The crew often speculated when their captain's sleeping hours were. One sect strongly believed that everytime his eyes closed due to the intensity of his smile, he dozed for a few moments and essentially power-napped through the day. Others guessed that he slumbered normally, but still with his persistent grin. The real answer, however, was much simpler: Gin slept when he wished
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There was no reaction. Seated in the corner, the shadows of the room seemed to wrap around Aizen's stern figure, his peering eyes staring at nothing. His smile - his real smile - was well placed, reflecting his arrogance, his security. It was as if upon his lips, there was a giant neon sign that read, “Don't fuck with me.”
“Gin.” His voice was soft, a faint whisper. It was then that he finally looked up, just barely, to stare at his comrade. “Having fun, I hope.” Small talk was pointless, and he already knew Gin's answer. He continued to speak without pause.
“Hanatarou and Kon. Who would have thought they'd be on the same ship as us?” Aizen sank deeper into his chair, crossing his legs casually. For such an uncomfortable chair, Aizen looked at ease. “Though, it appears you've already scared off our poor medic. Ah, it's no matter. You manipulated his circuitry, I'm guessing.” It, of course, wasn't really a guess.
Gin remained silent until he had finished his rhetorical questioning, hand resting idly on the hilt of his sword protruding from his belt. Years with the Confederation had taught hiim how to be casual with his sword; this had become his favourite resting position and it was always an effort not to revert to it in the presence of others.
"Who woulda thought. Two runaway science projects," Gin answered easily, tilting his head back in mirth. "Y'know, the Confederation's been pretty lax lately if they're lettin' all these guys skidaddle like this."
He wandered to the only other open seat within the cabin and sat himself, a collected, organised pile of thin limbs and pale skin.
"You manipulated his circuitry, I'm guessing.”"Sure did, buddy. An' it's not like he's gonna be gone for long. As much as he's gonna like it over there, he ain't gonna go nowhere without fillin' in a proper request. Which'll be rejected." He steepled his fingers. "The thing with the three-thousand-two-hundred series - y'know, the specimen numbers? - is that
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“His lips certainly did seem sealed.” His smile faded to a more serious expression, taking off his glasses. It was a wonder, how two pieces of glass in a metal frame had such a psychological impact - his intellectual look made him appear far more trustworthy. “I was rather surprised. I had expected him to come running to me. Sanctuary from the insane Captain
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"Ya can't win everyone's hearts right away, Aizen. That kinda stuff takes a li'l' time. An' I don't think he really gets what happened. I mean, he was really outta his box. Those pills ya gave me...." Gin released a low whistle, shaking his head at the memory of Hanatarou's reaction to the hallucinogen.
"I dunno what he can do for us on Future 7. I mean, there are plenty o' ways he can dick 'round if we wanted him to..." The idea alone brought endless amusement. "Kuchiki's li'l' sister's a cute one, huh? I been meanin' to fix a meetin'."
He considered Aizen's assessment of Kon and though he didn't show it, found it quite odd that Aizen should find manipulating anyone to be too much work. Gin's interaction with Kon had been minimal, though from what he saw, the creature wasn't the marvel of modern science that he had expected.
"I'm sure he can serve my needs. I got a lot of 'em, y'know. I think he's gonna be on Future 7 with our boy."
"Those pills, despite their effects, are the weakest blend. Though effective when used on someone like Hanatarou." He slouched forward, resting an elbow upon his knee, holding his head up by the chin. His fingers casually traced along his smile
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Gin inclined his head, hand clasped over his smiling lips as he considered the possibilities churning in his head. Aizen had always been good to him as a superior, a friend, and a mentor. Unlike the foster homes and even Rangiku, he encouraged Gin to act on the urges he had been forced to suppress all his life. Living within confederation quarters restricted him as well; victims were not victims unless they were weak and most Confederation members were not. Open space finally afforded Gin the freedom he had always wanted.
"Where are my restrictions as far as the Kuchiki kid goes?" He asked thoughtfully through parted fingers. "I think everyone in Future 7 is obsessed with her in some way. I can kinda see why."
"I expect no complications. Have your fun, the time will come eventually."
"No complications. C'mon, Aizen. I know what I'm doin'. Besides, I'm not hidin' behind all the masks you are."
Gin nodded at his friend's last sentence, raising silver brows.
“No physical harm.” Aizen answered bluntly. Gin had his complete trust, knowing with those words Rukia's protection was ensured. For now, at least. Gin was, in many ways, the perfect subordinate. The perfect accomplice for their galactic game of chess. “We need to use that obsession to fuel the upcoming conflict.”
He closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a moment. “Give it two weeks. I'm sure the crew will grow attached - too attached. They make it too easy to attach the strings. All we need to do is set the stage, then perform our puppet show.” He opened his eyes with a newfound resolve, an absolute confidence shining in that menacing gaze.
“No doubt you'll encounter Kurosaki. He's all grown up. Treat him well, won't you?” A hint of sarcasm in his tone, although nothing in comparison to Gin's typical voice. His minuscule history with Kurosaki Ichigo, a random, meaningless event, still stuck within Aizen's memory. He never forgot a name.
“Don't it just suck when people don't die?”“Indeed.” He was silent for a moment,
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Puppet show. Aizen really did have a way with words. Gin saw it more as a domino effect; they would set up the pieces, perform one action, and the dominoes would collapse on their own. Still, Gin had every intention of stepping in every so often to stimulate the conflict. He did not know why Aizen was so hell bent on destruction, nor had he ever asked. He had his own reasons to deal with
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The Hougyoku. The final piece of the puzzle. Aizen became suddenly alert, tilting his head to stare up towards Gin. “I've heard two conflicting stories. One sounds completely far fetched, the other more plausible.” A shrug accompanied the words, crossing his legs. “Kisuke would know. Though, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to get him to reveal his knowledge.”
Silent for a moment, he chimed in, “Without force, that is.” Urahara was the only man in the galaxy that Aizen would admit to having an equal, if not superior, intelligence. Despite their conflicting views, Aizen respected him - secretly, that is. “He was a school mate. I'm somewhat excited, really.”
He was surprisingly open, smiling softly to himself, glancing off to the side. It was imperative that Aizen find the Hougyoku. Kisuke was seemingly the only way to find out. “He's like me. An extremely entertaining rival.”
"If ya say so, sir. I really don' think he's the kinda guy t'see anyone as a rival," He scratched his head and wondered over the rumours he had heard himself. They all seemed so unlikely, but often the strangest of stories was the truest. People simply didn't have enough imagination to concoct some of the tales he'd heard.
"I'unno. I heard a few differen' stories from a few differen' parts o' the galaxy, but it's impossible t'tell who t'believe at this point, huh? Maybe that's where our friend Hanatarou can come in."
Gin shrugged and turned, padding toward the door on eerily quiet feet. Not even his jacket made noise as it billowed across vents. He paused before he reached the door.
"Anyway, you can think 'bout that, almighty boss. I got complete faith in your magic. Now, if ya will excuse me, I got a few arrangements to make for Future 7."
The door opened. He stepped through the threshold and turned to wave at Aizen until the door slowly closed on his cheshire cat smile.
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“Gin.” His voice was soft, a faint whisper. It was then that he finally looked up, just barely, to stare at his comrade. “Having fun, I hope.” Small talk was pointless, and he already knew Gin's answer. He continued to speak without pause.
“Hanatarou and Kon. Who would have thought they'd be on the same ship as us?” Aizen sank deeper into his chair, crossing his legs casually. For such an uncomfortable chair, Aizen looked at ease. “Though, it appears you've already scared off our poor medic. Ah, it's no matter. You manipulated his circuitry, I'm guessing.” It, of course, wasn't really a guess.
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"Who woulda thought. Two runaway science projects," Gin answered easily, tilting his head back in mirth. "Y'know, the Confederation's been pretty lax lately if they're lettin' all these guys skidaddle like this."
He wandered to the only other open seat within the cabin and sat himself, a collected, organised pile of thin limbs and pale skin.
"You manipulated his circuitry, I'm guessing.”"Sure did, buddy. An' it's not like he's gonna be gone for long. As much as he's gonna like it over there, he ain't gonna go nowhere without fillin' in a proper request. Which'll be rejected." He steepled his fingers. "The thing with the three-thousand-two-hundred series - y'know, the specimen numbers? - is that ( ... )
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"I dunno what he can do for us on Future 7. I mean, there are plenty o' ways he can dick 'round if we wanted him to..." The idea alone brought endless amusement. "Kuchiki's li'l' sister's a cute one, huh? I been meanin' to fix a meetin'."
He considered Aizen's assessment of Kon and though he didn't show it, found it quite odd that Aizen should find manipulating anyone to be too much work. Gin's interaction with Kon had been minimal, though from what he saw, the creature wasn't the marvel of modern science that he had expected.
"I'm sure he can serve my needs. I got a lot of 'em, y'know. I think he's gonna be on Future 7 with our boy."
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"Where are my restrictions as far as the Kuchiki kid goes?" He asked thoughtfully through parted fingers. "I think everyone in Future 7 is obsessed with her in some way. I can kinda see why."
"I expect no complications. Have your fun, the time will come eventually."
"No complications. C'mon, Aizen. I know what I'm doin'. Besides, I'm not hidin' behind all the masks you are."
Gin nodded at his friend's last sentence, raising silver brows.
"Don't it just suck when people don't die?"
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He closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a moment. “Give it two weeks. I'm sure the crew will grow attached - too attached. They make it too easy to attach the strings. All we need to do is set the stage, then perform our puppet show.” He opened his eyes with a newfound resolve, an absolute confidence shining in that menacing gaze.
“No doubt you'll encounter Kurosaki. He's all grown up. Treat him well, won't you?” A hint of sarcasm in his tone, although nothing in comparison to Gin's typical voice. His minuscule history with Kurosaki Ichigo, a random, meaningless event, still stuck within Aizen's memory. He never forgot a name.
“Don't it just suck when people don't die?”“Indeed.” He was silent for a moment, ( ... )
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Silent for a moment, he chimed in, “Without force, that is.” Urahara was the only man in the galaxy that Aizen would admit to having an equal, if not superior, intelligence. Despite their conflicting views, Aizen respected him - secretly, that is. “He was a school mate. I'm somewhat excited, really.”
He was surprisingly open, smiling softly to himself, glancing off to the side. It was imperative that Aizen find the Hougyoku. Kisuke was seemingly the only way to find out. “He's like me. An extremely entertaining rival.”
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"I'unno. I heard a few differen' stories from a few differen' parts o' the galaxy, but it's impossible t'tell who t'believe at this point, huh? Maybe that's where our friend Hanatarou can come in."
Gin shrugged and turned, padding toward the door on eerily quiet feet. Not even his jacket made noise as it billowed across vents. He paused before he reached the door.
"Anyway, you can think 'bout that, almighty boss. I got complete faith in your magic. Now, if ya will excuse me, I got a few arrangements to make for Future 7."
The door opened. He stepped through the threshold and turned to wave at Aizen until the door slowly closed on his cheshire cat smile.
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