Wheeeeee! Congradulations, world, u get to read my next chapter! Nyahaha- yahaha- amyahahaa (Explodes into fits of hysterical insane laughter)

Some one at school seems to b trying to get me and my twin to stop hanging out... It's pretty funny, we can't stop laughing about it!!

This weekend, my twin's friend who's also obsessed with bleach dragged her in front of the TV and forced her to watch an hour of bleach!!! Of course when I drag my twin to my house this weekend it'll b MUCH more than one hour, but I gotta give twin's friend some credit.

FUNNY STORY!! I had horseback riding twice last weekend and once I fell on my head and the next time I rode I fell on my back I WUS NOT HAVING A GOOD WEEKEND, contrary to what a certain twin of mine believes, I'm not actually a bad rider, I wus just having one of those days... Isn't my pain hilarious? Actually it didn't hurt much, except when I fell on my back, but im no crybaby UNLIKE A CERTAIN PERSON AT SCHOOL CONSPIRING TO BREAK UP ME AND MY TWIN...

Have I ranted enough, twin? I think most people have completely skipped over the author's note by now.... I wud do that if I was reading a story with an author as talkitive as myself...

My twin thinks im sick and twisted thanks to this story... sick and twisted. Am I? I don't know? A lot of people like sick and twisted so maybe being sick and twisted isnt so bad... idk... I do think torturing FICTIONAL ppl is fun... and blood and gore is nice.. IN FICTIONAL PPL...

I'm gonna stop now... enjoy the chapter... (ponders the meaning of life...)

Ichigo Kurosaki's dark brown eyes opened slowly. Clutching his head in his hands, he turned onto his side, avoiding the bright rays of light that leaked through the sliding door.

He hated mornings.

Groaning, an attempt to sit up failed miserably as the lazy soul reaper fell back down into the warmth of the blankets. As fortune would have it, his comfortable heaven was interrupted by the door opening with a wham.

"What the hell, Ichigo?!"

An overly tall redhead lieutenant stormed into the room, grabbing the substitute shinigami by the robe.

"Get out of bed! Have you completely forgotten what you're going to do today!" Renji screamed into the strawberry's face.

"Huh?" Confused and half asleep, Ichigo looked up at Renji with utter blankness.

Another figure entered the room and Rukia Kuchiki's demanding voice echoed in the area. "Has your stress finally caught up to you, Ichigo? Get out of bed, you have no excuse to be sleeping in this late. Didn't you plan to go see Hitsugaya now that he has been released from squad four into the prison barracks?" Rukia asked as the lieutenant dropped Ichigo.

The Substitute shinigami's eyes flew open suddenly as his memory came back to him. "Oh yeah!" Jumping forward, he tripped on his own feet before rushing out into the yard of the Kuchiki manor, where he had been staying in the soul society. He disappeared around the corner before either of the remaining soul reapers could say a word.


"You shouldn't bother."

Ukitake looked solemnly at the door he had just walked through. "He won't say a word, I just spent the last hour trying to talk to him. It's like speaking to an empty puppet."

The orange haired soul reaper stood in the prison barracks, in front of Ukitake, who had been present ever since the boy awoke.

Sighing, Ichigo asked his other question. "How are his injuries?"

Ukitake's expression hardened even more. "That's..."

The frown on the captain's face deepened into a scowl. "He got a good beating from Soifon and the others, but those were quick enough to heal. Underneath, however..."

"What?"

Ukitake's fist clenched in rage. "There are scars, cuts, and bruises everywhere. You can barely find an inch of his skin without a wound. We don't know what happened to him, but we know it involves torture."

"T-torture?" Brown eyes opened wide as Ichigo felt the word in his mouth.

The man nodded angrily. "And knowing Aizen, not just physically, but mentally too. That boy's heart has been completely crushed, it's even worse than when I ran into him in the forest."

Suppressing his rage, Ichigo started for the door into the cell room, but Ukitake held his out momentarily.

"Be careful, Ichigo."

"Huh?"

Ukitake looked at him seriously. "He's restrained with a form of a spiritual seal that is five times the strength used on regular prisoners, and the bars have a barrier impossible to break from the inside. Also, Hyourinmaru is stored securely in the squad two barracks, but we don't know just how dangerous Hitsugaya is. Don't let him get loose or anything."

The teenage soul reaper nodded slowly. "I understand."

With a one last glance, Ukitake moved out of the way and Ichigo stepped into the room.

"Toshiro?" The substitute called the boy's name as he closed the door behind him.

Light from a high window illuminated a cell occupying half the chamber. Wooden bars with inscriptions down the side separated the two halves, and large metal chains with similar décor were clasped around thin wrists, ankles, and a thinner one was fastened around the neck of a small boy in the middle of the room. He was sitting on the floor, the chains laying around him, the once white cloth of an arrancar's uniform now stained brown and red. A small meal of rice and water sat untouched by the edge of the cell.

Ichigo stared at the shinigami sadly. "Toshiro...."

Teal eyes looked up slowly. No emotion flickered through them.

Ukitake's gonna kill me for this, Ichigo thought to himself as he laid a hand on a bar of the cell. With a slight burst of spiritual pressure, he opened the part that formed a door. Stepping through it he mentally recalled that it was impossible to open from the inside, but easy enough from the outside.

Picking up the tray of food, he stepped somewhat cautiously to the boy, setting the food and drink on the floor. He spoke quietly as he held the cup of water out. "Toshiro, drink something, you look like hell."

Toshiro didn't respond.

"Come on, if you don't drink you'll only be hurting yourself more."

There was still no response, but the boy slowly reached his hand out, taking the cup from the teen. Ichigo frowned as he saw the scars across Toshiro's skin.

As the soul reaper drank, Ichigo spoke once more. "Could you please say something? Even if you don't want to talk about what's been happening, could you at least acknowledge me?"

Toshiro stared heartlessly at the now empty cup in front of him, his mouth firmly shut.

The substitute stood in frustration, but the words he was soon to speak couldn't leave his mouth before the door opened and a messenger stepped in.

"I must bring Toshiro Hitsugaya to the squad one barracks, the Head Captain wishes to speak to him."

(Gives toshiro a big hug) I luv u toshiro... I luv u sooooo much... U'll be my wittle brother kay? I'll b better than Momo could ever b!!

So I'm kinda too tired to ramble anymore SSO REVIEW ME FOOLS and c ya next time...

and I need something to draw... I'm bored and I have to draw something... but what....any suggestions? I'm desperate!