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I'm glad people are enjoying my story~!
As many have noticed, Aizen is being mean to Ichi. I Make Aizen mean. ^.^
Aizen: Oh really? What made you think you were the one pulling the strings?
I uh, yeah. Save it for the internet memes. *Pushes Aizen back into the computer*
Now onto the story!
First of all, it is going to have a time skip. Yeah, hate on me for it. Go ahead. If I wrote the three weeks I skipped, it would be a bit repetitive. So I have the first part explaining what happened in the time skip.
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Chapter 3: Awoken
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3 weeks later
Ichigo trusts Aizen. He trusts him deeply, so much that if Aizen said it would help, he would jump off a cliff. It is, however, an illusion. Ichigo is a victim to Aizen's hypnosis. He thinks the bruise on his inner arm was from a baseball bat and the light headedness a side effect from not eating enough. But of course, it was all a trick, an illusion. Ichigo was under a spell. "Absolute Hypnosis."
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"I realize we are running out of time, but he is very close to waking."
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"Of course I realize the conference is in 5 days."
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"Listen to me, when I say close, I mean close. He is nearly conscious, and as soon as he wakes, I will use my hypnosis to get him to bestow his gift to me. Then you can have your revenge, and we will move onto the next phase of our plan."
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"The key? Why, my next door neighbor. He is so deeply under my spell, and "He" reacts greatly to his blood, for some reason, not sure, but I'm not complaining."
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"Right."
Aizen hung up the phone, sighing deeply, and blissfully. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. Everything was falling into place.
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Ichigo awoke refreshed. Sitting up and stretching, he felt like he was in a musical, and in any second he would have to break into song and go on about how great a day it was. It really was a good day. He hummed in the shower, washing away all of his sticky, stinky sweat, from a dream he had last night. He didn't remember it really, but he felt like that was a good thing and he was not that upset about it.
As he exited the shower, he took a couple of Advil out of the cabinet and swallowed them, slurping water from the tap to wash them down. It may have been a good day, but that didn't change the fact of his light headedness, or headache.
Putting on some loose pants and shirt, he exited the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen. As he began to cook, he looked over at the empty table, just a bit longingly.
"Yo Ichi! You better be making some of that food for me, I'm as hungry as a starved cat!"
The flash of his past had Ichigo looking down slightly, his brown eyes gleaming with sadness. Slowly, he parted his lips. "Grimmjow…" He whispered.
It then hit Ichgio how he had not thought about his past lover in some time. Thinking back on it, he really could not remember what had occupied his mind up to today. He was working with Aizen, on his depression from Grimmjow leaving. But, what else? What had he done for fun, for work? What had he been doing!?
The blankness in Ichigo's mind made him nuts.
Suddenly, his Headache got way worse, forcing him to sit, gripping his head.
"Ichigo…"
A knock at his door brought him out of his mini-melt down. He stood, grabbing a couple more pain killers on his way to the door.
When he saw who was on the other side, he smiled. "Doctor, hi." He said softly. Aizen pushed up his glasses, "I realize our appointment is in two days, but I was a bit worried about something, so I would like to push it to today. Is that alright with you?"
Ichigo was a bit surprised, but nodded. "Sure, but I was about to eat, can I come over in a half-hour?"
Aizen sighed. "Alright."
"Thanks."
Ichigo slid his door shut, wondering what Aizen could possibly be worried about.
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As Aizen let Ichigo into his apartment, he made eye contact, noticing how his hold on the man had weakened for some reason. It didn't matter really; he would be disposed of soon enough. Unneeded, trash. Simply a can of juice that was now empty.
Ichgio sat down in his usual spot. "Okay, so what where you worried about?" He asked, sighing deeply.
Aizen, making sure his Façade was intact; he sat down across from his patient. "You see-"Aizen was cut off by the ring of his own cell phone. "Damnit." He cursed under his breath, about to Ignore the call, but seeing who it was immediately stood up. "I will be right back, Ichigo. I really need to take this call." The doctor said leaving Ichigo alone.
A couple seconds passed silently, with Ichigo looking down at his hands.
"Ichigo… Can you hear me?"
The orengette didn't show any signs of hearing the voice, but he did lean back, looking at the ceiling had seen so much before.
"Damnit! Snap out of his damn spell!"
Ichigo yawned.
The source of the voice got an idea.
"Waterfalls! Stream! Drip Drip! Sprinkle! River! Water!"
"Damnit, I have to piss!" Ichigo thought getting up from the couch and heading toward the bathroom. He remembered right where it was from when this was Grimmjow's apartment. When he was done and exiting the bathroom, his eyes wandered to the door across from the bathroom.
A smile crept onto his lips. It was Grimmjow's guest room. They had had some fun in there. Walking slowly up to the door, he thought about how the room must have changed now that Aizen was living here. Slowly, he began turning the knob.
The first thing that greeted his eyes where wires, everywhere. All connecting to a tank… The tank! It still had a sheet over it, but a light on behind it was silhouetting a form inside that looked vaguely human.
Taking slow, tenitive steps, he made his way across the room to the tank. He gripped the sheet, ready to finally rid him of the curiosity that had plagued him for so long.
In a flutter of sheet, Ichigo managed to fall backward, landing on his butt. Ignoring he looked up at the tank.
He saw the most beautiful being ever. Pale white skin, that almost seemed to glitter in the water. A white shihakshu floated almost magically around him, along with his butt length, pure white hair.
And, slowly, the albino's eyes opened.
"Ichigo…"
This time, the Oringette heard him. "Who are you?" he asked, almost whispering, a bit flabbergasted.
"Now is not the time. I need to know, will you accept my gift?"
"I don't even know who you are! Your name! What do you mean by Gift?"
"My name is Hichigo Shirosaki, or Shiro, and my gift is a Gift of power. The chain of Fate."
"Chain of Fate?" Ichgio asked, nervous.
"Yes."
"How can I trust you?"
"Tell me, what do you remember of the last 3 weeks?"
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"Exactly. Aizen has a number of gifts, one of them being perfect hypnosis, the ability to control all 5 senses,"
"So he has been controlling me this entire time? Why?"
"You're Blood."
"My… Blood?"
"Yes, your blood is thinly related to an ancient blood line, I am… familiar with. For a while, I thought you where someone else, but recently I met you in your dreams… you don't remember because of Aizen, but he tricked me into awakening, he plans on making me give him my gift, a thing I can only bestow on one person, and I want that person to be you."
"Why me?"
"Because, you-"
"Oh, ho. What do we have here? Finally awake, Shirosaki? It's about time."
"Do not look him in the eyes, Ichigo! That's how he casts the spell!"
Ichigo looked down, diverting his eyes.
"Giving him pointers, Shirosaki? That won't help. I will dispose of him, and then it'll be your turn. Soon, I will be completely demon, and then I will rule this world.
"Quickly Ichigo! Before he kills you! Do you accept my gift!?"
Ichigo stood quickly, looking Shiro in the eyes. "Yes."
Instantly, glass shattered, spraying everywhere, along with water. And a pain blossomed in Ichigo's chest. Looking down, he saw a white blade protruding from his chest, right where his heart was. "Why…" he said as he fell backwards, sliding off Shiro's sword.
Shiro stood up, Liquid dripping off every part of him. "You lost, Aizen. The Gift is his."
Aizen's smile twisted into a sneer. "No! You know I'm not done; a gift can be passed on from host to host! I'll make him give it to me! He is still under my spell!"
"Wrong." Shiro said picking up Ichigo, whose blood began dripping down his Shihakshu. "The spell was broken as Ichigo starts his new life."
Aizen's eyes widened. "You didn't! You... little!" Aizen shot forward, a blade forming in his hands. "I'll get you for this!"
But Shiro was gone. A broken window in his place, and a breeze that clung to the air.
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