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“Edgy? Well, I’m afraid that’s an inevitable token with your presence. Last I heard, you were enjoying the sights of a prison cell.”
She paused as she examined said building, but nodded. “Yes, I suppose it is.”
“And the last I heard, you Zanpakuto spirits were being rounded up like cattle for betrayal as well, were you not?” Aizen maintained a lack of eye contact, rather, gazing skyward at the immense alabaster entity of the Seireitei. His response wasn’t cold, bitter, nor callous — he spoke in a mocking manner, a mixture of facetious and superiority.
“Though, you shouldn’t quarrel over those details. I often wonder who had the idea to build this. It’s truly a splendour, and it might comfort you to know that as you and your master lay helpless upon the ground, I had no intentions of reducing this to rubble.”
I honestly tried to keep my head from dipping down into my chest. I wanted to understand, I wanted to be a better lieutenant, and everything I learned was a step towards that goal.
Too bad Taichou’s soft voice, the candlelight, and the comfy chairs all made trying to stay awake impossible.
At first, I would only nod off for a couple of seconds and miss the end of a sentence, and I’d shake myself awake. I’d last a couple more minutes, and then nod off again. We were in the middle of talking about I should have done the spells… weren’t we?
The chairs… really were comfy…
I hoped Taichou… wouldn’t be mad… falling asleep in the middle of a lesson was rude, wasn’t it?
Aizen’s gaze flicked towards his student, catching the nod of her eyelids. The slightest of smiles gathered at his lips, laughing lightly at her collapse into slumber. Placing a bookmark at he beginning of the chapter, he folded the spine over and closed the specialist book.
“I suppose our lesson is over then,” he mused with acquiescence. “We’ll try it again tomorrow. Don’t worry, Momo — I knew.” He swept his hand around, and kept his voice low and soporific so as to maintain her sleep. He gathered his Captain’s haori, cushioning her in its embrace. It was draped over her like a blanket, nestling the Lieutenant in its warmth.
Aizen himself was unable to sleep; he had been for quite some time now. What little he gathered was in between stages of thought. He spent many hours of his time planning and plotting for his own selfish gains; having acquired a post of supreme power within the Gotei 13, he looked to finish his work. This adoring Lieutenant of his allowed him to her weaknesses, with he himself knowingly being one of them. It was only a matter of time now, until he disposed of her and threw her to the winds.
(Source: illusionary-deity)
“And to what do I owe this visit, Aizen Sousuke?”
“Oh, nothing in particular. There’s no need to seem so edgy. I’m simply enjoying the sights of the Seireitei. It’s a magnificent building, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Welcome, Ulquiorra. It’s been some time, has it not?”
Turning his indifferent gaze back towards his master, Ulquiorra dipped his head as if to bow.
“Yes, Aizen-sama. Forgive me. The reconnaissance mission took longer than anticipated, but I have returned.”
Aizen rested comfortably within his throne, overlooking the subservient Espada with a hint of mild amusement at the suggestion he ought reprimand quite possibly his most devoted servant.
“And what am I forgiving, my dear Cuatra? You obeyed my orders, and gathered the intelligence we required. You have done me a service, and there is no need to forgive you for trifling details such as time. Defeating Soul Society will commence when I say so, therefore we don’t need to worry about those petty things.”
“Welcome, Ulquiorra. It’s been some time, has it not?”
captain-nonchalant sent: " Why hello there, Aizen-san "Aizen relaxed in his chair, inhaling the scents that came his way. His eyes were closed, as if in a pensive state.
“You could have spared me more expensive wines, Kyouraku-taichou.” Aizen noted, picking up on the sense of the type of cheap sake that the elder Captain had resorted to drinking. “Wherever have your keen tastes wasted away to, I wonder?”
“That’s a shame. I mean if you’re going to be stuck there for a long while, may as well make it semi-comfortable. But I suppose that’d be too nice, ne?”
She remained stationary overall, occasionally swaying her weight from one foot to another, or inclining her head a different direction to inspect the confining darkness with intense interest. Although she vaguely wondered if he’d grown used to such an environment yet, best not too voice such. After all, she may even come off as concerned.
“Keys and locks, you say?” Riruka pondered. “You make me sound like a magnificient puzzle.”
“All beings are puzzles,” Aizen calmly responded, declaring his disinterest in disassembling her mind and past. “Rather, pieces of a grander jigsaw which requires more thought and awareness of existence, beyond their trifling imaginations. Each piece requires careful placing, in not to upset the balance, and to secure their destined relationships with the others. While those that are closest to others are the most snug and relaxed, they are all parts of the same scale.”
He glanced towards her, eyes that could quite enough be mistaken for bloodied maroon beneath the dark shades of the monolithic shadows of the prison walls. He was more nerve-wracking here, perhaps more than if he were in the glory days of his power. It was the threat he posed of escaping, breaking free. The uncertainty that lay with him; whether his life here was fleeting and temporary until the next stage of his arduously complex strategy came to life. She was just another pawn, a tool which wasted away the ticks of the clock until he was reborn.
“I’d suggest you think on your place in this puzzle, Riruka Dokugamine. You are by no means special or unique, not in this vast board I’ve maintained so thoroughly. Magnificent is the curse of it; you are not, but the board is. Tell me, what is your role in this game of ours? I’ve long since been imprisoned here, so you cannot come to tell me you intend to stow me away, much as you did that poor boy all those years ago.”
Hiyori listened. This was a rare thing for her. She tried to take his useless suggestions into account, but that would no longer make her her own person. Hiyori stood still as if she were frozen. Hiyori raised a brow, frowning upon his
royal highness. She had no respect for him whatsoever - she despised him. Yet she knew, if she wanted to survive, she had to play along. Would she?“Oh, excuse me, yer royal highness..”
Hiyori spoke mockingly in a sarcastic tone. She was teasing him. A somewhat psychotic laugh escaped her rose red lips. She waited for his response to the disrespect.
“Give me another chance? Hahaha - I ain’ scared of ya’, Aizen. It could be disappointing, yet I doubt ya care.” This time, and in this situation only, she refrained from using any insult. She knew he was being serious, however, that still didn’t cease to scare her even the slightest. Hiyori continued to laugh at his foolish remark.
Aizen tilted his head at her replies, obviously amused by her cockiness. He kept the same expression of superiority and goading in those shimmering eyes of his, not in the least interrupted by her attempts of smart thinking. This was Hiyori, after all — a character who was foolish herself enough to have walked into a guillotine just through his verbal taunts alone. He didn’t grant her a response to her disrespect, and merely discarded it to further draw her into a net of frustration.
“Now, who mentioned fear? I hope this isn’t a subconscious act. After all, you think that if you don’t play along with my words, you’ll face death again, am I correct? The cautious language, too. Would I be right in thinking that you’re avoiding a confrontation directly, since you understand its futility?”
He secured a smirk, allowing for some time before he finished his verbal parry. More of an incision, triggering her reply.
“Good girl,” Aizen rewarded cruelly, mockingly.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Twitchy, not many people would be too happy about that. But it does look mighty uncomfortable.” She tapped her chin once, a coy smirk forming on her lips.
“Most assuredly it is.” He spoke with a rumble of power, even still despite the firm wraps of imprisoning blackness that coiled around him. An eye, singular and free to observe the outside world, clasped a hold of the girl. The iris of warm chocolate glutted with menace and guile. “Uncomfortable for us both, I imagine, when the memories of your youth flood back. From what I hear, you, keys and locks share an intimate past.”
That which he spoke was the genesis of her Fullbring; the lost love experienced even before her age reached double digits. He had been shadowed away down here for months, yet information slowly and casually reached his ears, should it be through the chit-chat of the guards, updates left by their superiors, or through sheer anticipation of his plans falling through.
