I pulled out a long, thin string. A tall man with slicked back brown hair and a strand hanging in his face, an amuse smile, and demanding aura stood.

"So help me Aizen if you hurt her..." The orange haired boy that Orihime had introduced me to yesterday, Ichigo, began threateningly. The man, Aizen, simply chuckled and walked over to me. He held his hand out to me and I just kind of stared at him in confusion.

He chuckled again before kneeling and gently taking my hand, successfully making me blush. He carefully pulled me to my feet and led me to a closet. Once I was in, he reached last me to shut the door.

I, having been in a slight trance by his handsome face, immediately became nervous.

"W-What are we doing in here?" I asked shakily. I felt his soft hand on my cheek and my cheeks burned red. "Who are you?"

"Your face is quite hot." He said, running his thumb along my cheekbone. "Why is that?"

I couldn't find an answer as I stared into his piercing dark eyes. A small smirk appeared on his lips and he began leaning closer. I took a step back and he paused, making a questioning look at me.

"W-Why are we in h-here?" I asked quietly, trying to sound strong. "W-Who are you?"

" My name is Aizen Sosuke. We're here to do this." He replied, putting his free hand on my other cheek and pulling my face to his. He held my face tight as I fought fearfully, hitting his chest as hard as I could even though he didn't seem affected.

He just kept moving his lips on mine.

"Stop fighting it already," he growled softly. I stopped struggling and accepted him. He smirked, kissing me again and tilting my head back to deepen the kiss. He held on to the back of my neck, and moved his other hand to my lower back, pulling me closer and closing the space between us.

I wrapped by arms around his neck and pulled myself up, standing on my tiptoes. He chuckled and used the hand on my neck to tilt my head to the side, moving his lips to my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my lips when he nibbled on sensitive skin, and he bit on the spot harder. I gasped in slight pain, my nails digging into his neck. He chuckled again and moved to my lips once again. I moaned quietly as his tongue forced entrance and found mine.

"Such an adorable kitten," he purred, pulling away to smirk at me. I blushed as I looked to the side, biting my swollen lip. "So adorable," he repeated, his hands moving to my face and his thumbed stroking my cheekbones as he forced me to look at him.

The door swung open, bathing us in light, and Ichigo jerked Aizen away from me.

"Did you hurt her?!" He snarled as Aizen smirked down at him.

"I didn't do anything she didn't want," he said smoothly.

"Why, you!" Ichigo yelled, pulling back his fist.

"W-Wait!" I cried, jumping and grabbing his arm. He paused and looked at me in surprise. "H-He didn't do anything bad, really," I said quickly, blushing madly. "He... He was really sweet...."

He gave me an incredulous look as I gave him a pleading one in return.

"Please don't hurt him, Ichigo," I begged quietly. He sighed in frustration before letting go of Aizen and glaring at him.

"Hurt her in any way and I will demolish you," he snapped. I relaxed and released his arm.

"I'm not going to hurt her, brat," Aizen smirked, wrapping an arm around my waist and led me over to a couch. We sat down, and I curled into his side comfortably. "Tell me a little about yourself, Claire."