Building From The Ashes
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Evil Plots
ByaRen AU, where the war with Aizen has just finished. How to deal with the rebuilt of Soul Society and life after such a devastating war. (mpreg in the future) - actually there's very veiled hints in this one. I dare you to find them.
Again late this week. Sorry^^' But seeing as I'm going on vacation sometime next week, you might get two chapters instead of one next time; that is if I manage to finish it before leaving.
Thank you for the reviews:
KarmaChan: Aww, thanks, it is all the feedback needed, just keep it coming;]
msuzumaki:I'm very proud of that chapter with the description of the losses, so thank you for pointing it out and it's brilliant you've enjoyed it too.♥
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His reign was crumbling into dust and blood by the hands of the Shinigami.
His creations – the made Shinigami and the intricately created beasts – were destroyed. Or flawed beyond repair. How could creatures of the darkest matter stand to be near beings of self-righteousness and such weakness? To, in fact, choose to be with them, on their side and not for the victory but for affection? Inconceivable, and therefore flaws!
The other two had never truly been far from their Hollow essence and so counted little, as flaws or successes.
Inconsequential! He could always construct a new, improved, flawless plan.
From within, – Again! – from the Shinigami midst and their ranks, Kyouka Suigetsu would be, once more, instrumental in the completion of His design of a new Universe. A Universe ruled by Aizen Sousuke.
A fleeting smile crossed His lips; all was not lost, there were still things in motion, echoes of past actions and repercussions of inactions that would keep the wheels turning until He could rise and resume His plans to the old goal and the new order.
And things seemed to be looking up for Him if the sight in His eyes was anything to go by.
Yes, His army was dwindling. But Hollows abounded in Hueco Mundo. His currently destroyed army was just a tiny scrape of the surface of the whole the Holloworld had to offer; He had just to raised them again and apply the Hougyoku. A new – and why not learn from past mistakes – improved army of Arrancar would be at His disposal.
The loss of His two oldest followers, even though difficult to suppress was by far not impossible. The absence of the ever inventive and scheming Gin and of the strategic and sometimes Shinigami-like mind of Kaname – that had so often provided insight to the bizarre plans of the fools – would be missed but easily surpassed.
***
Aizen turned His head, mindful of the old man’s staff to His shoulder – pressed close to His neck – and looked to the red and white fields of death for inspiration.
The Vizard had had their revenge. And within such a close-knit group, three members to mourn would give Him enough time before they realised anything was in motion.
The Hollowfied body of Kurosaki Ichigo. Most exceptional and valuable.
The inanimate body of Inoue Orihime. She was so precious and such an asset to Godliness.
The comatose Quincy. That was a power worth garnering, combine it with the hate for the Shinigami and the devotion to Kurosaki and it would be delicious.
There was also that unexpected human boy with such a handy handled power and control over spirit energy. Truly unexpected and oh so profitable.
Then there were the Shinigami, Aizen thought as He looked to the other side of the death fields – still mindful of the old man’s staff. Their numbers reduced to a few hundred, the loss of two Taichou and five Fukutaichou not the devastation He had anticipated, but there were still souls between salvation and perdition, so the toll was likely to grow higher.
Not to mention the division amongst their ranks that this war and Aizen’s betrayal had sparkled, and that was likely to achieve more damage than the loss count. The old loyalties, the new affiliations and their low capacity for reproduction and multiplication would be the end of the Shinigami while Aizen surveyed from the throne.
***
Aizen eyed the Shinigami critically, assessing their remaining power, usefulness and capacity for defection and being ruled under Aizen’s thumb as His abiding subjects.
The old man would never turn, if only to prove he would never ally himself with Aizen. He was stubborn like that; nothing would turn Yamamoto from his goal. Surprisingly, he actually sported a look of achievement hidden in his eyes, most likely deceiving everyone else into thinking his expressionless face was concealed grief; well everybody but the Master of deceit. Not even the loss of beloved and companion of old, old times, Sasakibe, seemed to prevent the fulfilment of victory. More the fool...
The little flower of Second Division was gone and with her the support He could have gathered from the Shihouin heiress and her loyal, brilliant and horridly annoying dog, Urahara. A shame, but if He played His cards right He might commission them for some shady work they seemed so fond of. Unbeknownst to them, evidently...
The blond punisher had taken His Machiavellian supporter’s head, so he proved worthy of consideration as he had before, when he’d been put under Gin. But, and there was always a but with these Shinigami, he was tainted in unexpected ways and broken by that taint and his actions. Still, He could monitor Kira’s situation and see if the outcome was favourable. This taint could prove as valuable as its maker...
Unohana was Unohana. Unwavering pure and impartial. She would never take sides. Nor would she bring harm to another. Willingly...
Hinamori was gone...
The Kuchiki Master was interestingly involved with his dedicated Fukutaichou. The intensity of the nobleman’s feelings baffled Aizen; what he saw in the rebellious pup was beyond Him but maybe Aizen had overlooked Abarai, he had become fast friends with Kurosaki. Nonsense, when had He ever been wrong...
The fox Taichou and the tattooed Fukutaichou seemed worth putting under surveillance like Kira. The one’s who kill their friends and idols should be rewarded for their courage and anaesthetizing of the soul needed for such feat. And if they made it once, they could always do it once more and then again...
Kyouraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jyuushirou had always been unattainable. They had the power and years and wisdom of the old man but lacked the ambition, the stubbornness and the callousness of heartless leaders. That, and their lives had always revolved around each other, rather than power or anything else. Blind like moths and flames. They were in for a treat if they though Stark was gonna have some fun and leave. They would soon be revolving around the Arrancar’s darkness...
The voluptuous, oblivious Rangiku not even Gin had managed to bring their way...
The oaf Zaraki, his merry men and his pink, portable doll of a Fukutaichou didn’t even qualify as worthy of analysis. Unless He needed fodder...
Mayuri was a curious case; it wasn’t loyalty to the Shinigami and it wasn’t power or need for affirmation, it wasn’t wealth or even resources and supplies. So if Aizen could learn what moved Mayuri, He would have him on His side. Research, research...
And finally, the petite Kuchiki Rukia, who so instrumental and instrumented had been in His rise and fall. Well, she would be where Kurosaki Ichigo would be. And he certainly was in His plan...
***
If all should fail, then there were inexhaustible amounts of humans...
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1 Aizen’s zanpakutou
July2009©MarinLiliz
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Next: VI.Recount Regroup Retreat - The gathering of troops; returning home.
Again late this week. Sorry^^' But seeing as I'm going on vacation sometime next week, you might get two chapters instead of one next time; that is if I manage to finish it before leaving.
Thank you for the reviews:
KarmaChan: Aww, thanks, it is all the feedback needed, just keep it coming;]
msuzumaki:I'm very proud of that chapter with the description of the losses, so thank you for pointing it out and it's brilliant you've enjoyed it too.♥
His reign was crumbling into dust and blood by the hands of the Shinigami.
His creations – the made Shinigami and the intricately created beasts – were destroyed. Or flawed beyond repair. How could creatures of the darkest matter stand to be near beings of self-righteousness and such weakness? To, in fact, choose to be with them, on their side and not for the victory but for affection? Inconceivable, and therefore flaws!
The other two had never truly been far from their Hollow essence and so counted little, as flaws or successes.
Inconsequential! He could always construct a new, improved, flawless plan.
From within, – Again! – from the Shinigami midst and their ranks, Kyouka Suigetsu would be, once more, instrumental in the completion of His design of a new Universe. A Universe ruled by Aizen Sousuke.
A fleeting smile crossed His lips; all was not lost, there were still things in motion, echoes of past actions and repercussions of inactions that would keep the wheels turning until He could rise and resume His plans to the old goal and the new order.
And things seemed to be looking up for Him if the sight in His eyes was anything to go by.
Yes, His army was dwindling. But Hollows abounded in Hueco Mundo. His currently destroyed army was just a tiny scrape of the surface of the whole the Holloworld had to offer; He had just to raised them again and apply the Hougyoku. A new – and why not learn from past mistakes – improved army of Arrancar would be at His disposal.
The loss of His two oldest followers, even though difficult to suppress was by far not impossible. The absence of the ever inventive and scheming Gin and of the strategic and sometimes Shinigami-like mind of Kaname – that had so often provided insight to the bizarre plans of the fools – would be missed but easily surpassed.
***
Aizen turned His head, mindful of the old man’s staff to His shoulder – pressed close to His neck – and looked to the red and white fields of death for inspiration.
The Vizard had had their revenge. And within such a close-knit group, three members to mourn would give Him enough time before they realised anything was in motion.
The Hollowfied body of Kurosaki Ichigo. Most exceptional and valuable.
The inanimate body of Inoue Orihime. She was so precious and such an asset to Godliness.
The comatose Quincy. That was a power worth garnering, combine it with the hate for the Shinigami and the devotion to Kurosaki and it would be delicious.
There was also that unexpected human boy with such a handy handled power and control over spirit energy. Truly unexpected and oh so profitable.
Then there were the Shinigami, Aizen thought as He looked to the other side of the death fields – still mindful of the old man’s staff. Their numbers reduced to a few hundred, the loss of two Taichou and five Fukutaichou not the devastation He had anticipated, but there were still souls between salvation and perdition, so the toll was likely to grow higher.
Not to mention the division amongst their ranks that this war and Aizen’s betrayal had sparkled, and that was likely to achieve more damage than the loss count. The old loyalties, the new affiliations and their low capacity for reproduction and multiplication would be the end of the Shinigami while Aizen surveyed from the throne.
***
Aizen eyed the Shinigami critically, assessing their remaining power, usefulness and capacity for defection and being ruled under Aizen’s thumb as His abiding subjects.
The old man would never turn, if only to prove he would never ally himself with Aizen. He was stubborn like that; nothing would turn Yamamoto from his goal. Surprisingly, he actually sported a look of achievement hidden in his eyes, most likely deceiving everyone else into thinking his expressionless face was concealed grief; well everybody but the Master of deceit. Not even the loss of beloved and companion of old, old times, Sasakibe, seemed to prevent the fulfilment of victory. More the fool...
The little flower of Second Division was gone and with her the support He could have gathered from the Shihouin heiress and her loyal, brilliant and horridly annoying dog, Urahara. A shame, but if He played His cards right He might commission them for some shady work they seemed so fond of. Unbeknownst to them, evidently...
The blond punisher had taken His Machiavellian supporter’s head, so he proved worthy of consideration as he had before, when he’d been put under Gin. But, and there was always a but with these Shinigami, he was tainted in unexpected ways and broken by that taint and his actions. Still, He could monitor Kira’s situation and see if the outcome was favourable. This taint could prove as valuable as its maker...
Unohana was Unohana. Unwavering pure and impartial. She would never take sides. Nor would she bring harm to another. Willingly...
Hinamori was gone...
The Kuchiki Master was interestingly involved with his dedicated Fukutaichou. The intensity of the nobleman’s feelings baffled Aizen; what he saw in the rebellious pup was beyond Him but maybe Aizen had overlooked Abarai, he had become fast friends with Kurosaki. Nonsense, when had He ever been wrong...
The fox Taichou and the tattooed Fukutaichou seemed worth putting under surveillance like Kira. The one’s who kill their friends and idols should be rewarded for their courage and anaesthetizing of the soul needed for such feat. And if they made it once, they could always do it once more and then again...
Kyouraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jyuushirou had always been unattainable. They had the power and years and wisdom of the old man but lacked the ambition, the stubbornness and the callousness of heartless leaders. That, and their lives had always revolved around each other, rather than power or anything else. Blind like moths and flames. They were in for a treat if they though Stark was gonna have some fun and leave. They would soon be revolving around the Arrancar’s darkness...
The voluptuous, oblivious Rangiku not even Gin had managed to bring their way...
The oaf Zaraki, his merry men and his pink, portable doll of a Fukutaichou didn’t even qualify as worthy of analysis. Unless He needed fodder...
Mayuri was a curious case; it wasn’t loyalty to the Shinigami and it wasn’t power or need for affirmation, it wasn’t wealth or even resources and supplies. So if Aizen could learn what moved Mayuri, He would have him on His side. Research, research...
And finally, the petite Kuchiki Rukia, who so instrumental and instrumented had been in His rise and fall. Well, she would be where Kurosaki Ichigo would be. And he certainly was in His plan...
***
If all should fail, then there were inexhaustible amounts of humans...
______________________
1 Aizen’s zanpakutou
July2009©MarinLiliz
Next: VI.Recount Regroup Retreat - The gathering of troops; returning home.