悪い天使/Evil Angel

A/N: This happens if you read to many different slash manga at the same time each day for more then three hours…

Yes my mind is not normal, but bear with me and the things I write…

I. Prologue: A shadow from the past

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Hold it together, birds of a feather
Nothing but lies and crooked wings
I have the answer spreading the cancer
You are the faith inside me

The air was filled with he pathetic screams of hopeless patients locked inside they cell like rooms restrained by white coats which made the skin itch till the heavy doors opened and the figures dressed in white entered forcing the needle in to the skin, adding the drug to make the veils stop. The doctors and nurses didn’t care for they patients, they were only useless creatures, abounded from society, they only purpose was to be used as labor rats or to be left behind in they cells. Feed with barely enough food, drugged with medicaments and bathed in ice cold water lived the patients of the mental institute worse then animals. In one of those damned rooms cowered with once white matraces opened brown eyes slowly from the sleep only filled with nightmares then here even sleep didn’t spend the sanctuary of peace. Sitting up the figure groaned, from the lack of moving and the nearly nonexistent nourishm weakened body protested. A pained sigh escaped dry lips as the figure gazed out of the little bared window the moonlight streaming in through it was the only little happiness he possessed since twenty years.

Twenty years in this Hell hole…

…bearing the punishment from Soul Society…

Aizen Sosuke once known as the Taichou of the 5th Division and then Master of Hueco Mundo, but now…they had lost the Winter War and he was taken captive, but while his two comarades Tosen and Gin were executed was his punishment even worse then death…

…it was live…

They had let him return to the Material world as a newborn infant to parents who didn’t care, his “mother” was a damned whore while his “father” an abusive alcoholic. He only survived because of the little courtesy that he possessed al his memories, but not his powers they were still locked deep within him. He hated every second of his live and then when he was six got that drunken fool in his drunken stupor hit by a truck, such trash like him deserved that and then with ten that damned slut started fucking the director of this damned place and she made him to lock him up here, pumped full with drugs. So this was rightful punishment, he often asked himself, but no answer come. Looking again at the moon a new sigh escaped his lips, he missed his freedom and soon he would really loose him mind and for the first time in his live felt Aizen truly the icy hands of fear creeping up his body, clawing his skin and drawing his blood.

…there was no hope…

No, don't leave me to die here
Help me survive here alone
No, don't remember, remember

On the next morning he could already hear the screams getting stronger, it was time for those in the A District to be ‘bathed’ while everyone other got again forcefully drugged up to be quiet or finally die. Aizen’s face twisted in disgust against these people seemed even Kurotsuchi Taichou and his Octava more humanly with they experiments. As he sat there listening to the sound of screaming, the splashing of cold water against abused bodies, the sounds of beating as those who didn1t cooperate were punished he even had a slight guess that some of the patients here got also raped on daily basis, but who would help them? Te answer was easy no one. As he sat here hit something other his ears, music. This made him wonder for a few seconds till he remembered that one of those idiots who kept a watch on the doors if they were al locked loved to listen to his radio rather loudly because he hated those pathetic noises the ones locked up here made. Leaning back against the dirty wall while avoiding most of the damaged spots he started listening to the music till they would get to him again with whatever was in that damn injections.

Put me to sleep, evil angel
Open your wings, evil angel

Soon enough the sound of steps and the babbling of that overweight bastard who put him here hit his ears. According to his sound was he again licking someone’s feet in hope for a promotion. That man was really a pathetic scum and that fake giggling just now was his ‘darling mother’. He really felt no desire to see those two and whoever was with them, but he had no such chance then he heard the key being put in the lock of his cell.

I'm a believer, nothing could be worse
All these imaginary friends
Hiding betrayal, driving the nail
Hoping to find a savior

He was about to fake sleeping, he would later only get some kicks against his ribs for that, when the door opened and he felt his heart stop. It was not because of those two people he despises, but because of the man with who his mother tried to flirt. He was an average height with high check bones and fine feminine features, soft looking pale skin, amber colored eyes shining behind rectangular glasses, white gloves and labor coat, only the shoulder length blonde hair were different, but in anything other…

…the man, no the person resembling a shadow from his past smiled the so familiar smile at him before turning to the director.

“I hope you are pleased with your payment and you really shouldn’t worry about the paperwork I have everything cleared with the higher ups.” he said in a patient tone.

“Yes, yes everything is fine Dr. Granz.” The director said wit the sweetest smile he could muster, it would have made Aizen any other day want to vomit, but at the moment were his eyes only fixated on the man.

No, don't leave me to die here
Help me survive here alone
Don't surrender, surrender

“Excellent then if you would excuse me I would be on my way then.”

“But Dr. Granz you only arrived from London not long ago, can we invite you to a coffee?” the bitch was trying again to lure a man in to her bed, but the blonde only took her hand down from his arm.

“I’m really sorry, but I truly have a lot work to do.” He said before taking a step in to his direction.

“Dr. Granz should I ask two of my men to help you?”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary I have already dealed with harder patients on my own so I should be fine.” the man re replied as he finally reached Aizen and pulled him to his feet. His body was protesting, but h bit his teeth together and followed the pulling through the dimly lit halls and out of the institute, the light hurting is eyes before they stopped in front of a black car where he was pushed in to the seat right beside the driver.

Put me to sleep, evil angel
Open your wings, evil angel
Fly over me, evil angel
Why can't I breathe, evil angel?

Looking out of the window when the car started Aizen could see the director and his ‘mother’ waving smiling and then they were on they way.

“Really disgusting scum these humans.” said suddenly the man who in some way saved him.

Driving the car somewhat farther away from the institute they stopped on top of a hill from which the whole institute could be seen perfectly. There the man climbed out of the car and got a bag out from the backseat before getting to Aizen and disposing the straitjacket he wore and kneeled down in front of him.

“I’m terribly sorry that it took me that long to find out about the whereabouts of Aizen-sama’s soul and body.” the man said and Aizen felt a little smile tug on his lips, so it was really not his imagination.

“It is alright Szayel Aporro.” he replied as the other stoop up and pushed a button on the selve of his coat and the blonde hair become again the familiar magenta color while the amber eyes reminded again on the color orange.

“You should change in to these Aizen-sama those rugs are really not for a person of your rank and after you are ready there is a little show I think you will love to see.

Nodding Aizen changed, the new outfit was more comfortable, but he also needed to note that the long starving and abuse had taken they toll on his body, he would need tome time to finally manage to look down at himself without being greeted by the sight of his ribs. Sighing he buttoned up the white shirt and walked beside the Octava who was leaning against the side of the car his eyes looking at the institute. Aizen followed his case when suddenly there was a strange noise and suddenly the whole mental institute was enfolded in a tower of flames raging up to the heavens. Beside him he hear Szayel letting out a cruel laugh, but Aizen had long ago turned his eyes away from the tower of flames anstead were brown eyes now looking at the scientist in whose glasses and eyes the flames reflected.

…so he was after so long really sent an angel ironically it was his own cruel angel who came for him…

Put me to sleep, evil angel
Open your wings, evil angel
Fly over me, evil angel
Why can't I breathe, evil angel?

To be continued...