A/N- Sorry but this is the last chapter I will be able to post for this story. I have homework over the summer that is due in about three weeks when skool startes for me. It's an essay on The Tell of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (WTH ikr! T.T) and i'm not even have way done with the damn book.

Discalimer- Does not own any of thease charaters in the story. AKA BLEACH.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Honestly I didn't know which woke me up first. The sound of rattling chains or the fact that I woke up thinking I was on fire. The odd thing was, when I opened my eyes, no flames surrounded me; only darkness. Even if I couldn't see, I could still asset my surrounding; though that was turning out to be difficult since I couldn't seem focus. The pain was just too great.

"AGH!" I cried when it felt like someone just stabbed me! "Shit!" I cussed. What the hell was going on?

"Ichigo?" came Karin's voice from the darkness, "Is that you?"

"Ye-aahhhhhhhh!" I tried to say unsuccessfully only for it to come out as another tortured cry..

"ICHIGO!" this time it was Yuzu.

I couldn't answer. My skin was literally stinging me as if I were drowning in acid. That wasn't the worst part. Somebody had incased me in chains, making it impossible for me to move around in. Once again I screamed an agonizing scream as my bones tired to push against them to get in the position they wanted. Sharp incisors and blacken nails grew painfully. I wanted to black out from the pain; to vomit at how sick it was making me, but the adrenalin running threw my veins made that impossible. I tried to speak, to reassure my sisters that I was going to be OK, thought I didn't think I was going to be. Despite the pain, in a way I was grateful for the restraints. What I could tell in my clouded state, was that Yuzu, and Karin were the only other people in the room with me.

As if he Aizen heard my thought, a loud 'SNAP' echoed. And without warning the chain fell lose from around me. At the same time a window suddenly reviled itself from the roof. Looking up, moonlight poured into the room with me right in the center. Vaguely, I heard one of my sisters start screaming. I wanted to look over to see what was wrong, but I couldn't keep my eyes from the moon. Without warning, if felt like my bones suddenly decided to tear at muscles, some of my bones felt like they were growing, pushing at the inner walls of my skin to make room and I felt it all. I closed my eyes tightly begging for it to stop soon, but there didn't seem to be an end to it. At one point I had vomited onto the floor; I found myself doing it again, emptying the contents in my stomached. I wanted to let go! I was positive if I did the pain would stop, but I was also sure if I did let go, let the thing that was clawing at my insides out to get free, would kill my sisters. I didn't want to acknowledge that I actually wanted to eat them! I didn't want that on my conscious. I didn't want to be hunted by this.

I opened my eyes only to find Ulquiorra stood over me! His eyes and pale skin shined brightly in the moonlight. Despite his calm demeanor I since the animalistic hunger within. He didn't utter a single word. That was all I thought he was going to do, stair at me while I tried to keep at bay what he seemed to be able to control only slightly . To my surprise he licked his lips, a slimy, long, grey tongue, then turned towards my sisters with hungry eyes just like mine. I opened my mouth to scream for him to stop, but all that came out was a warning growl. Speech was lost entirely on me. Of course the emo bastered ignored completely! I watched as he grabbed the chain that bounded to them at their feet and wrapped it around their necks, then pull tightly. In an instant, I'm moving as fast as I can to get to them, determine to protect instead of hut them, but within inches of his face Aizen appeared before me; his very presence halting my movements.

"I'm surprise with you Ichigo, you're just barely holding it at bay, thought I expected more from a you though," Aizen spoke in a sickly calmed voiced that was pissing me off just from hearing it.

I didn't say a word. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to very much so tell him where he could stick his comment, but I figured anything I said would get my sisters killed. Another 'SNAP' echoed in the air. As an answer my father walked into the room and…I stiffen in panic…RUKIA! Unlike Isshin she wasn't bounded in chains like us, but why? Rukia skin looked pasty, she was still wearing her school uniform. Looks like never made it to the hospital. My eyes widen when I noticed that her arm wasn't the only injury. She was limping badly, and I spotted a number of bruises and scratches littering her body. My dad didn't look any better. In a night he seemed to age ten years. Signs of old age decorated his face, wrinkles and gray hair, the works. It was so odd looking at the defeated old man. I guess I became so use to his hyperactive antics. I snapped my head over and snarled viciously at Aizen! How dare him do this to me! What the hell did I ever do to piss him off so much?

"Without even realizing it, you let your mate get into her ride with another Ookami. Shame on you and then you let the killer of your mother lose your sisters. How careless.

Rage came at me like a drug, I sucked in sharply at the pain that shot threw my body, but I had to last a little bit longer. Rukia's presences only made it so much harder to control. Yet, even though I knew better Aziens words bothered me.

He looked at me as if he new exactly what I was thinking; I wouldn't have put it past him though. "Go on, ask him of your mother's death," he laughed, a secret flashed in his eyes. An all knowing secret that he knew.

It was an order I couldn't ignore. I was surprised to fine that I could speak; only, it wasn't my voice, but a voice that was mine and an animals alike. "How did mom die?"

The Old Man suddenly takes in a sharp breath as if he's been stung and I watched as his eyes harden in defense. "She was murdered," was all he said.

I glanced at Aizen more than irritated, "I already knew that."

"He's not done. Ask him how was she murdered and by who." Aizen replied. A smile was dancing on his face.

Why the fuck couldn't he ask him his damn self! I though irritated. Aizen's hand shot out towards my throat and in seconds I was air born.

"Agh!" I shouted. I felt bones snap on impact with the hard floor. I managed to open one eye from my pain to find out I was next to my father, only he wasn't looking at me.

"Ask him!" he ordered.

Once again I found the burring phantom leash around me tighten. Ordering me to follow his command. "How was she murdered," I say unable to stop myself, "and by who."

A thought occurred to me. This was the big secret that Isshin was hiding from me. Reason why he told Rukia what he was an not me. Why was he answering Aziens orders though. Still so much I didn't know. The truth dawned on me even before he spoke the words. My eyes widen with disbelief and betrayal…

"I-I shifted. I-I was hungry. For years I held back the Ookami while I was with Masaki. That day while you where at the dojo we kind of had a fight. I guess that was enough to lose it. So I hunted her down," he shudders, "then I dragged my nails across her back and every second of it….I-I loved," he struggles to say, "every second of it."

"N-no w-way," Karin mutters, her voice barely above a whisper, but I heard it as loud as day.

"ICHIGO DON"T!" I hear Rukia yell, but it was too late.

I'm going to kill him! I thought. "You killed my mother!"

But why? Why would he kill his own mate. It's didn't make since. I knew that and I wanted to ask more questions, but I just couldn't! I was too lost in my own rage. It was getting too much. I snarled at the man I would never call father. All he did was look always from me and that simple act fucked me over. I changed and hell did it hurt. ISSHIN'S POV

For some reason I wasn't changing under the full moon tonight. The werewolf was still there. Right under my skin, ready to feed; yet, I still didn't change. I knew I was suppose to by now because I could hear Ichigo's cries of torment from the shift. I wasn't entirely sure how I ended up here; I was cretin thought that Aizen's name was written all over it. I was in Yuzu, and Karin's room, but before I new it Aizen stood in the same room with me with a wicked grin plastered on his face.

He only spoke one word, "Kneel-"

Surprisingly, I felt that tug of his leash! I was completely baffled! There was no way he should have had that power over me, but he did. Before I knew it. I was kneeling before Aizen like he was king. I looked up at him shocked and he looked down on my with a look of triumphed. The thing I know is that he punched me and I blacked out; only to wake up hear, awoken by Ichigo's pain and Aizen waiting for me.

Without saying hello Aizen went right into business. In that damn commanding voice, the Alpha to all Alphas he said, "You will tell Ichigo that you killed his mother. You will not tell him that it was me who ordered you. I want you to tell him how much you enjoyed it, and that's the truth.

I looked at him in disgust, astounded at how black his heart truly was. I had to admit though, that it was because of my weakness, my inability to ignore his howl that I killed my beloved Masaki. I hung my head in shame. Ichigo was going to kill me…

Now here I was. Watching my son change before my very eyes getting ready to kill me. Guess I deserved it. As long as he took care of his sister after this I can live on in peace with Masaki as long as the great Kami allowed it. I couldn't tell Ichigo the whole story because of that damn daemon; however I didn't think even that would really change the outcome about what was about to happen. My eyes widen as I watched Ichigo's skin blacken, his pained cries turned into an animalistic growl. Skin fell off of him in pieces and in its place were thick patches of fur. Ichigo's new form towered over me. He was truly fearsome. Purely, white, teeth shined dangerously in the moon like. Looking at them made me feel like I was getting a paper cut and murderous, wicked, black, and yellow eyes glared hatefully at me. A mixture of pride and fear filled me. Happy that the killing intent that radiated off of him was more massive than my own and fear because of my daughters. They were screaming and Ichigo was bound to be hungry. The guy who was holding me pushed me towards Ichigo and in the next second his mouth bit down on my shoulder and tore my arm off. Aizen began to laugh merrily at that moment, Yuzu and Karin were stunned silent when my blood sprayed on them, but I was smiling happy. Somehow threw all that pain, none of it was as worst s him not knowing. I knew Ichigo was going to regret it, but he had to know.

AIZEN'S POV

A smiled happily as I watched Kurosaki tear into his father. I relished at his sister's reaction. All was going to accordingly. Now for the finisher. I will ruin the Kurosaki's if it was the last think I'll do.

ICHIGO'S POV

I whipped my head around and charged at Aizen in a blazing red hot furry! I wasn't sure how, but the truth of the events dawned on me as soon as the light in my father's eyes died away with his life. I felt sick and at the same time undeniable loathing. Isshin may have killed my mother, but he was only the puppet. The man who had put this curse on me was the one pulling the strings. Instinctively I lifted my head and let out a chilling howl with it's own message buried in it. Any wolf that go in the my would be slaughtered. Renji then backed away slowly from Rukia, who ran to my sisters. I turned my attention to Aizen, his composer wavering under my heavy gaze. I pounced on him and in an instant he was a massive white wolf; slightly bigger, but that didn't unnerve me. Is fur was like snow, but in seconds I already had it decorated in splashes of red. The grown bleed crimson, and in places it was in graved with out claw marks.

How are you able to attack me, you shouldn't be able to you're only and Ookami/ Lobo? questioned a very confused werewolf.

Correction, I growled, I'm an just an Ookami.

I used his distraction for the finishing blow…

RUKIA'S POV

I shield Ichigo's sister from the site. As Ichigo fought Aizen I woundered why Ulquiorra, Renji, or even Gin didn't try to help there master. It was just weird. All of them just stood there watching, some where even shakeing as if they wanted to help him, but their feet wouldn't move. Like they were scared…of Ichigo.

I'm deleating the story in two weeks, so idc if you review or not. I would have did it sooner, but a few people like the way I went with it, so i wrote the ending just for you guys. I am redoing this story as soon as I finish my damn paper.

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