[Log] Fortune
Who: Aizen Sousuke (movingpawns)
Status: Closed, Complete
Style: Third-person, past
Where: Yomisato
When: Week 8, Day 2
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Warning because it's probably boring as hell.
Two days.
He had been here two days, and still with no signs of being able to leave. He had thought, at first, that it was all simply a dream- one born of his own concern about his plans. But after he went to sleep last night and kept waking up throughout the early hours of the day, he was certain that this place wasn't simply something he had thought up.
The better part of the day before had been spent walking to the largest town he could find- Yomisato. It was large enough to get lost in, and that was what he needed now- a place to hide and regroup, to plan again. He would need to find employment, that was certain, and he was sure that the larger places would have more opportunities than the smaller, quieter towns.
So, for now, he would stay here. He needed to decide how to make a living, first. Then he could go about finding allies to help him overthrow the rule of this place- the gods.
If only he had Gin, his subordinate. It wasn't that he really needed him, but he enjoyed having someone to speak plainly with, someone that he didn't have to hide his true self from.
The sliding of the door interrupted his reverie. There was a young girl there, holding a cup of tea. Her eyes did not meet his, and she nearly jumped back after setting the cup on the small table that he was sitting at.
"Ah, thank you." He bowed his head in response to the cup of tea that was set in front of him, and smiled kindly at the girl that had brought it in to him. She resolutely looked at the floor and murmured a "welcome" before hastily exiting the room.
The home he was rooming in was small- a father and daughter living there, and he had found it under the most fortunate of circumstances. His pride was simply too great for him to squat in some hovel with the unwashed and ill. He had been lucky when he found the patriarch of the household being mugged by Yomites in a back alley. He rarely left things up to chance- preferring meticulous planning over all else- but he had to take the opportunity when it was offered. Even without a sword, he was still a gifted fighter, and it had taken mere minutes to dispel the gang. He had felt oddly winded afterward, and his hands shook slightly with exertion. That was most uncommon.
Still, it was the best thing that had happened to him that day. As for the rest- showing up here, being stripped of his zanpakutou, the others knowing of his plans...it was all unfortunate. That meant that he had probably gotten away with his plans, to a degree. Of course, he had plotted for more than a hundred years to set them into action- naturally he would have executed some of them. As for the others knowing and treating him like a regular criminal- he would simply have to remind them that he was not someone to be trifled with. He would find out more later- for the moment he had been more concerned with finding a roof over his head.
"Good morning, Sousuke-san!" The voice, boisterous and filling the room, shook him from his thoughts, and he turned back to see the man he had saved. He was slight, but there was an odd presence about him that seemed to warm up any room he walked into. He was loud and jovial, and loved to talk about small things.
Aizen had hated him from the moment he dragged him out of the alleyway.
"Ah, Natsuno-san. Good morning." He smiled warmly and took a drink of his tea, and looked at the man again. He had a golden mark on his forehead and was carrying a string of pink flowers in one hand. He could see the swelling of skin, the bruising, and the way the man slightly favored his right leg. The man should be in pain, but he never showed it, the smile not melting from his face.
Dealing with this man would be trying at best. Though he was calm, Aizen was also halfway sleep-deprived, far from home, and without the things that were most important to him. To ease his mind, he was been observing and soaking in what details he could, drinking tea, and working on calligraphy in exchange for his room, but even that barely alleviated the foul mood he was in.
But to see his face, and the smile that met his eyes, no one would be the wiser.
"I take it you slept well?" The man grinned and walked to the other side of the room, where a small altar was placed. He bowed his head reverently and left the small garland of flowers there. He murmured something, and Aizen focused on his tea, almost ashamed at the man's reverence. What idiocy. The gods were nothing more than ideals- things for mankind to lay blame to and to ask for help in desperation.
Natsuno waved him over, and Aizen smiled, nodding politely before setting down his tea on the small square table. So he was to take place in this, as well? What a waste of effort. He walked over to the altar and rested down on the tatami mat that served as the floor covering.
"Here, Sousuke-san."
He was handed a small candle, and he lit the others in turn. He had never done this before, but it was easy enough to figure out the steps. It was idiotic and frivolous, but he knew that he needed a place to stay, so that was that. He knelt down in front of the small altar and frowned at it. Well, it wouldn't hurt to keep up the charade, would it? He lit the incense and closed his eyes, his hands folded in his lap. Why should he pay tribute to those that he wished to destroy?
After a few moments, he opened his eyes and smiled, nodding his head and standing. He returned back to the table, taking his cup in hand and drinking a bit. Natsuno stood and smiled at him, walking for the door.
"Thank you, Sosuke-san." He paused at the door and smiled nervously. "You may stay with us as long as you wish."
Aizen smiled kindly. "Please, think nothing of it. I'll find my own home soon."
Mostly because he couldn't stand the thought of living with this irritating man a moment longer.
Status: Closed, Complete
Style: Third-person, past
Where: Yomisato
When: Week 8, Day 2
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Warning because it's probably boring as hell.
Two days.
He had been here two days, and still with no signs of being able to leave. He had thought, at first, that it was all simply a dream- one born of his own concern about his plans. But after he went to sleep last night and kept waking up throughout the early hours of the day, he was certain that this place wasn't simply something he had thought up.
The better part of the day before had been spent walking to the largest town he could find- Yomisato. It was large enough to get lost in, and that was what he needed now- a place to hide and regroup, to plan again. He would need to find employment, that was certain, and he was sure that the larger places would have more opportunities than the smaller, quieter towns.
So, for now, he would stay here. He needed to decide how to make a living, first. Then he could go about finding allies to help him overthrow the rule of this place- the gods.
If only he had Gin, his subordinate. It wasn't that he really needed him, but he enjoyed having someone to speak plainly with, someone that he didn't have to hide his true self from.
The sliding of the door interrupted his reverie. There was a young girl there, holding a cup of tea. Her eyes did not meet his, and she nearly jumped back after setting the cup on the small table that he was sitting at.
"Ah, thank you." He bowed his head in response to the cup of tea that was set in front of him, and smiled kindly at the girl that had brought it in to him. She resolutely looked at the floor and murmured a "welcome" before hastily exiting the room.
The home he was rooming in was small- a father and daughter living there, and he had found it under the most fortunate of circumstances. His pride was simply too great for him to squat in some hovel with the unwashed and ill. He had been lucky when he found the patriarch of the household being mugged by Yomites in a back alley. He rarely left things up to chance- preferring meticulous planning over all else- but he had to take the opportunity when it was offered. Even without a sword, he was still a gifted fighter, and it had taken mere minutes to dispel the gang. He had felt oddly winded afterward, and his hands shook slightly with exertion. That was most uncommon.
Still, it was the best thing that had happened to him that day. As for the rest- showing up here, being stripped of his zanpakutou, the others knowing of his plans...it was all unfortunate. That meant that he had probably gotten away with his plans, to a degree. Of course, he had plotted for more than a hundred years to set them into action- naturally he would have executed some of them. As for the others knowing and treating him like a regular criminal- he would simply have to remind them that he was not someone to be trifled with. He would find out more later- for the moment he had been more concerned with finding a roof over his head.
"Good morning, Sousuke-san!" The voice, boisterous and filling the room, shook him from his thoughts, and he turned back to see the man he had saved. He was slight, but there was an odd presence about him that seemed to warm up any room he walked into. He was loud and jovial, and loved to talk about small things.
Aizen had hated him from the moment he dragged him out of the alleyway.
"Ah, Natsuno-san. Good morning." He smiled warmly and took a drink of his tea, and looked at the man again. He had a golden mark on his forehead and was carrying a string of pink flowers in one hand. He could see the swelling of skin, the bruising, and the way the man slightly favored his right leg. The man should be in pain, but he never showed it, the smile not melting from his face.
Dealing with this man would be trying at best. Though he was calm, Aizen was also halfway sleep-deprived, far from home, and without the things that were most important to him. To ease his mind, he was been observing and soaking in what details he could, drinking tea, and working on calligraphy in exchange for his room, but even that barely alleviated the foul mood he was in.
But to see his face, and the smile that met his eyes, no one would be the wiser.
"I take it you slept well?" The man grinned and walked to the other side of the room, where a small altar was placed. He bowed his head reverently and left the small garland of flowers there. He murmured something, and Aizen focused on his tea, almost ashamed at the man's reverence. What idiocy. The gods were nothing more than ideals- things for mankind to lay blame to and to ask for help in desperation.
Natsuno waved him over, and Aizen smiled, nodding politely before setting down his tea on the small square table. So he was to take place in this, as well? What a waste of effort. He walked over to the altar and rested down on the tatami mat that served as the floor covering.
"Here, Sousuke-san."
He was handed a small candle, and he lit the others in turn. He had never done this before, but it was easy enough to figure out the steps. It was idiotic and frivolous, but he knew that he needed a place to stay, so that was that. He knelt down in front of the small altar and frowned at it. Well, it wouldn't hurt to keep up the charade, would it? He lit the incense and closed his eyes, his hands folded in his lap. Why should he pay tribute to those that he wished to destroy?
After a few moments, he opened his eyes and smiled, nodding his head and standing. He returned back to the table, taking his cup in hand and drinking a bit. Natsuno stood and smiled at him, walking for the door.
"Thank you, Sosuke-san." He paused at the door and smiled nervously. "You may stay with us as long as you wish."
Aizen smiled kindly. "Please, think nothing of it. I'll find my own home soon."
Mostly because he couldn't stand the thought of living with this irritating man a moment longer.