have ta make it sound so bad." Gin whined at the accusation and pouted. Szayel rolled his golden orbs and walked over to the teen to begin to treat him. As Szayel assessed the boy, Gin sulked about being ignored. Szayel sighed after a few minutes then turned to the sulking fox in the corner. "If I may interrupt your lugubrious pity party… He has two cracked ribs, a sprained ankle, and as for the cut I will clean and then stitch the gash. You may go now." As soon as Szayel let the last word fall from his mouth he turned back to the boy and took the first aid kit hanging on the wall by the bed. He began to unwrap the now stuck make-shift bandages as Gin stole one last glance and then reported back to his colleague.

Oh would he enjoy this news.

Aizen was sitting in a plush chair in his office, casually reading a book as he waited for his colleague and friend. He couldn't remove his thoughts of the boy from his mind. Not that he wanted to…it's just hard to work on improving your business when all you can think about is how perfect the teen is. Everything about him was different, from his orange siren hair to his converse covered feet. He didn't hesitate to cut Aizen off, nor was he afraid to do so. He was confident, beautiful, and strong. Aizen was intrigued and stunned by the grace and beauty that only gods should've been able to summon. If he wasn't watching to see what the younger male could do, he would've personally tortured and killed the men who attacked him; a special slower than slow death for the one man with the pocket knife that attacked the berry. Aizen was almost unable to hold Gin back, because he wanted him to go kill the man.

Ichigo… The boy was something special and he could feel it. Before he could get more thoughts on the teen, there was a knock on the door, and Gin poked his head through the slightly ajar door. He looked happy, but when didn't he? Aizen waved him in with his usual smile. Gin walked in and shut the door behind him.

"I got his address just like ya wanted," Gin started to poke his fingers together. "And… I brought him here 'cause he passed out 'fore he reached the door. He's in the Healing and Research facility with Szayel right now." Aizen hummed in thought and then sighed.

"You did a good job. I want you to show him around. Perhaps try to convince him to join the Espada. Since he's here, we might as well show him what he could have. Maybe it will change his mind. Actually, I would like nothing more than for him to change his mind." The brunette placed his book down and marked his place with a book mark. Gin nodded and left the room to go back to the facility that held the fiery tempered teen. Aizen just looked out the window in his office. Oh how lucky he was to have gone on a walk the very same day the boy got in that fight. It must be fate.

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Gin walked into Ichigo's private room in the facility, and sat down in a stool not too far from the bed. He watched the boy as he slept; his scowl was banished from his features. His tanned skin was now showing bruises from the fight he was in not too long ago. The cut had been taken care of and was now bandaged. Ichigo just laid on the bed sleeping as Gin watched.

After a few hours, Gin was beginning to wonder if the boy had slipped into a coma. He hadn't moved an inch besides the rise and fall of his chest, proving he was breathing. Gin leaned closer to look at the boy, or to maybe confirm if he was actually alive. When Gin's hand hovered over the teens face, a hand shot up and grabbed his wrist. Burning, honey brown orbs glared back at him. Gin only smiled back.

"Well, looks like yer awake! That's great! I would be upset if ya ended up in a coma!" The grip on his wrist tightened harshly and his smile faltered for half a second. "My my, I ain't gonna hurt ya! I just want ta see if yer okay. I wouldn't hurt ya unless ya were an enemy, and ya ain't my enemy." His wrist was thrown roughly away from the teen and he rubbed the reddening skin gently. The kid's got a good grip. Ichigo threw the blankets off his body and swung his legs over the side of the bed opposite of Gin. Ichigo stood and kept the bed between them. His brown pools glared at Gin's slits.

"Where am I?" He growled out at the fox man.

"Well, yer at the Espada mansion and currently in the Healing and Research facility. I brought ya here after ya passed out from blood loss." Gin informed the teen.

"…I'm leaving." Ichigo snarled before he marched to the door, but Gin jumped in his way. "Move." He growled through his teeth at the man.

"W-Wait! I'm sure I can change ya mind 'bout joinin' the Espada if ya give me a chance!" Gin practically pleaded with a pout.

"…No."

"Please?"

"No." He growled in frustration.

"At least a tour!? C'mon, if ya don't want ta join ya can leave."

"…You won't leave me alone until I agree to this stupid ass tour, will you..?" The strawberry questioned with a sigh.

"Nope!" Gin chimed at the teen in front of him. Ichigo scrubbed a hand down his face and glared at the man with a nod. Gin wrapped his arm around Ichigo's shoulders and pulled him along out of the facility. He would probably get scolded by Szayel for taking the boy without his okay, but he didn't care.

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Gin brought the boy to the training room in the basement of the mansion, planning on showing him everything; until he bumped into a man with blue hair. Gin sighed and looked up at the man now in the way. He was 6'1", with a muscular build, but not to the point where it's ugly…like Yammy. Blue eyes stared down into a pair of glaring brown.

"Who's this?" The man with sky blue locks asked Gin.

"This might be the new fighter for the Espada, Ichigo Kurosaki." Gin informed and watched the shit eating grin form on the man's face. Ohhh no.

"This berry is gonna be the new recruit for the Espada!? Bahahaha! Yer fuckin' jokin' right? He already looks like he got his ass whooped! Do we recruit just anyo- AH! What the fuck!?" The man growled out, far too animalistic, as he hunched over holding his stomach from the quick jab the teen delivered with his good arm. It didn't phase the strawberry as he glared at the cat man.

"Don't call me berry, jackass. I don't even want to join your little group. I'm just taking the stupid tour so I can get the fuck out of here and back home!" Ichigo snarled to him.

"Grimmjow I would like if ya didn't start annoyin' him." Gin told him with a tight smile.

"Tch. Whatever," Grimmjow said as he rubbed his sore, bare abdomen. "But if ya join the team, 'm gonna be yer first fight." The blue haired male grumbled and stalked away.

"…Well that was pleasant… Is this supposed to make me want to join you or go home more?" The teen looked Gin's way, showing his un-amused expression. Gin chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck with his free arm. Well, Grimmjow didn't help any with convincing him to be an Espada.

"U-Uhmm… No that was an unexpected appearance from the Sexta Espada that I wasn't planning on."

"…The what?" Ichigo stared at the man, waiting for an explanation. Gin noticed and his smile grew bigger…if it could.

"Well, every fighter has their own rankin' numbers. Grimmjow is the Sexta which is the 6th fighter for the Espada. There are currently only six fighters out of the ten that use ta be."

"What happened to the other four?"

"…I think that's somethin' Aizen should explain. I don't think I should be tellin' ya that. Jus' keep in mind ta ask him later."

"Okay then…" Ichigo said in an awkward tone.

"…Oh! I know! Since Szayel will have my ass for takin' ya without his permission let me take ya to get somethin' ta eat! Tesla is the cook here and an amazing one at that!" As Gin was talking he was pulling Ichigo out of the basement, with a pair of green eyes watching them until they made it out of view.

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Gin and Ichigo step into the dining room, which connects to the kitchen through a pair of double swing doors, to see a tall man and a woman with green hair arguing. Ichigo stares at the situation playing out, wondering what the outcome will be. The tall man has black hair that hangs over his shoulders and an eye patch on his left eye. He was wearing stonewashed jeans along with a black hoodie; the word 'Quinto' in white on the bottom back of the hoodie. He was wearing a pair of black and blue Air Jordans on his feet. His skin is a pale peach color and he has a tattooed five on his tongue…ouch.

The woman he's debating with was standing low with her 5'9" to his 7'1/2" stature…but still she glared and argued with defiance and vigor. She has long sea-foam green locks that run down her back and over her left shoulder. Her bangs fall and crop her face, bringing out the color of her now burning hazel eyes. She has a hoodie on as well, but it's cropped up and shows her stomach and back, with gray capris that ends above her knees. She had donned on her feet a pair of black and white Rival Lo-Top Boxing Boots. Her tan skinned back had a big gothic three tattooed on the skin.

"What do you mean I don't deserve my ranking?" She hissed at the man, who scoffed and crossed his arms apparently feeling superior.

"Ya heard me bitch, I said ya don't deserve yer ranking because ya women can't fight like us men! Get it through ya thick ram skull of yers!"

"Nnoitra you pig faced bastard! Shut the hell up before I do it for you, Quinto!"

"Ohhh m'shakin' in my Jordans! What're ya gonna do? Paint my nails? Oh god, not tha nail polish anything but tha beauty supplies!" Nnoitra mocked, while visibly shaking to add insult to injury.

"You- Ugh! That's it! You're in for it now!" She snarled and Nnoitra visibly flinched, but recovered a few seconds later.

"Oh yea? What're ya gonna d-" He got cut off by a swift sucker punch to the jaw. The sound echoed the room and Ichigo would've felt some sliver of sympathy for the lanky man, now on the floor…if he wasn't practically asking for it. "Ow! Nelliel ya bitch!" He yelled while he rubbed his jaw as he lay on the floor. A slim man busted through the swing doors in a panic and was at Nnoitra's side in seconds flat. He has dirty blonde hair and bangs that are spiked up and he has an eye patch on his right eye. His brown eye held worry and concern as he checked over Nnoitra for anything wrong. Nnoitra slapped his hands away as he glared the dirty blonde's way. "The fuck ya doin'?! Quit putting' ya hands on me!" He growled out to the male who backed off.

"B-But Nnoitra-sama, I-I just wanted to m-make sure you weren't h-hurt…" The younger said with worry laced in his tone. Nnoitra glared until the smaller male cowered back towards the kitchen. "O-Okay Nnoitra-sama I'll get back to cooking!" He said as he ran inside the kitchen.

"…Wow you're a douche bag. If I were him I would have kicked you in your balls and called it a day… Asshole." Ichigo said after a moment of silence and all attention turned onto him from the two people in the room. The lanky male on the floor went to make a comment, when Nel ran on him in a haste to get to Ichigo, who jumped behind Gin to use as a shield. She smiled at him and held out her hand in greeting.

"Hi! I'm Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, What's your name?" She introduced and asked excitedly. Ichigo stared at her for a moment before slowly coming from behind his human shield.

"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, it's nice to meet y-" His sentence was cut off by a pair of very big breasts being shoved in his face. He struggled to get away from the hug in order to breathe, but she turned out to be pretty damn strong, much to his lungs displeasure.

"Ohhhh! Itsygo! Are you a new recruit!? I would love to have a gentleman around here! I only get to hang out with Stick man, Lazy ass, Kitty man, Dance freak, and Emo clown! Having you around will change that! What do ya say? Wanna be my friend? ...Itsygo?" She pulled him away and he went limp in her arms. She gasped and started to cry, then she gripped him in a harder hug and a pained cry escaped his lips. "Itsygo! You can't die now! You just got here! I can't be around these other guys anymore I need you!" She cried out as Gin looked nervously at Ichigo who was blue from air loss.

"Maybe if ya didn't strangle everyone wit yer tits ya stupid bitch!" Nnoitra scowled at her from his place at the table where he had his feet up.

"U-Um Nel-chan, maybe ya should put him down so he can breathe…" He said as he watched her let go and sniffle. Ichigo gasped about a few seconds later and then color slowly returned to his face.

"…Where did the light go? Oh come on! Don't tell me I'm in heaven and I'm still stuck here with you people!" Ichigo growled out in aggravation.

"No no, Ichi-chan ya didn't die ya just passed out from the loss of air in ya lungs."

"…Well how did that happen?" Gin's answer was to point at Nel, and Ichigo flinched at how close she was. Her big hazel eyes were glassed over and she sniffled at the berry. He sighed and then hugged her gently and she hugged him back as if he would disappear that very moment. "It's okay Nel… I'm fine, just a little light headed but I'll live. I've been through worse…" Ichigo comforted her while patting her back and hair…What? He doesn't like watching girls cry.

"Itsygo," She whined. "Will you keep in touch even if you don't join?" She looked up at him with her glossed eyes in hope…Ichigo couldn't say no. The strawberry rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh.

"S-Sure… here." He reached into his pocket and took out his phone and gave it to her. She gave him hers and they exchanged numbers. "Message me whenever… Okay?"

"Okay! Thanks Itsygo!" She hugged him tightly before switching their phones and running off with hers.

"Damn is she on steroids!?" Ichigo questioned Gin in shock, while regaining the favor of air in his lungs. "I still don't know how this is supposed to make me want to join the…what's it again?"

"Espada." Gin answered.

"Yea that. I don't want to join the group… I just want to be home. Alone." Ichigo sighed and looked about the dining room that no one but Gin, Nnoitra, and he occupied. "And what happened to feeding me before Azel came to kill you for-" The vibrant male was cut off by a growl.

"That's Szayel ya fuckin' idiot!" Nnoitra snarled before he got up and left. "Moron."

"…Well what crawled up his ass and died a horrible, painful death?" Ichigo stared at the door Nnoitra just stepped out of and questioned.

"The loveee bug. ~" Gin sang out and chuckled. A throat is cleared from the door way, catching the two male's attention. Szayel stood there, a faint blush on his cheeks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of nose as they glinted. Gin faltered when he saw him but quickly recovered at the sight blush across the medic's face. "Awww, Sza-chan caught the love bug too! ~" Gin sang much to the pink haired man's embarrassment. The medic then walked closer to Gin, with an aura that would put serial killers to shame. Gin slid behind Ichigo in hopes of a human shield…but that idea was shot down when Ichigo rolled his eyes and walked over to the table, preferring to sit in a seat at the table.

"So Gin," Szayel began and his glasses glinted as he pushed them up the bridge of his nose. "Why did you take my patient without my permission?" the pink haired male smiled, almost insanely at Gin, but then it faded almost too fast and he glared at the fox man. "Did you notice how pale he is? He should've been resting after passing out from blood loss but you, being the fool you are, take him out to show him around!" He started off in a threatening tone which towards the end changed to a growl. Gin chuckled nervously, before bolting out the dining room door with a pissed off Szayel hot on his heels.

Ichigo sat there for a bit before he sighed and looked around the dining room. He barely took in the room when the kitchen doors swung open. The teen looked over to see the dirty blonde from earlier carrying a platter with a steaming bowl, two glasses; one of water and the other Ichigo assumed to be juice…considering his condition, and a side plate in the shape of a rectangle with three onigiri toppled on each other like dominos. The male placed the platter down on the table and while he placed the items in front of the pale berry, he began to speak.

"I apologize for Nnoitra-sama's behavior in front of you. It wasn't the best first impression. My name is Tesla Lindocruz and I serve everyone in the house. Forgive me for eavesdropping, but I heard you were in need of some food. If you want anything more, please let me know Kurosaki-sama." With that said Tesla gave Ichigo a sweet smile, let Ichigo say his thank you, and then went into the kitchen.

The strawberry looked at the food; the bowl was a steaming pile of ramen cooked to perfection sitting in the broth. He picked up his chop sticks Tesla left by his bowl and snapped them in two for use. He picked up a decent amount of noodles and silently slurped them up, then was in heaven as soon as they made contact with his taste buds. Ichigo spent a while stuffing his face slowly savoring the heavenly taste. When he was finished he pulled out his wallet and placed down at least three thousand yen. What? He wasn't going to join them, so he wasn't going to owe them anything either.

He left the dining room and went into the hall. Ichigo walked around the large mansion, getting more and more lost by the minutes and seconds that ticked by. The vibrant teen eventually gave up trying to leave and sat down against the wall in the long hallway of doors.

Oh could this day get any better.

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Aizen walked from his room down the hall towards the kitchen. His mind was still littered with thoughts of the sweet succulent strawberry named Ichigo Kurosaki. His thoughts went from innocently being next to him, working with him, holding him, cuddling with the berry…to rated adults only with thoughts of the strawberry moaning underneath him as they make love. He couldn't help his train of thought; he was slowly becoming obsessed with this vibrant teen.

Speaking of the perfect strawberry, Aizen nearly faltered in shock at the sight of him slouched against a wall. Wow! what amazing luck to run into him now. He approached the teen that looked up at him with a scowl. Only if he would smooth out those features he could be more beautiful than he is now.

'Ohhh in due time, all in due time.' Aizen thought.

"What do you want..?" Ichigo growls out.

"Well I was just going to grab something to snack on when I found you. Do you need assistance? You look lost." Aizen comments, unfazed by the temper on the teen. The berry looked away turning as red as his name, clearly embarrassed.

"Well…Yes I need help." He muttered.

Could his day get any better?