Ink, black ink. Why would this even be in her room? What was she going to do, write a letter to herself?

She felt frustrated, more than she did before. Picking up the bottle, she gripped it tight. To hell with this place.

There was a satisfying crash as it broke when it hit the pristine white wall, the glass shattering and ink flaying about. A lot in fact ended up on her.

She was too tired to take a bath though, the ink would stain her skin by tomorrow, she didn't find the will to care and plopped down on her bead making sure to roll around and stain the sheets too.

The next few seconds had her overcome with sleep.

She didn't know if that fox-faced bastard would actually come back.

Aizen was bewildered, Gin could tell.

He had asked Gin if something important happened between him and the girl. Nothing had, just a little breakdown.

Aizen had agreed to having only Gin look after Ichigo though, Grimmjow would throw a fit when he found out.

He flashed stepped back to tell her the news only to find her asleep in an inky mess on her bed.

Gin sighed and walked to the spacious bathroom to draw water for a bath. Aizen would probably be put off if he saw her tomorrow in the mess she was. The former second division captain had no doubt that she'd be getting a visit from Aizen, to find who she chose.

Picking her up, careful not to wake her, he stripped her of her dress.

"Yuzu... Karin... I'll protect you..."

Something clenched in his stomach, he felt immense guilt. She wasn't supposed to end up a prisoner and test subject. She wouldn't get pregnant, he had asked Szayel. A hybrid fetus would only collapse on itself, it would consume itself. That is if it were made naturally, though thats not what Aizen had planned at all.

From what he understood of the chattering that the pink haired freak had unleashed on him, there was to be a drug used. One that would make the baby appear as a Soul Reaper to her body and instead of devouring its own soul, it would be Ichigo's that went.

Gin lifted her into his arms and took her to the washroom, he stepped into the deep tub. His clothing from the waist down was soaked, but he didn't care, all his thoughts revolved around the girl in his arms. He reminded himself solemnly, this was really, foremost, just a human girl. Quincy and Soul Reaper come second, she had spent her life being more or less normal until Kuchiki showed up. Regardless of what Aizen said, about always having big plans for her (creepy that he did though), Ichigo had no fault.

Just like Rangiku.

Sweet face, long light hair, a curvy soft body. They were alike in so many ways.

It hurt to leave Rangiku. Once, he had thought that she was the one he'd be with forever, the girl from Rukongi that didn't even know her birthday. Even with Aizen behind him, he'd welcome the days when they were together. Especially the days that led to nights where it got hot, and the only thing that would cool them down after sex would be laying down together facing the sky.

But that had ended.

She was the one who decided that the relationship was unstable, he'd have to agree with her. Aizen's lackey? Ever thinking he'd get married, have children, be rid of Aizen? Ha.

She left him in the end because he had kept leaving her all the time.

He didn't blame her.

He missed her, and he missed Kira.

They were the only things he had cared about.

He gently lowered Ichigo into the water, he chuckled as he imagined what she would say the next day when she woke up, after she figured out he had stripped and washed the ink off her.

All sorts of screaming.

He followed Aizen in hopes that he would one day get revenge over what he did to Rangiku, he still wanted that revenge. But he couldn't in his right mind let Ichigo suffer. He sincerely hoped she'd pick Starrk. That way he had a chance to save her, Ichigo had to get pregnant unfortunately, but Starrk wasn't a bad guy. He'd agree to his plan. Ichigo would have to get pregnant, but not with a hollow.

He was finished washing her, he dried her off and was surprised to see that the bedding was new. He had accidentally left the door open, he smiled to himself 'hollow room service'.

He didn't bother dressing Ichigo, just tucked her under the covers.

He made sure to lock the door behind him, nobody could get into that room or out, especially since he left a heavy imprint of his own reiatsu on it along with a strong Kido barrier. Really, only Aizen could break it.

Now it was time to get himself into some dry clothes and move around the hallways. He had to make sure that his room was as close as possible to hers.

"Did you have fun in there?"

Gin paused and turned to the unwelcome voice.

"Why yes I did Grimmy, ya wish ya coulda been the one holdin her?"

Grimmjow sneered in disgust.

"A fucking Soul Reaper brat, you're really fucked in the head if you think I want her any other way than begging for her life."

"Really now, yer really channeling Nnoitra back when Neliel was around. Always thought that was some mighty strong sexual tension." Gin mocked.

Grimmjow ignored the statement, he vaguely remembered a woman named Neliel ranking high as an Espada back when he was still devouring hollows in the desert. "Sexual tension my fucking ass, I have a score to settle with that little bitch."

"Oh well, in that case, yer definitely goin to win if you fight her now see in as the poor little girl doesn' have any of her powers, didn' think you were inta fighting dirty." That would definitely put the blue haired Espada off attacking her, he had quite the one tracked mind after all.

"Tch."

"Don' be mad Grimmy, maybe she'll choose ya to fuck, you can fight her on a whole new level then."

Gin felt guilty just saying it.

"Fuck like I want that! I wanna fight the little bitch, not have her die when my spawn eats her soul."

Perhaps Grimmjow wouldn't be too bad of a choice either then. Not that Ichigo would choose him in a million years.

Gin was sure that she counted him as likely as Ulquiorra, which was about zero in one hundred of a chance.

She had to be really dense if she didn't choose Starrk.

Not beta'd.