Drabbleage
So it's been a bit since I last posted... Ooops. :P
Title: For Me
Rating/Warnings: PG/K+ For mild depression and if a caring Aizen freaks you out.
Can you scream for me? My beautiful, will you scream for me? My lovely darling, scream for me. Just a little. And a little. And a little more.
Gin wasn't especially aware of the time. Nor of the day nor of how long he'd been unconscious. But he was awake now and so that didn't matter. He shifted a bit. His arm was gone it seemed. Removed by a jealous and angry Tousen. At least it wasn't his sword arm. His chest hurt as well. Stabbed five or six times while in the dead man's bankai. Before Aizen-sama had found him. Before Aizen-sama had rescued him. So now he was here and Tousen was... in several places.
Can you cry for me? My beautiful, will you cry for me? My lovely darling, cry for me. Just a little. And a little. And a little more.
Gin felt soft, careful, dangerous hands wiping the tears off his face. He tried to apologize. Tried to beg forgiveness. It was his fault, wasn't it? But all he could do was shut his eyes tighter and cry. Kisses on his brow and soft whispers in his ears. Loving words. Caring words. Words meant and said only for Gin who would inherit the world as his queen. All for his lovely Gin if he would just open his eyes.
Can you bleed for me? My beautiful, will you bleed for me? My lovely darling, bleed for me. Just a little. And a little. And a little more.
Gin was happily chopping away at the invaders. Even if it was a desperate situation the blood dancing in the air made him perfectly content. Maybe they would turn it around. That was what he must do. He must. He must. He must. Because he couldn't bear the thought of his Aizen-sama losing. Punished. Dead. Not if he could stop it. He must. He must. He mist. But oh, wasn't the little captain. And oh, wasn't his little doll. And oh, wasn't his little girl. Just so strong. He could feel his legs nearly give way. Before Aizen-sama found him. Before Aizen-sama had rescued him.
Can you die for me? My beautiful, will you die for me? My lovely darling, die for me. Just a little. And a little. And a little more.
Gin was uncomfortable with the plan. But it would work. Because it must. It must. It must. It must. He would die for his Aizen-sama even if it meant being alone again. Sad again. Afraid again. But as the spell kicked in and his Aizen-sama held him. He. Was. Content.
Can you live for me? My beautiful, will you live for me? My lovely darling, live for me. Just a little. And a little. And a little more.
Gin felt it was strange. To have two arms again. To be a child again. To be a human again. After being a monster for so long. And so what if his hair was black and his eyes green? So what if his name was now French instead of Japanese? He was with his Aizen-sama and that was what mattered.
Can you love me? My beautiful, will you love me? My lovely darling, love me. Just a little. And a little. And a little more.
I hope y'all liked it. :)