Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
A/N: A short AizenXHarribel fic...YEAH. It may be a bit OOC, but who knows just how exactly these two think? I mean, with boobs like that, Harribel might try and use them to her advantage...!
Aizen could tell without a doubt that Tia Harribel was simply playing with his emotions.
The way she stared back at him with those cold, soulless icy-green eyes.
The way she purposely placed a predominant swagger in her step whenever she departed from the meeting room.
The way she positioned her arms so as to make her incredibly generous bust appear just a little bit bigger.
The way she would "accidentally" step into his room after having taken a long, hot shower.
The way her eyes always look him up and down so swiftly, as if judging if he's really worth it.
The way she seemed to always listen to his long-winded speeches so intently.
The way she muttered things under her breath so quietly that it was barely audible, but he could still hear them.
The way she just STOOD THERE with a smug look on her face, saying everything and yet nothing at the same time.
Aizen knew these were all her little tricks; not even he, her creator, her master, was immune to the impressive feminine charm the Tres Espada possessed. In a way, this made her more dangerous than either Barragan or Starrk in terms of intimidation. The only arrancars in all of Las Noches who havr been noted as capable of looking past this cruel woman's hidden seductions were Charlotte Cuuhlhourne and Ulquiorra Cifer, for vastly different reasons of course. That was how deadly she was.
Still, Aizen fought with every fiber of his being to resist the powerful temptations rising from deep within him. Not only were the two of them totally different species, but he had a reputation to keep in the eyes of the arrancar. He could not allow himself to become smitten with one of his own creations, especially one that was entirely expendable.
He was going to become the man who will sit at the top, and to do that he had to remain impartial to every humanly desire, including desires of the flesh. He cared for no man but himself, and that was that. He had made this painful, daunting decision long, long ago as a child, and he had fully understood the consequences of this decision even then.
That was why Aizen was both deeply infatuated, and deeply infuriated, with the Tres Espada. He did not allow his innermost emotions to show on his face, but he despised her greatly for making him feel this way. He was the only one who was allowed to have control over his own feelings; he hated this woman for bringing about these foreign emotions into his gray, empty heart, pulling at his strings as if he were a puppet.
He abhorred her, and yet he did nothing. He required her aid in his conquest to eradicate the Gotei 13. That was his only reason for allowing her to continue to play him for a fool, slowly tearing his soul apart piece by piece. He was enduring it all so he could become a true God.
That was why, as he and the final three Espada descended into Karakura Town, Aizen personally wished for two things to take place. He wanted Harribel to die...but he also wanted her to live. He would hate her forever if she lived, but he would never forgive her if she died. He loved, and hated, everything about her. She was the angel in his dreams, and the demon in his nightmares.
Either way, for both Harribel and Aizen...no matter how this battle ended, it would not be a happy ending for them.
