Mistletoe Kisses'08 - Chapter 04
[Title]:Mistletoe Kisses'08 - Chapter 04
[Characters]: Aizen Sousuke and Ichimaru Gin. Mentions of some of the Espada and a few Shinigami.
[Word Count]: 760 words
[Finished]: 07.January.2009
[Beta]: ginyanote
[Warnings]: None
[Notes]: Aizen musings about Kaien, Ukitake and Shunsui are not canon. They're a little bunny-plot of mine from another fic I'm working on: " Threads of Different Yarns"
[Rating]: PG
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
Aizen Sousuke watched from his throne with mild boredom, as his creations raised havoc throughout the hall.
This Christmas party wasn't going so well.
It irked him that they couldn't understand the simple concept of fraternizing without mayhem and destruction.
Had this been Soul Society, they would be calmly talking and enjoying the sake, eggnog, Christmas-y treats and sweets.
This being Hueco Mundo...
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra had attached themselves to each other and weren't letting go anytime soon - what was unusual this time? - though they were at each other's throats, it wasn't in a killing sort of way, but almost like they couldn't help but hold on. They usually kept that in private. And Szayel's approach served only to have them push even closer and tighter together.
Szayel! As the scientist he was, he sampled and probed and researched every Hollow in the room. Almost every Hollow, as vain, egocentric and brilliant as Szayel was, he kept his lips from the not so attractive ones, the not so strong ones and the ones he already had sampled and catalogued previously. Aizen was well aware when he dared look his way, hoping to get him under the mistletoe, but Aizen was also well aware that Szayel would take more than a kiss, and was not up to being a lab rat to one of his creations.
A few of them were nearly behaving like one ought to at such a gathering; Barragan and his Fraccións were idly speaking with Yammi and Zommari over cups of some beverage. Halibel, her Fraccións and a few other female Hollows eyed the mistletoe with expressions between bored and excited, some darting a few glances around the room toward approaching Hollows that could be lured under the festive foliage.
Wonderweiss, in his expected light-mind was blowing out fuses, keeping himself and Tousen entertained.
Stark was acting as his old self, lounging and looking typically bored hardly interested by Szayel's kiss or
Aaroniero sauntering around the room wearing Shiba Kaien's gorgeous face.
Then again, it all only proved that he had made them just perfect for his goal.
"Missing Soul Society, Aizen-sama?" Gin asked from his preferred place, at Aizen's side.
"Hmm..."
"Perhaps a black-haired, noble Shinigami?
Aizen smirked as he rested his head on the palm of his hand, a finger tapping his cheek thoughtfully. Too rule abiding and honourable to bother pursuing, though all that rigidity had to have a outlet somewhere...
...it could have been interesting. Senbonzakura could have been a valuable addition to his army.
"Or a white-haired Quincy?"
Gin had the strangest ideas; then again from what he knew of the eldest, former Quincy, he too could be a welcome option to his forces, if only as a plaything for Aizen. His son also seemed interesting.
"Or then again, a set of twin zanpakutou wielders?"
He hadn't thought of them in a long time - Kyouraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jyuushiro - always together and nearly unreachable. Aizen had never been able to explore their weakness, garner their power or even set them apart.
Except that one time, and it had been a complete fluke; who'd thought losing a fukutaichou would put such a strain on Kyouraku Shunsui that not even Ukitake Jyuushiro could have been able to aid? No he didn't miss them, but those were good times, even if neither of them had turned to him in the end. Kyouraku had sought refuge in sake and bespectacled little girls, and Ukitake had turned to fellow Shinigami, both young Kuchiki Byakuya and loyal Shiba Kaien.
Ah, yes! Shiba Kaien! Too loyal to be an instrument in Aizen's machinations, but so easily manipulated when his loved ones were in mortal peril. His first piece of the Arrancar puzzle, of course Gin and Tousen had been well under his crown when he had snagged him right from under their zanpakutou, all drama and tears. Worth every dull moment of their histrionics, just to see what their reaction would be.
"No, no particular interest in any of those Shinigami," he finally answered.
And in an atypical show of emotion, he held Gin's hand in his own.
"I find it more interesting to watch their reaction, when antagonised and pushed to confrontation. It seems to me though, that you are the one eager to return. Perhaps a certain blond fukutaichou? Or two?"
Gin's hand shook in his with anticipation, gripping harder.
"Yeh. Let's go crash that party. It'll be fun!"
Aizen rose from his throne and addressed his creations.
"My Hollows, we're invading Soul Society!"
January2009©MarinLiliz
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[Characters]: Aizen Sousuke and Ichimaru Gin. Mentions of some of the Espada and a few Shinigami.
[Word Count]: 760 words
[Finished]: 07.January.2009
[Beta]: ginyanote
[Warnings]: None
[Notes]: Aizen musings about Kaien, Ukitake and Shunsui are not canon. They're a little bunny-plot of mine from another fic I'm working on: " Threads of Different Yarns"
[Rating]: PG
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
Aizen Sousuke watched from his throne with mild boredom, as his creations raised havoc throughout the hall.
This Christmas party wasn't going so well.
It irked him that they couldn't understand the simple concept of fraternizing without mayhem and destruction.
Had this been Soul Society, they would be calmly talking and enjoying the sake, eggnog, Christmas-y treats and sweets.
This being Hueco Mundo...
Grimmjow and Ulquiorra had attached themselves to each other and weren't letting go anytime soon - what was unusual this time? - though they were at each other's throats, it wasn't in a killing sort of way, but almost like they couldn't help but hold on. They usually kept that in private. And Szayel's approach served only to have them push even closer and tighter together.
Szayel! As the scientist he was, he sampled and probed and researched every Hollow in the room. Almost every Hollow, as vain, egocentric and brilliant as Szayel was, he kept his lips from the not so attractive ones, the not so strong ones and the ones he already had sampled and catalogued previously. Aizen was well aware when he dared look his way, hoping to get him under the mistletoe, but Aizen was also well aware that Szayel would take more than a kiss, and was not up to being a lab rat to one of his creations.
A few of them were nearly behaving like one ought to at such a gathering; Barragan and his Fraccións were idly speaking with Yammi and Zommari over cups of some beverage. Halibel, her Fraccións and a few other female Hollows eyed the mistletoe with expressions between bored and excited, some darting a few glances around the room toward approaching Hollows that could be lured under the festive foliage.
Wonderweiss, in his expected light-mind was blowing out fuses, keeping himself and Tousen entertained.
Stark was acting as his old self, lounging and looking typically bored hardly interested by Szayel's kiss or
Aaroniero sauntering around the room wearing Shiba Kaien's gorgeous face.
Then again, it all only proved that he had made them just perfect for his goal.
"Missing Soul Society, Aizen-sama?" Gin asked from his preferred place, at Aizen's side.
"Hmm..."
"Perhaps a black-haired, noble Shinigami?
Aizen smirked as he rested his head on the palm of his hand, a finger tapping his cheek thoughtfully. Too rule abiding and honourable to bother pursuing, though all that rigidity had to have a outlet somewhere...
...it could have been interesting. Senbonzakura could have been a valuable addition to his army.
"Or a white-haired Quincy?"
Gin had the strangest ideas; then again from what he knew of the eldest, former Quincy, he too could be a welcome option to his forces, if only as a plaything for Aizen. His son also seemed interesting.
"Or then again, a set of twin zanpakutou wielders?"
He hadn't thought of them in a long time - Kyouraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jyuushiro - always together and nearly unreachable. Aizen had never been able to explore their weakness, garner their power or even set them apart.
Except that one time, and it had been a complete fluke; who'd thought losing a fukutaichou would put such a strain on Kyouraku Shunsui that not even Ukitake Jyuushiro could have been able to aid? No he didn't miss them, but those were good times, even if neither of them had turned to him in the end. Kyouraku had sought refuge in sake and bespectacled little girls, and Ukitake had turned to fellow Shinigami, both young Kuchiki Byakuya and loyal Shiba Kaien.
Ah, yes! Shiba Kaien! Too loyal to be an instrument in Aizen's machinations, but so easily manipulated when his loved ones were in mortal peril. His first piece of the Arrancar puzzle, of course Gin and Tousen had been well under his crown when he had snagged him right from under their zanpakutou, all drama and tears. Worth every dull moment of their histrionics, just to see what their reaction would be.
"No, no particular interest in any of those Shinigami," he finally answered.
And in an atypical show of emotion, he held Gin's hand in his own.
"I find it more interesting to watch their reaction, when antagonised and pushed to confrontation. It seems to me though, that you are the one eager to return. Perhaps a certain blond fukutaichou? Or two?"
Gin's hand shook in his with anticipation, gripping harder.
"Yeh. Let's go crash that party. It'll be fun!"
Aizen rose from his throne and addressed his creations.
"My Hollows, we're invading Soul Society!"
January2009©MarinLiliz
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