AN: Okay, so this is my first actual chapter story that I've put up here. It's a GinIchi fic, if you don't like it for whatever reason, then please don't read it. The idea for this story kept bothering me until I finally sat down and wrote it. ^^ It takes a little while for the "conflict" to become more apparent, but until then, enjoy!

The basic plot is that Aizen figures out that Gin is a traitor and tries to kill him. Gin gets away and goes to Ichigo for help. You'll just have to read the rest to see what happens. Please review and tell me what you think. Be honest, but not mean. Thank you for taking the time to read it!

WARNING: There WILL be YAOI content in later chapters, if people like it and review!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach! All of the characters, and the setting and all that belongs to Tite Kubo.

Chapter 1

Ichimaru Gin stumbled through the deserts of Hueco Mundo. He was breathing hard, his usual smile was absent, and behind him was a trail of blood. He looked down at the hole in his torso, the most worrying and smallest wound, the one that punctured his lung. He knew he lost a lot of blood, and he was bleeding into said lung. 'I can't stay here. I'm fair game now,' he thought. After a moment of deliberation the sliver haired man opened a Garganta. Gin stumbled through to the sky above Karakura town. 'Damn…'

After hovering in the air there for a second, Gin fell. He managed to slow himself down enough so that when he hit pavement nothing else got broken. However that doesn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch. The genius stayed still a moment before he pushed himself to his feet, already having located the reiatsu of the person he was looking for. He thanked his stars that the owner was less than a block away, and stumbled down the street. About a minute later (he was moving uncharacteristically slow because of his wounds) he turned a corner and saw the orange haired teen. He leaned heavily on the building next to him and called out, without letting himself wonder if the teen would kill him right away or not, "Ichigo!" The teen spun around at the sound of his name, eyes widening at the sight of Gin.

"Gin?" he asked uncertainly. The man before him looked awful. The traitorous ex-captain had a deep gash across his shoulder and stomach, at least two stab wounds, and his left arm was hanging uselessly at his side. He was sweating and panting, his eyes were fully open and his smile was absent. As the silver haired man took a step forward, Ichigo's need to help him was gone, replaced by his wariness and anger because of who Gin had allied himself with. Then the man was falling, and Ichigo instinctively stepped forward and caught him.

Gin grabbed his shirt front and managed to force out, "He found out. I couldn't get…" around the blood rising in his throat before he passed out. Ichigo stared down at the ex-captain in shock, wondering just what the hell to do. For a moment he couldn't help but notice that even wounded as he was, Gin was handsome. His eyes, which he now knew to be a striking icy blue color, were piercing, and his mouth, when so relaxed looked normal and soft. His hair shone brightly in the light, and his pale skin looked almost see through. The thought shattered when blood trickled out of the man's mouth.

Ichigo quickly made his decision and gently sat Gin down, stood and reached into his pocket, pulling out Kon and swallowing the pill. The second he was free of his body, the mod started talking. Ichigo ignored him and bent back down and lifted Gin in his arms, worry flashing through him at how light he was. 'Shit, how much blood did you lose Gin?' he wondered.

"Who is that Ichigo? What happened?" Kon exclaimed when he saw the limp form.

Ichigo turned to look at Kon and said seriously, "Kon, I need you to listen carefully, and do as I say. I'm taking him to my house, and I need you to get Inoue and meet me there. If Rukia or Renji are with her then you have to keep them away. Okay?" He didn't wait for an answer. Gin needed help NOW or he would die ex-captain or no.

He turned and jumped into the air, starting to flash step back to his house. He could feel blood soaking into his sleeves and shirt front. 'What the hell happened to you Gin?' he thought yet again. When he got to his house he hardly paused to open his window before he jumped into his room. Ichigo laid the man out on his bed and then went to get a first aid kit. When he returned Gin was awake and awkwardly trying to sit up. "Gin, lie back down," Ichigo ordered. He watched as the man who was known for being overly confident and unshakable, started and nervously fumbled for his Zanpakuto, his eyes turning to fix on Ichigo. As Ichigo reached cautiously for the hilt of Zangetsu, recognition flashed through the bright blue eyes and he relaxed.

"Ichigo..." he said in a relieved voice before he slumped back down and was unconscious again. After a moment of hesitation Ichigo stepped forward and set the kit next to a glass of water on his nightstand. He ripped the robe Gin wore open and started pulling his arms out of it. He froze when he heard a disturbingly painful crack and Gin winced. He slowly pulled the man's left arm out of the robe before moving on. He would look at the arm when he got the top off. He untied the light blue green sash around the slim waist, sitting Shinso on the floor next to his bed. He paused to look at the sash, memories of his first trip to the Soul Society flashing through his head. He distinctly remembered that the color inside of the haori Gin wore was the same exact color as this.

'Why would he want a reminder of the place he betrayed?' he wondered. He brushed the thought aside and pulled the bloody and ruined top open, gasping at the sight that greeted him. He grabbed a washcloth and got it wet with the water from his table then carefully started cleaning away the blood. 'There's so much blood, I can't even tell how many wounds he actually has.' He sighed when he finished, happy that his first assumption of how many wounds had been inflicted was correct. Ichigo got to work stopping the bleeding as best as he could.

He paused when he heard a noise outside, and looked over in time to see Kon, carrying Orihime, jump though the open window. "Kurosaki-kun! Are you okay?" Orihime asked as Kon reluctantly put her down, ogling her breasts the whole time.

"I'm okay Inoue. But he isn't," Ichigo replied, looking back down at Gin.

He waited silently as Orihime processed what she was seeing. "Isn't that… Ichimaru Gin?" she gasped out quietly.

Ichigo nodded gravely. "Will you heal him? I want to know what the hell is going on."

Ichigo stepped away from Gin and Orihime took his place. "Soten Kisshun, I reject," she said softly, and two of her little fairy like beings created the healing barrier around the man in Ichigo's bed.

"Hey… Ichigo, isn't Ichimaru Gin the name of one of the guys that betrayed the Soul Society?" Kon asked.

"Yea," Ichigo responded darkly, watching the man's chest rise and fall.

2 hours earlier:

Gin walked through the halls of Las Noches, heading for his Control Room. After checking his cameras, maybe playing with the corridors a bit, then he was planning on going to see Aizen. His hate for the man rose within him at the simple thought of his name. Aizen had ruined an innumerable amount of lives, just by existing. Gin had debated for a long time, and he had decided that the most family appropriate word to describe the man with was egotistic.

Said egotistic bast- man had stolen from his longtime friend Rangiku. He had ruined Hinamori Momo's life and, in doing so, changed Hitsugaya Toshiro's life forever. He had killed the members of Central 46 so that he could order the death of Kuchiki Rukia and obtain Urahara Kisuke's hogyoku. He had destroyed the lifestyle Hirako Shinji, Otoribashi Rojuro, Aikawa Love, Muguruma Kensei, Yadamaru Lisa, Sarugaki Hiyori, Kuna Mashiro, and Ushoda Hachigen; now known as the Visoreds. Aizen Souske had also taken Gin's life from him. He found it funny that the man that hated Aizen more than anyone was closer to him than anyone.

Gin pulled out of his thoughts as he approached the door to his Control Room. He quietly opened the door and stepped inside. As he walked towards the lone chair in the room, a deep smooth voice stopped him in his tracks. "Gin," it said, and Gin turned to face Aizen.

"Aizen Taicho, wha' brings ya here?" he asked, the grin on his face not even faltering. And then he went flying into the wall.

"You think I don't know that you're not loyal to me anymore?" Aizen said in a disturbingly calm voice. Gin pushed away from the wall, brushing off his coat with the grin still plastered on his face while his voice spoke of his confusion.

"I'm sure I've no idea wha' ya are talkin' 'bout, Aizen Taicho," he said.

"Don't toy with me, Gin. There's no use denying it," the brown haired man said, drawing his sword. "And now you will be erased because of your betrayal."

'Damn!' Gin thought, reaching into his robes for his Zanpakuto. "Shoot to kill, Shinso," Gin almost hissed as his blade extended through his robe, heading straight for Aizen. He watched as the man sidestepped and smiled, almost kindly.

"Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu," he said. Gin hardly had time to open his eyes fully before his shoulder was cut through to the bone. He clenched his jaw against the pain and closed his eyes. 'The only chance I have now is findin' Kyoka Suigetsu's presence.' There was a noise to his right and a sharp pain in his neck the disappeared after a moment, as long as Gin stayed still. He felt the faint flicker and spun, deflecting Aizen's blow aimed at his saketsu chain. He had his eyes shut tight, he was breathing through his mouth, he was focusing on the sound of his own racing heart, and only letting himself feel Shinso in his hand.

"That was impressive Gin," Aizen said, his voice echoing around him, making it sound like the room they were in was cavernous. "But it's not good enough."

A sword slashed across his stomach and Gin gasped, jumping back and away from the man. Immediately after that there was a sharp pain in his lungs. Gin swung his sword, almost frantically, panic rising in him when he felt a hand take hold of his arm. After a second the panic subsided and he grew disturbingly calm. It was the calm acceptance of death. He knew Aizen was going to kill him, in the most horrible manner that he could come up with. And Gin wouldn't be able to avenge any of those that had lost their lives to Aizen.

As he was about to completely give up, one simple image flashed behind his closed lids. It was Rangiku, as he last saw her, but she was crying. No, not crying, sobbing. 'Rangiku don't cry…' he wanted to tell her.

After a moment the image faded, but his resolve to live returned. He opened his eyes and turned his head to face Aizen, his grin returning, looking almost mocking. He narrowed his eyes to slits, and he was Ichimaru Gin, 3rd Division Taicho again. "I was never loyal ta youAizen." His grin widened, and he opened his eyes as he said, fighting back his accent, "The betrayal you can see is trivial. What is truly fearsome is the betrayal you don't see, Aizen Taicho."

He got the immense satisfaction of seeing Aizen's eyes narrow in anger. Less than a minute later Gin's left arm was broken in two places; his wrist was broken, along with three fingers. His shoulder was dislocated, and there was a stab wound through said shoulder. Aizen lifted Gin up by his neck and smiled cruelly. "I think I'll leave you as food for the pitiful hollows outside," he said, fishing for some sort of reaction, preferably terror followed by begging for his life, but even a simple "you bastard" would be perfectly acceptable for Aizen at this point. It would mean that the fox faced man in front of him was afraid of him, and that he did have actually emotions.

But Gin's grin was still in place, and his eyes remained mere slits, hiding the brilliant blue color. He knew he was frustrating Aizen, probably more than anyone that existed ever had. He took pride in that. And he knew Aizen would probably think of him as some sort of fucked up, masochistic, schizophrenic creature that had fooled the leader of the Arrancar army for over 110 years. Most anyone would think that of Gin after witnessing the simple fact that while Aizen Sosuke had broken his arm, his expression hadn't faltered once, he hadn't raised his voice in a scream of pain, or even a whimper. But oh how he had wanted to. He had wanted to scream as loud as he could and curse and let the immense pain of his bone snapping and digging into the flesh of his arm show on his face. But he absolutely refused to give that egotistic bastard the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. So he hung limply from the brown haired man's hand, grinning lazily, knowing that Aizen would hate and loathe him after this.

Aizen's eyes narrowed further in anger and he turned, flash stepping out of Las Noches. He threw Gin away from him as if he was a bag of garbage. Without any more breath wasted on the traitorous fox, Aizen turned and went back into his fortress. The silver haired Shinigami let himself remain in the soft, cool sand of Hueco Mundo. He took his sweet time rising to his feet, wincing every single time he heard the bones in his arm move. Gin looked down at Shinso, resting comfortably in his sheath, and Gin was glad that Aizen had been foolish enough to let him keep his precious Zanpakuto. The cry of a hollow off in the distance pulled the man out of his thoughts and forced him to make his tired limbs carry him away from Las Noches.

AN: Please review! (Don't mind the random re-update guys. I kinda somehow managed to forget my little disclaimer, so I had to come back and put that in here. ^^ll)