WARNING!!: Extreme angst ahead!

Chapter 11: Reunion

Byakuya and Unohana were briskly walking through a hallway somewhere in the 12th Division Headquarters when they came across the cage where Neliel lay unconscious.

"Byakuya! There she is!" Unohana pointed and they walked right towards the cage to inspect the unconscious former espada for further injuries.

Sure enough, there were many third degree burns, pitch black bruises, infected open sores, and deep scarlet gashes all over her seemingly broken body. Her worst injury of all would have to be the wound near her forehead, where her mask was fractured. Unohana had reckoned that her skull was fractured as well, for it was bleeding heavily through the wound and there was a yellow tinge on the skin surrounding the wound.

"You take her out of there and heal her," Byakuya directed with his sullen and cold voice, "I will keep watch."

Nodding, Unohana pointed a finger at the lock of the cage and whispered, "Hadou 4 – Byakurai." A small yet powerful, lightning-like bolt zapped from the tip of her finger and destroyed the lock, allowing her access to Neliel's cage.

She immediately opened the cage and pulled the limp body out, cradling it in her arms before setting it down. Then she held out her hands above the body and began the healing process.

"Is she even alive?" Byakuya silently asked and Unohana replied, "Yes, she is just very weak and injured right now. It shouldn't take as long to heal the rest of her body, but her head needs more work. Keep watch for anyone who comes, Byakuya." Without question, Byakuya did as he was told and his comrade continued her healing.

Grimmjow panted as he glared his opponent down. It was like he was fighting against not one, but four incredibly powerful opponents with weapons about five times as sinister and vicious as his own katana.

However, he would not give up. He had to keep on fighting this guy until the end, until there was one of them standing, and he was confident enough that that one standing would be him.

But the question still remained: how could he get past a maniac with four incredibly violent scythes?

"What's with the glare, huh Grimm?" Nnoitra questioned as he readied his scythes for more action. "Pondering how yer gonna get past me and reunite with yer precious Neliel? Don't make me laugh! Yer a rank below me, and I cankick yer ass with three of my arms tied behind my back."

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed. "Don't be overconfident! I know I can defeat you. After all, I am the king!" He lunged towards his enemy with the stamina of a panther, katana poised to strike once more.

Nnoitra rolled his eyes. "Not this bullshit again."

He blocked the attack and countered with one of his scythes but Grimmjow dodged and attacked again, only to be parried away once again. He tried to go for Nnoitra's neck since he knew that that was one of their weak areas, but the fifth espada's praying-mantis-like arms formed an almost impenetrable shield, blocking every attack that came to his throat.

Grimmjow growled with frustration as he fired five razor-sharp, explosive darts but they were parried away immediately.

"Yer never gonna win, Grimm!" Nnoitra laughed to his opponent's dismay as he blocked every attack that Grimmjow had given to him. "Might as well give up now while ya can still breathe!"

"I don't know how to give up!" Grimmjow roared. He roared once again; this time destructive sound waves erupted from his body and pushed Nnoitra back in with surprise, managing to slice a little bit through his hierro.

"Nice try, Grimm! Not bad at all, but I think that it's my turn now!" With super speed, Nnoitra used sonido to burst forth towards his opponent and attempted to slice him up with his scythes.

Grimmjow tried to block each one with his super speed and reactivity. However, he missed a few and the scythes that he could not defend against sliced through his already tough hierro, splashing blood everywhere.

Nnoitra laughed at his dismay. "Ya can't defend against four, Grimm! It's too bad. This is the last chance to give up before I kill ya!" He waved a couple of his scythes in front of his face in a quick motion to prove his point.

Wounds oozing with blood, Grimmjow panted. What was he going to do? Nnoitra had always been slightly more powerful than he was ever since the beginning and the frustration was really starting to get to him.

Even if he tried to slice off one of those arms, more would grow back with instant regeneration. Even if he tried to disarm his opponent, another weapon would appear in his hand within seconds. All four scythes act as powerful shields as well as weapons and he was quite fast with the defensive, so reaching his throat would be nearly impossible.

There was probably one move left to do, but would Nnoitra slice through it like Ichigo had done during their last fight? It was possible.

Maybe if Grimmjow did a combo that consisted of that technique? He had remembered that his ultrasonic roar had managed to push his adversary back, giving him slight injuries. After all, Nnoitra boasted that his hierro was the toughest of all the espada, but if an ultrasonic roar could do it, then he would drop his guard down for an instant to defend against it, giving Grimmjow a small opportunity to strike with Desgarron-and-sonido combination. It could do it!

The corners of Grimmjow's mouth pulled back as far as they could.

Nnoitra narrowed his eyes. "What ya think yer doin'? Ya think you have a plan of defeating me or somethin'? If you do, then I'll crush it!"

Grimmjow laughed in response. "Let's see you try."

Pulling his head back, he let out a horrendously loud roar, even more deafening and violent than before. Nnoitra winced and struggled to defend against it, having the sound waves rip deep gashes through his hierro as though it were the toughest canvass.

Using sonido, Grimmjow burst to another corner of the room, and his claws grew longer and sharper. He slashed them in front of him, creating ten tear-like, destructive beams of energy that stretched out to all corners of the room. He whipped the beams back and forth, slicing through everything they could touch.

Nnoitra struggled to defend himself against these beams, only to lose an arm and then another. However, before he could use instant regeneration to grow them back, several beams whipped through his neck and half of his head, beheading him and splitting the head in half.

With one final whipping motion, Grimmjow tore the body into shreds, making sure that even instant regeneration would save his life, and his opponent evaporated into thin air. He roared with maniac laughter as the beams faded, cheering in triumph as he had finally completed the one goal that he had for a very long time.

"I DID IT!!!!" He roared with great accomplishment. "THE BASTARD WON'T BOTHER NELIEL AND I ANYMORE! HE WILL NO LONGER BE IN OUR WAY! !!!!!!!!!!!! I AM THE KING! NO ONE WILL STAND IN MY WAY!!!!!!!!" Reiatsu burst around him as he revelled in his achievement.

Not too far away, in his laboratory, Mayuri Kurotsuchi was monitoring the violent attacks that every shinigami was making against the espada, Gin, Tousen, and his subordinates when loud, shrill laughter startled him.

"What the?" Mayuri stood up and he turned to Nemu. "Nemu! You ungrateful whore! Go see what that fucking commotion is!"

Nemu bowed in an affirmative response when someone familiar came to block her way. "I don't think so."

Mayuri gaped in shock when he discovered who the intruder is. "Kisuke!" He exclaimed as he froze on the spot.

"It has been a long time, Kurotsuchi," Urahara calmly noted as he held his zampakutou in front of him. "However, I managed to appoint you as second-in-command of the Bureau of Development and Research a hundred years ago in order to give you your freedom, and this is how you repay me?"

Mayuri was about to speak, but Urahara interrupted him as he continued. "You manage to succeed me as the head chief of this place as well as the captain of the 12th Division, and then you end up betraying Soul Society and me by working with Aizen all this time? You had any idea how much I was put through? How everything that that bastard had done had made me a criminal, and you, the one whom I had trusted the most all of these years, and been working with him the entire time?! Words can't express just how disappointed I am in you, Mayuri. Now that I confront you about this, it's time for me to pay you back in full for what you had done."

The 12th Division captain sneered. "I never asked to be let out of that prison cell in the first place. You brought this on to yourself."

Urahara continued to glare at his former subordinate icily. "I will never forgive you for everything you had done, Kurotsuchi. It's time for you to wish that I had never given you your freedom." He swished his zampakutou in a sweeping motion. "Sing, Benehime!"

Nemu screamed as she ran for cover while a crimson, cero-like beam shot out of the former captain's zampakutou, destroying countless apparatuses and high-tech machines. Mayuri growled as he struggled to block the attack but was pushed back against another one of his monitor screen, seething in agony as the powerful attack pinned him against the screen.

It did not take anymore than an hour until Neliel had awoken from unconsciousness, sighing and groaning from her fading injuries. Her head, however, pounded and throbbed as though she had a hangover. She could barely see through Unohana's hands as she continued to try to heal the massive injury.

"Oh, good morning there," the healer captain smiled. "Please don't move, Neliel-san. I am doing whatever I can to heal your injury."

She swallowed a large lump in her throat as she allowed the captain to heal her. "Why are you saving me?" she whispered.

"Because Grimmjow-kun told me to," Unohana replied. "He found your katana over there," she jerked her head slightly to the katana leaning against the nearby wall, "and had asked Byakuya and I to find you and heal you in any way necessary."

"G-Grimmjow is still alive?" Neliel timidly wanted to know. She remembered the dreadful news that Mayuri had given her earlier that he would be ambushed at any given moment. Her eyes began to fill with tears of worry. If something happened to her Grimmjow…

"Yes, he is." The heavy burden began to lift off of the former espada's chest as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"But he is fighting against that espada that attacked him," Unohana continued as Neliel gasped once again. She gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. He is still alive. The fighting seemed to have stopped because I can only sense his reiatsu and not the other espada's reiatsu."

Neliel smiled softly in relief. So Grimmjow had managed to defeat Nnoitra once and for all, didn't he? She was so proud of her boyfriend, but she missed him dearly.

"He will be here any moment." Unohana finished her healing and offered Neliel a hand to help her up. With slight hesitation, the very timid woman held onto it and slowly stood up.

That was when she heard voices around the corner. "She's alright. Just go around the corner and you will see her," Byakuya whispered, "Are you okay yourself?" Brief silence. "Okay then, go and see her. She should be fully healed by now. The shinigami captain that healed you earlier, Unohana, had been healing her nonstop the past hour."

Neliel's breath caught in her throat as she silently hoped, prayed that that was Grimmjow. More tears welled in her eyes as she waited, anxiously.

That was when she saw him. Grimmjow appeared from around the corner, still in his resurreccion form. He was bleeding from certain areas, but there was a proud stare in his eyes and his back was straight. His cat-like tail twitched from behind him and his eyes softened as he saw his beloved Neliel.

"Grimmjow," Neliel whispered as she ran to him.

"Neliel," Grimmjow whispered back as he let her come into his arms, swinging her around twice before holding her as tight as he could, as though she were an extension of him.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. "Grimmjow! You're alright! Oh Grimmjow! I was so worried, but I am so grateful you came for me!"

Her boyfriend tried to stop himself from crying, but a couple of tears slipped out from his eyes as he caressed her back. "Thank god, you're okay," he whispered softly in her ear. He brushed his lips against hers and she tasted his strong but sweet lips with every kiss that she had returned.

Unohana smiled warmly as she watched the two in their embrace. "That is something you don't see everyday," she noted. Byakuya just stared nonchalantly.

"His mission is complete," she continued, "now I wonder how Kurosaki-kun and Kuchiki-san are doing in theirs."

Striding as quickly as he could through the hallway and peering carefully through various doors, Ichigo continued his desperate search to find his son and sister. He had Dondochakka's directions in his mind and was searching for the room where Ryuichi would be.

Suddenly, a young woman somewhere in her teens and long, wavy, strawberry-blond hair stepped out of a nearby room. Ichigo immediately ducked behind a corner before she could see him.

He took a slight peek at the woman's familiar face before ducking once again out of sight. Could it be? No… He shrugged off the peculiar sense of familiarity that welled within his chest.

The woman walked past him down the hallway and out of sight, and the Kurosaki breathed a sigh of relief before he continued his search. His eyes caught site of the room where she had stepped out of in curiosity. Could she have been his son's warden? There was just one thing to find out.

Quickly and silently, Ichigo tiptoed towards the room and went through the open doorway – a strong sense of knowledge that his son was in this room taking over.

Sure enough, his instincts were correct when he saw him.

Ichigo's heart nearly shattered and emotion almost took over him as he saw his son, Ryuichi, fussing around in his crib. Without thinking, he slowly and silently stepped over to his son's crib. Ryuichi noticed him right away and made a happy squeal but his father hushed him gently as he took him into his arms. The baby whimpered, almost as though he was telling his father how much he missed him and Ichigo rocked him back and forth, calming his little boy down.

"I'm so proud of you, Ryuichi," he whispered as he kissed his son's forehead, "you managed to be strong in such a scary place. Now let's find your auntie and mother and go home. You're going to be all right."

That was when a female, yet strangely familiar voice snapped him out of his celebration.

"Put him back in his crib," the voice commanded strongly as though she was about to threaten to take his life at any given moment.

Ichigo slowly and carefully put Ryuichi back into his crib, silently hushing the baby's protesting cries and smoothed his bright orange hair. Then he slowly turned around to face the intruder.

There, in the doorway, was the woman that he had seen earlier. The peculiar feeling came creeping back into his heart once again as he peered at the woman standing before him. Her golden locks framed her scowling face and soft yet cold brown eyes shone with a piercing, yet familiar glare.

It couldn't be…

The woman had a striking resemblance to his mother, but she was far too young for that. So could it be…Yuzu?

"Yuzu?" Ichigo whispered as he stood frozen to his spot next to the crib. "Is…that you?"

The woman's eyes softened as she sighed. "It's been a while, Ichi-nii."

This woman couldn't be Yuzu though. He just could not believe it. How could a twelve-year-old girl grow up in such a short period of time? What the hell did Aizen do to her?

Ichigo continued to stare silently, unsure of what to do. Yuzu stepped forward.

"You look surprised to see me, Ichi-nii…surprised…yet dumbfounded of my new appearance. It's really me. Don't I look a lot like Kaa-san to you? After all, I am going to see her soon."

Ichigo gasped. What was she saying? Is Aizen going to put her to death? No! He would never let that happen to his sister!

She sensed his confusion as she continued to walk slowly towards her brother. "Aizen-sama and I had made a deal," she explained, "if I do everything that he asks me to do, then he would revive Kaa-san and we would all be happy."

That was when Ichigo had snapped out of his trance. "He's lying to you, Yuzu! You know that he can't revive mom! No one can! Snap out of this, Yuzu! Snap out it before it's too late!"

She ignored him. She wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. "Don't you want to see Kaa-san again, Ichi-nii? It is, of course, something that you have always wanted to do as well. I am doing this for us. Aizen-sama should be praised for everything that he is doing…to help us. He makes me so happy."

"Yuzu, stop it!"

"My life became so much better when he came into my life. I had never met such a wonderful man…a man that can do anything that you could even dream of. Serving him is definitely the best the thing that I have ever done."

"Yuzu! He's evil! You have to snap out of this! He's got you under his spell! We never exploited you! Don't succumb to his lies, please!"

That was when a stabbing pain shot through his abdomen. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth as he looked down. Yuzu's hand was covered in blood…his blood. There was a sinister bloodthirsty look her eyes as she pulled out whatever it was that she stabbed him with out of his abdomen, watching intently as he keeled over slightly in pain.

His blurring eyes caught site of long, thin claws on her fingertips, each glowing a deadly yellow and dripping with his blood. He averted his eyes to his son, who watched his weakening father with utmost horror. Tears started to stream from the boy's eyes as he started to cry for his father. Ichigo's heart smashed to pieces as he remembered how he himself cried when his mother was killed seven years ago.

Yuzu's mouth slowly turned into a small smirk as she splashed her brother's blood to the side, watching intently as her brother slowly suffered.

In another part of Las Noches, Rukia was running through a hallway when she stopped abruptly and turned around sharply when she felt it. Ichigo was in trouble. His reiatsu had lowered exponentially. What happened? A horrible feeling welled up in her heart. What if he… No! It can't be!

Rukia wanted so much to go see what was going on, to rescue her boyfriend from what was happening to him. They had a deal to be careful no matter what and he was probably ambushed. Oh no! Rukia would never forgive herself if anything happened to him.

She had to turn back, but thoughts of Ryuichi filled her mind as her conscience took over. I must focus on the mission! "Ichigo, please be okay…" She forced herself to continue her search, even though her heart was breaking continuously with worry for her boyfriend.

She stopped in front of a pair of heavy doors, each ornately designed on each corner. When she felt Aizen's heavy reiatsu seeping through the doors, she knew that these doors would lead to one place and one place only…the throne room.

She did not know what to do. The reiatsu was so intense that it was weighing her down by a great deal. It was almost as if it was struggling to pull her through those doors and meet up with a fate so deadly and so terrible, it would cause her nothing but regret.

Fighting the reiatsu with everything she had, she tried to step away, tried to walk away from the doors and continue her search, but it was beckoning her to walk through. No, I mustn't. I must focus on the mission!

But the beckoning pull was much too strong. It was almost as though it was some voice that was convincing her…that if she wanted to see her son again then she must go through and face the one that almost had her put to death a couple of years ago in Soul Society.

Anger filled Rukia's veins as she pushed through the doors with all her might, stepping onto the ebony tiles that covered the throne room floor. Sitting high and mighty on a marble throne was Aizen himself. The three remaining espada, Szayel, Barragon and a couple of his fraccion, and Aaronierro – the espada that Rukia had despised the most – were gathered around him.

"Welcome, Kuchiki," his voice echoed throughout the room. "How nice of you to drop in!"

Rukia panted in anger as she held her hand on her zampakutou.

"Is that how you would greet an old friend after so many years? Someone who welcomed you into his own home?"

"Cut the crap, Aizen!" Rukia spat as her hands tightened around her zampakutou so hard that she could almost swear that a couple of drops of blood trickled down her hilt.

Her blood froze in her veins as Aizen slowly walked down the wide staircase that joined his throne to the main floor. "I have bad news regarding your dear boyfriend," he began as Rukia's eyes widened. "He was attacked by his own sister…thanks to newfound powers of hers. It's such a shame."

An extreme furious rage took over as Rukia drew her zampakutou from its sheath. "You bastard!"

"How am I the 'bastard'? Why would you shoot the messenger?"

"YOU FUCKING HYPNOTIZED YUZU WITH YOUR OWN SWORD! SHE WOULD NEVER DO ANY OF THAT IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU!" Rukia screamed as reiatsu exploded out of her. Aizen was not fazed at all by her reaction.

"Such strong words," He commented as he drew his blade from its sheath. "Your dear boyfriend is going to die soon from a powerful and potent poison that makes up Yuzu's newly found claws. Such a wonderful and genius masterpiece." He averted his eyes to his mad scientist, who bashfully pushed his glasses further up his face.

He looked back at a fuming Kuchiki, ready to attack at any given moment. "But don't worry, you two will die together. Then my espada and I will join our forces in Soul Society and it will crumble at our feet. I will rise to the top and nothing will get in my way. I just had to make sure that the ones that give me the most trouble are out of my way first – namely you and Kurosaki."

"What about Yuzu?" Rukia asked, voice cracking with fury.

"Yuzu will also crumble. After all, I had lied to her. She thinks that I will revive her dearest mother for her, but little does she know that her use to me is almost finished. I used her as a weapon against her dearest brother." Rukia gaped with shock at her enemy's cruelty. "However, it will take some time yet for Kurosaki to die from that poison. So I think it's time to speed the process up."

He had reached the main floor, causing Rukia to freeze with fear as his reiatsu suffocated her at every angle. "You are paralyzed," he noted as he raised his zampakutou to strike, "but this will be quick and painless. So just relax while I end everything…now!"

At the emphasis of the word "now", he ran his zampakutou straight through Rukia's chest, earning a gasp from her mouth as blood splashed out of her wound and mouth. Her eyes widened from the blow as the life slowly drained out of them.

Aizen frowned as he ripped his sword through the Kuchiki's chest, causing her body to fall at his feet. "Good bye, Kuchiki," he muttered as he kicked her violently about a foot away from him, a bloodthirsty stare lighting up his eyes.

"Kurosaki will be here soon."

He took a handful of his robe's sleeve and wiped his glistening blade clean, waiting eagerly for Ichigo to come storming through those doors at any given moment.

Sweat pouring down his face, Ichigo panted as a part of him became numb. What is happening? He dropped to a knee weakly as he struggled with every ounce of his strength to survive…for Ryuichi. The last thing that he wanted to do was to die right in front of his only son's face, like his mother had done when he was the age of nine. It can't be over. Not now!

"How does it feel, Ichi-nii?" Yuzu asked darkly, taking in her brother's suffering with a wicked smirk, "to die by the hands of your own sister?" She looked over at the whimpering baby before returning her gaze to her struggling brother. "This looks familiar, doesn't it? A young boy about to lose his parent...but in this case, however, he will lose both."

That was when he felt it. Rukia's reiatsu disappeared that very second. "Ru…ki…a!" His voice cracked as he spoke. The last place where he could feel her presence was in Aizen's throne room…of all places… He gasped at the realization. Rukia was in trouble!

He quickly turned his head towards his crying son and his eyes softened. When he was born, Ichigo had made a promise to himself that he would protect his family and made sure that Ryuichi would have a wonderful and happy life with both parents living. The last thing that he would do was to make his infant son suffer like this. I'll come back…for you, my son.

Summoning up all the strength that he could muster, he immediately used shunpo to leave the room so that he could go save Rukia.

Yuzu glared right after him. That fool! How can he move after having that poison injected into him? Does he want to speed up the process? Does he want to hurt his son even more?

With one final glare at her nephew, Yuzu followed her brother using an amateur version of sonido, curious to see what was going to happen.

Right after she was taken to Hueco Mundo, she was the test subject for a serum that Szayel had concocted. This serum, made from extracted hollow DNA, would give her powers far beyond belief for any normal human girl.

Right after she was injected with it, it gave her a very uncomfortable and painful experience that lasted for about ten minutes. Within these ten minutes, her body started to change and mature into that of a teenage girl. It also gave her powers such as poisoned claws which she would extend from her fingertips and sonido that had not fully developed yet.

At first, Aizen figured that she would undergo training to become a hollow-like warrior in his army, but he figured to just use her as a weapon against her own brother. After all, there was no revenge so cruel than to have your own sister try to kill you.

Ichigo moved as quickly as he could through the hallways, growing weaker by the moment. He forced his numbing body to move with every ounce of his strength that he had left. He must get to Rukia before it was too late! He did not care for even a moment that he was dying.

He immediately stopped by the ornate-decorated doors. Aizen's reiatsu as well as the poison was affecting him even more but he did not care.

He flung the doors opened but froze in the middle of the door way when he saw Rukia lying on the ground in the puddle of her own blood. Her zampakutou lay next to her, stained crimson from where her blood was splashed upon it.

And then there, his robes lightly stained with her blood, was Aizen. The bloodthirsty look from before still piercing through his chestnut eyes. An insane smirk grew on his face as he faced his long time enemy.

"How…nice to see you, Kurosaki," Aizen calmly said, eyes fixed on Ichigo as though he was looking at his next prey.

Ichigo did not say anything. His eyes were glued to the horrible sight of his girlfriend lying there, barely breathing and lifeless.

"You and Kuchiki have encountered so many things from your mission here," Aizen continued to speak, "and had gone so far in achieving what you needed to accomplish. However, your journey ends here. You have gone far enough."

He chuckled as he started to walk closer to Ichigo, who grabbed his zampakutou with seething furiousness. "You…bastard…" he hissed as the wrappings came undone. "YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS!"

Ignoring the pain in his abdomen, Ichigo sprang forward and prepared to strike his enemy across the chest until a fresh pain erupted through his heart. Aizen revelled at this moment when he saw the blade of his zampakutou lodged deep in Ichigo's chest – the other half of the blade sticking out through the middle of his back.

More blood gushed out of his mouth as he coughed several times. "It's over, Kurosaki," Aizen continued as he ripped his zampakutou from Ichigo's chest.

"No…" Ichigo barely managed to say as he sank deeper and deeper into the world of darkness, falling to Aizen's feet in his own blood.

Wiping his blade yet again, Aizen sheathed it and then turned to his espada. "Dearest espada, the time has come for us to invade Soul Society and take what is ours! Kurosaki and Kuchiki have both been defeated and will be left for dead here. It's time to leave now."

"Wait!"

Aizen turned around to see Yuzu standing before him. "Yuzu, you have done well, my child, but now you are of no use to me anymore."

Yuzu could not believe what he was saying. What about his promise? "I have done everything I could, so when are you going to revive Kaa-san? After you come back from Soul Society?"

Aizen chuckled once again as he waved his hands in a circular motion, changing Yuzu back to normal in seconds. "Did you really think that your dear mother would be revived? What a pathetic little girl. "

Yuzu gasped in shock as tears welled in her eyes. "So it was all a…" A wave of anger took over. "What about your promise?! How could you do this?! You said that you would revive mother! I did everything for you! EVERYTHING!"

"Yes you did, and you did well. However, everything that I told you was a lie. Your mother isn't coming back. You were merely a weapon used against your dearest brother, and you have served your purpose."

Tears streamed down Yuzu's face. How could she have been so stupid to believe everything that this man had told her? Was it something in his sword that hypnotized her or something? That had to be the case.

But her family…her beloved family that she had turned against…her family will never accept her now. What was worse…the lifeless body of her brother lying in front of her…in the pool of his own blood…all because of her. The trauma was overwhelming. She did not deserve to live after everything that she had done.

Aizen laughed once again. "Poor, poor Yuzu. Finally realizing what you have done, huh? I know that you don't want to live anymore after everything that you have done; what you did to your family and your brother. That is why I am not going to kill you. Instead, I am going to make sure that you will live in agony for what you have done. The memories will torment your mind forever for the rest of your life."

He turned once again to his espada. Szayel had already formed a garganta that would lead them to Soul Society. "Our time has come," he announced. "Let's go." With one final look at the bloody scene before him, Aizen stepped through the garganta with his espada, leaving Yuzu there alone.

Tears rushing like waterfalls down her face, Yuzu ran to her brother. "Onii-chan?" No answer. "Onii-chan!" No answer. She took her brother's body and held his head in her lap – a lifeless stare graced his pale face. She shook her head as her world came crashing around her. She could not believe it for a moment.

"ONII-CHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As though he knew what was happening in the throne room, Ryuichi screamed and wailed from down the hall, crying desperately for his parents who had seemingly lost their lives at the hands of his captor.

Next Time on Incomplete Sorrows…

"Ryuichi…Rukia…Yuzu? Have I failed you all? Please don't cry, Ryuichi. Daddy is going to protect you, even if it means…losing his mind and becoming full hollow. Daddy is going to make that bad man pay for what he did to all of us. Everything will be alright."

A waterfall of memories flowed through his mind – His and Rukia's first meeting, Rukia's rescue, the time when they fell in love, the victory over Aizen the first time, Ryuichi's birth. Ichigo knew that he had to tap into his soul to bring out his full hollow form - the form that had regretfully taken over when he was fighting Ulquiorra, yet the form that would enable him to save everyone.

And that was when his transformation began…

Now that was one long chapter. Since it was the climax chapter, I figured it would be longer than the others. Like I had mentioned in the description to the tenth Incomplete Sorrows video on Youtube, I am going to break this into two parts as well, but the next few chapters of this story will just be one video each.

I am also sorry for what I had done to Rukia and Ichigo. However, the story still doesn't end here. Ichigo will change into his hollow form and kick some ass! Then nothing will bother them again when everything is over; that is, however, until the sequel comes along.

That's right, everyone! There's going to be a sequel! That's the good news, but the bad news is that there is no video version because it will heavily focus on Ryuichi and also there will be a new character who will be brought up in that story. Since I am not a fan artist, I can't draw very well and that will mean that I will have to draw both of these characters. I am really sorry about that.

However, I have MORE good news for you guys. The epilogue of this story will not be part of the fanfic. Oh no! It will be an ENCORE of the Chat Room! Lots of people had requested it, and they will get it! Since the story is going to come to a close in about three or four chapters, you will see that encore very very soon! There will also be sort of a spinoff chat with the zampakutou manifestations as well. Figured that would be appropriate because of the fillers that are happening right now.

So yea, hope you all enjoyed this chapter (except with certain really dark areas). Please review and let me know what you think!