"Be right there. . ." Ichigo pocketed his pocket knife and glared you with relaxed teddy brown eyes, what were we just doing?

"Ichigo. . ." I breathed out as he got off of me.

"I'm sorry, I guess. . . I sort of got caught up in moment." Realization of the moment just hit and quickly you cross your legs and try your best to cover your nearly nude figure.
It wasn't that you were ashamed, Hell, you felt more alive than you've ever did! Nearly naked, Ichigo hovering over your body with that sexy smile of his on his face. . .

"Here." He says, handing you your button up top. You smile warmly at him and gradually took it. You lean in and quickly plant a small warm kiss on his cheek.

"Don't be sorry, don't even regret it. I love you, I really do. I'll even prove it to you if you'll let me."

"I don't want to lose control like I just did. If it weren't-"

"I don't care." You button up your top and slip on your panties in complete silence. You couldn't understand it,. What was he getting so worked up about? What he threatened to do turned you on not shut you off. Why can't he see that?

"If you want to pretend nothing happened, then nothing happened," You glance down away from his sorry-filled eyes. You felt the tears begin to well up in the corners of your eyes- No! I'm not gonna cry. I'm stronger than this. "I think I should go."

"No, don't go. At least stay for dinner."

"No, it's fine. I'll see you tomorrow." You stand on you tippy-toes and planted another kiss on the corner of his lip, you grab your bag and slip out his bedroom door. You didn't dare look up at his family that tried to stop you from leaving. Even Karin tried.

The pain in your chest, what is this?

You slip on your shoes and walk out the front door.

And then you ran. You ran as far away as you could from the only home that welcomed you wholeheartedly. The only home that truly cared about you. Tears streamed down your face at this point. Why did this hurt you so badly? Why is it that the people closes to us hurt us the most?

You lean up against a telephone pole and sob into your jacket sleeve. Why? Why am I crying? There's nothing to even cry about. I'm such a baby. It's time to buck up! But that thought only made you cry harder.

Eventually, your crying ceased. A little wobbly, you place all your weight onto your own two feet; no longer need the help of telephone pole for support any longer. You were Ayame Namikaze. And you were going to learn how to be strong.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn...

I was going to become strong, but I ended up just getting in the way. I'm weak. . . You thought as you became full aware of your situation. You were captured by the Arrancars and they took you back to Hueco Mundo. Now was your first confrontation with the enemy- Aizen. He honestly didn't look like he was capable of such evil he bestowed upon the world. He looked like a man worth honoring. Almost like a fathery figure, you thought. God how much you wish you could go back to your memories. How much you wished you could be with Ichigo- a silent, violent sob broke through your chest. They took you away from Ichigo. . .

"Lord Aizen, this is Ichigo Kurosaki's, shall we say companion. Her psychic and elemental abilities are quite unique, none that I've ever seen before. Definitely worth killing, but she may have some use to us afterall." The man beside you, Ulquiorra, explained solemnly. The peculiar chill in his tone sent shivers down your spine. I can't believe this, how could I let myself get captured so easily? Why couldn't Ichigo save me- No! Why do I always rely on Ichigo?

It's because you are not strong, my dear. You rely too much on Ichigo because he was always there to save you when you were in trouble. You're just about as weak as Orihime, your hollow said inside your mind.

Shut up! I don't need you right now. Just go away.

And miss out on your misery? I wouldn't miss this for the world! . . . You know, if you really want to get out of this mess, you could always let me out-

Never!

Fine then. Suit yourself. But, I could get us both out of this mess. . .

I don't need you. I'm strong enough to escape on my own. I'm very strong.

You keep telling yourself that, honey. That's about all you got- face it. You're weak. You got all this potential and you waste it all away. You'll be better off staying captured, or maybe even killed, at least you'll stay out of everybody's way.

Shut up!

You know it's the truth, otherwise you wouldn't be denying it.

You don't know a god damn thing about me! I'm incredibly strong

!

Then prove it; show them what you got. Don't hold back.

With newfound confidence, you elaborately planned out every single move of your surprise attack. You played the scene out in your head thoroughly, with no doubt in your mind that your plan wouldn't work. You cockiness grew as well as your confidence, but all at once that was ripped away by the cool even tone of the man sitting like a king in a castle on his throne in front of you.

"And you found her exceptional to my orders? How daring," You hated the way he looked at you, like you were some new toy for him to play with. You lowered your head, avoiding his gaze, your long ragged raven locks covering your pale round face as you finally and silently released your tears that you held back for what seemed like forever.

"She can't control her powers very well, most likely due to poor training conditions. I would like to change that however," you sucked in your breath haphazardly. What did he just say? "Under your consent, Lord Aizen, I would like her to become my fraccion. I would personally care for her and make her stronger. I see great potential in her, her will is strong and the capability of her powers are far greater than I can imagine. Not to mention she's loyal and submissive, to our advantage." You listened to the slender man with utter shock as his words of kindness in surprise disgust. You were not some tool for them to use and later dispose of. "That is, of course, if you have a more suitable use for her."

"Bring her to me," Aizen simply commanded. You felt a hand firmly grip the underside of your arm harshly, there's no use in fighting, you thought as you rise to your feet without struggling. Ulquiorra's hand softened slightly at your behavior, as he gracefully led you to the top of the stairs to this monster's throne. You keep your head down, the last thing you wanted was to show your brutal captors you were weak. You didnt want them to see you cry. You had no idea how they would react to your desparity, from what you've learned from Ichigo and the others, these people- if they even have enough humanity left to call them by such a term- are cruel as they are cunning. You can't be a fool. You can't second guess yourself like you always do. And most importantly you can't drop your guard around them. It'll be your end.

More tears silently fell and dripped down the apples of your chapped, dry cheeks. Ichigo. . . Please, hurry. Aizen gripped your chin lightly with his forefinger and thumb; meeting his gaze. You studied his face, with tearful hazy eyes. His eyes were a calm brown while his face was relaxed and emotionless while he studied yours as well.

"Why are you crying, child?" His voice portrayed sympathetic and kind, but you knew not to believe it. It was all an act.

"Please. . . Just let me go," you whimper, shutting your deep blue eyes and released your cry. His fingertips grazed the dry flesh of your face- he was wiping your tears away. You gasped at his sudden display of affection, your crying ceased as your mind suddenly went blank. What?

"I can't let you go," you gasped out. "I apologize for the way you were brought here, but I simply can't let a blessing like you slip away," lowers his hand from your cheek and turns his attention to Ulquiorra. "You have my consent. Train her well, do whatever you must to make her strong. And treat her like you would me, she's a lady and I expect you and your brothers and sisters to treat her like one," his eyes once again fall back upon yours. "Welcome to the family, my daughter." No. . . More tears rolled down your face, you couldn't believe this. This had to worse than death. You were the enemy now, you were a traitor. How could you do this to Ichigo?

"Show her to your room, Ulquiorra. Before we inject her." Wait, inject? Your mind began to panic as your heart so sped up in your chest. What are they gonna do to me?

"Understood." He simply said.

"Go. Get settled in. I'll see you at dinner." He collected your hands in his and gave them a comforting squeeze. You had every instinct to spit on him, but you were too much of a coward to do it.

"Follow me," the pale skinned man gestured you to follow him; and you did so obediently.

So you were just gonna let this happen? You are gonna let them use you? You really are pathetic.

There's nothing I can do right now. I have to wait for just the right moment then I'll make a run for it.

Use your fucking head. You can't make a run for it. You're in another dimension, what's the point of running if you'll never get anywhere?

I have to try. Maybe if I at least escape from here, I'll figure something out-

No. You're better off just staying where you are until the situation sinks in. If you act too quickly, you're most likely to make a mistake and that'll drastically change the situation more than it already is. Just play by their rules for the time being and then strike them where the sun don't shine.

Why are you helping me?

It's only a big problem for me if you get yourself killed.

You left your head up, starring straight ahead of you, your thoughts cloudy. You stared at Ulquiorra's hand that securely gripped your arm. Hmm...

Quickly, you rip your arm away from his grope, and dart towards the other direction.

"You can't run away, little girl." Ulquiorra simply states before strolling towards your direction.

Run. That's all you could think. Your heart pounded in your chest like an 808 drum. You run around the corner and make a left, you nearly trip and fall in the process. You let out a troubled gasp- don't panic! A sudden cry escaped past your lips, you weren't going to make it. You weren't going to get out of here. You weren't going to be with Ichigo.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands grabbed you from behind. The air was knocked out of your lungs as your captor pushed you up against the wall.

Fight back.

You struggled against his strong hold in your arms. You began kicking and screaming, hoping it'll be enough to get away. It wasn't. You glared out to find a tall attractive man with spiky light blue hair, cerulean eyes with bluish green colors at the tips of his eyes. He did not look happy.

"You woke me up from my nap," his voice cooed dreadfully, his face inches away from yours.

"I-I-" his handsome features softened as his eyes traced the curves of your full pale cheeks, the different shades of blue in your eyes, and the plushness of your pink lips.

"You're lucky you're pretty, otherwise I would have to beat the penalty out of you," you sharply intake a breath of cold air and held it in your chest. Afraid, yes you were afraid of him. "Don't worry darling, I won't pound that pretty face of yours in. I'm not that cruel, but eventually you do have to pay my price." He smiled darkly down at you.

"Grimmjow," a cold and malicious voice said from behind. You had to force your head to the side to see Ulquiorra standing there with perfect posture. "Remove yourself from my apprentice."

"This weakling is your apprentice? Haha, you make me laugh. Fine," he steps away from you and you finally release your breath. Ulquiorra glared Grimmjow down as he gently took your wrist within this paper white hand.

"Try to run away like that again, and I might just have to kill you." You gulped at his cruel statement.

"I'm sorry-" He held up his hand to stop you from speaking. You lowered your eyes from his, but you could feel the disappointment he felt for you. You hated disappointing anyone. Even if that someone was the enemy. You always tried to be so perfect, but it always fails. You patiently waited for your new 'master' to tug you away from this creep, but he hesitated.

"Never touch her again, Grimmjow." Ulquiorra threatened before he began pulling you away.

"If you were smart, you would stay away from him." He whispered to you.

"Understood." You said, that won't be a problem, you thought.

I think he's kind of cute...

Shut up.

"Here is my room." He said as he opened up the door, revealing a colossal black bedroom. It was so, plain. A large and elegant four poster bed stood against the back wall, completed with a black comforter and paper white sheets. To the right, there was a small study area, with a mahogany desk and bookshelves that touched the high ceilings. It was beautiful. It suited him.

"There's only one bed," you noticed.

"Lord Aizen will modify the room. But for the time being, you and I will simply share." You shuttered at his words, hopefully it won't be for long.

"I have some things I need to do. In the bathroom to your left is a change of clothes, I suggest changing out of those ragged things. Rest until dinner, I'll be back to check on you in a little while," He was about to turn to leave, when suddenly he stopped dead still. "If you want to gain some trust, lock the door." He pulled the door shut and left. You raced over without thinking and latched the lock. You let out a sigh of relief before walking over to the bed. By the time your head hot the pillow, you were already fast asleep.