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I'm normal....

Two sets of footsteps echoed through the white halls, the soft pats of their feet being the only sounds. The passageways were unusually empty, but this had become an exception. Gin Ichimaru walked quietly by Toshiro's side, guiding the boy through the corridors.

The ex-captain of the third squad examined the boy as the two moved forward. Although there were several wounds across the child's body, he walked as though he was unharmed. The white garb that had been given to him nearly a week ago had long been torn and dirtied beyond recognition, and those teal eyes, glazed over with exhaustion, stared forward, wiped blank of everything.

Gin turned forward again, the boy's condition should be of no concern to him.

Several silent minutes passed until they at least reached the end of the hall, coming to one large door. Nothing stood out from it, it was the same as ever, white.

With one last glance at Toshiro, Gin opened the tall door, leading them inside.

Aizen's greeting came as soon as the entered, his haughty voice coming from his throne above all others. "Hitsugaya," His smirk grew as the boy came further into sight. "We've missed you over the past few days."

There was a small grunt from the corner of the room. Grimmjow came into view, his face hard with disdain. Many words lingered in the Espada's tongue, but he held them back, knowing how unwise it was to interrupt Aizen.

As Gin stepped to the wall, Toshiro stopped in the center of the room, his empty eyes not meeting Aizen's.

"You have been quite problematic for us recently, now how should I handle something like this?"

Silence hovered sullenly in the air. Frowning, the man stood from his seat. As he began to walk down the steps, his voice resounded through the chamber once again, this time directed towards his subordinate.

"Gin, please do enlighten us. What is the proper counter measure for disobedience?"

The ever-present smile on Gin's face widened as he replied. "That, my lord, would be... punishment."

Aizen stopped in front of the petite soul reaper. "That's quite correct, Gin."

The man grinned down at the boy right in front of him. "Now, Toshiro Hitsugaya, what should your punishment be?"

There was no response as Toshiro continued to stare downward, avoiding eye contact.

Somewhere, buried deep within Toshiro's soul, hatred boiled. Something might've been screaming at him to attack the man before him, but Toshiro only brushed it aside. He knew the consequences of accepting his feelings, and he would never take them. There was absolutely no sign of the boy's ire.

"Hitsugaya," Aizen frowned as the he stared at Toshiro, "It is polite to look at people in the eye when they are speaking to you."

Knowing the command hidden in the suggestion, Toshiro obediently raised his head, his eyes finding Aizen's.

Teal met brown. Aizen's mouth returned to it's original smile, seeing the boy so devoid of emotion.

"I see." The man's hand began to move forward as he spoke. "So you have shut away your emotions. That is very like you, Hitsugaya. But the little you've buried inside is enough."

Aizen's hand rested over Toshiro's chest. "Enough for me to punish you with."

The child's eyes, heavy and clouded, slowly grew wider as images flashed before his eyes.

Towns, villages, all full of innocent people, children and families with smiles on their faces. All of them happy, living a peaceful life in the Soul Society. The sun could shine, and everything seemed beautiful. But that image didn't last long. Toshiro felt his memories come back to him vividly, forcing him into reliving the moment. A zanpaktou fell. Screams. Cries for help. People begging for mercy. Toshiro paid them no heed. Every horrified face of every innocent person Toshiro had killed came before him, reminding him of the horrors he'd done.

Then there was Rangiku. Her soft blue eyes wide and in shock as Toshiro's blade came to her side, resulting in a fatal blow.

As Aizen held his hand to Toshiro's chest, the boy's eyes wide and staring ahead, though not seeing the face of the man he hated, a thin line of tears fell down the corner of his right eye, running down his cheek and to his neck.

Aizen's smile only grew more. "Hitsugaya, you truly have done some horrible things in your life, haven't you?

And to think that you actually got captured by the Soul Society, and I even had to send Gin out to rescue you. You really should understand something.

You very existence is meaningless. From the moment you came into contact with me, your fate had been decided. For as long as you live you will be serving under me. There is no choice, no fathomable way to elude the endless void of pain that awaits you.

But eventually, I will tire of you. And playing my little game will cease to entertain me, and your purpose for existing will be gone. First, I will kill Momo, right in front of you, just so you can witness it. Then, I will kill you. Everything that you've striven for, protecting your friends, living on to help the ones you love,

in the end, it will all be meaningless.

But you already know this, don't you? That even if you do escape from me, you will never be free. The Soul Society will execute you. I will murder you. You can tell by now, can't you?

That you will never again feel happiness."

Toshiro couldn't respond, but that one line of tears continued to fall from the side of his face. He knew everything Aizen had said was true. He could never feel anything but pain ever again. No matter how hard he tried to bury his emotions, even if he immersed them so far in his soul that not even Hyourinmaru could find them, they would never truly be gone. He would never, ever be able to be free.

"That, Hitsugaya, is your fate."

Aizen stepped back, taking his hand off of the boy's chest. Too stunned to say a word, the boy felt himself weaken, and fell to his knees in front of Aizen. The man smiled in satisfaction, as Toshiro's eyes once more fell in defeat.

"Grimmjow, considering his condition, I'm afraid if I let you have anymore than half an hour, he'll die." As Aizen spoke he stepped away from the boy, walking towards Grimmjow with a small device in his hand. "Make the most of it."

Grimmjow took the black weapon in glee.

"Come, Gin, I have some business to discuss with you." Gin followed Aizen's orders out of the room as Grimmjow stepped towards Toshiro, his eyes glinting with anticipation.


Momo sat in the same place she had been in for the past week. Her brown hair was messy, and her large eyes were bagged from lack of sleep. All she found herself able to do anymore was to sit there, trying to sort out her thoughts. She tried so desperately to push Rangiku out of her head, but she was so scared of what would happen she had lost control of any thoughts.

What would Aizen do to her if Toshiro never came back? How could she ever live with herself if he never returned? How would she-

The door opened. Every time that had happened over the past week, she would look up instantly to see if Toshiro was back, if he was okay. But now she had grown so used to disappointment that she didn't even look that way.

That changed when she heard the voice of Grimmjow ordering someone into the room. As she looked up, she saw her friend. He gasped as the Espada pushed him inside roughly and closed the door without giving Momo a glance.

Catching her breath, Momo scrambled to the entryway, sliding to a stop by Toshiro's side.

"Shi- Toshiro? Toshiro!" She called his name as she rolled him onto his side.

He was conscious. But that didn't change how scared that made Momo when she saw his face. His eyes were wide, staring ahead at nothing in particular, not looking her way. His body trembled uncontrollably, shaking from fear and pain, and no matter what Momo did to get his attention, he wouldn't respond.

The boy's clothes were even more torn than before, and his chest was almost bare. Everywhere across his chest, bruises were visible, but they were strange, black and ominous, Momo could tell,

Grimmjow held nothing back in only half an hour.

Continuing to try to awaken him, Momo called again and again, causing her to almost not notice when the door opened again. She didn't look up until she saw another pair of hands lay gently on Toshiro's shoulder.

Her brown eyes widened and she nearly fell back in surprise. "I- Ichimaru?"

Gin didn't even glance at her. Turning the boy onto his back, Gin withdrew a small flask from his robes.

Momo's shock turned into anger within seconds.

"What do you think you're doing?! Get away from him!" Tears of frustration flew through the air as she lunged forward, trying to attack Ichimaru.

A single hand was all it took to hold Hinamori back as the ex-captain undid the top to the flask. While the boy next to him continued to tremble, Gin slowly slid the vial to his mouth and clear liquid flowed forward. As the drink went down through his throat, Toshiro's eyes slowly began to close, until he completely passed out.

Momo stopped struggling against Ichimaru in shock.

"What... what did you do..?"

The man's eyes where open and serious, taking a moment before he replied.

"If I hadn't given him this now and the last time Aizen used that weapon on him, he would've gone insane by now."

Momo couldn't believe her ears. "But you're working for Aizen! Wouldn't that be what you want?!"

There was no response as Gin softly picked Toshiro up from his place on the floor.

"What are you doing?! Let go of him!" Momo nearly screamed in rage, but her attempts to pull her friend away from the man were fruitless.

She stopped in surprise when he set Toshiro down on the couch, laying his head comfortably on one of the pillows. Momo only stared for a moment until she realized what had happened.

"It.. it was you."

Gin stood and walked past her, his face unreadable.

"You were the one who healed his wounds... last time..."

Gin continued to walk to the door.

"But why? Why would you?"

The ex-captain finally stopped when he reached the door, and held the handle as he replied. "Because,"

His next action finished his response. Slowly, he opened the door, and revealed the one who had been standing there.

Momo's eyes grew wider and wider. "No... no way...

….Rangiku?.."

I hiss at all of you who saw through Aizen's illusionary power. How dare you see right through me! Just kidding... I dropped hints so I can't complain. If anything, good for you for seeing right through it. If you really thought she was dead, well, congradulations, you make me happy. At least I can fool SOME people.

OOOOkay, well lets hope I find more things to happen in the next chapter or I'm afraid it might turn out very short... short is not good short is baddddd

Well, could you plz review me?! PLEASE! I suffered while writing this chapter, do you have any idea how cold my hands are?! No! You don't! SUFFERING!!! plz review!