Chapter 3
If I don't wield the sword, I can't protect you. If I keep wielding the sword, I can't embrace you.
The screen crackled and the resolution began to slowly sharpen. The silhouette of 2 figures could be seen. The image soon became as clear as crystal. A boy with white hair could be seen shivering as scrawny hands gripped at the torn and tattered hakama and shihakusho. The boy's eyes were squeezed shut and he looked like the epitome of misery. Every line on his face displayed pain. The boy's striking white hair was matted with blood and grime. The second figure on the screen was the complete opposite of the young boy. His brown hair was slicked back with gel and his clothes were an immaculate white and seemed to shine. There was a smirk on the man's face as he treaded a teasing hand through the disheveled boy's exquisite locks, resulting in the boy shuddering and wincing underneath the intrusive touch. "Hello, Soul Society".
Ichigo was being restrained by the unnaturally large figure of Komamura, had it not been for him, Ichigo would long have left the room, on his way to Hueco Mundo without the slightest inkling of a plan. "Let me go! I'm going to kill that bastard! I'm going to kill him!" Ichigo roared, desperately trying to pull away from Komamura's hands of steel. As if guessing Ichigo's reaction, Aizen's smirk grew wider as he grasped a fist into the boy's white hair, causing said boy's eyes to shoot wide from the pain. Teal eyes seemed to stare right into Ichigo's soul. "Toshiro!" Ichigo yelled as he struggled even more. "Kurosaki!" The voice of the Soutaichou rang loudly throughout the hall room. "Do not let personal feelings get in the way!" On the screen, Toshiro turned his head to glare at Aizen with hatred. All he received in return, was a resounding slap to the face. A pained cry fell from Toshiro's lips as his head hung limply, eyes downcast. Aizen simply smiled. "Hello, Soul Society", Aizen's oily voice, dripping with mock politeness made Ichigo want to strangle him. "I have a feeling that you all are wondering the same thing," The Soutaichou looked to Aizen silently. "Truth of the matter, I actually have what I already want". Aizen's hand trailed down the tenth division Captain's face to cup his chin and force Toshiro's face upwards. Toshiro snarled as he tried to bite Aizen's fingers. Aizen simply looked down on him with distaste. "Disobedient dogs must learn to behave", Aizen's tone was enough to make anyone freeze. A harsh kick to Toshiro's stomach sent him flying backwards into the wall which was already stained from countless blood smears. Toshiro coughed into the palms of his hands as he lay on the grimy floor, his breathing uneven. His vision was swimming as he glanced down at his palms, which had a wet feeling to them. On the other side of the world, the Captain's of Soul Society as well as a certain strawberry were suffering. "Toshiro!" Ichigo all but screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. As if the quivering boy on the floor could hear Ichigo's desperate voice, Toshiro looked up, his Teal eyes were wide and hazy with pain. "Ichigo?" a meek and timid voice called out. Toshiro's brain was muddled by the forceful kick and he seemed not to realize who was standing in front of him instead. His brain was slowly shutting down from the lack of sleep and the pain. "Stop! It isn't who you think Toshiro! Wake up!" Ichigo screamed as the other Captain's looked on in horror as the traitorous Aizen pulled the oblivious boy into his arms. "I knew it was you, Ichigo", Toshiro's voice was raspy as he nuzzled his cheek into what he thought to be Ichigo's chest. The bastard Aizen caressed Toshiro's snowy white locks before whispering into his ear, "I'm sorry Hitsugaya-kun, but your torture is far from over". Far, far away, Ichigo was screaming as Aizen plunged a long and silver syringe, filled with a ominous purple liquid into the pale skin of the tenth division Captain's neck.
A bloodcurling scream echoed throughout the Captain's Meeting room, as the tenth division Captain arched his back and howled, pounding into Aizen's chest, hot tears pouring down his cheeks. "Stop! Gods, stop, now! Toshiro screamed as his tiny hands clutched his white locks. After a few more bouts of agonizing screams, the little Captain seemed to tire himself out as he lay exhausted in Aizen's arms. His normally bright wide teal eyes which glowed with vitality were now vacant and hazy, the black irises distorted, as if Toshiro was placed under some kind of spell. Ichigo gaped in horror and shock as his little shiro-chan looked up at Aizen and smiled at him. Even the Soutaichou was aghast. Toshiro giggled as he reached up to Aizen's neck and kissed him on the cheek. Aizen smiled contentedly as his free hand slid from Toshiro's hair to cup his pert little butt. Ichigo howled in horror as he saw a bulge form in Aizen's pants. Toshiro seemed unperturbed by the events playing out as he rubbed his hands on Aizen's growing erection. "Toshio! Stop! He's manipulating you! Don't give in!" Ichigo had tears pouring down his cheeks. Of course his dear shiro-chan couldn't hear him. Aizen seemed to know exactly what was happening to Ichigo. He smirked as his hands fondled Toshiro's lithe body. "My dear Yuki-hime, do you want to have some fun with me? It's a very, very fun game". Toshiro laughed as he nuzzled into Aizen's broad chest. "Yes, Aizen-sama!" His cherubic voice chanted, so different than a few minutes ago. Aizen's smile was triumphant as his smile gloated over Ichigo's broken figure. "Come, Soul Society! Come Kurosaki Ichigo! Watch as I break the one you care the most about." Ichigo growled as he strained even further against Komamura's grasp. "We'll see who wins eventually. Especially when you see the broken and pitiful figure of your lover when I'm done with him." Aizen laughed. "Come!" With that, the video blacked out, with Ichigo's fist clenched and tears streaming down his face.
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~Lai