Ichigo really hated shackles.

Just the thought of them being used on him made him cringe in fear. He would wander away from the subject of bondage when Keigo brought it up, but he never spoke a word of it, even when asked why he detested the topic so much.

But here he was: Trapped in Hueco Mundo, or to him, Hell, with no way out and his hands bound by none other than: Shackles. Jesus fucking Christ, he hated shackles!

When struggling, he'd hurt his wrists, splitting the skin until it bled and someone sent a healer in to apply some salve and bandages to his ruined hands.

He had tried to make an escape, but that was quickly stopped by some black haired bitch and her little blonde friend, the former of the two cursing to herself about someone forcing her to do keep Ichigo in check. He also figured out that the shackles around his wrists were made of Sekkiseki, so he was unable to use his powers to try and break the bracelets.

Every time someone came into to feed him or take care of his wounded wrists, he'd ask them who had captured him but got no answer. All he got was a soft spoken "Master will reveal himself when he is ready," each time those stupid women spoke to him! But at least he knew this person to be a "he" and not a "she." Or so he thought...

He winced as the door across the room opened, the light casting a shadow on the person's front as well as making him close his eyes so he could see in the dark once the door shut.

But it didn't, which worried him, as did the sound of foot steps that were much heavier than the females who said very little to him.

"Well, well... Look what the Shinigami dragged in."

Ichigo's head bolted up and smacked into the wall behind him, eye going wide with shock, anger, and fear. "Y-You! N-no..." He croaked weakly, looking up at the one person he thought wouldn't want anything to do with him since their final battle after Ichigo had saved Orihime from Aizen's clutches.

"Oh? I thought I told you that the next time you heard my name would be your last!" A hand fisted into his hair and pulled, yanking him foward and straining his arms pretty badly. "Well? You gonna give me those fuckin' eyes I hate so much? Tell me how you think we're equal?!"

Ichigo let out a shout as he was thrown back into the wall, his head smacking against the hard support behind him again. He blinked away tears of pain and forced himself up onto his knees, then his feet and made sure to get right in Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's face. "Screw you. Send me home, you asshole. I gotta go to school and shit."

Grimmjow just bared his teeth and snarled, hoping to scare Kurosaki enough to get the flithy boy out of his face but it didn't work. "Like hell I will, Kurosaki. You either stay and battle me or die by my blade in front of that little brat you had with you the last time you were here."

Ichigo's body went stiff and his eyes widened, showing his fear. 'He wouldn't dare kill me in front of Nel!'

"Hey. Your face is saying "He wouldn't!" But you know what? I will if you don't make a choice, and soon. Pantera screams for your blood, so be ready to die, Kurosaki!"

With an insane laugh, Grimmjow left him alone and kicked in another nurse. "Heal him! Make sure he'll be alive by tomorrow because I want his ass on the training grounds by noon Human time, you whore."

The servant nodded, quick to work on fixing Ichigo's wrists once more, as well as give him some pills for the headache he now had. "You do not seem to have a concussion, but please be careful tomorrow. Master will not take your weakness so lightly..."

Ichigo bared his teeth at her and growled. "'Master?'" You call him your "master?" Like hell I'll obey any command that leaves that shit hole he calls a mouth. He can go fuck himself for all I care. I ain't doing shit for that off the barrel ass. Free me and I'll make sure the Soul Society only comes to get Grimmjow."

The nurse shook her head, ignoring his offer. "Master has sent scouts out to the World of the Living and they have given their reports. Master is pleased because the Soul Society has called off their search for you and had their troops return to their home for new orders."

Ichigo didn't dare believe a word she said, shaking his head as if to deny what she was saying. "N-no... You're lying... Renji and Rukia... They couldn't have given up... No..."

"They have. Soul Society has interrogated every one close to you and they have found nothing suspicious about your absence. Now please, it is time for your lunch." With that, the nurse left and was replaced by another woman who was to feed him for that day.

She grabbed the tray of food off the cart and kneeled beside him, holding a roll up to his mouth. "Please eat. You must regain your strength for your battle with Master Jaegerjaquez." Ichigo didn't dare open his mouth to eat the bread. He would starve himself to death before he could fight Grimmjow.

The feeder left just like the nurse, leaving Ichigo's food before him so he could kick it away with as much force as he could muster in his legs.

He'd die before he would raise his blade to Grimmjow's in a pointless battle with no ryhme or reason.

He sent another picture of the naked Kuchiki to his King's head, cackling madly. He was going to break him, one way or another, whether the boy liked it or not. His grin widened when he felt the world around him shake and crumble a little, and he was quick to heal the broken parts. He loved screwing with this kids head, even more so when the young man was asleep!

Oh~! The things he could do to him in his dreams! He could pretend to be that little Kuchiki bitch and get Ichigo into bed, then tease and play with him until "she" stabbed him with her snow colored blade, staining it a rich red.

He could disguse himself as the big titted bimbo and fuck him until "she" wrapped her thin fingers around his neck to choke the life out of him.

Yes. The teenage hybrid was bisexual, but that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun fucking with the orange haired Shinigami's head.

But the almost albino Hollow's favorite thing to do was pretend to be that Grimmjow and murder Ichigo as he slept peacefully in his bed.

That was the mental, though. The physical was even more fun.

He'd bite him in his dreams along his neck, keeping the marks out of sight but making sure to have them hurt. Can't have his family think he's going crazy, after all.

He'd leave scratches along the teen's body, making sure they bled in long lines. He once even pretended to be a vampire just so he could leave those familiar bite marks on the youth's neck. The questions that arose from people spotting the marks were ever so amusing!

The Hollow grinned, already thinking of what to do to Ichigo next. Massage that leads into him turning into the karate training bitch or into the emo Arrancar and killing him? Feeding him like a lover until he choked on his meal?

But in the end, after Ichigo woke up screaming, panting, and hard as a rock due to his Hollow's blood lust, he'd heal him. Heal him and prepare him for the next method of torture the Hollow had in the mean time.

If he couldn't have his King's body, then no one would. He would break and fix Ichigo until the boy cracked from the pressure. He'd heal him everytime he fell down and make sure he got back up to continue their game.

It made him feel like he was on top of the world when he fucked with the Soul Reaper's head. He practially got off on fucking with Ichigo!

Everytime he did something wrong, Zangetsu would pop out from where ever he was hiding and scowl at him. He knew the older man was disappointed in him, but come on! Let a guy have some fun, will ya?

The Hollow grinned, quick to dive to a window that shook with sound, telling him Ichigo was fighting another of the more mindless Hollows in the dark. He knelt to watch the battle and make sure this weakling didn't kill his toy. He'd never let another soul harm his plaything as long as he exisisted in the boy's mind.

He'd take care of every biting stab and tiny scratch until Ichigo broke. He'd be the one to break the teenager and repair him each time. Like a vase that was broken by a child.

Ichigo, though, was tired of it. So sick and god damn tired of having the nameless Hollow in his head. He wanted to be able to think without getting a pissy interjection from the pale look-a-like!

He was tired of the images of Rukia, Orihime, and even Grimmjow fucking him until he was literally dead!

He was so tired of it... He could barely sleep, ate very little, and started to do more work around the house just to avoid sleeping. He helped Yuzu in the kitchen, played soccer with Karin, went to the dojo to spar against Tatsuki.

Damn... He barely looked at the chalk board as Ms. Ochi wrote down the notes for the school day, looking like Satan came from Hell personally to steal his soul. He not only had to get up at one in the morning to fight a Hollow, but also had to wake up more than once because of some messed up nightmare caused by his psychotic Hollow.

But he was getting better and better at hiding his current state, the only problem was that Inoue was quick to notice the dark circles and under eye bags. She was so worried for his well being... It sorta made him want to throw up. Wait... Nope. That was the Hollow trying to make him feel sick to his stomach to get him to cut class.

It was working so well, he had to close his eyes and lay his head down on his desk to ward of the nausea and the very problematic headache that was building in the back of his skull.

"Kurosaki? Are you feeling all right?"

Ichigo looked up, finally noticing that the entire class was looking at him. He met his teacher's eyes and shook his head, croaking softly. "Not really, Ms. Ochi... May I be excused? I'm not doing so well today..."

Ms. Ochi marched up front after studying his face and rooted in her desk and wrote Ichigo a pass to the nurse, speaking to Ishida and Tatsuki as she moved. "Ishida! Make a copy of today's notes for Kurosaki. Arisawa, you can mark the homework assignments for Ichigo so he knows what to do. And the rest of you! BACK TO WORK ALREADY!" In the silence of the room, every other student jumped and was quick to return to work, including the ever inquisitive Keigo.

The young man got up from his seat, mumbling a soft "thank you" to his teacher and accepted the pass from her. God, he was so tired and felt like he'd vomit at any moment...

'Stop doing this, you asshole... I get the point already. You want my body. You want me broken so you can take it. I'm not letting that happen, Monster...'

Ichigo winced as he heard the Hollow chuckling darkly in his mind, leaning against a wall to prevent his falling to the floor as the nausea and headache went away as quick as they came. "Shit... Hell, I gotta get home before I pass out..."

Ichigo remembered the bag at his side, double checking to make sure everything was there before leaving the high school. He managed to make it to the shopping district before sitting down on a bench when he started to feel light-headed. 'There's next to no one out here...'

He knew the reason. Adults had work, other students were at school, and he had looked like he was sick with something so bad, it caused what little people who were out there to avoid him.

Ichigo rose from his spot once he felt well enough to walk, making his way out of the shopping complex and headed home for some lunch and sleep. At least he hoped to get that if his father wasn't there...