Kisuke lied there drifting between the lines of consciousness and the pitch black realm of his mind feeling an immense pain shooting to every sense of his body, burning and unbearable. Seconds felt like hours, it seemed like he was awake but in the back of his mind he felt he was drifting like he was in a semi-conscious sleep. He stayed there,confused, still unsure if he was dreaming, reassuring himself.
He stayed on that boundary line for what felt like an eternity, but suddenly he felt a flick of reiatsu, its pulse familiar carrying with it a tsunami of fear and recognition. Kisuke's eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times to achieve the focus that the darkness had stolen. Remembering the reiatsu he had felt moments before his awakening, he peered through the cold blanket of shadows that was the night and the blinding glare of the silver moonbeams shooting in a nearby window.
His heart nearly stopped, in the pale moonlight he could just see the slightest outline of a dark figure looming over him, their eyes remained unseen except the slightest sliver of glare from the cascading light, he caught sight of a dark grin and he knew exactly who the menacing figure was and it was the last thing he wanted to see.
The darkness cleared as the man masked by shadows lit a nearby candle, Kisuke's fear was confirmed, the person standing beside him, looking down at him, was none other than Sousuke Aizen.
Aizen stood next to where Kisuke lay. Kisuke shuddered and avoided Aizen's glare, his eyes smoldering with emotions that Kisuke couldn't yet decrypt but they instilled and forced his emotions further to the point of no return, their eyes met. As much as he tried to conceal his true emotions they betrayed him, a smirk traveling across Aizen's face at the slightest sight of the building fear in the blonde's eyes. Kisuke held back all the overflowing emotions that were swirling in a flurry of pain and anger doused with fear, he despised this man so deeply for his betrayal, all the pain and torment he had caused and inflicted upon everyone in the pursuit of his maniacal goals. He allowed nothing and no-one to step into his path or cross him without severe consequences and that just made this man all the more fear inspiring.
That's when realization kicked in, Kisuke tried to lift his arm to attack Aizen, it wouldn't move, his wrists and ankles trapped in place, Aizen made his intentions clear without a word, he was not going to let Kisuke leave freely. Kisuke furiously tried to free himself, his disregard to his own pain as the leather bindings were gradually cutting deep into his skin, he furthered his trial until his wrists and ankles could take no more, his attempts to no avail. His eyes flicked around the room, Benihime was nowhere in sight, the blond scoffed at his own stupidity in the moment, why would Aizen give him a chance to attack? He changed the direction of his burning glance to Aizen, he had taken pleasure in watching Kisuke's attempts to free himself, he looked upon Aizen's smirk in disgust "You damn bastard" his voice came out in no more than a low snarl.
Aizen moved towards Kisuke, that was the moment that he decided to make his attentions clear. He unsheathed Kyoka Suigetsu, dragging her across the floor sending small sparks flying into the air, fear presented itself unwelcome and unwanted within Kisuke's mind, images and scenarios of what happens next he wished he was anywhere but where he was. He struggled but his pain was only increased, Aizen was gliding closer his reiatsu flowing through the room only increasing the whirlpool of distress that was crushing Kisuke's heart. The blond's breath grew more frantic as he watched Kyoka Suigetsu raised and aimed towards him, Aizen was mere steps away, ten steps...five steps...two steps.
Kisuke braced for his death the worst case scenario in the forefront of his thoughts, a sharp pain traveled down his chest and his eyes flew open, he barely bit back a scream of pain, he would not give this man the pleasure of hearing his pain embodied in his cries. A sickening wave of uneasiness spread throughout him as he glanced up to see glinting steel with the tint of deep blood red, his blood.