Ichigo knew as soon as the office door clicked behind him, he was in trouble. Not like he'd done anything wrong, exactly – it was just the look on Aizen's face. "Shit…" Ichigo murmured in his thoughts.
"Take a seat, Ichigo Kurosaki." Aizen commanded, which Ichigo hesitantly obeyed. Somewhere in the back of his mind was screaming at him to not follow this man's command so easily, but he ignored it. Ichigo figured he'd better just go along with what this man was saying, before that stinking pressure returned. "So…Ichigo Kurosaki. You arrived one day later than the other students, due to some…unexpected circumstances. However, you're here now; and that is what matters."
Ichigo nodded mutely, not trusting himself to speak. "Now, my records say that you opted to study Medical Sciences. You want to pursue a career in medicine, as your father did, I assume?"
"Medical…Sciences? I don't remember…" Ichigo muttered, feeling a headache coming on. He rubbed his forehead absentmindedly, and Aizen's smirk grew.
"Yes, Kurosaki. Medical Sciences," Aizen pushed a course overview towards him, along with Ichigo's map of the University and timetable. "I trust you'll be able to find the relevant information within your course handbook. I also trust that you'll keep the standard of good behaviour I expect out of my…students." As Aizen spoke, the pressure from before crushed Ichigo; and Ichigo knew he had no other choice than to agree.
"Yes."
"Yes…what?" Aizen whispered; releasing more pressure and watching in intense satisfaction as Ichigo gasped, bent under his will.
"Yes…Sir." Ichigo gasped out, reaching over to take the pile of paperwork. Once his hand curled around it, the pressure was dropped. "This bastard is doing something. I know that I know him, and that other guy….Argh! Gin what's-the-bastard-with-the-creepy-smile's name. He can just be creepy smile dude." Ichigo cursed under his breath; hating his poor ability to forget names almost instantly.
"That will be all. Enjoy your time at Kikanshinki University, Ichigo Kurosaki," Aizen dismissed his with a wave of his hand and a grin. As Ichigo rose to his feet to leave the office, clutching his paperwork, he noticed something on the desk. A small, blue, orb, with a swirling mass inside, contained within a sealed glass cube. Ichigo stopped dead, staring at it. You could practically hear the gears turning inside his head while he attempted to work out the screaming feeling of destroy it.
"Is there a problem, Kurosaki?" Aizen's voice brought him back down to Earth.

"I was just wondering what that orb was on your desk," Ichigo looked up, then quickly added a "Sir," once he saw the significant look on Aizen's face.
"That, Kurosaki, is the Hōgyoku," Ichigo barely contained a gasp, for reasons unknown. He rubbed at his forehead again, fighting the headache with as much force as he could. "I've heard that before…what is it…it's connected to him, I know it is..." Ichigo's eyes slid in and out of focus as he stared firmly at the orb in front of him. "The Hōgyoku is something I've had for a while, Kurosaki. I am…surprised you noticed it. Most students take a glance and cast it out of their minds. I suggest you do the same. I also suggest that you...introduce yourself to the other young people you currently share an apartment with."
Ichigo's eyes slid back into focus; and he nodded, the fog in his brain flaring up and covering his every thought of the Hōgyoku, along with it his attempts to remember. Not in complete control of his body, he turned and made his way out of the office as if he was walking on the clouds. Once out of the office and a safe distance of a corridor away from Aizen and Gin, Ichigo sank into a chair, dropping his paperwork and letting his head drop into his hands. His hands felt cold, which he gladly pressed to his head to soothe his headache, allowing his eyes to flutter shut.

"There's no point trying to fight this fog…all it does is give me a headache…" Ichigo muttered into his hands. With a groan, he unwillingly raised his head and bent down to pick up his paperwork, frowning at the timetable. "Apparently, I start class tomorrow… for now; there's nothing I can do until I at least remember something. I might as well go to the class and just lie low while I figure this out… I don't want to piss Aizen off." Ichigo shuddered involuntarily at the thought of the crushing pressure. "Maybe if I go and crash, it'll clear my head…and as much as I hate to say it, Aizen's right – I really should say hello to the people I share with…if they're awake, that is," Ichigo muttered, remembering how they seemed to be asleep earlier. "Ah, what the hell…" Squinting at his map, he slowly made his way back to the apartment. It took him a while, due to his poor sense of direction…and just generally sucking at reading maps. Finally, he reached his apartment door, pulling it open abruptly.

And smacking straight into a small girl with raven black hair and violet eyes.

Author's Notes:
New chapter! I struggled quite a bit with the Ichigo and Aizen scene, mainly because I'm only on Series 9. I did the best I could; but I think I still need practice with keeping everyone in character. Not too sure how well I'm doing Ichigo at the moment…
Anyway, sorry it's a little shorter. I wanted to save this next bit until the next chapter. :D