Bleach belongs to our good friend Tite 'Titty' Kubo. Not to me.

Wow…this is the second time I've gotten Ichigo raped by Aizen…Ichigo must hate me…and Aizen must love me.





A door slamming shut.

"Cut it out…"

The rustling and tearing of fabric as clothing is torn away.

"Stop it!"




"Please…please let me go."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

More Screams.




Sosuke Aizen brought his lips up to Ichigo's ear, stroking his bright orange hair. Tears were streaming down the boys face- very unusual for the otherwise stubborn, hotheaded youth.

"Now, now, Ichigo. There's no need for crying," he whispered. "I only gave you what you wanted, after all."

Aizen gathered up the boy's body into his strong arms, stroking the side of his face lovingly with the back of his hand. Ichigo trembled in Aizen's arms, his breathing loud, shallow, and erratic.

"Shhh," Aizen breathed, kissing the boy's forehead, rocking him like an infant. "Rest now."

Against his will, Ichigo drifted off to sleep in the arms of his enemy. The enemy who moments ago had forced him.

Abused him.

Broken him.

And who, strangely enough, loved him.

He just had an unusual way of showing it.


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