Killing Innocence

By: theunknownvoice

Chapter 1: To Break the Doll

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

A/N: I hate when this happens. Alright this thing was supposed to be a one-shot but instead it outgrew that. So it is probably going to have four chapters and be longish. It's happened to me before with The Sun under the Fan. So anyway if you like it let me know.

Watch what makes the little one tick

Watch what makes her come to the quick

Glass dolls in cases stacked in a row

Glass dolls in cases each with a dress and a bow

Pretty glass doll high in a case

Pretty glass doll with the now broken face

Captain Unohana glanced at her patient for the third time that day. Lieutenant Hinamori Momo barely out of childhood had slipped back into her coma a few days before.

The coma had been one of the few things Unohana struggled to explain. Momo had been doing well.

The entire event with Captain Aizen had left her broken and still weak but Hinamori had been intent on eating and gaining control of herself. She had recently started back up her training with her friends Izuru and Abrai and was actively trying to rebuild her friendship with Hitsugaya Toushiro.

She hadn't been the same happy go lucky lieutenant of before but she had been progressing.

Unohana had felt that in time Hinamori would once again find a place in Soul Society and regain most of her lost confidence.

The coma had come suddenly without any sign of progression. Hinamori had simply gone to bed one night and hadn't been able to wake up. The symptoms remained stagnant the results of the testing still were inclusive. The fifth division's lieutenant was fading and it was only a matter of time before she was dead.

Your face is cracked

Your paint is chipped

Your soul is not intact

The alarms rang throughout the Seireitei. Isane gazed tiredly at her captain who was staring at the now empty bed.

"Captain Unohana?"

"Someone took her from here Isane. They took her right out from under my nose."

Isane looked at her captain. It wasn't Unohana's fault. No one had expected for someone to sneak into the Seireitei and remove Hinamori. It just didn't make sense.

Aizen had tried to kill her. Why would he come for her?

"Captain—"

"Why Isane? She's just a child. She has been through enough. Why can't they let her heal?"

Isane shook her head. She didn't understand herself. The betrayal of the three captains had caused repercussions throughout all of Soul Society but the ones most affected were their lieutenants.

Hinamori may have handled it the worst but it was obvious she wasn't the only one suffering. Kira had been drinking extensively. Hisagi was trying to drown himself in work.

No one could do anything. Isane had tried to help her fellow lieutenants but found herself being ignored by Kira who couldn't go without drinking and shouted at by Shuhei who told her to mind her own business.

"I don't think Aizen and the others care what happens, Unohana-taicho," Isane whispered.

Neither spoke another word but both knew no one would find Hinamori.

Innocent little one taken too far

Innocent little one trying to reach a star

Little fool believing that snake

Giving your heart to something so fake

She wasn't here. She was asleep in the coma.

No one knew that she had put herself into the coma. All it had taken was her overdosing on some of the vitamins and others medications in Soul Society. It wasn't that hard to manage. She was often visiting the fourth division for her check-ups and Unohana-taicho left many non-lethal medications out. Hinamori had taken some while the kind fourth division captain had been making tea.

She was dead.

She was dying.

He wasn't here.

"Yer awake."

Go away. Go away. You're not real. I'm asleep.

But he didn't go away. He never went away. He was always there with his smile and half opened eyes. Three days had passed like this.

"You failed at killin' yerself."

You're not real. You're not real. You're only a nightmare. You're not real.

She didn't look at him. Instead she cuddled further into the blankets pulling them up.

Was this hell? Was this what she had earned?

He smirked more widely. She wasn't going to escape him that easily.

"Such a coward ain't ya, Momo? "

She bit back her whimper. This was just a dream. She had dreamed of him before. His sinister smirk and lidded eyes.

"Yer lucky Aizen-sama's pet healed you up."

He wasn't real but she couldn't bite back his words. Aizen-taicho was here? Her Aizen-taicho was here?

"Where is Aizen-taicho?"

Her voice was weaker than it had been last time but she was still Hinamori Momo.

She was all too easy to lure out.

"He'll be visiting you I'm sure."

"What are you holding over his head to get him to stay here? How did you manage to get him to betray Soul Society?'

He laughed slipping out of the Rukongai accent. "And here I thought you had grown up. Delusions are meant to be broken."

She didn't watch him leave.

This isn't real.

Let me break you

Make you scar

Take your skin and mark it deep

Forever you your soul I keep

She was laying there and for once she was alone. The smirking man wasn't there. He had been but he wasn't now.

He isn't real.

The blind man had come as well. He had been preaching about justice and telling her that she had earned her fate. But he too had faded when the smirking man had come to take him away.

"Momo-chan (she stiffened at the name) doesn't need it from you Tosen. She's fine as she is. She's still too pure."

"I don't have time to lecture you Ichimaru."

"Whatever Tosen but Aizen-sama wants us now."

He isn't real.

She had been alone since then and she welcomed it. It was better to be alone then that be surrounded by those who would hurt her.

"Well Momo, I never thought I'd see you again."

She knew that voice. She glanced at her savoir and smiled.

"It is good to see you as well Aizen-taicho."

Aizen smiled at her his glasses on. This was her captain. This was the man that she respected.

"Hinamori, will you do anything for me?"

She nodded. "Of course Aizen-taicho. I will help you anyway I can."

He tousled her hair before smiling at her.

Hinamori cringed. That smile wasn't a smile she knew. It was dark and twisted.

"I knew I could count on you, Momo-chan."

She found herself trying move from his grip but she couldn't. She struggled but he only pulled on her tighter.

She could see Ichimaru in the corner with Tosen. Neither did anything but the smirk was fading off Ichimaru's face.

He warned me and I didn't listen.

Then she blacked out.

Bleed her,

Break her,

Make mine

But don't forget

She has no time.

The experiments went on for days as she felt her restsai change.

Aizen-taicho—he had done this to her.

He had broken her skin and forced her to suffer like this. It was Aizen-taicho who did it.

He watched over her caring about the experiments. Two more weeks and she would be perfect in his eyes. More experimentation and more change. She could feel the newly injected hollow inside of her claw.

This is a dream. This isn't real.

The old lie didn't make her feel better. Instead she drifted further into the pain.

She was going through hell as hours of needles and soul energy crashed inside of her. The line between hollow and shinigami had been destroyed.

Aizen only smiled as she screamed. The pain was too great and she was being eaten alive but he didn't care. She was a tool.

Seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours which turned into days which turned into weeks which into months which turned into years.

For years she was in this white walled room. She was experimented on her blood dripping on the floor. She was broken. She had had bones displaced and removed. She was fixed and then broken again.

Again and again she was tortured. Every day was a new experiment.

The smile that she once longed for was there now. He smiled as he watched her change and called her his little Momo. He treated like a pet.

She had longed for that once but now she wanted to be away from Aizen. He hurt her and for years he was all she knew.

She couldn't think of Soul Society. Shiro—he didn't exist anymore. Neither did Hisagi or Kira or Renji. None of her friends were real. She was forgetting.

Was Yachiru's hair pink or was it purple?

Was the fourth division captain's name Unohana or was it Soi Fon?

Was Matsumoto a man or a woman?

Had ryoka ever invaded Soul Society or was it hollows?

She couldn't remember anything. She couldn't fit together what was real or wasn't. She didn't know.

Sometimes she dreamed of a little cottage and an old woman. Obasan she called the old woman. Then there was a bratty little boy eating watermelon.

Sometimes she dreamed of a school. She was training with a red haired boy and a blond. They were her friends. They would run through the woods and combat hollows.

And other times she would dream of a smirk. There was something behind that smirk as a sword came rushing at her and the white haired boy protected her.

Aizen glanced at her through the window. She was almost perfect now. The hollow in her was strong and he knew she was still loyal to him even if it was only at of fear.

Her hair that had once been pure black had streaks of white in it. Her eyes that were a simple brown now were like molten copper. Her skin was paler and she had grown. No longer was she a child but a woman.

Here was his greatest work. It was time for him to test her. But who should he give her to train?

The arrancar were a no. Even the ones that had once been shinigami like her. Aaroniero still had too much of Kaien in him to be able to train Hinamori.

Ulquiorra while loyal was becoming attached that the pet. Aizen didn't mind. It just kept more loyal.

Nnoitera would sooner rape Hinamori than train her. While Aizen might find that entertaining he would rather have Hinamori trained than damaged more.

Grimmjow was too disobedient. Aizen needed Hinamori to be under his control not fighting it.

None of the arrancar could do this for him.

He needed some one else. Someone he trusted to make sure that Hinamori was trained properly and that left only one person.

Glass doll your garments are faded

Your eyes have become jaded

You are broken and chipped

Pieces torn and ripped

Let me have fun

Your head will be bashed in when I am done

She was broken into pieces and placed back together like a jigsaw puzzle.

She was shattered. The illusion that had been Aizen and the reality that the man she admired had never existed was enough to break her.

She would have died for her taicho. She would have given him everything just to belong in his world and be considered to precious by him.

The weak get broken.

He had never thought that what she was before was any merit. She was a toy to manipulate but not one that held his attention. Aizen used her as a tool but to Gin there was more to Hinamori than that.

In the past three days of training, he had found that she was interesting. She was manipulated and broken but she still had a little spark inside of her. Perhaps there was a way to extinguish the spark. He would find out.

The tool aspect he could understand. She was easily manipulated and easily toyed with. She was niaeve enough to trust Aizen but now it was turn.

"You need to move faster Momo-chan."

She was too slow in her steps. She was the perfect combination of hollow and shinigami but she still wasn't paying enough attention to him.

He was supposed to train her into being Aizen's perfect tool but she wasn't willing. Maybe he should think of some reward for her. Pushing the old buttons wasn't working.

He had always known what to push to make people respond. With Rangiku it had been weakness. With Hitsugaya it was Hinamori. Byakuya could be pushed by insinuating things about Rukia. Kaien was Rukia's button. Hinamori's had been Aizen.

But now she was different and Gin had no clue what button to push.

"Why do you call me that?"

"Call you what?" He wasn't really interested but she seemed unsure of herself.

"Momo-chan."

"You are Hinamori Momo. Momo-chan's more of a pet name."

"Hinamori Momo?"

His eyes widened and she gasped in surprise at their red color.

"Tell me Momo-chan, what do you remember?"

She looked confused. "I was born in the dark room. My otosan was there."

"Otosan?"

"Hai, you call him Aizen-sama."

It took him a second to process what she said. He smirked more widely. Now this was interesting and he had to ask Aizen-sama about it.

"Lessons are done for today."

"Have I done something to displease you Ichimaru-san?"

She sounded worried when she asked. It took him by surprise. She was looking at him with those copper eyes as if expecting him to yell at her.

He only smirked before patting her head. "No Momo-chan, you haven't. You need to go along for today. Tomorrow's lessons will be harder."

"Hai, Ichimaru-san. I will not let you down."

"I'm sure you won't Momo-chan."

He couldn't help but smirk while he watched her leave. He had a new playmate to ease his boredom. The world had just become more interesting.

To be continued….