Chapter 4
Aizen frowned as he stared at Ulquiorra who bowed at his feet, his anger wafting off of him in waves.
"You were unable to retrieve her?" he clarified, Ulquiorra nodding.
"I have… seen things," Ulquiorra told him, Aizen frowning.
"Show me?" Aizen ordered, Ulquiorra standing.
He stood, his eyes downcast as he tilted his head, exposing his neck.
Aizen leaned down, running his tongue over his pale white skin, Ulquiorra's eyes lifeless as his teeth sunk into his skin. Aizen wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled him close, Ulquiorra limp in his arms as he drank deeply.
He saw many things, his eyes turning a white when he saw the young neko girl they had been tracking. She was in a cell, the demon few could see sitting next to her, whispering nonsense into her ear. When the demon's grotesque head turned and his beady red eyes turned to him Aizen released him, Ulquiorra taking a step back as Aizen wiped the blood from his chin.
He smirked as his eyes changed back.
The time would be soon.
Aizen looked back to Ulquiorra who put two fingers to his neck, the puncture wounds healing quickly. Aizen took a step towards him, grabbing his hand and swinging him around, pushing him against his desk.
Ulquiorra's eyes never met his as he hooked his fingers beneath his chin and turned his head, Ulquiorra releasing a small gasp when he sank his teeth into his shoulder.
He was tense though silent as Aizen drank, closing his eyes.
Aizen stopped and pulled away, tearing at Ulquiorra's robes, grabbing his limp cock as he forced him to lay on the desk, Ulquiorra showing no pain when Aizen sank his teeth into his inner thigh, the fast rise and fall of his chest his only sign.
Aizen once again pulled away, blood dripping down his chin as he unbuckled his khakis, Ulquiorra not resisting when he tied his hands together, unzipping his pants.
Ulquiorra smothered any noise of pain he would have made when Aizen entered him, his eyes shut as he felt the warmth of blood as it dripped from Aizen's chin to his torso.
Aizen showed him no mercy as he thrusted into him brutally, smelling the blood that escaped from his injured insides, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at him.
Ulquiorra was always quiet. He never moaned, he never screamed for more or for him to stop, only releasing small gasps every now and then.
He would get hard and he would cum but after it all he would clean up and act as if nothing had happened.
He was a good pet.
Ichigo was nervous as he stared out the window of the limousine he was currently in, Urahara next to him, his hat lowered over his eyes as he seemed to sleep rather peacefully.
Ichigo couldn't sleep with all the things he pondered in his mind, looking up to the darkened sky. The sun had made its descent some time before so he couldn't really see anything besides the many trees that surrounded them, sighing as he sat back. The limo hit a bump and he was jolted slightly, the bump waking up Urahara who stretched his arms with a yawn, lifting his hat just slightly as he looked to Ichigo.
"You alright kid?" he asked, Ichigo nodding before sighing.
"Why couldn't anyone else come?" he asked, Urahara frowning.
"They would have been murdered," he told him, Ichigo frowning as he looked back outside.
"Ichigo," Urahara called, Ichigo looking back to him.
"You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I will speak for you," Urahara told him, Ichigo nodding. They were both almost thrown when the car stopped abruptly, the curse of the driver making Ichigo feel uneasy.
"John what happened?" Urahara asked, frowning when he received no answer.
"Jo-" he slid open the glass and Ichigo froze when he saw the driver had no head, blood spattered on the windshield as his foot pressed on the brakes.
"Get out of the car," Urahara ordered, Ichigo quick to do so.
He closed the door and looked around, his pupils dilated till they nearly consumed his whole iris, his exhales visible in the air.
"Ichigo!" Urahara yelled, Ichigo turning and walking over to him on the other side.
The driver's head was on the ground, the drivers window shattered as glass covered the dirt.
"I am going to try and start the car, stay out here and don't move," Urahara ordered, Ichigo nodding, a slow cold, prickle running up his spine.
His claws extended as he backed up, Urahara pulling out the drivers body and getting in, turning the key in the ignition but the engine only sputtered, Ichigo taking another step back when multiple red lights began to appear in the forest just beyond them, Ichigo growling lowly.
"Urahara," he called, his call tuned out by the engine when he tried again to start it.
"Urahara," Ichigo repeated when the ground shook like a twelve ton elephant just took a step, the car jolted by its force.
Urahara looked up from the ignition and freezing when he saw the red lights in the distance, slowly stepping out the car.
"Ichigo, get in the car," Urahara ordered, Ichigo's eyes flashing yellow.
"It's a little too late for that."
The red lights slowly reduced in number, Ichigo narrowing his eyes as that same cold prickle ran up his spine. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder.
"Hello Zangetsu."
Ichigo stumbled back as Urahara pointed a sword Ichigo didn't know he had at the pink haired man crouched on the roof of the car, his amber eyes seeming to glow in the dark as he grinned.
"My names Ichigo!" Ichigo snapped, already tired of of people calling him by that name.
"Feisty aren't we?" the pink haired man chuckled, Ichigo growling at him.
"What do you want?" Urahara asked, the man standing from his crouched position.
"I am not here to harm your precious cargo," the pink haired man told them, Ichigo narrowing his eyes disbelieving.
"My name is Szayel Aporro Granz, and I have a message for you Zangetsu," Szayel told them, Urahara lowering his sword though not seeming to willing about putting it away.
Szayel looked to Ichigo, his former grin returning.
"Apologies young one for my followers disobedience, but I have to say you prove to be intriguing. No further moves will be shown to you for I will watch you from afar till the time is right so there is no need to worry. But when the time does come, I expect the child to be handed to me, for in truth, it never belonged to you."
If Szayel had anything else to say it was left unsaid when Urahara removed his head from his shoulders, many cords and electricity sparkling as the body fell to the ground. Ichigo kicked it just for the hell of it even though it wasn't the real thing, looking to Urahara who slid his sword into his cane he was famous for carrying around. Ichigo frowned.
"Lets hope your so called Disciples and Nobles have an answer for that," Ichigo growled, Urahara looking to him.
"We don't." Ichigo turned, an old man with a long braided beard walking out of the forest, many others following him. Ichigo took a step back at all of the people who stepped out behind him, seeing people of all nationalities and sizes, his eyes stopping at Orihime who looked in tears.
"Ichigo!" she cried as she ran to him, Ichigo plainly confused as a thin man with blue hair and a tall, muscular dark skinned man followed her, Ichigo looking back to Orihime and stopping her before they would collide, frowning down at her.
"You have a lot to explain," he told her sternly, Orihime wiping her eyes with a smile, nodding her head, looking back to the two man who stood behind her.
"This is Chad and Uryuu, they were your guards in your past life," she explained, Ichigo nodding to them. Uryuu narrowed his eyes and Chad nodded back, extending his hand.
"Welcome back Zangetsu," he said in a very deep voice as they shook hands, Ichigo wincing.
"It's Ichigo," he corrected, Chad nodding.
"We do not have your answers Ichigo," the old man said as he walked up to him, Chad and Uryuu moving out the way.
"But we can give you the answers to your past and the role you shall soon play," he told him, Ichigo nodding as he looked to the people at the entrance of the forest. He had a feeling he was going to be here longer than he expected.
"This is absurd!"
"He's a harm to our kind!"
"He should be executed, along with the child!"
The slamming down of wooden cane against wooden floor was loud, the old man seeming low on patience.
"Silence," he ordered in his booming rasping voice, everyone becoming silent as they stared down the long room to the old man that sat at the front of them all.
"No one is to die," he claimed, Ichigo frowning as he sat at the opposite of the room, Urahara next to him. He already didn't think he was going to like half the people in this room. Many were scared for their futrues while others chose to take a broader look on things, claiming his death would solve nothing. Orihime, Chad, and Uryuu stood outside the room, all three forbidden to enter this room due to their human heritage.
Ichigo had been confused as to why they were even here then but was informed by Urahara that they were all half demons, and with direct alliance with his former self were left to be unharmed.
"Ichigo and the child are a nuisance," the old man claimed, Ichigo frowning, slightly offended at his words.
"But executing them both will not give us peace, but another war, amongst all demons," he put in, Byakuya, who Ichigo noticed seemed to be on his side frowning.
"As long as he lives, war will not be brought upon us," the old man claimed, Ichigo looking to Urahara whose expression was stoic.
"We cannot simply let him run free," Byakuya put in, Ichigo looking to him. His eyes never met his.
"I understand the consequences, but there is little we could do now," the old man said tiredly, Ichigo stiffening when he looked to him.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, for now you are free, but if anything portrays any form of danger to you, we are afraid we cannot risk it. You will be arrested and put into the Underground Prison," the old man told him, Ichigo frowning in displeasure as the others rose when dismissed.
They dispersed and left, only a few staying as Ichigo stood slowly, irritation burning in his eyes and turning them their original molten honey.
"Zangetsu," a man with straight white hair called, Ichigo turning to him.
"It's Ichigo," he corrected, the man raising a hand.
"Forgive me Ichigo, I am one of the few survivors from that time, so I have yet to adjust to your new form," he replied, giving him a warm smile.
Ichigo nodded in understanding, the man bowing.
"I am Jushiro Ukitake, one of the Nobles granted the honor of protecting your earlier form," he revealed, Ichigo nodding seeing as how bowing would be a tad hard for him.
"Ichigo we have to go," Urahara told him, Jushiro rising up.
"Wait a second, I have something for you," Jushiro interrupted, reaching into his kimono sleeve.
"All of our records had been burned in the fire so we have only this," he claimed as he pulled out a small worn through book, Ichigo frowning as he took it from him. It couldn't have been more than 50 pages, Ichigo nodding in thanks.
"It was your old diary and though it might not provide much, I am hoping it will give you enough knowledge of your past self," Jushiro told him, Ichigo nodding as he turned away when Urahara told him to follow him, Ichigo jogging to catch up with him, meeting Orihime, Chad, and Uryuu once he got outside, a car provided for them. He would read it when he got home.