Author's Note: Hurrah! On the next chapter already! Sorry, I already said that my plots were really repetitive, right? I realized that after I published it, so I guess it's too late now, haha. Anyway, keep giving me feedback. I want to make it at least a little different from my others...and don't worry, I might reward readers with some M-rated material? Although, I've never done it before and I'm scared that it'll turn out weird and kill the story. So, what do you guys think? Do you want some, perhaps?
Hitsugaya could only stare at Aizen in a mute mixture of horror, disgust, and downright fear.
"What are you going to do with me?" he asked, his voice weak and barely a whisper, hardly any of its former authoritative tone left in it. "Let me go."
"I don't think so, Hitsugaya-kun," Aizen beamed, "You see, I brought you here for a reason. When I knew you were coming, I knew it would be my perfect chance to finally get my hands on the power that would let me destroy Soul Society...and get myself a pretty little queen while I was at it. Now, a chance like that doesn't come along all that often. To simply let you go and pass up the oppurtunity would be a terrible waste, wouldn't it?"
"You don't give up, do you? I already told you-"
He was cut off as Aizen grabbed him roughly by the front of his robes, jerking him forward.
"Just because I don't plan on killing you anytime soon, Hitsugaya-kun," the traitor spoke in a sickeningly smooth and pleasant voice like poisoned honey, "Doesn't mean that I'll let you talk back to me like that anymore."
"Let go of me!" Hitsugaya hissed angrily, trying to jerk away, only to find Aizen merely pulling him up against him.
Horrified, the young prodigy tried to push himself away from the traitor's chest, only to find the man grasping both his wrists in one hand, while the other travelled to his rear end.
His face flushing a bright red, Hitsugaya's first fighting instinct was to kick the fucker in the balls. Hard. That would teach him to just try and touch him there again.
He raised his leg, ready to knee Aizen where it hurts most, but before any damage could be inflicted, he found himself being thrown the the floor with a painfully hard impact. He yelped in pain, trying to scramble away, kicking his legs furiously like a floundering fish to prevent this bastard from getting anywhere near him.
Now at this point, Aizen looked lik he was getting pretty pissed.
He caught one of the young captain's flailing legs, and with a stubborn yelp, Hitsugaya attempted to pull away.
He was mildly succesful. For one, the traitor wasn't holding onto his leg anymore. That, he was grateful for. But as he had wrenched his leg away, the fabric of his hakama had torn all the way up to his thighs, leaving the scrap of shredded fabric in the annoyed Aizen's hands.
Had it not been such a scary situation, and if Hitsugaya's slender legs were not now exposed for the world to see, it would have been a little funny.
With a startled gasp, the boy attempted pitifully to cover his bare legs, his face flushed in a panicked blush.
"Fine then," Aizen spoke, throwing the fabric scrap carelessly to the floor, "You look much better now, anyway."
"Pervert," Hitsugaya snarled through gritted teeth.
"That may be so," the traitor answered calmly, "But don't be counting on your luck next time, Hitsugaya-kun. Don't underestimate me. I'll make you mine in a matter of time."
"You wish."
Aizen turned at these words, slowly taking another step towards the frightened boy, who instinctively shrank back. The traitor reached downwards, seizing Hitsugaya by the front of his robes and jerking him to his feet so that they were eye-to-eye. Then, he spoke in a low, malicious whisper that sent a wave of fear washing through the terrified young captain's body.
"Want to try me, Hitsugaya-kun?"
"Can I go yet?" Ichigo demanded impatiently, his arms folded over his chest as he watched Urahara make some last-minute adjustments to the portal that would take the strawberry off to Hueco Mundo.
"Hasty, are we?" the shop owner teased, "And just a few minutes ago, you were insisting that you weren't going to go."
"Shut up and finish up faster!" Ichigo retorted.
"Calm down, calm down," Urahara answered, "It's ready now."
"Finally," the strawberry muttered as he adjsuted Zangetsu to a comfortable position over his back, preparing himself to make the jump.
"Wait a minute, Kurosaki-san. There's one more thing you need to know."
"And what would that be?"
"Soul Society has given you a time frame of only twenty-four hours," Urahara spoke, his usually nonchalant tone now serious. "So don't waste any time in there. Get the boy, and get out. Otherwise, Soul Society will send in back-up to force you to withdraw. Staying in Hueco Mundo for more than a day would be extremely risky at the moment."
"One day only?"
"I'll be tracking your reiatsu, Kurosaki-san, so if something goes wrong, we'll be able to tell. In a worst-case-scenario, backup would have to come in to pull you out, too."
"...And what about Toshiro?"
"You'll do what you can for him, Kurosaki-san. But if things don't go smoothly, we'll have no other choice but to withdraw and wait to see what happens next."
"Then I'll just have to make sure that I don't mess up," Ichigo muttered.
"Take this with you," Urahara added, holding out Hitsugaya's brooch, which he placed into Ichigo's outstreched hand. "Hitsugaya-san's reiatsu can still be felt on this, seeing it was in close proximity to his zanpaku-to before he was taken. It'll help you identify the right reiatsu, since there's a big mess of it in Hueco Mundo."
"Urhara-san, before I leave, can I ask you one favor?"
"Of course."
Ichigo took a deep breath, slowly turning away to face the open dimensional gate that was waiting for him to cross through in.
"If something does go wrong, and backup doesn't come in quick enough to get me out...if something happens to me...Promise me you'll make sure they send someone else to save Toshiro."
"...I will."
There's nothing to worry about, Ichigo told himself, I've been to Hueco Mundo before to save Inoue. I just have to go in, find Toshiro, and get out. I'll go fast and avoid fights. I've got to save him. Because if I can't, then who knows what might happen to him...
He shook his head furiously, trying to clear it of negative thoughts.
Biting his bottom lip in determination, he made the jump.
Hang in there, Toshiro...just hang in there for a little longer. I'm coming for you. And I'll save you, definetely.
