Broken Cage

Part 5

He knew something was wrong; something was tense in the air of the ashen walls called Las Noches. Many of the Arrancar reminded hidden from the footsteps of their Lord echoed in the paths of the kingdom of his. No one dared to cross his path this day.

Shiro knew from his own history to stay hidden in the rooms of Momo-chan and out of sight. Remembering a few of the things Lord Aizen had done in his quite raging. Trembling at the thought of the scorching iron pressed to his fair flesh one more with the acid dripping to eat away the top layer of skin.

Better to stay safe.

Momo had been gone most of the day, only appearing for lunch and tea with him. Her smile was gone with a tight lipped frown on her heart shaped face. Her chocolate locks hanging free from the white only kept his eyes on the tea cup to keep from enraging her if he looked at Momo the wrong way. Still maybe she might talk and tell him things that were bad!

"We lost two Espada today." her voice was softer in tone, fury under the words at those daring to anger her Aizen-sama!

Shiro took the chance to look up into those honeys colored eyes once. Fury had lit a wildfire in those deep depths. Momo was very angry at these people. Yet he saw a chance he might not get to know this enemy.

"Who was it Momo-chan?" Shiro kept his voice in a low whisper.

Tilting her head a little, a bit of a question in her thoughts at this sudden intake of questioning from her Doll. He never asked this before, save maybe once.

Still, it might make her feel better to speak on the subject. Even if Aizen told her not to! Shiro was her Doll and not his! He had given Shiro to her as a gift for being a good girl!

"Shinigami! Bad Shinigami who are trying to stop Aizen-sama's beautiful plan from happening Shiro-chan!" she spat out the words like they were passions to her throat.

His teal eyes widened a bit at this answer. He had only seen her in this flurry once before and it was when he had been bad on his first days here. Things were bad than he thought. Nodding to look like agreed with her statement. It pleased the girl to see this with a smile at him from the maddening mask that once covered the elfish features.

Getting up, she went to over to kiss his crown of silver locks. "Thank you Shiro-chan! You made me feel better! Gin needs me for the rest of the night with the new prisoners. So stay in the rooms for a bit longer."

Skipping out the door, Momo was happy she could punish these evil people for her Lord.

Leaning into the chair, he looked up for a moment. Shinigami? He remembers being told they evil beings trying to destroy the world Aizen had made for his subjects in this place. Bring peace to the world of the hollows at last. Yet why would they want to stop peace? A sharp pain blazed in his mind, grabbing his head for a moment as it hit his ...black uniforms...Captain...silver eyes calling a name he lost in the blood and darkness...

"Are you alright Shiro?" a deep voice broke the pain of the head che screaming in his mind. Teal eyes locked on a tall figure that residential power in all forms.

Aizen-sama

Lord of Las Noches

Fear gripped his body as the large hand light patted his crown of hair. Aizen was giving him a warm smile. A smile that could even fool the Devil, himself into cutting out his own heart alone.

"Now there, seems you are alright Shiro-kun." that voice purred his name, making it sound different and a promise of other things. "Why don't we go for a walk? The air and company would do a boy like you some good."

No sounds or protest came from his small mouth, just being lightly made to stand and the hand lead him out the doorway to the halls of the palace.

Only his eyes on the floor, one step echoing into the either of the stream of sound they made in the bare hall ways. Aizen said nothing to the boy at all, leading him to the center of his kingdom.

The thorn room.

His room.

Something was wrong! Aizen had something planned! Dare he meet those sinful eyes that peeled away the layers of the mind to the bare bone?

He stopped once the hand left his small shoulder, trying not to shake at all.

The man moved to stand in front of the boy, his aura, and calm yet coiled like a snake about to snap if you moved the wrong way. It was just the serpent's nature to act so.

"Shiro-chan, you did something I told you not to do." His voice was laced with pity for the young man at hand. Enjoying seeing the fearful light in those teal eyes, all fight and will was gone. So unlike before on his training sessions before with Momo and him in that dark room of chains.

Not waiting for the doll to seek an answer or beg for his lord's forgiveness, he launched into the reason by pulling the young man up by his color, eye level with him "You touched a weapon you know better Shiro-chan so you must take the punishment."

Hooking the collar to a chain to the floor, he throws the boy to the stones. Choking for air, his small hands pulled to loosen the tightness of the color. Yet his breath stilled in his chest...

Those two Arrancar women before walked behind from the throne, the white cloth of straps barley contended their bodies in the cage of it all. Their masks over shade their eyes, the red slits shining in the darken caves of their eyes with exigent of the work at hand of their lord and master.

He truly must love them to let them punish Momo's personal toy. They had such fun with him last time a few weeks ago...

Aizen only called them Beta and Alpha, due to being twins born of the same hollow from his hands.

Shiro backed away from their gleeful silken movements, only the chain keeping him in place. Their hands sought his flesh, ripping away the cloth of his robe. Pale scars glowed in the elastic light of the room. One of them purred, her mouth meeting the skin and tasting it.

He shuddered, and then screamed from the interaction of her fangs on his shoulder; blood rippled down the pale skin once more.

Blood, the sweet taste, full of ice and snow.

Beta licked at his tender wrist, too wanting her full of this icy treat. Fangs sunk deep into the veins of the trembling boy, her acid eating at the wound to keep it open and the crimson elixir flowing down her ivory throat.

Shiro shudders, tears leaking from his glazed eyes.

The twins racked his chest with their claws, blood flowing in a steady rain to the floor to pool and cool.

Moving from their acid marks to lick at his chest and the warm blood of his heart beating, it out yes, it was a good meal.

He was frozen in the pain, trapped by them from the terror of it all.

Aizen sat on his throne, enjoy the show of his beauties ripping away at the boy's snowy flesh.

Shiro was ready to give into the pit of himself once more, yet the dream of before floated back to him as if capturing his shattered mind.

Those silver eyes, warm and kind.

She spoke his name, pleading for him to remember it. To keep it safe from these monsters and pull deep into his core of whom he once was.

Hitsugaya ....

Toushirou...