[Bleach] Resworn Fealty (3, 5)
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valmoraTitle: Resworn Fealty
Rating: PG
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: gen, Aizen Sousuke and Ichimaru Gin
Disclaimer: You think these guys are mine? Not. I don't have that much cool in my pinky finger.
Spoilers: Soul Society arc and onwards.
Notes: Inspired by this image from this site
Summary: It is cold in the fortress of Hueco Mundo.
They are waiting for the strike to come. Or, well, that is what Gin is doing, and Tousen, and all the Arrancar. Aizen-sama is sitting in his throne room, watching the wall before him and seeing events as they occur, eyes blind in a way that Tousen's can never be, because Aizen-sama has no need of eyes to know what the present is because he engineered it and is in the process of seeing the future in a way that has little to do with vision.
Gin has never felt as though his role in Aizen-sama's machinations was as small as he does now. After all, he thinks that some of the Espada could kill him in a fair fight, perhaps even an unfair one tilted toward Gin's own skills. It is just, perhaps, but frightening, because he has rendered himself useless to Aizen-sama, and that was one thing he swore never to do -
To betray Seireitei he wanted to receive something better in return. The cold halls of the fortress are not better than the warmth and wood of Soul Society. And while the new robes lie lighter on his shoulders than the old ones of captaincy did, they also let through the cold wind in the halls, his fingers going numb until he cannot even draw Shinsou without fumbling the hilt.
He has asked Tousen how he can bear to go sleeveless in the chill of Hueco Mundo, and Tousen turns his face towards Gin, enunciating as though Gin is a fool, "You are not cold. You only think it is."
Which he does not understand, because cold is loss, is hunger, is loneliness. And he has followed Aizen-sama past the ends of the world, has gained power, has no need to eat, has Aizen-sama and Tousen for company, should not be shivering here in the hall as he watches the Arrancar lurk in the darkness outside of the corners.
So he has lost his place in Aizen-sama's hierarchy. So be it. He is not so useless, after all - he is a shinigami, not a Hollow made into a mutant by Aizen's plans and skills. And -
Gin turns, takes a few steps to the throne room, and finds Aizen-sama with his chin on his palm, regarding the screen before him, and Aizen-sama does not turn at the sound of Gin's footsteps.
"What do you need?" he asks, and Gin stands before the throne, not on bent knee like the Arrancar but as himself, as a defected captain of the Gotei Thirteen, as Aizen-sama's right hand in Hueco Mundo.
"Know a kidou spell for heat?" Gin asks, and Aizen-sama gives him a look that is almost a smile reminiscent of the ones from Seireitei, putting his hands together and murmuring something, standing and stepping from the throne, placing his hands on Gin's shoulders to set the spell.
Aizen-sama, when he steps back, is still smiling, and he says to Gin, "Is that better?"
And all Gin can say in response, brushing imaginary dust from the shoulders of his gi, is, "You got dirt on me." But he thinks, if needed, he could draw his sword, could wield it with all the strength in his soul and his body, no longer bound by the cold.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: gen, Aizen Sousuke and Ichimaru Gin
Disclaimer: You think these guys are mine? Not. I don't have that much cool in my pinky finger.
Spoilers: Soul Society arc and onwards.
Notes: Inspired by this image from this site
Summary: It is cold in the fortress of Hueco Mundo.
They are waiting for the strike to come. Or, well, that is what Gin is doing, and Tousen, and all the Arrancar. Aizen-sama is sitting in his throne room, watching the wall before him and seeing events as they occur, eyes blind in a way that Tousen's can never be, because Aizen-sama has no need of eyes to know what the present is because he engineered it and is in the process of seeing the future in a way that has little to do with vision.
Gin has never felt as though his role in Aizen-sama's machinations was as small as he does now. After all, he thinks that some of the Espada could kill him in a fair fight, perhaps even an unfair one tilted toward Gin's own skills. It is just, perhaps, but frightening, because he has rendered himself useless to Aizen-sama, and that was one thing he swore never to do -
To betray Seireitei he wanted to receive something better in return. The cold halls of the fortress are not better than the warmth and wood of Soul Society. And while the new robes lie lighter on his shoulders than the old ones of captaincy did, they also let through the cold wind in the halls, his fingers going numb until he cannot even draw Shinsou without fumbling the hilt.
He has asked Tousen how he can bear to go sleeveless in the chill of Hueco Mundo, and Tousen turns his face towards Gin, enunciating as though Gin is a fool, "You are not cold. You only think it is."
Which he does not understand, because cold is loss, is hunger, is loneliness. And he has followed Aizen-sama past the ends of the world, has gained power, has no need to eat, has Aizen-sama and Tousen for company, should not be shivering here in the hall as he watches the Arrancar lurk in the darkness outside of the corners.
So he has lost his place in Aizen-sama's hierarchy. So be it. He is not so useless, after all - he is a shinigami, not a Hollow made into a mutant by Aizen's plans and skills. And -
Gin turns, takes a few steps to the throne room, and finds Aizen-sama with his chin on his palm, regarding the screen before him, and Aizen-sama does not turn at the sound of Gin's footsteps.
"What do you need?" he asks, and Gin stands before the throne, not on bent knee like the Arrancar but as himself, as a defected captain of the Gotei Thirteen, as Aizen-sama's right hand in Hueco Mundo.
"Know a kidou spell for heat?" Gin asks, and Aizen-sama gives him a look that is almost a smile reminiscent of the ones from Seireitei, putting his hands together and murmuring something, standing and stepping from the throne, placing his hands on Gin's shoulders to set the spell.
Aizen-sama, when he steps back, is still smiling, and he says to Gin, "Is that better?"
And all Gin can say in response, brushing imaginary dust from the shoulders of his gi, is, "You got dirt on me." But he thinks, if needed, he could draw his sword, could wield it with all the strength in his soul and his body, no longer bound by the cold.
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Date: 2006-10-17 08:16 pm (UTC).........
I'll give you a word: plaque. Not as in the stuff on your teeth, but as in the funny little things you hang up on your wall as awards.
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Date: 2006-10-22 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-22 08:09 pm (UTC)