Break Bee
Break Bee
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!
Part: 9 of ?
Word Count: 1411
Everybody has to start somewhere, even Aizen Souske and Aizen Souske started at the Academy. No one was ever sure where he came from. He was so polite, so refined, that many suspected that he had been born and breed in Seireitei. Yet who had been born and breed in Seireitei couldn’t place Aizen Souske. Some did indeed claim to have vague memory of someone fitting Aizen’s description living near them but the memory would fade the more they tried to grasp on to them. It was like a dream that you had the distinct impression of having but couldn’t recall in details and which faded the more you tried to focus on it.
Only she knew the truth and the fact that she knew the truth was a source of great terror for her. For she knew what Aizen was like, behind his gentle mask. “I would never hurt you, my love,” Aizen often tell her, “Who would I talk to if you were dead,” he wondered, “Everybody needs somebody to talk to.”
“Don’t take me for a fool, Souske,” she would chide, “I know what you want.”
“Do you?” wondered Aizen.
“I am a Fon. My father might have been disgraced and thrown out of the clan for failing to make it into the Omnitsukido and my mother might have been some fool with lots of reiatsu but little intelligence from Rukongai but I am a Fon. The disgusting oaf who is the head of the Fon clan has accepted me back into the clan because of my potential. I am well on my way to proving myself a true Fon and once I do, I will be taught secret techniques only known to the Fon clan. That’s why you pretend to love me.”
Aizen would laugh at her insight and say sweetly, “My dear, it is because you know me so well that I do really love you. But worry not. I am doing my best to cast away these kinds of needless emotion. There will no doubt come a time when I would be able to cut you in half as easily as I can any of these fools. Break your pretty little limbs without feeling an ounce of remorse but I am afraid I am not there yet.”
“Souske... don’t take this the wrong way, I am not saying this because I am afraid that you will one day kill me,” she told him once, after they had exchanged their customary banter which started with her proclaiming how dangerous it was to be the lover of Aizen Souske and know his true face and secrets, that usually prompted Aizen to assure her that he was still experiencing something like love for her but doing his best to get over it, “I mean,” she continued, “Not that I am not afraid. I am I knew your true face when I got into bed with you the first time and I have always been afraid of you but lately, lately I have become afraid for you.”
“Whatever do you mean?” wondered Aizen.
“I mean... I am afraid that you’ll lose yourself in your quest and be controlled by your ambitions to the point that it’ll cause your death,” she owned, “Everybody should have something that reminds them of who they are. But you want to cast away everything about you, designating them your shinigami self in your quest to be surpass your limit. I don’t... I don’t know if...”
Aizen had laughed, “Do not worry about such foolishness. The moment you speak of is decades, if not centuries away. It is unlikely that you’ll be with me for that long. So do not worry about such things now. You and I, have such little time together before I conquer the silly emotion that binds us together.”
She had given-up trying to explain it to him. Afterall, she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t understand the value of something like the heart.
Lady Fon jerked awake from her dream, her rather nostalgic dream. Shortly after that incident, the head of her clan had sent her a proposal of marriage. The proposal had been worded carefully and made it clear that she didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter. Aizen had been delighted because as “Lady Fon”, she would learn secrets of the clan she would have access to as an ordinary member. If he regretted losing her even a little, she didn’t show it. She had been hurt. Even though she knew that in the grand scheme of things she meant little to him, she had been hurt. But she still played her part in his plans. Handed him Fon clan secrets and even, certain Fon clan members whom she wanted out of the way and who Aizen could use for his experimentation.
Some of it she had done out of love. Yes she had loved Aizen Souske, despite knowing him as well as it was possible for anyone to know Aizen. However, most of it had been done out of selfish greed. Two things she had gotten from Aizen that still she possessed to this day. Tomorrow, she would use one of them to get rid of the annoyance that was Kira Izuru.
“I would go visit her a lot,” said Soifon as she sat cradling a cup of tea that she was holding for the sake of holding, “After my brothers died. I was filled with sorrow and shame. Sorrow at the loss of my brothers, shame that they weren’t strong enough. I was also filled with doubt. Doubt that I wasn’t good enough. Doubt that I would not be able to be of use to Yoruichi-sama. I... I was so pathetic back then.”
“Soifon...” whispered Kira but couldn’t find anything else to say.
“But she had confidence in me even when I did not. She said that it all came down to nature and nurture. She said that I had been blessed by nature in a way my brothers had not. She said I was different. I had the potential to be a diamond when they were destined to just remain coals. But, she said, coal doesn’t turn into diamond without effort and the Fon clan had done all it can to nurture me so that could become a diamond. The rest, she said, was upto me but she assured me that if I wanted, I could be a diamond. That why... that’s why she gave me her codename,” Soifon sobbed, “It was the greatest gift she could have given me and it gave me the will to strive to be worthy to bear that name! I thought I was doing well, especially since Yoruichi-sama had choosen me to be in her personal guard. I was happy. I was proud and then... Yoruichi-sama followed that man into exile! I was devastated and at first, my anger didn’t have a direction. I kept wondering why, why Yoruichi-sama did what she did. Why she didn’t take me with her. I was so pathetic! I am ashamed just remembering how pathetic I was back then.”
“Soifon,” Kira whispered again.
“She told me that the only person who could give me the answers I sought was Yoruichi-sama herself. I realised the truth and that’s when I decided that I was going to become stronger then Yoruichi-sama, take-up all that she had left behind and then bring her back to Soul Society with my own two hands and drag out of her all the answers to my questions! Once again, once again she had helped me see the light...” Soifon closed her eyes, “Who am I going to turn to now,” she wondered, “When things get so dark that I can’t see the light?”
“You can turn to me,” offered Kira gently, “I am not saying I can be as bright as the elder Soifon. She was afterall an extraordinary woman. I might be just a candle when she’s a blazing hearth but I would... I would...” Kira trailed off and Soifon put down her cup and moved to cuddle into him.
“A candle is good enough,” she whispered, “To drive away the darkness and I am glad to have my candle, especially now that I have lost my blazing hearth.”
Author’s note: Well that turned out sappier then I intended. A well.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!
Part: 9 of ?
Word Count: 1411
Everybody has to start somewhere, even Aizen Souske and Aizen Souske started at the Academy. No one was ever sure where he came from. He was so polite, so refined, that many suspected that he had been born and breed in Seireitei. Yet who had been born and breed in Seireitei couldn’t place Aizen Souske. Some did indeed claim to have vague memory of someone fitting Aizen’s description living near them but the memory would fade the more they tried to grasp on to them. It was like a dream that you had the distinct impression of having but couldn’t recall in details and which faded the more you tried to focus on it.
Only she knew the truth and the fact that she knew the truth was a source of great terror for her. For she knew what Aizen was like, behind his gentle mask. “I would never hurt you, my love,” Aizen often tell her, “Who would I talk to if you were dead,” he wondered, “Everybody needs somebody to talk to.”
“Don’t take me for a fool, Souske,” she would chide, “I know what you want.”
“Do you?” wondered Aizen.
“I am a Fon. My father might have been disgraced and thrown out of the clan for failing to make it into the Omnitsukido and my mother might have been some fool with lots of reiatsu but little intelligence from Rukongai but I am a Fon. The disgusting oaf who is the head of the Fon clan has accepted me back into the clan because of my potential. I am well on my way to proving myself a true Fon and once I do, I will be taught secret techniques only known to the Fon clan. That’s why you pretend to love me.”
Aizen would laugh at her insight and say sweetly, “My dear, it is because you know me so well that I do really love you. But worry not. I am doing my best to cast away these kinds of needless emotion. There will no doubt come a time when I would be able to cut you in half as easily as I can any of these fools. Break your pretty little limbs without feeling an ounce of remorse but I am afraid I am not there yet.”
“Souske... don’t take this the wrong way, I am not saying this because I am afraid that you will one day kill me,” she told him once, after they had exchanged their customary banter which started with her proclaiming how dangerous it was to be the lover of Aizen Souske and know his true face and secrets, that usually prompted Aizen to assure her that he was still experiencing something like love for her but doing his best to get over it, “I mean,” she continued, “Not that I am not afraid. I am I knew your true face when I got into bed with you the first time and I have always been afraid of you but lately, lately I have become afraid for you.”
“Whatever do you mean?” wondered Aizen.
“I mean... I am afraid that you’ll lose yourself in your quest and be controlled by your ambitions to the point that it’ll cause your death,” she owned, “Everybody should have something that reminds them of who they are. But you want to cast away everything about you, designating them your shinigami self in your quest to be surpass your limit. I don’t... I don’t know if...”
Aizen had laughed, “Do not worry about such foolishness. The moment you speak of is decades, if not centuries away. It is unlikely that you’ll be with me for that long. So do not worry about such things now. You and I, have such little time together before I conquer the silly emotion that binds us together.”
She had given-up trying to explain it to him. Afterall, she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t understand the value of something like the heart.
Lady Fon jerked awake from her dream, her rather nostalgic dream. Shortly after that incident, the head of her clan had sent her a proposal of marriage. The proposal had been worded carefully and made it clear that she didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter. Aizen had been delighted because as “Lady Fon”, she would learn secrets of the clan she would have access to as an ordinary member. If he regretted losing her even a little, she didn’t show it. She had been hurt. Even though she knew that in the grand scheme of things she meant little to him, she had been hurt. But she still played her part in his plans. Handed him Fon clan secrets and even, certain Fon clan members whom she wanted out of the way and who Aizen could use for his experimentation.
Some of it she had done out of love. Yes she had loved Aizen Souske, despite knowing him as well as it was possible for anyone to know Aizen. However, most of it had been done out of selfish greed. Two things she had gotten from Aizen that still she possessed to this day. Tomorrow, she would use one of them to get rid of the annoyance that was Kira Izuru.
“I would go visit her a lot,” said Soifon as she sat cradling a cup of tea that she was holding for the sake of holding, “After my brothers died. I was filled with sorrow and shame. Sorrow at the loss of my brothers, shame that they weren’t strong enough. I was also filled with doubt. Doubt that I wasn’t good enough. Doubt that I would not be able to be of use to Yoruichi-sama. I... I was so pathetic back then.”
“Soifon...” whispered Kira but couldn’t find anything else to say.
“But she had confidence in me even when I did not. She said that it all came down to nature and nurture. She said that I had been blessed by nature in a way my brothers had not. She said I was different. I had the potential to be a diamond when they were destined to just remain coals. But, she said, coal doesn’t turn into diamond without effort and the Fon clan had done all it can to nurture me so that could become a diamond. The rest, she said, was upto me but she assured me that if I wanted, I could be a diamond. That why... that’s why she gave me her codename,” Soifon sobbed, “It was the greatest gift she could have given me and it gave me the will to strive to be worthy to bear that name! I thought I was doing well, especially since Yoruichi-sama had choosen me to be in her personal guard. I was happy. I was proud and then... Yoruichi-sama followed that man into exile! I was devastated and at first, my anger didn’t have a direction. I kept wondering why, why Yoruichi-sama did what she did. Why she didn’t take me with her. I was so pathetic! I am ashamed just remembering how pathetic I was back then.”
“Soifon,” Kira whispered again.
“She told me that the only person who could give me the answers I sought was Yoruichi-sama herself. I realised the truth and that’s when I decided that I was going to become stronger then Yoruichi-sama, take-up all that she had left behind and then bring her back to Soul Society with my own two hands and drag out of her all the answers to my questions! Once again, once again she had helped me see the light...” Soifon closed her eyes, “Who am I going to turn to now,” she wondered, “When things get so dark that I can’t see the light?”
“You can turn to me,” offered Kira gently, “I am not saying I can be as bright as the elder Soifon. She was afterall an extraordinary woman. I might be just a candle when she’s a blazing hearth but I would... I would...” Kira trailed off and Soifon put down her cup and moved to cuddle into him.
“A candle is good enough,” she whispered, “To drive away the darkness and I am glad to have my candle, especially now that I have lost my blazing hearth.”
Author’s note: Well that turned out sappier then I intended. A well.