Okay, I got inspired by BonneNuit's latest chapters on the Uke Ichigo Collection thingy.(Forgot the complete title) And because of it, she was okay about me writing the fic based on the AiIchi chapters 'Confession in the Twilight'. Also, I once had thought about it this one weekend anyway. Gosh, my first actual AizenxIchigo fic, I'm so nerblous!

Breaking the Twilight by Boogermeister

Chapter 1- Part Of Me

Ichigo's POV

From the short distance, I watched him cautiously as he waddled around in the cool white sand. His wavy, chesnut brown hair wafted from the small wind picking up. For over the past year, I kept a watchful on him ever since he was born. All because of his manipulative father. "Ooh!" he exclaimed in surprise as he glanced up and pointed at a tall red pillar in a distance. "Bahh! Ba-bahh!"

"Yeah, I can see it . . . ." I muttered quietly, staring at the pillar with a distant memory in my mind. I was stuck in Hueco Mundo ever since that bastard kidnapped me nearly two years ago. Stuck within this palace, Las Noches, almost like a prison with no way out. Because of that, he drugged me and I was forced to give in to him. After that, I couldn't turn away the strong potency of the drug lest I'd go into a seizure-like withdrawal, and I would hate myself for getting pleasure from him. Then, without warning, I unknowingly drank a different drug and became pregnant by him.

To be honest, I was in denial. I didn't want it at first, all because of him and his manipulative ways. He said the pregnancy will last just three months; my stomach will grow with his child quickly. But every time I would go to sleep, I would see the child in my arms smiling warmly at me, and I couldn't find myself to hate him despite of his father. Because I have a male body, the modified drug created a psuedo womb inside of me and when the pregnancy ended, I had to get a cesarean for the child to be born.

In the back of my mind, I still thought that I couldn't love him but the sound of his first crying made my instincts, possibly maternal, took over and held him in my arms. "You will make a wonderful mother, Ichigo . . . ." he had told me, it sounded almost like a mocking tone to my ears. Apprehension rose within me, I didn't want him to be near his own son but it was obviously inevitable. He could control me based on my new emotions for the child. Instead, I just nodded as I turned my attention towards the blanketed newborn.

"Would you like to name him, Ichigo?" he had asked with a small smirk on his face, kissing on top of my head. "I'm giving you an offer to name him whatever you want, you already gave him to me as an heir." I didn't reply at first, I was too busy staring at what was a part of me in silent awe. ". . . . Well, Ichigo?"

"I . . . ." I muttered quietly. "I'd like to name him . . . ."

"Tensa." My 13-month-old son stopped at my firm tone of voice, when he saw a lizard-like hollow darting through the sand and wanted to chase after it. He turned to me with a frown-like pout, he didn't have the exact eye color like his father, which was a deep bronze. It was the same as my chocolate-colored ones, it was more vibrant rather than sinister. "Don't go after it, it'll bite you," I scolded quietly as I walked up to him.

"Buh . . . .!" he whined, swinging his arm at the direction where the lizard had disappeared to. I merely stared down at him with a scolding frown, it was no denying that he actually looked like him. But his smile was more innocent compared to the man's evil smirk. Even the white clothing were similar, though the top was fashioned into a shirt so he wouldn't strain himself while playing.

As for me, my clothing consisted of the reverse version of my bankai mode as well as a choker-like collar. To me, it was nothing but a cruel device to surpress my unnaturally huge reiatsu. "The lizard's already gone, Tensa," I sighed as I crouched down to his level. "Come on, let's play somewhere else."

"Oh, yah-yah!" nodded Tensa, clapping his tiny hands. I smiled warmly at his reaction, I only showed my positive emotions towards him. Everyone else, it was from annoyance to much disdain to rarely deep depression depending on who. I picked him up in my arms and walked casually under the faux daylight sky, I was being closely monitored by him for our child's safety.

Tensa. I was lucky to get to name him that, it was after the name of my zanpaku-tou in its bankai mode. I hadn't held my old weapon ever since I was held captive here; it was hidden somewhere in the grand palace by him. The name was ironic in this hell-hole, it meant 'heavenly chain'. Tensa tucked his head under my chin and sighed at the sound of my heartbeats.

"Boop boop boop . . . ." he mumbled, trying to mimic the sound. I smiled, hugging him closer to my heart. I didn't care for the fact that one of that man's hollow minions, an espada, suddenly sonido'd behind me.

". . . . Ichigo-sama." I knew who it was but didn't bother to turn around. Starrk, the primera espada. He was one of the very few people I could trust. He, like the rest of the arrancars, must refer to me with '-sama'. After all, I am their master's consort.

"What is it, Starrk?" I asked quietly, as I continued walking.

"Aizen-sama reported for your return to him," Starrk replied. I immediately stopped, my expression hardened at the answer though Tensa wasn't paying any attention to my reaction.

"Can't you see that I'm playing with Tensa right now?" I questioned quietly.

"I know that, but I can't go against Aizen-sama's commands," Starrk said, feeling a little regretful at his own answers. "He is asking for you immediately." He knew that I don't want to go, but it wasn't a choice for either of us. He would get punished for disobeying orders and I wouldn't want that. I sighed deeply, my fingers treaded soothingly through my precious son's hair before kissing him on the forehead.

"Fine . . . . take me to him, Starrk," I quietly replied.

Aizen. I loathed him since the day I was kidnapped by him. He was the reason why I was forced to have sex by him and in doing so, I had Tensa. Around him and his underlings, I was forced to call him 'Aizen-sama'; but behind closed doors, it's 'Sousuke-sama' or, with obvious disdain, 'Master'. I was escorted by Starrk through the grand and complicated hallways, my young son couldn't keep up with the long strides so I picked him up in my arms as we walked.

"What does he want me for?" I asked.

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure," replied Starrk, sighing tiredly. "We were having a meeting when Aizen-sama suddenly asked for you. Whatever it is, it might be important." I scoffed at that. Nothing was more important to me than Tensa. Tensa babbled quietly as we were near the set of very large doors, glancing at the tall espada. Starrk glanced back and nodded with a small smile, I can trust him being around my son. Besides, his fraccion/zanpaku-tou Lilinette is child-like, more or less.

He pushed opened the doors and we stepped inside. The long table were surrounding by the high-ranking espadas; the large throne-like chair was facing against my direction but his presence was obviously cleared. ". . . . Nice of you to answer my request, Ichigo," his mockingly calm voice spoke quietly, his arm stretched out to beckon me. As much as I hate it, I moved towards him and my eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of him.

"Aizen-sama," I stated simply. Aizen's smirk widened at me and held his arms out to take Tensa. Mentally, I tried not to resist as I gave him and Aizen diligently wrapped his arm around him. Tensa just smiled at him innocently, sitting comfortably in his lap as he tapped at the smooth surface.

"Seems that my heir is being lively today," smirked Aizen. My jaws tensed slightly at the way he called him that, his 'heir' merely giggled as he glanced around the arrancars and at the two ex-captains, Gin and Tousen. "Anyway, it's been a while since we last fought against the soul reapers," he explained. "The Winter War had long since halted since one of their . . . . allies had been captured."

". . . . Are you referring to me, Aizen-sama?" I questioned quietly.

"Guess you can say that, Ichigo," smirked Aizen. "But now the soul reapers finally decided to attack Hueco Mundo once again."

"Tch, what the hell for?" scoffed the fifth one, Nnoitra.

"It seems that you've forgotten about the hougyoku that I still have," he replied, petting Tensa on the head as if he was some sort of a pet. "In the beginning, the powers of the hougyoku were only at 50 percent. But it's steadily increasing from making the arrancars, almost to near 70. And yet . . . . we can't seem to find any vasto lordes after all this time."

"Our apologies, Aizen-sama," Ulquiorra muttered, bowing his head.

"I am not mad about it," sighed Aizen. "I find it a bit disappointing that we can't recruit even one into our army. Don't you agree, my darling son?" Tensa blinked up at him, and made a questionable babble. I was glad that he doesn't really understand his words, but I often wondered if he does. I wasn't even sure if he knew the differences between the hollows and the soul reapers, just people who are bigger than him. "Digressing from the matter, the soul reapers are preparing for the upcoming battle. In the meantime, I need a few arrancars to distract them hence stalling the matter."

"In the Soul Society?"

"No, just the ones stationed in Karakura Town." My heart jolted in shock and pain but my hardened expression barely faltered. My old home, it was still there due to the slow awakening of the hougyoku. Because of that, Aizen hadn't managed to create more arrancars that are stronger to destroy the town. For once, his so-called perfect plans messed up. "I believe I can send you and a few others to Karakura town to fight against these troublesome soul reapers." At that, a hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the table and projected an holographic screen.

"Yay . . . .!" smiled Tensa at the glowing screen, clapping his hands. It was better that he was oblivious to the violent schemes his father was planning.

"So far, it's only four on parol," Aizen said, as the screen showed a person scanning over the familiar sight of Karakura. "This one . . . . you should remember her, Ichigo." He was right, as my eyes widened in shock at who it was.

"It's Rukia . . . .!" I gasped softly. She still looked the same after so much time had passed, though she appeared to be depressed. Probably because of me, she doesn't know if I'm still alive or not.

"As well as Renji Abarai, Toushirou Hitsugaya, and Rangiku Matsumoto," concluded Aizen, as images showed the rest of my friends. "Ulquiorra, I'll send you and Nnoitra as a few other arrancars to decimate the soul reapers--"

"No!" I yelled out before I could stop myself. Everyone, even Tensa, stared at me in surprise.

"Is there something wrong, Ichigo?" questioned Aizen, his eyes glinted at what I was thinking. He knew I would react this way, that was the reason why he called me here.

"I . . . . I don't want them to be killed, Aizen-sama," I quickly replied. "They're my friends."

"But how would you know that they are your friends still?" he challenged. "Remember that Orihime Inoue, one of your old friends, was branded a traitor by the Soul Sociey when we captured her. It's obvious that they possibly did the same to you, as well."

"But still . . . . I didn't betray my friends, and I know that they wouldn't do the same." I hate this. I would hate to beg in front of him and his cronies, but I didn't have a choice right now. "Please, Aizen-sama. I don't want them to die." Aizen seemed to ponder about it, as his fingers caressed at Tensa's round face. His mocking silence was eating at me.

". . . . Hmm, very well," Aizen smirked, his hand reached up and hooked a finger around my collar to pull me down. I was slightly surpised just before my lips were greedily ravaged, he didn't care that he was making a scene in front of his subordinates. I forced myself to relax as he doved his tongue down my throat, after hundreds of times I still wasn't used to being kissed by him. "They will not kill them," he smirked, breaking the kiss. "They'll . . . . rough them around a little. Is that okay with you, Ichigo?"

"Yes, Aizen-sama," I replied, I still didn't want my friends to get hurt but it was pointless to talk him out of it completely.

"Good, Starrk will escort you back to your quarters," he smirked.

"But, Tensa . . . ."

"What about our son?"

". . . . I don't like to be alone in my room," I muttered. "Tensa keeps me company, Aizen-sama."

"Fine then, a child this young needs his mother," sighed Aizen as he gave Tensa back to me, my impulses caused me to squeeze him protectively and my son let out a discomforting groan. I quickly walked out of the room, away from him, and brisked through the mazes of hallways with Starrk tailing closely behind. Tensa whined at my rushed actions and I kissed at his head in reasurrance.

"I'm sorry, Tensa . . . ." I whispered as I slowed my pace.

"Uhn . . . . Mama . . . ." whined Tensa. That's the only word he knows right now, I was his mother. The only person that can care for him as much as my late mother cared for me.

Tensa squealed happily as he played with a ball, he was trying to throw it as hard as he could but it only went a few feet before rolling away. I was in my son's room, the carpeted floor was scattered with few toys but they weren't in my way as I was sitting on the floor against the wall. He chased after the ball and caught it, only to throw again. It had been like that for a while, as I watched him.

"Dahh!" he giggled as he threw the ball towards my direction. It bounced on my knee then landed onto my lap. Tensa waddled towards me and tried to grab for the ball but I took it and teasingly held it from his reach. I smiled at his playful attempts to get it back, going as far as climbing over my chest and shoulders.

"You want it, Tensa?" I laughed, tossing the ball away and hugged him. He giggled back when I blew a rasberry against his neck. "I don't have the ball anymore! Where is it, Tensa?" Tensa squealed as his bright, wide eyes stared happily at me. His smile only had four small teeth, a fifth one was protruding slowly in his lower gums. "Where's the ball, Tensa? Do I have it?" I smiled.

"Hee hee . . . ." giggled Tensa, clapping his hands as he sat on my lap. He loved to clap, to me it was like he was telling someone that he was happy. "Klah! Klah . . . .!" he told me, taking my hands and forcing them to clap.

"All right, I'll clap for you," I replied, clapping my hands softly. His smile widened and he clapped with me. Whenever I slacked off, he would take my hands again to make me clap. "Clap, clap, clap . . . ." I hummed softly, enjoying my precious time with him before I put him to sleep. It was almost time for bed, but I didn't want to leave this room. Once I do, I'll be in under Aizen's demands.

Tensa yawned softly and blinked, he was getting tired. "You're tired?" I asked quietly, pulling him into my arms. Cradling him, I slowly rocked back and forth as he listened to my heart. As I do so, I heard a distant noise of a door opening. I tried not to hear the calm walking that was heading this way, but it was pointless. It was the same thing almost every night.

"Is he sleeping?" Aizen asked, standing in the doorway. I didn't bother to look at him, I was busy staring at my tired son.

"Almost . . . . Sousuke-sama," I muttered quietly. He smirked at me before turning to leave.

"When you're finished, come in here so we can discuss of what happened earlier," he replied. I glared up to the empty doorway, but said nothing as I resumed rocking Tensa to sleep. He rubbed at his closed eyes before nestling closer to my heart. I waited a few minutes until I knew that he was sleeping, his breathing was steady and calm. Carefully, I stood up and walked towards his bed. It was low to the floor and it was comfortably wide with big pillows. I knelt down and gently placed him in the middle, then I covered him with a soft blanket.

"Good night, Tensa," I whispered as I leaned to kiss at his forehead. Reluctantly, I stood up and turned to leave. My face gradually hardened as I finally left the room. Tensa's room was adjacent with mine, though it had a bit more colorful just for that bastard's taste. Even the belt around my hakama were a deep purple color. ". . . . Sousuke-sama," I frowned slightly when I saw him sitting casually on my bed.

"Ichigo, was there something the matter when I asked my espada to kill a few soul reapers?" he asked with that mocking smirk on his face.

"You know what, Sousuke-sama," I muttered. "Those soul reapers are my friends, and I don't want them to be killed."

"Again with the soul reapers being your friends," he sighed. "If they really your friends, then how come they didn't attempt to get you back sooner rather than these past two years?"

"They have their reasons," I argued, trying not to see his point.

"Yes, that they rather follow the Soul Society's orders than go against them like before," he replied matter-of-factly as he stood up and walked towards me. "Face it, they have given up on you. They probably think that you are dead. And even if they don't, they assumed that you are nothing but a traitor to them." My jaws tensed at his words, I glowered up at him as he hooked his finger around my collar and he leaned closer.

". . . . I doubt it, Sousuke-sama," I gritted defiantly. Aizen merely smirked, his eyes flickered at Tensa's door.

"Is that right?" he smirked. "If the Soul Society were to find out that you willingly had my son, they wouldn't brand you a traitor?" My eyes slightly widened at the question, would they because I gave in to Aizen? I was too busy caring for Tensa that I was practically helping him with his plan. "It would be devastating if our son's mother was taken away by his so-called friends if they find out." I glanced away in shame at his truth, he was right. This bastard was right.

". . . . I don't believe that," I muttered, but my voice accidently cracked out from my bubbling emotions.

"Oh, I think you do," Aizen muttered, kissing at my forehead. "Imagine our poor child crying and crying for his captured mother for who knows how long. And he is so young, too . . . ."

"Stop that!" I spat out, pushing him away from me. Aizen barely blinked in surprise by my actions, rather his smirk widened at me as I breathed heavily. How dare he planted that into my head! I don't want to think about Tensa crying for me, his bright eyes flooded with tears as he wailed in grief.

"Am I right about that, Ichigo?" questioned Aizen as he stepped closer to me. "There's nothing out there for you . . . . but Tensa." The way he say his name was sickly sweet and I hated it. I was so caught up at his mockery that I was off guard when he grabbed my arms and dragged me towards the silky bed. I wasn't even in the mood, but he had never care. He pushed me down onto the mattress and ravaged at my mouth in a forced kiss.

"Tch . . . .!" I gritted at his roughness as he then nipped at my neck. In a matter of seconds, my top was ripped off. He smirked at the sight of my abdomen; my scar from Tensa's birth was still there across my stomach.

"Hmm . . . . sometimes I wonder if we should have another child," Aizen admired, caressing at my flat stomach. I tensed at that and glared at him. I would not go back into taking drugs again. I hadn't been forced to take any since the birth, I don't think he needs to force me with drugs again. He didn't need to, because of Tensa. He can manipulate my actions because of my undying love for him. I couldn't turn down his sexual urges, he might take him away from me on a whim.

"Tensa's enough for me," I muttered. He smirked at my blunt reply, before kissing my lips again.

"Once I destroy the Soul Society and kill the Spirit King, we'll have a few more," he chuckled quietly, despite my scowl. "Tensa needs a sibling to play with. After all, he's still a child." I turned my head away from him, I didn't want any more children from him. He would manipulate me even further if I became pregnant with another child. I didn't think much of his talk about having another when Aizen moved down to promptly remove my hakama, I was completely naked underneath this goddamn bastard.

"Let's just get this over with . . . ." I mumbled, closing my eyes. The quicker he is done fucking me, the sooner I can go to sleep. But Aizen obviously had other plans for me.

"I think I shouldn't go to the initial part, don't you think?" he mused, taking off his own clothing. I knew that he was, I didn't need to see him naked. "Open your eyes, Ichigo," he ordered, his tone immediately altered into an authorative one. I did so, my narrowed eyes gazed at his undeniable physique. His mocking expression became serious and domineering as he stared down at me. "Spread your legs." I exhaled sharply as I did what he said, the cool air was tingling against my inner thighs and elsewhere.

Aizen reached for the bottle of lubricant that was stashed in the nightstand and squeezed out the clear gel to slather on his leaking erection. He wasn't going to prepare me, I knew he wouldn't take me dry but the damage was practically the same. He grabbed one of my legs and pushed it back, nearly against my chest, as he positioned himself against my tight entrance. A painful whine rose from my lungs. My insides were being forced to stretch by him. "Ah . . . .!" I moaned, screwing my eyes shut.

"You said you wanted this to be quick, Ichigo," Aizen muttered, pushing in further. My breathing hitched slightly at burning pain, my hands fisted into the bedsheets when he finally seathed himself inside of me. "Look at me," he commanded, gripping my face roughly to force me to look at him. "Never glance away from my eyes once I start. Understand that?"

"Yes . . . . Sousuke-sama," I gritted. My eyes locked with his own as he started, biting my bottom lip to muffle my shameful moans as he thrusted back and forth with a gradual pace. I hated this, I was feeling pleasure from my captor. My child's father. I hated when I was getting aroused, as Aizen grabbed my erection and squeezed it. "Agh . . . .!" I whined out with my back arched. "Sousuke-sama . . . ."

"Call me Master," he ordered, stroking my erection a few times before squeezing it again. I moaned, he was moving fast enough for our skins to slap loudly and my prostate was occaionally struck.

"M-Master . . . ." I reluctantly whimpered. I was aching for release, but he was preventing me to prolong the torture. My shameful noises were suddenly interrupted by a soft crying. "Tensa?" I panted as I turned my head to Tensa's door.

"I told you not to glance away," frowned Aizen, gripping at my chin again.

"But--"

"I'm not done yet," Aizen muttered, thrusting harder inside of me. I whined in pain but had no choice but to stare at him. He painfully squeezed my erection once again, he was waiting for me to break and plead for him to give me release. "Say it, Ichigo," he muttered. "Your pride had long since broken, you can't hold it back." I wanted to curse him out but for now I needed to break from the torture.

"Please, Master . . . . I need the release," I whimpered. The same mocking smirk appeared across his face, he stroke me once and it immediately took me over the edge. I let out a strangled moan as I spilled myself over his hand and onto my stomach. I groaned when Aizen continued, almost to a point of possibly ripping my insides. He grunted deeply as he finally came, I grimanced in slight disgust when his semen filled me. He breathed deeply as he leaned down and kissed at my lips.

Tensa was still crying and I wanted to go to comfort him. But he was still here, kissing lazily at my face and neck. "Sousuke-sama . . . ." I muttered.

"Not yet," Aizen muttered, kissing at my lips.

"Please . . . . Tensa needs me right now," I muttered. He glanced at me and frowned a little. He slid out of me and got off the bed, proceeding to put on his clothes. I sat up, ignoring the throbbing pain in my lower back, and wiped off the white stain with my ripped top.

". . . . My arrancars will leave for Karakura Town later tonight," he stated. I stiffened at the news and glanced at him. "I kept my promise of not killing them, despite their possible feelings for you."

". . . . Thank you, Sousuke-sama," I replied quietly. Aizen smirked, he walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead.

"Anything . . . . for my queen." I clenched my jaw at the degrading title, but he didn't see it as he turned to leave. "Just in case, I want you to stay on this floor. Don't want you to get hurt by such agitated arrancars." It's easier not to ask why, it's better to obey him for my child's sake. "See you tomorrow, Ichigo," Aizen smirked, finally leaving my room.

I sighed deeply before gingerly getting off my bed and I put on my hakama. I walked quickly into the adjacent room, Tensa was wiggling uncomfortably in his bed as he whimpered. "Tensa . . . ." I whispered as I moved towards the small bed and knelt down. Tensa rubbed at his teary eyes and saw me, I placed a hand against his cubby cheek and caressed it. "It's okay, I'm here," I smiled gently.

Tensa whined a little as he twisted underneath the blankets. I crawled onto the mattress and curled around his small body, almost like a protective lioness. "Everything's all right, Tensa . . . ." I muttered quietly, hugging him close to my heart. Tensa tiredly glanced up at me and babbled quietly before quickly going back to sleep. I smiled slightly before glancing up at the barred window. The luminating crescent moon was frozen in the ink-black sky; I missed the normal sky in the Soul Society and in the real world, navy blue with twinkling stars.

I know my child will probably never see anything real, not even the evil intentions from his father.

Huh . . . . I finished this for a day and a half, and yet I'm barely halfway with chapter 2 on 'Crescent'. How peculiar. Then again, I kept getting distracted by reading Naruto online.

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I'll update ASAP!!