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[lucindathemaid]

My flist is composed mostly of people whom I've met through fandom. Most of you are writers, and although I don't always comment on the things you write, I do read them. I notice styles, details, certain turns of phrase that are uniquely...you. Or at least I think I do

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[anonymous]

To the casual observer, there was nothing wrong with Hinamori’s relationship with her captain. They worked well together in a seemingly innocuous mentor and mentee relationship. He indulged her, and she did her best to make his life more comfortable. She was an ideal vice captain for the easy going Aizen-sama.

What no one knew was that the relationship crept deeper then they had imagined, that it manifested in darker, crueler ways in the privacy of their quarters, in the double entendre of their daily conversations. Hinamori was infatuated, and Aizen manipulated that infatuation into a dependency he was sure she would never escape.

It pleased him that he could deceive someone so completely without even the aid of his zanpakutou. She was his amusement during the long years he waited, searching for the power to make himself greater then a god.

He was confident that she would play directly into his hands and become the Achilles heel of so many of his fellow shinigami. In the end, she would break them just as he would one day take satisfaction in breaking her.

Anticipation ran thick along his tongue. He wondered how she would take the news of his deceptions. Would she cry in disbelief? Would she defend him? Would she come to him begging for salvation? Would she still strive to please him when he was no longer there?

Would she service him when he returned?

She was his personal slave, his every desire met by an eager pupil. He anticipated the day she would do everything he commanded not because she thought he was a good man, a kind and benevolent man, but because she could no longer resist him even though the Gotei 13 lied in shreds and ashes all around them.

He anticipated that day with a ferocity that paled only in comparison to his burning desire to rise above everyone he had ever known. In the meantime, he had a suicide to stage, just one step closer to achieving his ultimate goals.

[lucindathemaid]

parsnip_chan?

[parsnip_chan]

You're to good at this. *pouts*

[lucindathemaid]

Awesome! Way to go with my gut! ^__^

And this fic was so pretty, too; "he had a suicide to stage"... how do you do it?!

[parsnip_chan]

Um, I'm sleep deprived by choice? Don't know what the heck I'm writing? Lucky? Or maybe my muse has finally decided to return from the dead and help me out. More then likely it's just a fluke. *grins*