The small room was very dark and cold. Very little light seemed to get in from the small crack under the large metal door. The room was silent as well only to the exception of the shallow breathes coming from a young man.

His white hair which he was known by was filthy. Instead of the shining white, it was of a dirty gray. His face was as pale as the moon, and his eyes had lost the usual glimmer they held. His clothes were ragged and contained a few bloodstains at some certain spots. The young man looked exhausted as a hand clenched tightly onto his left side. He had leaned his head back onto the wall, trying his best to not wince at the pain. He was not going to show weakness. No matter what'll happen. He will never do it.

"Lil' taiichooooo," called a voice from behind the metal door, amusement in his tone. "Yo' still alive?"

No reply.

"Awww, com' on Lil'taiichoo," the man teased, as he unlocked the door. Once the door was unlocked, he pushed it, letting a lot of light come in. And that had made the young man squint. He hadn't seen the light in a very long time, which made sense to why his eyes were so sensitive to it.

As footsteps could be heard, the young man pulled his knees up to his chest with a small wince and turned his head to the other side, not wanting to look at the older man.

"Tch. Lil'taicho shuldn' be like dat!" The man smirked, tilting his head to the side to have a better look at the boy. His hands were shackled as well as his feet. He had been wearing something around his neck, which kept the boy from using his reiatsu. "Well, since yo' ain't talkin' to me. I jus' came to tell ya that Aizen-sama is plannin' to do sumthin' wit' ya. Yo' shuld be happy. Not many prisoners get ter have dat much fun," he smiled, turned his back to the boy and taking a few steps towards the door.

"Oh. And Lil'taicho shuld eat his food. Wouldn' want Lil'taicho dead, now don't we?" And with that he walked out of the small room, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

He was alone again. Silence was somewhat of a friend to him right now. Most of the things he heard in these times were either someone telling him about his next torture, his own screams and cries of agony filling the room and their laughs.

Their laughs.

They echoed in this room sometimes, making him shudder. But he wasn't afraid of them. He wasn't afraid of any of them! He was a warrior, and a captain.

Well, probably an ex-captain now.

How long has he been gone? Sighing, he moved his body a bit so that he would end up lying his back on the cold floor. As he looked up into the darkness, he kept thinking. Thinking was a reason that kept him going on in a place like this. The second thing was, everyone back in Seireitei was expecting him back. Unless, they thought he was dead.

Sometimes, he thought about them. The people who were in Seireitei. Had they thought he was truly dead? Maybe they had since they have seen him fight with Ichimaru Gin, the man that had just entered the room. God he wanted to kill him. He almost did, if it wasn't for his zanpakuto stabbing him right bellow his heart.

Slowly, he moved his hand to lightly touch his scar. That was the first scar he had gotten from this place. And after that same scar, the others came down on him like the rain coming down onto the ground with its rapid speed.

Tightly shutting his eyes, he tried his best to suppress the painful memories of that day.

Pain. Blood. Cries. Injuries. Shouts. Yells. Killings. Arrancar. Pain. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Matsumoto. Cries. Yells. Shouts. Hinamori. Killings. Pain. Yells. Cries. Blood. Kurosaki. Cries. Yells. Injuries. Pain. Quincy. Inoue. Sado. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Taichos. Fukutaichos. Screams. Agony. Yells. Cries. Shouts. Blood. Blood. Blood. Hyorinmaru…

Hyorinmaru.
As he repeated that name in his head over and over, he tightly held onto himself. How long has it been since his blade broke? How long has it been since he felt Hyorinmaru's presence? It has been too long, just too long.
A tear rolled down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. Ashamed with himself for being weak at that very moment, he rolled on his side and slowly lowered his right sleeve. Staring at the small dragon tattoo that had appeared on his wrist after his blade broke, he weakly smiled, feeling reassured that maybe, just maybe everything will be alright.

With that, he took a deep breath and waited for what Aizen had for him. But, he knew what would happen. Surely it would be a one on one with an Espada.

Not paying much attention, the door swung open, showing five figures standing.

"Get up, Hitsugaya." Chuckled one of the figures, as the other two approached him. One of the men grabbed onto the boy's hand shackles and furiously lifted him up , making him almost fly across the room. The moment he was up, another man pushed him so he would fall down again.

Toshiro fell on his knees and winced as the pain on his left side increased. Panting, he looked up at the blue haired Espada with a death defying glare.

"Come on, get up. Aizen-sama said we can play."

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SO! Haha. This is my FIRST Bleach FF. And... It's about Hitsu. *sigh* Anyway, I hope you guys liked the first chappie. I'll edit this post tomorrow and put all of that behind a link. =]

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