My Hell Butterfly

Walking through the labyrinth like hallways Aizen started cursing himself that he had the glorious idea that each of his Espada styles they domain the way they want, how the heck could someone not get lost in this place? After walking around for nearly one hour the brown haired man finally found himself in front of the main office, he grabbed the handle and pushed it down. After the door opened was Aizen about to say some sort of a greeting, but each word failed him as his mouth hung slightly open. Sure enough he had found his only remaining Espada, but at the moment was said man kneeling with one leg on one of the many bookshelves in the room while stretching his body to reach a book which was somewhat higher up the pose causing the already tight enough jacket, really sometimes he needed to wonder about the style sense of his Espada as he looked over they uniforms, to tighten even more around the upper body showing every curve of it. Aizen felt his mouth dry at the sight before shaking his head violently to get to his senses again, this was also the moment when the other managed to grab the chosen book and get again in to a normal standing pose.



“Ah Aizen-sama I hadn’t even noticed when you entered please forgive me. Is there something you would like?” the scientist asked in his usual tone as he pushed his glasses up a bit.



“Yes you…” Aizen suddenly thought that he would scream in shock from where did that thought come from. “No it is fine, I only come here to ask how your researches are going and if you will this time consider to join me in the dining room anstead of eating here.” he replied sighing on the inside that he managed to cover his true intentions so well, but that was really not hard he had one a rather long time to practice.



He waited patiently for the answer of the other which come shortly after his sentence was spoken.



“A…ah of course Aizen-sama, I was rather engrossed in my work these past days without someone disturbing me or noting that someone got injured.” Szayel said hurriedly.



Aizen nodded he perfectly knew because his scientist stormed up to his throne every second day either covered in ash or some sort of strange liquid fuming in rage and reporting that either his brother or one other Arrancar dared to disturb his work. He usually forgot to mention that after these occasions was he always the one to get out with less damage then his labor and said person who interrupted him, the last time needed Aizen to save Gin from the angry scientist who wanted to use him as a labor rat after he dared to interrupt him letting his latest experiment explode right in to Szayel’s face. He shuddered inwardly at the memory, who thought that such a feminine looking man with a not rather manliness convincing hair color could be THAT frightening to make even Gin whimper in fear. Shaking his thoughts away Aizen held his hand out to the other.



“Shall we then.” he asked smiling before he realized just WHAT the heck he was doing there because this whole thing looked to much like someone inviting a lady for dinner.

A quick glance at Szayel who was staring at his hand unmoving told him that he was not the only one thinking exactly that, this was just too brilliant he was acting like an idiot. It took Aizen a few minutes to realize that his Octava had probably decided to spare him from the embarrassment of this little mistake and put his hand in his with a little smile on his lips.



“Yes we can go now Aizen-sama.” Szayel answered finally getting said man to nod before they left the labor to get to the dining room where Aizen had already put out everything. When you are bored you can cook rather much food.



While they walked through the long white halls of Las Noches Aizen couldn’t help himself, but to threw a few hidden side glances at the man walking beside him, really when did he actually take his time to look even one of his Espada over. When Szayel took his hand he had already noted that for a man the scientist had rather delicate feminine hands with long fingers, but looking at his features he really needed to note that compared to Ilforte were the two brothers rather different looking. He had still trouble fully believing and by that he knew that most of the ones living here in Las Noches shared his view that it was strange hat those two were brothers, but they should know…



Reaching the dining hall Aizen suddenly felt a skeptical gaze on him which was confirmed when he looked to his side to see Szayel staring at him.



“Aizen-sama could it be that you were bored by any chance.” he asked in a suspicious tone.



“Erm…from where did you get that thought Szayel Aporro?” Aizen asked a bit nervously while the Octava crossed his arms in front of his chest.



“Only guessing.” was his reply as they stood in the entrance of the dining hall with a large table packed with food which would have been enough to get at least sixty people full...



To be continued...