He had no idea how long he waited. What time it was or if it was night or day in this world. It was always colorless. There was nothing to measure time by anyway. Meals never came in a set pattern nor did sleep. She did as she pleased.

Grabbing his hand in the delicate one and taking him from one room to the other she lived in. Petting his head like a well trained dog at its master side all the time. As long as she was happy with him, there was no punishment. Do as she wanted, do what was told, do everything to keep smiling like an innocent child.

Today, they walked in what might be a garden in this place. Trees of white silver had been made to grow into strange shapes. Bending and twisting into shapes that were forced in nature. Earth as dead as the air could hold no form of life anymore. Just white as the toneless sky hanging over their heads as she held his hand and skipped along to a tuneless hum.

Her voice broke the silent, talking about her day with Aizen.

"He was real mad today Shiro-Chan! He killed one of the nurses Arrancar! She cut his hand when trimming his nails! She screamed and went splat! It was gooey and scarlet all over! Ewwwww!" she rushed out in one breath.

He watched her, watching her mouth and not her eyes.

"Shiro-Chan, are you listening?" toneless asked

Knowing that tone, what might happen if it was not the right reaction she wanted. Beaming brightly and nodding his head as a good child would to a parent. Her mouth bloomed into a sweet smile and her hand touched his pale cheek. Tracing patterns on the skin with a single finger.

"Shiro-chan, Aizen wants to see you for dinner later. Is that ok?' she whispered

Taking a chance, his teal eyes widen into her own. Meeting the chocolate to his lucid ones. The Master wished to see him? Why? Did he do something wrong again? Panic swells into his chest. Momo watched fear ripple in his eyes. Cupping his cheek like a mother once might have, she bent down to whisper into his ears.

"It's ok Shiro-chan. He just wants to make sure your ok now."

Letting her hand fall, a bit of her own fear bit into her mind for a moment. Last time Aizen had almost broken Hitsugaya. It had taken weeks of healing to make him back to normal. He still had the scars on his back from the lighting whip her Aizen-sama had left. She didn't want her doll to be broken again after all this hard work put into him!

Hitsugaya watched her walk away, the pale dress she wore leaving a tail in the silver sand. Shaking from the idea of Aizen, he made his way to one of the twist trees to sit down. Memories slicing into his own...

The only things holding him were the shackles on this wrist over head. Stretching out his body to the point of a breaking. Blood covered most of the fair skin in little rivers. Many of the wounds had been healed after his "teaching sensation" with a giggling little girl. Dark brown eyes lighting up when he had made more sounds from the flick of the whip edged with lighting. No swears or cruse, no fighting back from the decayed mind of the boy. He was left alone for hours in the dark room. Then the door swing open, two of the Arrancar guards dragged in a strangling man.

"Let me go you assholes! I swear if I ever get loose, you hides are mind you fuckers! Let me go now!" a man's horse yelled and spat.

He was a captured shinigami, by the name of Nao Endo. Fresh out of the Academy just a few years before the year had started out. He had a loving family and many good friends. Often joking around with all other shinigami and just being an all around good boy that he was.

Landing as the Sixth seat of this division and finishing much of the paper work the Lieutenant never did. With light brown hair and bright greens eyes that would light up any room. He was known for cheering up those who were down with his antics and soft filled words. Being a open ear to those who needed it, for anyone who needed it.

Nao had been happy with his life. Now he was being dragged by the Arrancar men after being captured during a battle in the Real world. Fighting with everything he had against an enemy he could not hope to win against at this point.

Those once bight eyes widen at what he saw in the dark room...

His caption lay shackled to the ceiling, dead eyes watching the shinigami being dragged into the room and chained as he was. One of the Arrancar men smirked as the pair left the room.

"Captain? Captain that you?" Nao whispered the words to the broken boy next to him.

Only the rising of his chest let him know his caption was still alive in some form in this room.

Aizen walked in, Gin following in trail behind the leader of Hueco Mundo grinning at the pair of boys before him. Licking his mouth in a snake motion, one of Gin's eyes opened a bit in a bright crimson color. Knowing about what was going to happen in a few moments to the new visitor of their little home in the hollow world. Two more Arrancar walked into the room along with two men. Holding what looked to be knifes in each little hand.

Momo came in bouncing with the women. Aizen gave her a bright smile as she petted Hitsugaya's head.

"Don't touch him bitch! You have no right to touch him!" words ringing out in the stone walls.

Grabbing the man's hair, Aizen frowned and leaned into his ear. Momo felt tears gathering in her eyes at this man. Why was yelling at her for no reason?

"Be careful my friend, if you make my little Momo cry like that...Let just say what she does is nothing compared to what I am about to do..." his heavy slide out like honey into Nao's ear.

Aizen felt the boy shake in anger, good. This was going to be a very outcome. He smiled in saying "Watch my little caption and learn what happens to those who fight me."

One of the female Arrancar walked up to kiss the man; he was kept in place by Gin's long hands. Nap screamed in the kiss, the blade was sliding down his chest. The other started on his back, following her sister in the same motion. Blood oozed from knifes.

The kisser moved down his neck, leaving a wet trail on the skin. Moving the blade against the chest into the exposed muscle.

Nao screamed.

Azien smiled, sharing that same smile with Gin holding the boy still.

Momo petted her doll, with a tilted head at the scene being done at hand.

Her sister dug her finger along the back, pulling of the hanging skin and ripping it off in a shape tug. Licking the blood of her fingers in joy.

They moved on both sides of the body, peeling away the skin, pulling on the muscle , revealing the bone. His eyes closed, his blood pooling on the floor. Eyes locked on the caption, begging for help of any kind.

Teal eyes locked on those ones, nothing showed.

Nao let it go, pulling into the darkness...

Hitsugaya snapped from the dream, shaking from the memories. Those eyes haunted his dreams from then. Knowing not why or who that boy had been. Only that Aizen had wanted him to watch that happen and remember well the listen. Fighting back from throwing up, he could smell the blood and remembered seeing his reflection in the pool.

Looking up into the toneless sky, he wished why one word kept in Nao's voice would replay in his head also.

"Captain."