Bitter Sweet

“Kenny! Kenny!” cried the small pink haired girl. She was being held tightly by Tousen as she watched her dear friend be over powered by some stupid Espada.
“Do not kill him,” ordered the blind man. “I wish to kill him myself after I make him taste true justice.”
The man with the bells in his hair laughed out loud. Like hell, he’d be taken prisoner. But still he was heavily wounded from his last battle. Hell, he was still bleeding freely from his last battle, and this bastard was strong.
The wavy haired Espada fought with a bored expression on his face. He just wanted to go back to his tower to nap.

XxXxX

Unohana frowned as looked at the older male Espada.
“You’re the healer aren’t you?”
“We are both healers,”
Isane swallowed a lump in her throat.
“I’ve been ordered to bring you to Aizen-sama,” he said gruffly.
“Aizen?” said Isane looking over to her captain. “He should be in the real world,”
Unohana closed her eyes. She took a deep breath forcing all her emotions to remain locked up inside. She could spare no thought for the others at the moment. “Very well,” she said following the Espada.
Her lieutenant gave her a look, demanding information. Her captain said nothing. All would be explained in time, she was sure.
“Before I see him, I must request that I am allowed to heal any that are injured.”
The old Espada said nothing, but led her the prison cells. There she would find plenty of wounded.

XxXxX

Ichigo jumped away from another fearsome attack from the former tenth Espada. He had lost track of his companions. He could still feel Renji, and Inoue. Ishida too he could sense. Chad and Rukia’s spiritual pressure was gone though. His hands shook as he held his sword. Byakuya was fighting somewhere. Who? He couldn’t be sure. It felt like Aizen. But that couldn’t be right. Because if it was Aizen that meant the shikigami had failed and his town, and his sisters…
He dodged another swing from the giant fist. He couldn’t think about that right now. His hand reached up to his face and pulled down his mask. He had to win this fight first.

XxXxX

He cut threw the cherry blossoms with ease. They were slow. Not the fast blurs of pink they usually were. The nobleman, though he didn’t show it was torn apart by grief from the loss of his sister.
“Is it like loosing Hisana again?” asked Aizen.
Without missing a beat, the sixth captain lunged at him. So slow.
The lord of the hollow world dodged him easily.
He was bored. There were more important things to do then mess around with this half dead captain. Aizen slashed his sword at the younger man.
Byakuya eye’s filled with grief at the blood that spilled in front of him. Aizen to was surprised at the blood he had unexpectantly drawn.
Renji fell to his knees holding his stomach where the blood was flowing freely. “Sir,” he coughed out, blood dripping from his mouth. He looked up at his commander. A captain he hadn’t always faithfully followed, but respected always. “I’ll look after Rukia now,” He fell slow in Byakuya’s eyes. Everyone seemed to.
The sixth captain’s sword slipped from his fingers. What was there to fight for now? The laws of Soul Society? His bloodied body wouldn’t move to fight his foe now. It couldn’t muster the strength. They were all dead. Rukia. Renji. Even that horrible woman, Yoruichi must be dead. All the captain’s that had been at the real world were dead. His captain commander. His oldest friends and teachers. They were all gone.
Aizen watched the scene, wondering why he didn’t strike the man now. A voice was whispering that the man was broken. He could be rebuilt into something else now. That’s what sparred him the bite of his blade.

XxXxX

Gin looked down at the blonde, who only for a moment glared at him before quickly looking away.
Kira closed his eyes for a moment. God, he felt like Hinamori. “Sir!” he cried, quickly standing up gripping the bars to his cell. “Why didn’t you take me with you when you left!”
Gin looked surprised for a moment. But then smiled a genuine smile. “Cause this is a horrible place, Izuru.” Oh his little Izuru, the only one he had ever been almost completely honest with. Except Aizen of course. “I have wished that ya had been here many times,” he reached threw the bars and patted the blonde hair. “But this isn’t a place for ya,”
Kira’s blue eyes looked at his captain confused. “I’m here now aren’t I?”
Gin chuckled sadly. “Yes, ya are. I should’ve killed ya too. But Aizen finished his fight to quickly.”
“What?” said Kira stepping back, away from the touch.
“I killed Ran, to save her from the fate that would have awaited her here. And I should’ve done the same for ya too, Izuru.”
Kira pressed himself against the wall. “Can’t you do anything?”
“I wield no power in this world,” Gin somehow still smiled. “But I will do what I can to try and keep ya safe, Izuru”
Kira looked away. “What’s going to happen to us?”
Gin shook his head. “I have no answers.”
Kira watched his captain step away and leave his sight. He killed Matsumoto-san to protect her. He was acting like he didn’t care as a front for Aizen. He couldn’t imagine how his captain must be feeling. He sat down and leaned his head against the wall. What would become of all of them. There was no one left to save them. No one left.
He watched as Espada’s led people into cells. First was Kenpachi. He was bound tightly, and gagged. These cells prevented any kind of kido spells and sealed all raitsu. There was no chance of getting out of here. Even if you were Kenpachi.
Next was Byakuya. He was led into a cell as well, looking utterly defeated. And others followed after him.
“Kira-kun,” said a kind voice.
“Captain Unohana!” he said happily seeing that she was alive and unharmed.
She smiled at him and patted his head. “Are you hurt?”
He was about to say no when she quickly place a slim finger to her mouth. He quickly shut his mouth. She gl
anced behind her and made the green light appear at her finger tips. Only an act so they could talk.
She spoke very quietly but he managed to hear every word.
“Things are about to get very difficult. I fear this is all that left of the Gotei thirteen. We are down, but far from out. These will be difficult times ahead, but if we persevere we will be rewarded in the end. This is our chance to, do onto Aizen what he did to us. Betrayal. We get close to him, and then attack when the time is right. Of course it is to late to save the king. We must think of saving ourselves. With us gone the world could collapse.” She looked at him seriously. “Kira-kun. You have an important mission. To win over Ichimaru. No one is closer to Aizen then him. So in turn you must become close to him. You must win over Ichimaru. Aizen will try and divide us. Do not fall to him. We are counting on you Kira-kun.”
Her dark brown eyes showed determination. He nodded as she got up to go to the next cell.
She was right. They had to get close to Aizen. What did this mean then? Did he have to become his former captain’s lover? The two had been so close back then. Never lovers, even though ha had always wished it were so.
There was only one problem though. This plan seemed to obvious. Aizen would have to expect something like this. He didn’t see Aizen letting him and Ichimaru get close. Ever. But there was always a chance that the soon to be God may get careless in his victory.

XxXxX

Ichimaru walked back to the throne room as he was asked to. It seemed everyone had been rounded up. Next stop was to go kill a king. But first to rap up some loose ends with the survivors.
He entered the ruined chambers taking note of all the people inside.
Aizen of course sitting in his throne by standing by his side was a crying pink haired young girl. Unohana and her lieutenant were in the room as well as the twelfth captain and his lieutenant. Tousen and the remaining Espada. Yammy not present due to his fight still going on with that kid, Ichigo. And at Aizen’s other side that busty orange haired girl. Orihime? Yes that was her name.
“You are late,” Aizen spoke softly.
Gin smiled his usual smile. “Sorry,”
Aizen looked at all of them in the room. “Well here we are. We have lost many in this feud, have we not?” Unohana stiffened at these words but said nothing. “You are all standing here because you have agreed to support my cause.”
Gin tilted his head to the side. Really? Unohana had agreed to support their cause? And Yachiru too? He could see Mayuri turning but the others?
“Now,” continued the soon to be God. “Tousen prepare to leave. There is only one thing to do,”
Gin to stepped forward.
“Ichimaru where do you think your going?”
Gin’s smile did not fade. “Ah, are ya still sore at me for bein’ late? I said sorry.”
“You will look after Los Noches, while I am gone.” explained Aizen.
The silver haired man almost frowned. “What?”
“I am bringing this young lady with me instead.” he pointed to the pink haired girl.
For just a second his mask slipped but only for a second. It was then he realized. He saw it on the smug smirk on Tousen’s face. He saw it in Aizen’s eyes. It all spelled one thing. Aizen was done with him.
Just as he had booted Tousen from Aizen’s bed so many, many years ago, the same was being done to him. Aizen would train and raise the young girl into a fearless killer as he had done to him. She would take his place in Aizen’s bed when she was a bit older.
Gin just smiled. “I’ll look after the place, then,” With that he turned away. He had actually wondered when this was going to happen. Aizen had seemed to have lost his interest in him. It was just quick fucks. Few words where said. No more hands gently running threw his silver strands. No more gentle caresses and soft kisses and sweet nights of passion. Not like it used to be. So he would be a fool to say he didn’t see this coming.
Yachiru was still young. It would take time to rid her of her love of the vicious man Kenpachi. Still, if anyone could, Aizen could brainwash her and make her a perfect killing machine.
“Of course you know,” said Aizen still speaking to Gin. “I am not a heartless man. I’ll have someone sent for you,” Very few in the room would now what he was words meant. Gin was one of them. And the words stung. Aizen did not want him. So he’d send someone else to do what he no longer wanted to do to him.
Gin said nothing. No thank you. No good bye.
Ichimaru left the room. Others following leading Mayuri and Unohana into their rooms to be watched carefully. He felt someone gently grab his arm.
He turned to see Unohana’s face. “It’s okay,” she said kindly.
His smile always in place. “What’s okay?”
She still had his arm. But he wasn’t pulling away. Her touch was gentle. Kind. Loving. Even after all he had done, she still worried, still cared. Just as she had always done when he had been a captain.
And because of that, he couldn’t help the words that spilled out of his mouth. “Why should I care, after all its only been over a hundred years. Its not that long. I never really expected anything.” His smile was slipping his words shaking. He had to be careful.
Yet he felt arms wrap around him. Her arms. She held him. She would’ve let him cry if he had allowed himself to do so. “You’re a prisoner here, just like us.” she whispered.
No. That wasn’t true. He was here because he choose to be here. He did it all because Aizen asked him to. He lived his whole life for Aizen. Over a hundred years of loyalty. Yet Aizen brushed it aside so easily.
He felt her be pulled away. Stark taking her away. His eyes locked with his. A warning. A warning to be careful. He was no longer the favorite. No longer Aizen’s pet. Aizen’s whore. He was just Ichimaru Gin, former captain of the third division and traitor. What a sad feeling. Is this what Tousen felt like when he replaced him?
He didn’t like this feeling. Not at all.

XxXxX

She sat on the bed. She had been dragged her without explanation here. Not long after Unohana had healed her. She had been warned not to fall victim to Aizen, again. Not to be tricked by sweet words, again. Not to be fooled by his kind smile, again.
She had nodded at the words but they meant little. Why couldn’t they see who the real puppet master was?
So here she was. It was a large bedroom. It even had a small bathroom. The whole room, and bathroom was very white, like everything else in the castle.
She had been given a change of clothes to match the other Espadas. She looked around the room was quite plain. She wondered who’s it was. It was hard to tell. White clothes all the same. She couldn’t quite remember what Aizen had been wearing. She had been in so much pain at the time. And everything had been kinda hazy. Sighing she just sat on the bed and waited.
Then quite suddenly the door to the room entered. She scooted as far back on the bed as she could suddenly quite frightened. The man was none other the Ichimaru Gin. She had been brought to his room?
He hadn’t seemed to notice her. He slowly walked past the bed to the bathroom. She heard the water from the sink turn on. And the splash of it hitting the silver haired man’s face. She head shaky breaths come from him. She held her breath.
He at last came out of the bathroom wiping his face on a towel. And then he noticed her.
He starred at her his eyes wide open his scarlet eyes locked on to her small frame.
She starred back at him. For the first time seeing his eyes open. For the first time not seeing a smile pasted on his face. Seeing him for the first time looking defeated. Looking alone.
And for the first time and only for a small moment did she feel her undying loyalty to her captain waver. She wondered what he had done to Ichimaru to make him look so lost and alone. But she only felt this and thought it for a moment before it was pushed out of her mind.
The two just starred as the seconds ticked on.