Author Note: Okay SO… I've been binge watching 'Orange is the New Black' and 'Prison Break', so this was inevitably going to happen… You'll see some similarities to the shows, but it's definitely not going to be the same. Also, I've never been to prison, so a lot of the rules and information is based on the shows and whatever I find online or from documentaries.

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Drug-Use, Rape, NonCon, ((I mean shit-It's a fucking prison fanfiction)) Oh yeah and there's a lot of foul language in here too. Haha. I should probably also warn you that this isn't a oneshot so don't expect them to start humping right away. Sorreh~

Pairings: GrimmIchi, IchiHime (a little One-sided), ShiroIchi/ZanIchi, Renichi, KenIchi (One-sided), AizenIchi, BazzIchi… pretty much everyone wants to tap that ass…, IkkakuYumi, and more.

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Lies Open Prison Doors

Chapter 1: Newbie

DING DONG…

Brown eyes snapped up to lock with stormy grey as a frown tugged at the man's lips. He could see the same confusion that he felt reflected in his fiance's face.

Inoue Orihime. She was a beautiful woman with long light-brown hair that shifted to a soft orange whenever she was outside in the sun. Her skin was soft and light while her breasts were large and heavy. She definitely had that natural beauty that most women would kill for.

"Uhm, Ichigo? Were you expecting anyone today?" She asked in her soft, melodic voice.

Ichigo shrugged as he slid his chair away from the dining table. Before standing, he quickly stacked his empty plates into one pile like he usually did for Inoue. They were just about done with dinner anyway.

"Can I go up to my room!?"

Both gazes shifted to the little girl sitting in her high-chair. Her short teal hair was curly, chaotic and covered in mashed potatoes. Ichigo felt a small sigh rip from his throat at the unkempt sight. Recently she has prefered to wear her food rather than eat it.

"You'll have to take a bath first, sweetheart."

That obviously wasn't the answer she wanted to hear and she made that very clear by grabbing a handful of mashed potatoes that was left on her plate and raising it above her head threateningly.

"Nelliel Tuval—Don't you dare." Inoue used her stern voice, but that didn't seem to faze the little girl. Nel knew that Inoue was a complete pushover and took every chance to take advantage of it.

Ichigo watched, frown still in place, as Nel chucked the potatoes straight at Inoue, making her squeal in disgust.

DING DONG!

"Be right there!" Ichigo yelled, letting his strong voice carry through the house before turning to face the little troublemaker "Nel!" he snapped, making said child freeze. "Get your butt out of that chair and march your way to the bathroom, young lady." He stood and watched to make sure she did as she was told before turning to Inoue, who was still trying to wipe the gravy covered mush from her blouse. "Inoue, please go start her bath while I see who's at the door…"

Ichigo sighed tiredly, but Inoue just smiled up at him and nodded. Despite being target practice for Nel's food war, she was still as happy and chipper as ever. She even gave Ichigo a brief kiss on the cheek as she passed before heading towards the stairs. Ichigo graced her with a small smile and then turned to make his way down the hall.

DING DONG!

"Yes, yes! Coming!" Ichigo practically growled at the impatience behind each ring. Whoever was outside, Ichigo could already tell he wasn't in the mood to deal with them. He quickly turned the locks and practically ripped the knob from the door in his frustration.

All fight left his body in a rush when he got a good look at who was standing outside his house. Realization slowly took its time to catch up with him. His tongue felt heavy and his limbs were frozen.

There were three people standing before him. He's never actually met them before, but the police uniforms they adorned was enough to make his insides twist.

Fuck!

"I am detective Soifon and these are officers Kira and Makizo. Are you Ichigo Kurosaki?"

When he gave a reluctant nod, the two officers, Kira and Makizo, immediately moved forward and each grabbed one of his arms to hold him in place. Ichigo tried to snatch his hands away, ready to struggle and demand why the fuck they were doing this, but he already knew why.

He knew.

"We have a warrant for your arrest, Mr. Kurosaki." The small female detective, Soifon, held up said warrant documents as solid proof.

Ichigo only resisted for a brief moment before forcing himself to relax. It was already too late. The handcuffs were on and he was being forcibly pushed towards the cop cruiser; open door welcoming him inside its hungry jaws.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

"You have the right to remain silent." The detective began reciting his miranda rights. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you-"

"Ichigo!"

Said man dug his heels into the earth and ripped his arm from one of the officers so he could turn and look back towards the house. He could see Inoue silhouetted by the front door with Nelliel tucked in her arms. He couldn't see any features except the highlight of their hair from the halo of light pouring from the entrance, nor could he see their expressions, but he could tell by her voice that she was confused and frightened.

"Don't worry, Inoue! It'll be okay! Take care of Nel until I get back!" Ichigo managed to shout before he was grabbed by his short, black-dyed hair and then shoved head-first into the car. It took him a moment to squirm his way around and he pushed himself upright by pressing his forehead against the hard leather seat so he could peer out the window.

He cursed under his breath and gritted his teeth. All he could do was watch as his home disappeared in the distance.

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"I sentence you to 8 months in the Karakura Low Security Correctional Institute." The judge's voice was loud and clear but then all Ichigo could hear was the echo of the gavel as it slammed down against wood. Everything else faded away after that.

He didn't even hear the police officer as he stepped forward and told everyone to rise. Ichigo just stared down at his hands in defeat. He should've seen this coming a long time ago, but he'd gotten too comfortable in his new life. He let his fucking guard down.

Now Inoue and Nel... Would they be okay without him for 8 whole months?

Ichigo turned to lock eyes with Inoue. He asked her not to come to his trial today, but she was stubborn... Now he had the personal privilege of seeing the disappointment and horror on her face. Everything she thought she knew about him had crumbled in this month-long trial. They didn't have the money for bail when he first got arrested, so his ego had to suffer through each step of the trial behind bars.

"Ichigo…" Brown eyes slowly shifted at the mention of his name to see that his defense attorney and long-time friend, Byakuya Kuchiki, was standing next to him, "You have to follow the police officer through there." The man explained while pointing to the door next to the judge's 'throne'.

"But can't I say goodbye…?" Ichigo whispered while motioning towards his fiance.

Byakuya gave the man a soft pat on the back, "You'll get to say your goodbyes before you're transferred to prison. Even Rukia said she wouldn't miss it…"

"With all due respect Byakuya…" Ichigo sighed as said man started herding him towards the door, "I don't think Rukia should see me like this…"

Byakuya frowned with a shake of his head, long ebony hair swaying across his pale cheeks. "You and her have been friends more than half of your life. The least you can do is let her see you."

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"It could have been worse…"

Brown eyes looked up briefly at that, but no response. Of course it could've been worse… Doesn't make his current situation any better.

"I mean—The full sentence was 5 years in a Max Security Prison… Where all those horrible murderers and rapists are sent."

Ichigo had the urge to roll his eyes, but refrained.

"Didn't your cousin get sent to that one prison in the desert? What was the name again… Uhm… Oh! Hueco Mundo! Yeah, I mean—it was years ago and he was only there for one year, but he didn't come back the same…"

Ichigo raised a brow and frowned. "You mean Kaien?"

"Yes him! I remember him saying the food wasn't too bad though… Anyway… I read online that people who go to prison after snitching get hurt real bad. They shank them with these sharpened toothbrushes. So keep your guard up and don't—"

"Rukia!" Metal clinked together as Ichigo raised his hands and tugged at the handcuffs keeping him attached to the table. Ichigo nearly growled in frustration. He wanted to go over and hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay, but he knew she wouldn't believe him. "Look… Byakuya was able to get a great deal. I'll only be at Karakura for 8 months—6 with good behavior. It'll go by real quick… I'll definitely be there when you walk across the stage to get your Masters." Ichigo let a small smile grace his lips, which seemed to sooth the small woman sitting across from him, "and I didn't 'snitch' on anyone. So no one's going to 'shank' me. I swear, Rukia, you need to stop watching prison shows. Especially while I'm in here."

"But I-"

"I mean it Rukia. No more! Not even Law & Order."

Rukia pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at that. "You just don't want me to watch the new episodes ahead of you." She smirked playfully, making Ichigo shake his head and chuckle.

It felt good to have this old-fashioned interaction with her; to have a sense of normalcy before his world was officially turned upside down.

"Just promise me you'll stay out of trouble. I don't want you adding days to your sentence!" Rukia pinned him with midnight-blue eyes that were practically shooting sharp shards of ice at him.

"I never start anything." Ichigo tried to defend himself, but then Rukia gave him that exasperated look.

"I know that, but trouble is drawn to you like a fucking magnet!"

"Pfff" Ichigo couldn't help but snort in amusement when Rukia realized the bad word she used and had to double-check to make sure Byakuya wasn't around. "He's really traumatized you, hasn't he?"

"Shut up." Rukia hissed, but when their eyes locked, her gaze grew incredibly soft and she let out a defeated sigh. "I've been your best friend since we were kids! And yet I had no idea that you'd gotten yourself into this kind of mess… I feel like I failed as a friend…" Ichigo opened his mouth to say something… to say anything! Like: 'No you didn't fail me. It was my own dumb decisions. I should have told you. Blah. blah. Blah.' But then Rukia continued, "So I could only imagine how Inoue must feel…"

"Shit…" That thought alone was enough to make his emotions freeze up and his tongue grow heavy.

"Has she come in to say goodbye yet?"

"No… She was… Well… She went to the trial…"

Pale, pouty lips tightened as Rukia looked her friend over, noticing the defeated posture and the guilty aura.

"Yeah… I saw that… They revealed a lot of stuff in there. Most of the evidence was pretty convincing—but Inoue can't actually believe you would do that stuff for no good reason."

"Rukia it's not just that… She knows."

"Knows what?"

"You know what!"

"One of these days you are gonna have to actually say it out loud!" Rukia snapped, making Ichigo sink lower into his seat, but then frustration had him on his feet. He stood as much as the cuffs would allow.

"Do I really need to be punished by YOU too!? My father refuses to see me and my fiance can't even look me in the eyes. My sisters are both outside that door in tears, and I'm about to go to fucking prison!" Ichigo shouted without realizing.

Rukia jumped to her feet and was about to shout back, but the door slammed open and guards rushed in to detain Ichigo.

"It's okay! He just got a little upset! No! Don't hurt him!" Rukia tried to pry the guards off, but they just moved her to the side. Ichigo didn't fight them as he was dragged away. He didn't even make a sound.

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"Move it, inmates!"

No matter how much people outside wanted to call these places 'correctional institutes' it's obviously a goddamn prison. There was no sugarcoating how fucked he was.

Ichigo shuffled forward as fast as he could manage with large cuffs attached to his wrists and ankles.

They called this Low-Level Security?

Ichigo looked up as he and three other prisoners were forced to get off the bus. They shuffled forward, between chain-linked fences that led straight to large double-doors. From what he could see, the place was huge. Guard towers stood at each corner and were protected by more fences. It actually seemed a lot different from the pictures he was shown online. Those pictures had been a little more colorful and showed off the different 'activities' that inmates could participate in.

Tennis.

Soccer.

Basketball.

Workshops.

Movie nights.

They made it look like a goddamn hotel.

But this was nothing like what they made it seem.

"Yoooo~ We got some newbies comin' in!"

Ichigo could see through the layers of fences to the yard where a bunch of prisoners were beginning to gather. He felt like he was being scrutinized so he kept his eyes down and tilted his head so that his bangs covered his face.

"Look at all those fine lookin' freshmeat~" Another inmate in the back of the group shouted. Ichigo couldn't help but peek and his eyes widened when he saw him. This guy was about the tallest man Ichigo had ever seen. Long, greasy black hair rolled down his skinny face while boney fingers laced through the chainlink. "Yo, I call dibs on the blonde." He said with a predatory glint in his eye. Yes, eye. A white cloth was wrapped around the other.

It reminded him of another tall man with an eyepatch that he'd met in his past.

Ichigo glanced back to see the blonde in question. He looked to be about an inch shorter and had hip-length wavy locks of gold. His pale skin glistened with a layer of nervous sweat. Poor guy looked terrified.

Ichigo returned his face towards the ground. He wanted to stay invisible for as long as he could manage.

The doors closed behind them, shutting out the wolf whistles and catcalls that tried to follow. They were herded to the middle of the room while one of the officers went straight to the receiving desk where a woman sat behind bulletproof glass.

"We have 4 new inmates that need to go through processing." The officer explained once the woman looked up.

She had long dark hair that had a purplish hue in the light and was pulled up into a ponytail. Her tanned skin was pulled taut across well-muscled limbs and golden eyes glared from a shapley face.

"Already called for someone. They should be here in a minute." She said before giving the new inmates a once over and then returning to the magazine she had been browsing.

"Line up against the wall and pay attention, inmates!" The guard shouted, making a few of them jump in surprise. Man this guy had a set of lungs on him. And if his voice didn't make you deaf, then you were sure to be blinded by the bright glare from his smoothly shaven scalp. "My name is Ikkaku Madarame! I am a correctional officer and I'll be processing each of you through. You will go, ONE AT A TIME, through that door. Inside will be nurse Hanataro as well as another officer. Hanataro will give you a quick mandatory physical and then you'll be strip searched. If we find any contraband on you then it will be confiscated and 3 points will be added to your record. If you get 5 points then it's a whole year added to your sentence… Is that understood!?"

All they could do was swallow and nod.

"Good… Then welcome to your new home at Hueco Mundo."

Ichigo felt his whole body stiffen and his chest tighten.

"W-what…?"

"Move it along!" Ikkaku barked, but Ichigo was still trying to process what he'd just heard.

"Wait!" His words fell on deaf ears. "Hold on!" Ichigo tried to pry his arm from the guard's grip, but this Ikkaku guy had fingers made of fucking iron. "I said wait! I'm supposed to be at the Karakura Correctional Facility! Why am I at a Max Prison?!" Ichigo desperately wanted to stop himself from going further inside, but Ikkaku only spared him a frown before chucking him through the door. Ichigo nearly fell face-first as he stumbled forward in the ankle-cuffs.

"Fucking asshole, I said-" Ichigo's rant was cut short with an elbow to the mouth.

"Watch it inmate. You want a point on your record before you even get to see your cell?"

Ichigo suppressed the urge to snap at the guard. It wasn't worth it.

His promise with Rukia to stay out of trouble was seeming more and more impossible with every passing second.

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"Cell #56! Get your asses out here for inspection!" Ikkaku rapped his baton across the bars to the cell as he spoke, almost making it impossible to hear what he said. The prisoners seemed to know what he wanted though and stood to line up outside in the hall.

The first man to come out was tall, with sun-kissed skin and deep crimson hair that he had tied up into a tight ponytail. The most intimidating thing about him were the numerous tribal tattoos that littered his body. They were everywhere—even his eyebrows had been shaved off and replaced with black ink.

The second cellmate was much smaller and less intimidating. He was about a head shorter than Ichigo and skinny-but not in a frail way. Light-brown locks were cut just above the shoulder and flared chaotically at the ends.

"C'mon! Hurry it up in there!" Ikkaku shouted with another bang against the cell door.

"Yeah, yeah, baldy. Heard ya the first time…"

Ichigo felt his skin crawl when he got a good look at the last prisoner to come out. He was pale—no—he was more than just pale. He was so white that it looked like he'd been submerged in bleach for a whole week. The only flash of color came from his eyes: Golden irises surrounded by pitch black sclera. Ichigo wondered if that was natural or if this man was allowed to wear special contact lenses.

Ichigo locked eyes with the pale criminal as he came strutting out to join the other two inmates. All three of them stared at the newbie as he shuffled awkwardly. Ichigo was used to being the object of attention for most of his life, but this was different. He felt like he was being corralled into a cage full of lions and tigers with nothing but clothes to defend him from their sharp claws. Ichigo made himself look as small as possible, especially when the guard disappeared behind the cell door. It only took Ikkaku a quick second to sweep the room for any obvious contraband but it felt like Ichigo was being scrutinized for far too long; He was being sized-up, he knew he was. Shaking off his nervousness, Ichigo squared his shoulders and held his chin up high to show that he wasn't going to be a pushover, but that just seemed to intrigue them more.

"Alright, inmates." Ikkaku addressed the line, including Ichigo. This time the man wasn't yelling, but he still spoke loud enough to capture the attention of others walking by. "This is your new bunkmate. So… Let's see here….Renji." The tall redhead looked up at the sound of his name, "I want you to show newbie the ropes. Try and make sure he doesn't get stabbed on his first day."

Ichigo's stomach twisted and his lips moved without thinking, "Wait, how often do—"

"Hey!" Ikkaku snapped, shutting Ichigo right up, "Was I speaking to you?" he waited to make sure Ichigo would keep his mouth shut before looking back over to Renji. "Keep this one out of trouble for the next 24 hours and I'll put $3 in your commissary. Whatchu say, Red?"

Renji seemed to be thinking it over, then a smirk spread across his thin lips "Make it 10 and I'll even make sure he signs up to a club."

The guard laughed right in his face and then moved along to the next inmate. "What about you, Keigo?" The short brunette looked over to Ichigo nervously. When their eyes locked, Keigo immediately caved and let his gaze sink to the floor while shaking his head. He obviously wasn't interested, "C'mon man—I'll even knock it up to $6."

"Aw come on!" Renji groaned irritably, but he was ignored.

Keigo looked up with dull eyes only to roll them. "You know I wouldn't be a good babysitter."

Ikkaku sighed through his nose and then snuck a peek to the silent white-haired shadow hovering near the cell door. "Eehhhhh…" But then he turned to face the newest prisoner. "Oh well. I guess you're on your own, kid."

Ichigo wanted to snap at the guard for talking down to him, but he reminded himself that it wasn't worth it. He refrained from moving a single muscle.

"I'll show'm around." All eyes snapped to the creepy albino and Ichigo felt his mouth go dry. The man's voice was deep and distorted and hard to miss. "For the $6 of course."

Ikkaku scrutinized the inmate closely, "Hmm… Well… Whatever, I don't see why not." Ichigo unconsciously hugged the blanket and sheets he'd been supplied with when gold on black eyes looked him up and down. "But one wrong move and I'll put you back in solitary." Ikkaku moved closer towards the inmate so he could add in a soft whisper, "Better yet… If I hear one complaint about you today I'll have you transferred back to Psych Ward." He smirked when he could hear the growl rumbling deep inside the other man's chest.

Ikkaku gave a hard, friendly whack to the albino's shoulder before addressing Ichigo one last time. "Watch out for this one. He bites."

Ichigo guessed it was supposed to be some inside joke from the way Renji and Keigo exploded with laughter. The subject of their amusement had the opposite reaction and sent them a glare that promised pain in the near future.

"Alright I'll leave this to you guys." Ikkaku said, unperturbed, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way down the hall to the double-gated exit that led back to the real world.

Slowly, the crowd that had gathered dispersed. They were left to themselves—save the random inmate here and there, as well as the guards posted down both ends of the long hallway.

Ichigo gripped the blanket nervously when he realized he was alone with 3 different criminals, one of which has been thrown in Solitary and the Psych Ward—who also just so happens to be his assigned 'guide'.

"Ahhh.. Don't look so uptight" The redhead, Renji, came up first and threw an arm over Ichigo's shoulder. He had no choice but to follow as he was practically dragged into the cell. "Ikkaku likes to act all big and tough 'round the new guys." He explained while snatching up Ichigo's blanket and chucking it into the bottom bunk on the right side of the room. "But he's one of the few guards that actually gives a shit about us." At Ichigo's incredulous look he added, "Granted, he has a strange way of showing it sometimes…"

"Says you." The brunette, Keigo, grumbled as he made his way inside and then immediately curled up in the far corner of the room where blankets and sheets were bunched up like a nest. "Baldy is one of the most intense guards here—besides Captain Jingles, of course. And I hate it when he tries to bribe us into doing his job…"

Renji puffed out a short laugh at that. "So you sayin' you couldn't use the extra couple bucks in your pitiful commissary?"

"Whatever…" Keigo snipped under his breath before burrowing under the blanket. He looked like a dog nosing its way underneath the covers.

Ichigo stood awkwardly by his bunk, not really sure what to say or do. He gnawed on his bottom lip as Renji moved towards Keigo to continue bickering. Meanwhile, Mr. creepy-eyed-albino was circling him like a damned vulture. He tensed when a hand reached out to lightly push him and then tug at his hair.

"Is that orange I see?" The man pressed for a closer look while pointing to his roots. Renji quickly turned on his heel and went right back towards the newbie. Ichigo rose his lip in a snarl at the close proximity of these two. The albino even tilted Ichigo's head for a better angle and smirked when he saw the bright orange locks hidden beneath. Ichigo let them examine him with fists clenched in frustration. It'd been over a month since he's been able to do anything with his hair, so it had gotten a little long for his liking and the black dye was fading into a weird brownish hue.

"Anyway… first things first…" The albino said, finally shoving Ichigo's face away and putting some distance between them. When Ichigo frowned at him, the crazy albino let loose a grin so wide it would put the chesire cat to shame. "What should we call you…"

"My name's I-"

"I don't give a shit what yo name is!"

Ichigo's fists clenched and he managed not to jump at the sudden yell. He then steeled himself when the man rushed forward until he was almost pressed up against him, foreheads practically touching.

Ichigo didn't retreat… But he didn't argue back either.

"You've got some balls man… I'll give ya that…" The man said, his warm breath ghosting over Ichigo's face, making his nose scrunch up at the pungent smell that washed over him. It wasn't necessarily a bad smell. It smelt like… raspberries?

Now that he had a closer look, Ichigo realized the whole inside of the man's mouth was blue, like he'd been drinking koolaide all day.

"Clementine?" Renji cracked a smirk while the other snorted in amusement.

"Funny… but nah... Too long."

"That's what she said." All eyes turned to glare at Keigo who was still hiding beneath his blanket nest. But then they decided to ignore him.

"How about... spitfire? He seems like he'll be a little hellraiser." Renji offered, but that only earned him an eyeroll.

"Nah… Gotta earn a name like tha'... Wait, what time is it?"

Renji shrugged and pointed out at the hall where a clock hung precariously against the light-green walls.

"Fuck… It's 9:30… I gotta run some errands 'fore they call lunch."

Ichigo released a sigh of relief when the crazy man finally stepped back. He was about to be even more relieved as he watched the guy walk towards the cell door. Maybe he could finally have a moment to process all of this fucked up shit.

"Why don'tchya take newbie with ya?"

Fuck…

Ichigo sent a hard glare towards Renji for opening his mouth, but the redhead just grinned back at him.

"Mmm… Yeahhh. Guess I could do tha'. C'mon, newbie."

Ichigo fought against the hand that snatched up his elbow, but then slowly relaxed when he didn't feel like he was in any immediate danger. Ichigo fell into step with his new guide, which finally got the man to let go.

Ichigo figured he could play along with their little rules until he could speak to someone in charge and get his paperwork double-checked.

Because this had to be a mistake.

One giant unacceptable fuck-up.

"So how long you gonna be with us?"

Ichigo didn't know if he should really answer, because he honestly wasn't sure if his sentence had been changed... plus, so far, every time he has tried to say anything, he's been told to shut up.

So he stayed silent.

This seemed to please the other inmate—if the pat on the back was anything to go by.

"Ya catch on pretty fast, buddy. Just keep yer head down and mouth shut… and you'll make it outta here in one piece."

They both paused once they reached the end of the hall and stood before the guard on duty. This guard was almost half Ichigo's size! He wanted to laugh, but there was nothing funny about the icy stare he was receiving; A cold, unforgiving stare that seemed to suck away all the jokes that sprung to Ichigo's head.

"Lunch isn't for another hour and a half, White."

Said 'white' got close to the guard without being too far in the smaller man's personal space. "Yeah I get that, Mr. Toshiro, sir, but Ikkaku wants me ta show this guy the ropes, ya know? And how am I gonna be able to show him the cafeteria if it's crawlin' with them inmates. He won't be able to hear a damn word I'm sayin', ya know what I'm sayin'?"

Toshiro looked like he was on the verge of rolling his eyes, but Ichigo admired his will of steel as he kept his gaze locked with the inmate's. They silently glared back and forth to one another until it seemed like they were having some muted conversation, then Toshiro side-stepped out of the way. Just like that.

Ichigo fell into step behind his guide as the man swaggered through the open gateway to the next set of halls. This section of the building seemed a lot more open, with high ceilings and white painted walls. Large bulletproof windows stood beside each doorway so you could look inside the room and see what was happening. Ichigo felt an eyebrow raise when he noticed the different groups of people inside. Each were doing some kind of activity—from arts and crafts, to card games, to study groups, and more.

These must be the clubs that Renji mentioned earlier. Ichigo wanted to ask about them and see if there might be anything interesting, but his guide seemed a little preoccupied talking with someone else. Well, guess it didn't matter anyway—wasn't like Ichigo planned to be here long, right?

This was only temporary.

Right?

"Hey yo, Tattoo."

"What's up Whitey?!"

'Tattoo' seemed to be an obvious nickname based on the ink that was noticeably visible on this guy's face. He had the number '69' carved onto his cheek and a thick bar circling his neck. As if he didn't look intimidating enough with the tattoos and chiseled features, he also had three long scars going down the side of his face.

"I'm showin' around one of the newbies 'ere." Said whitey explained while pointing a thumb in Ichigo's direction.

"Yeah… I can see that… Whatchu in for?"

Ichigo looked back and forth between the inmates questionably. Was he allowed to talk? This guy was being pretty friendly, and whitey was raising a brow curiously, as if he was waiting to hear the answer as well.

"Uhm… I thought you weren't supposed to ask that kind of stuff in prison…" Ichigo whispered uncomfortably. Apparently he'd been some kind of comedian in his past life because both men threw their heads back and laughed.

"Oh shit! You really are a newbie! Bet you never even been to jail 'fore, have ya?"

"Well… no…." And it was true. He'd spent a month locked up during his trial, but that wasn't quite the same. Ichigo had gotten himself into plenty of fights and he's done some bad shit, but he was trained to never leave evidence. He knew that the only reason he was in this shithole now was because someone snitched on him… And there was only one person who had known his real name—a person Ichigo hoped to never ever see again.

Ichigo didn't even bother asking Byakuya who it was that ratted him out during the trials, because it was obvious.

"Damnnn… You've got your work cut out for you."

The albino inmate leaned against the wall with a shrug before getting 'tattoo's attention.

"He'll be a'ight—but anyway. Y'know why I'm here, Tats. Pay up."

"Fuck man… You said I had 3 more days." Tattoo seemed a lot more nervous now and he shuffled back so he wasn't within striking distance. Ichigo felt that he should also probably back up too just in case a fight broke out.

"Eh… I changed my mind. A week shoulda been long enough for you to get what I wanted."

"Tch…." Tattoo shook his head making shaggy, ebony locks caress his forehead. "Fine… But next time I want the primo shit—not that leftover crap you threw at me." He held up a card as he said this.

"I only give primo stuff to the assholes that pay on time, motherfucker." White snarled as he snatched the card from the other's hand. Then he raised a palm up expectantly. "And where the fuck is my tip."

"C'mon, White… I wasn't even expecting ya to come by yet—Cut me some slack."

Ichigo frowned and could only watch as the albino suddenly grabbed tattoo-guy by the throat. He wondered if he should call out for the guards, but before he could make up his mind—the moment was over and Tattoo-guy was bent over and coughing for air. He gingerly massaged his abused throat and kept his eyes glued down towards the marbled tiles as he stood back to his full height.

"I-I'll swing by your cell after lunch…"

A sadistic smirk split that pale ghost-like face. "That's what I thought."

Ichigo stood there for a long moment as White turned and started making his way down the hall. He noticed how all the other inmates—and even a few of the guards, stood clear and made sure to get out of the man's way. This guy owned the hall… and not in a good way.

"Watch your back around him…"

Ichigo glanced over at tattoo to see that a bruise was already blossoming around his neck.

"Thanks for the heads up."

Tattoo-guy gave him a friendly nod before disappearing into the nearest room, which happened to have a television hooked up near the ceiling. Circular tables and chairs littered the room and two guards were posted right below the screen. Ichigo figured it was so you could always see them in your peripherals while watching television—a constant reminder of where you were and to keep yourself under control.

Apparently that kind of thing didn't work on men like 'White'. He could strangle another inmate in plain sight and go as he pleased. The guards seemed oblivious to his antics.

"Yo, newbie!" Ichigo quickly spun around at the sound of his new petname to lock eyes with black on gold. "You comin'?"

Did he have a choice?

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It took them about a whole hour to complete the 'tour', if you could really call it that. All Ichigo did was follow behind the guy everyone calls 'White'. It was obviously a nickname, but Ichigo was surprised by how much respect this one man commanded. Throughout the whole hour, he only had to strangle that one tattooed guy; Everyone else seemed to have their 'payments' ready and on time. Said payments were in the form of a card and Ichigo figured out that the 'tip' was actually a jolly-rancher. A raspberry flavored jolly-rancher. Which explains the blue mouth.

That's one mystery solved about this guy.

Ichigo had tried asking him questions—like what exactly the cards were for or where to go if you wanted to speak with administration, but the only answers he got were sharp glares. So... Ichigo tried learning purely through observation.

One of his questions was answered when they passed a closed-in room with a line of people outside. It looked like one of those small gas stations that closed at night but you were still able to ask for items and have them passed to you through a slot. Inside this prison convenience store were basic necessities and supplies that were obviously pre-approved for purchase.

Toiletries, variety of candy, magazines, hand radios, and more.

And how were they purchasing the items? With those same cards White was collecting.

Ichigo made an educated guess to assume those cards worked like prepaid ones for your commissary.

Then his second question was answered when they passed another large hall that stretched by the empty cafeteria. Among the line of doors to his right, there was one with a plank and inscribed on it was the word 'Counselor'. That seemed like the perfect place to go and ask the other questions that were burning away inside of him.

Ichigo took a quick peek towards his guide to find that he was in a small group and looked to be deep in conversation. Taking this as his opportunity, Ichigo snuck away from the group and managed to get to the door without being spotted. He politely tapped his knuckles against the closed door.

"Come in," answered a deep voice. Ichigo opened the door and peered inside to see a spacious office filled with everything you'd imagine a counselor's office to have. Motivational posters stuck to the walls, odd knicks knacks on the shelves, a shitload of thick books on psychology, framed awards and degrees, and of course a large desk with a sleek laptop tucked to the corner, as well as a comfy leather rolling chair to go with everything. Atop that chair sat a man who looked to be in his early 30's. He had thick, chestnut hair and smooth skin. His expression was calm and his eyes clear and focused behind thick-rimmed glasses.

Ichigo gulped and suppressed his nervousness before fully entering the room.

"You can close the door behind you if you'd like." The man said in a gentle voice, as if he was just a regular counselor at some school and not a prison. Ichigo was honestly surprised at how much… 'freedom' the inmates had around here. He imagined everyone at a Max Security prison to be shuffled from place to place in ankle cuffs and force-fed in large chairs that you were strapped to.

But maybe he'd been watching too many prison shows…

"Have a seat."

Ichigo nodded and slowly did as he was told. He made his way to the chair closest to the large desk and sunk into the plush cushions. He folded his hands into his lap before gathering the courage to finally say something, but the man beat him to it.

"Is this your first day?"

Ichigo nodded.

"And what's your name?"

"... Ichigo Kurosaki."

The man gave him a warm smile before turning to dig in the bottom drawer of his desk. When he came back up, he brought with him a thick file full of paperwork. And written at the top in sharpie was 'Kurosaki'.

Ichigo felt his eyebrows furrow at that. If him being sent here was a mistake, then how did this guy have a whole file on him? Did Byakuya do something about this? Did the Judge just announce the wrong facility by accident during the trial?

"Looks like you have a lot of questions." The counselor observed as Ichigo looked to be having a nervous breakdown.

"Yes. Mr…" He paused to glance at the nameplate "Aizen. I just… When I went to court the other day, the judge said I'd be going to the Karakura Prison… Not…" Ichigo gestured with his hands, showing his frustration. "Even my lawyer, Byakuya Kuchiki, was under the impression that I would be—well—not here."

"Ah… I see." The counselor leaned back in his chair as he opened Ichigo's file. He flipped through each piece of paper and skimmed down the information, eyes swiftly scrolling back and forth as if looking for something specific. He hummed to himself once he flipped to the last couple pages, making Ichigo's knees bounce irritably. He was nervous and the wait was starting to kill him.

"Mhm…" Mr. Aizen hummed to himself as he pulled out a single paper and then slid it across the desk towards Ichigo. "No mistake, Mr. Kurosaki."

Ichigo quickly leaned forward and looked to the paragraph that the man's long finger was pointing to.

'Prisoner 156

I, Ichigo Kurosaki, hereby understand that my sentence of 5 years will be served in the correctional institute: Hueco Mundo. Court ordered by the city of Karakura and—'

Ichigo didn't bother reading further and slammed back into the chair, nearly tipping it over. He then gave Mr. Aizen an incredulous look.

"There must be some mistake…"

The man raised a perfectly shaped brow in response while sliding his finger down to the very bottom of the page.

"Is this not your signature?"

Ichigo glanced back at the file and gritted his teeth in frustration.

"No it's…" he trailed off when what he'd just read finally sank in, "wait… 5 years!?" Ichigo took a good look at the information written and then at the smooth strokes of ink that created his own name. It was exactly like his signature. To the TEE.

"Correct. 4 years with good behavior. So are you saying this is not your signature?" Aizen questioned.

"Yes!" Ichigo felt himself snap but then he quickly composed himself when he saw Mr. Aizen subtly place a hand beneath his desk. Ichigo assumed there must be some sort of alarm or button, but Aizen had yet to press it. "Sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper…" Ichigo apologized, which seemed to sooth the counselor. He adjusted his glasses before leaning back over the desk with both hands visible now.

"I understand this must be frustrating for you," Ichigo suppressed the urge to scoff at that. "But this is official paperwork and any discrepancies must be taken seriously. Are you sure you didn't just neglect to read the paperwork you were signing?"

Ichigo shook his head vigorously.

Aizen tapped his nail against the wood in thought as he eyed the paperwork in question.

"Alright. I'll investigate further on this, Mr. Kurosaki." He smiled kindly to the prisoner, calming the younger's nerves. "Now was there anything else I could help you with."

Ichigo slowly shook his head and then stood when he realized that his visit had come to an end. "I appreciate you taking this seriously, Mr. Aizen."

"You may call me Sousuke." The man said with another pleasant smile. Ichigo strained to reciprocate the expression and then started towards the door. He paused with his hand on the knob when Sousuke added, "And for your sake… Ichigo…" said prisoner felt a small shiver go down his spine, "I hope you're right."

Ichigo quickly exited without giving a response.

Well that was a little ominous…

Just as his heart had finally calmed back down, Ichigo felt his body tense when fingers wrapped around the collar of his grey prison jumpsuit. He was then pulled, more like dragged, into a nearby room which was conveniently empty.

"The fuck did you tell him!?"

Ichigo wrinkled his nose as raspberry breath wafted over his face.

Again.

Ichigo felt annoyance build up and he shoved the other man away from his personal space.

"Not that it's any of your fucking business, but I just wanted to see about getting some paperwork corrected. I was supposed to go to the Karakura Minimum security Prison."

White seemed skeptical at first but when he realized Ichigo was telling the truth, he cracked a smirk and a small giggle bubbled from his chest. "Heheheh."

"What's so fucking funny?"

"Nuttin'... wanna continue the tour?"

Ichigo nearly groaned, but he settled for an eyeroll. "I thought we were done."

BEEEP!

Ichigo jumped as the intercoms came to life while White inspected his black coated nails nonchalantly.

IT'S 11:30 INMATES. You may begin making your way to the cafeteria. It's sloppy joe special today. Enjoy!

BLPP.

"Guess we'll continue later. C'mon."

When they went back into the hall, it was like getting sucked into a current at sea. Ichigo attempted to stay near his guide, but he had little control over where he was going. It was a little disorderly for his taste, but when he looked around he could see that there were Guards everywhere.

So even if Ichigo wanted to push someone out of his way, he was scared he might come face to face with a baton or, god forbid, pepper spray.

Ichigo took a deep breath when he finally managed to get to the cafeteria. A huge line had formed and everyone was handed a tray with the same portion of food on each: a single sloppy joe sandwich with a scoop of mixed vegetables and a snakpak pudding for dessert.

Ichigo was pushed along in the line until he finally came to a stop in front of the man serving his plate. It was the same tall guy he'd seen this morning hooting at the blonde. His hair looked even more greasy up close and Ichigo had to strain his head back to even make eye contact. Apparently he'd been staring because the man gave him a curious once over. Ichigo quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to draw anymore attention to himself and moved along.

Ichigo took a quick look around and spotted his… cellmates? He guessed he could call them that, Renji and Keigo towards the right. But there was no sign of White anywhere.

Ichigo took another look around as he made his way to where the other two sat, and that's when something caught his eye.

A familiar color that made his blood run cold and his limbs freeze. The object of his ire was sauntering towards the back corner of the canteen, the familiar shade of sky blue hair like a beacon in the crowd. Blue hair which still defied gravity and swirled up to look like an ocean wave.

No… It can't be.

All doubt evaporated in one soul-sucking moment when he got a good look at the man's cobalt eyes and sharp canines that glinted behind smirking lips.

No.

No fucking way.

NO!

What could he have possibly done in a past life to deserve this fucked up karma?

—okay scratch that. He's done plenty of fucked up things, but wasn't going to prison punishment enough?

Ichigo's body moved faster than his brain had time to catch up. He let the tray of food drop and, before he even realized what he was doing, he was across the room and behind the object of his bane and frustration. His fist was aimed at the man's cheek and his food hadn't even hit the ground yet.

Whistles were blown and there was a lot of shouting. Ichigo could remember the jeers and threats as well as the hoots and laughs from other inmates amidst the commands to stop.

He didn't stop.

Not even when he had the man pinned face first to the ground. All he could do to defend himself from Ichigo's fury was raise his arms to block the punches aimed at the back of his head. Ichigo was so furious that he could barely see straight, but his fists seemed to know exactly where they wanted to hit.

Before he could deliver the finishing blow, gloved hands attempted to pull him away. Ichigo wasn't finished though. He flipped the guard that had grabbed his elbow and then twisted the other away by his wrist.

Ichigo snapped up when his target was also grabbed and dragged to his feet. Ichigo sped forward and managed to punch him in the temple and knock him out before the sharp darts of a taser stabbed him in the side. 50,000 volts of electricity coursed through him and he was down in an instant. His muscles tensed and contracted to the point where he couldn't move. He struggled to even open his eyes and look up.

Last thing he saw was Ikkaku's frowning face and then his world went dark.

Sorry Rukia…

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TBC

I have a feeling this story might be taken down as it gets more... raunchy.

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