Aizen had started to "train" me in his own way. He punished me by choking me with his hands and slapping me. He would screw me so my body would get used to it, treating it like it was a privilege to do so. I was still wearing my tattered Shihakushō, refusing to take it off. I refused to eat or drink what was offered. That left me very tired, I had only been doing this for about three days, but I had almost no energy. I couldn't move my body on my own anymore, it ached all over. I slept most of the day away.
Aizen woke me up on the fourth day, with a serious expression.
"What?" I croaked. I felt him pour a strange liquid on my head.
He offered me a glass of water, "Drink," he ordered.
I wanted to refuse, but my body moved on it's own, grabbing the glass from him. I drank it, gulping it down. Wiping my mouth with my hand, I panted.
He gestured towards the tray next to the bed. "Eat," he ordered.
My body moved before I could say anything, eating the food off the tray. When I finished, I saw Aizen staring at me.
He sighed, "I've let you be rebellious on a few things and get away with it. But I won't let you undermine your own health. Do you understand?"
"Why do you care?" I kept on doing things I didn't want to.
He paused, eyebrow raised, "I thought I told you already," he rubbed my head. He shook his hand, "I guess I should have waited until later."
"Waited until what?" I asked. As he showed me his hand, which was covered in green, I burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing for?" he asked, "the stuff is all in your hair."
"Yeah, and who do I have to thank for that?" I combed through my hair, "So what is this stuff anyways?"
"Basically it makes anyone more likely to obey their impulses," he explained. "Out of stubbornness you were basically starving yourself to death. I figured it was because you didn't trust me yet."
"Well what did you expect? You kidnap me and expect me to be all over you?"
He stared at me, "Oh really? Then why are you clinging to me when you're sleeping?"
"What!" I leaned towards him, "There's no way I'd do that!"
"Oh really? How would you know what you do in your sleep?"
I blushed, "I don't, but I wouldn't do something like that."
He leaned in towards me, "Do you want to test that?"
I pulled him closer and kissed him. I slipped my tongue past his lip, playing with his tongue. The scene around me started to fade away, even Aizen.
I woke up in Aizen's room, with the white clothes I had been wearing. Zangetsu was on the side of the bed, and my restraints were nowhere in sight. I took a deep breath, I slowly started laughing. I felt tears rolled down my cheeks the more I laughed.
I felt someone hold me, rubbing my back. I figured it was Aizen, slowly my laughing turned to wailing.
I wanted to push him away, but also stay in his embrace. I wanted to hit him and kiss him. I didn't know what to do, so I stayed there sobbing.
After a while I calmed down. I lifted my head to see his face. His expression told me that he was going to stay with me. I buried my face in his chest. I took in his scent, letting it warm me.
"Aizen?" I spoke up.
"Yes, Ichigo?" he combed through my hair.
"I remember..."
I felt him tense up, "How much?"
"Almost everything..."
As he sighed I felt him relax, "Do you hate me?"
"No, not really... but I am upset at the way you've been doing things," I stretched out his cheeks. I sighed, lying back on the bed, "I think I need some time to think this over."
"Do you want to go back?"
I sit up, "What?"
"Do you want to go back to the world of the living? You could stay over there for about a week to think it over. You could stay there if you don't want to come back, but if you do you can just call for me," he explained.
I squinted at him, "You planned this didn't you, since when?"
"Since you lost your memories," he admitted. "I was surprised when you didn't glare at me when we first woke up. Then you were talking in a formal manner. It was quite interesting to watch."
I blushed, looking away, "Don't remind me." We sat there in silence for a while.
"I love you, Ichigo."
