Disclaimer: Je n'ai pas Bleach. Il n'est pas mon. C'est tres mal francais. Pardon s'il vous plait.
Ichigo stared blankly at the white marble floor beneath him. His socks were plenty thick, and he was wearing thatched shoes, but the cold leaked in anyway, making his toes hurt. He wiggled them slowly, back and forth, and he curled them so that the middle part of his foot arched up, only the tips of his toes and the heels were touching the floor now. Ichigo slid his toes forward, slowly resuming his original stance, feet flat to the ground.
He scoffed and kicked the floor. Why was everything so white? And how was every stupid thing here so clean? Back home, Yuzu would spend hours just trying to clean the kitchen, let alone their small house and clinic, and this place seemed to shine no matter how hard you tried to dirty it up. Ichigo had tried a number of times to dirty it, bringing in sand from the neighboring dunes, spitting whenever he passed a small corner, but every time he returned the vandalized place would be clean once more. It ticked him off to no end. Ichigo chewed on his cheek and looked around, gaze flickering from side to side at the curiously empty room. This place was meant for grand parties, but he hardly ever saw anyone around. It was so...empty all of the time. How could these bastards stand it?
Ichigo wondered about his friends. He took a deep breath to calm himself and squeezed his fists; they were fine. If Ichigo was alive, then so were those stubborn friends of his. Renji wouldn't let Rukia die, and Chad was strong. Ishida...it was impossible to kill that freak Quincy.
Orihime...her name came to his mind. He wondered which room she was in. He wondered what she was doing, if she was okay. Aizen hadn't hurt him, but he'd nearly killed that vice-captain, that young girl, so he wouldn't put it past the bastard to put her in harm's way. The thought of her beaten to a pulp and lying across the floor, bloody and bruised, flickered across his mind. The thought made him hot, made steam rise inside his lungs, aching to burst out and cause an eruption of anger to anyone nearby.
But no one was there.
Ichigo wanted to kick something, badly, but there wasn't much around the room. Finally he set his gaze on the throne. That stupid throne Aizen sat in seemingly all day. Why? Didn't he have babies to eat or something? That bastard, just what was his game? Ichigo wished he were sitting in that dumb throne right now, he'd give him a run for his money. He'd show that asshole just how strong Ichigo had become, he'd tell off that bastard. He marched over to the throne and stood before it, cursing its very existence.
You... he thought angrily. You used us. We were just little pawns in your scheme weren't we? And now you have us all here as stupid hostages. I'll show you though. I'm not just some toy you found on the side of the road. In the heat of the moment Ichigo brought his foot up and slammed it into the hard stone. It hurt, and he was convinced that he had broken a few toes, but it didn't matter. They hurt to begin with. He kicked it again and again, as if doing so would make the thing crumble to pieces.
"Ryoka boy—" called a smooth deep voice.
"My name is ICHIGO! And it means ONE WHO PROTECTS! ICHIGO! GOT IT?!" he shouted, nearly hysterical and turned around sharply, ready to take on anyone with- literally -his bare hands. Unfortunately for him, it was Aizen that had called to him. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
The said devil smiled a bit. "Very well, Ichigo. It's time for your dinner, aren't you hungry?" Ichigo didn't answer. He wanted to fight him. He wanted to so badly, but he couldn't. The amount of spiritual pressure Aizen was leaking out of his creepy smile alone was more than Ichigo could take.
Ichigo bowed his head. He was a coward.
"You haven't been eating lately. Is something wrong?"
"Your ugly face." Ichigo retorted weakly. It was the only thing he could do now, without Zangetsu. Without his other half, he realized just how pathetic and weak he was. He had to resort to second rate insults now.
Aizen merely raised his eyebrows. "I see." He spoke calmly, his voice was so serene in the midst of the huge empty halls, the catacomb-like building. His voice carried through them like leaves down the river, calm and seemingly harmless. But Aizen's voice wasn't the leaves, they were the distraction- Aizen's voice was the waterfall ahead. Ichigo knew this very well.
Without warning Aizen grabbed Ichigo by the collar, yanking him around and lifting him a foot above the ground, Ichigo yelped and struggled, trying to kick Aizen to no avail. Aizen shook the young man, stopping him from doing anything of the sort and bore into him with cold brown eyes.
"Ichigo," he said, calm as ever. "Didn't you ever learn about proper conduct?" Ichigo choked out a gagging noise and Aizen gave a doubtful look at him. Ichigo was still for a few seconds, as if he had given up and hung in Aizen's grip like a languid doll. His feet hung pathetically downward, and his head was mostly tilted up, eyes closed. Glazed over brown orbs looked to the ceiling, waiting for the moment to pass and for him to be returned to the floor. Aizen took it all in, and scoffed inside his mind. He would have thought Ichigo would have put up more of a—
Just then Ichigo whipped out his hand and nearly struck the man on the face. He missed by only an inch and began to flail about psychotically, his instincts taking over once more. Aizen chuckled. The little opossum almost had him fooled. He threw Ichigo to the ground, several feet away from him and Ichigo landed with a clumsy thump. He straightened out his collar indignantly and sneered at Aizen.
"What's so funny boy?" Aizen asked, somewhat curious, somewhat annoyed for a reason he couldn't quite touch on.
"I just didn't think your face could get any uglier; then I saw you up close." He swallowed hard, small adam's apple bobbing while Aizen's eyes narrowed. Not from anger, oh no, but narrowed in the way a scientist looked at his specimen, the hunter at his new catch. He wasn't quite sure yet just how much time he should spend playing with it before eating it.
"Well," he smiled a bit. The corners of his mouth turned slightly upward, like that of the winner of a runner who just gained the last few inches in the last seconds of the race. "I suppose you'll be seeing something absolutely hideous tonight." He chuckled lightly as Ichigo's eyes widened in shock and terror. Aizen wasn't sure which sentiment tasted sweeter. Aizen licked the bottom of his lip suggestively and turned away, heading down one of the many halls in Las Noches. "Eat. I don't want you passing out from hunger when I get to the good part."
Ichigo shuddered, hands steadying himself on the floor, to prevent him from falling backward. Ichigo's breath didn't cooperate with his efforts to calm himself. He moved slowly, knees bent and elbows resting relaxed against his knees, but looking at the position closer, one could see that Ichigo wasn't relaxed in the slightest. More than anything he wanted to see Orihime right now. Her hyper attitude and friendly demeanor was the only thing that could calm him now. But he couldn't see her. So as Ichigo stared at the ceiling, he imagined her, and all of his friends back at school. Back to the time when they were all safe.
Author's Note: Since Speculation was pretty popular, I decided to go with another AizenxIchigo fanfiction. I apologize for the general cruelty of Aizen, but in the story if something like this were to happen, it's just my perception that it would happen like this. Aizen isn't a nice guy, facts are facts. Although I do like the idea of him being nice to Ichigo, I'm just not skilled enough to make it seem plausible. Though admittedly Aizen is a tad too sadistic in this.
And in case you've guessed it, I really do like the OrihimexIchigo pairing. Pretty much it's whoever Orihime wants, cause I love her, but she wants Ichigo, so Ulquiorra, you're just going to have to wait your turn buddy. :(
Hope you enjoyed it. I would like to write a small one shot of Gin, or maybe Rangiku (or both?) but I'm not sure how that'll turn out. We'll see. :)
And I apologize that the title makes no sense. DX