[ABANDONED]
Who: Aizen, Kaien.
When: right after this.
Where: near the city gates. AWAY FROM ALL OTHER CIVILIZATION LOL. HINTHINT.
Rating: PG-13; subject to change.
Warnings: Aizen. Naïve Kaien. Probable violence.
Summary: Uh, Aizen is a complete and total douchebag, and Kaien shows up at exactly the right time to fit his cute little way into his master plan that involves a lot of really mean, naughty things. Poor boy. He never stood a chance. ♥
Perfect.
Beautiful.
Of all the people to show up, of all the people to make their presence known, no one could have made it more ironically entertaining than Kaien Shiba was about to. It was too bad that he was so late and that he had come directly after Aizen's imminent arrival. Too bad. Maybe then, maybe that way, he would have known, he would have had his suspicions, and he would have stayed as far away from the former captain as possible. But he had his claws out now, and he was so close, close, and he would rip into the trembling existence that rendered him to the pathetic state he was in now.
Death, it was funny that way. The mind seemed to work so slowly, had such a hard time recovering, after its failure to force the still heart in a cold chest to beat again. Perhaps it was nothing less than what it deserved. Perhaps it was the only just punishment that it could receive for such treachery, such a betrayal to life and light and all things that breathed and did not repel the sun from beneath soft skin stretched across brittle bones.
And it was all the better for him, anyway.
He had been more than delighted to meet with Kaien, more than delighted to see him in person. This was different from any other meeting; this was different from any other conversation he had had with any other person within the city.
After all, what did he know?
Nothing. Perfect. His ignorance was lovely and warm, soft, different from the hard knowledge of the other shinigami. Kaien, Kaien, Kaien. He was perfect.
It was all so fucking perfect. Flawless.
Yes. It was different because of his lack of understanding. It was different because what he didn't know was, eventually, the wall he would go barreling into when he stepped within Aizen's limits, within his boundaries.
But it was also different because it wasn't just a conversation.
It was a termination.
Deadly, deadly, beautiful, angry perfection, and how it glared at him from behind eyes carved from granite stone. How it seethed when he was near, and how it loathed when he touched it, when he pulled it close, when he kept it. Truth was, Aizen knew very well he couldn't hold his secret of being the strong and redeemable captain for very long. Even if he managed to keep it for a day or so, maybe longer, he would find out, and then the opening would be gone. The chance would no longer exist, and he could not allow that. It's why he had to move fast, quick, quicker than Kuchiki, to get to Kaien.
And he had. He won this part, and he would continue pushing all the knights and pawns from the chess table as he worked his way to the grand master of every single fucking thing that he desired. Choke, pull, tug, and he would have it, and blood was no matter, and this was victory.
So, he waited. Patiently. Calmly. With one hand resting limply on the hilt to his katana as he gazed out into the eerie pit of blackness that stretched on before him. He waited, alone. No arrancar by his side. No Gin. They weren't needed - not at this point. Kaien, well - he would be easy.
Winners (murderers and traitors and villains) never lose.
When: right after this.
Where: near the city gates. AWAY FROM ALL OTHER CIVILIZATION LOL. HINTHINT.
Rating: PG-13; subject to change.
Warnings: Aizen. Naïve Kaien. Probable violence.
Summary: Uh, Aizen is a complete and total douchebag, and Kaien shows up at exactly the right time to fit his cute little way into his master plan that involves a lot of really mean, naughty things. Poor boy. He never stood a chance. ♥
Perfect.
Beautiful.
Of all the people to show up, of all the people to make their presence known, no one could have made it more ironically entertaining than Kaien Shiba was about to. It was too bad that he was so late and that he had come directly after Aizen's imminent arrival. Too bad. Maybe then, maybe that way, he would have known, he would have had his suspicions, and he would have stayed as far away from the former captain as possible. But he had his claws out now, and he was so close, close, and he would rip into the trembling existence that rendered him to the pathetic state he was in now.
Death, it was funny that way. The mind seemed to work so slowly, had such a hard time recovering, after its failure to force the still heart in a cold chest to beat again. Perhaps it was nothing less than what it deserved. Perhaps it was the only just punishment that it could receive for such treachery, such a betrayal to life and light and all things that breathed and did not repel the sun from beneath soft skin stretched across brittle bones.
And it was all the better for him, anyway.
He had been more than delighted to meet with Kaien, more than delighted to see him in person. This was different from any other meeting; this was different from any other conversation he had had with any other person within the city.
After all, what did he know?
Nothing. Perfect. His ignorance was lovely and warm, soft, different from the hard knowledge of the other shinigami. Kaien, Kaien, Kaien. He was perfect.
It was all so fucking perfect. Flawless.
Yes. It was different because of his lack of understanding. It was different because what he didn't know was, eventually, the wall he would go barreling into when he stepped within Aizen's limits, within his boundaries.
But it was also different because it wasn't just a conversation.
It was a termination.
Deadly, deadly, beautiful, angry perfection, and how it glared at him from behind eyes carved from granite stone. How it seethed when he was near, and how it loathed when he touched it, when he pulled it close, when he kept it. Truth was, Aizen knew very well he couldn't hold his secret of being the strong and redeemable captain for very long. Even if he managed to keep it for a day or so, maybe longer, he would find out, and then the opening would be gone. The chance would no longer exist, and he could not allow that. It's why he had to move fast, quick, quicker than Kuchiki, to get to Kaien.
And he had. He won this part, and he would continue pushing all the knights and pawns from the chess table as he worked his way to the grand master of every single fucking thing that he desired. Choke, pull, tug, and he would have it, and blood was no matter, and this was victory.
So, he waited. Patiently. Calmly. With one hand resting limply on the hilt to his katana as he gazed out into the eerie pit of blackness that stretched on before him. He waited, alone. No arrancar by his side. No Gin. They weren't needed - not at this point. Kaien, well - he would be easy.
Winners (murderers and traitors and villains) never lose.