Perfection
My first shot at a Bleach oneshot, is it any good? Its unbeta'd. Edited Sept. 3, 2010
I am a loyal servant to my master. I adore my master, he, to me, is perfection. He rules above my brothers and me, he tells us what to do, how to act, he practically lives for us. But there are those disloyal dogs that reject his actions. That rejects him. I enjoy watching their punishment, it is punishment they deserve. My master is a kind man. He brought my brothers and me to life, though you mustn't think he is my father, for he is not. He is my master. My master has a name of course; his name, his sweet, beautiful name is Aizen-sama.
Aizen-sama likes his control over me. He likes to keep my collar on tightly and yank on my leash. He thinks he has all this control over me, he thinks he forces me to partake in his activities, but he is wrong. He doesn't know that everything he does is perfection to me. He doesn't know that I adore him, or that every minute spent with him is heaven.
My brothers often laugh at me. They say I am the perfect little doll for Aizen-sama. I am like a lifeless little puppet that will do his bidding without a second though. Aizen-sama doesn't like it when they say such things. He doesn't like for me to be bothered by it, but when it does bother me, he says, "Don't listen to them. You are neither my puppet nor my doll. You are my beautiful, empty arrancar."
Empty. That's what he calls me. I am his beautiful, empty arrancar. He can make such an awful word seem like a compliment. The compliments that keep me under his spell, that keeps me loyal. He made me believe that I was truly his beautiful arrancar.
But my master wasn't as loyal to me as I was to him. My master made me cry, many times. It was his goal to publicly humiliate me, so that way when he made me feel like a star at night, it was tenfold better. In front of my brothers, he could laugh at me and point out all my flaws. In the light he would cast me aside like a broken toy that no longer holds his interest or attention. But those were the easy things to forgive.
It was when I was my master invited someone else to his bed that my heart shattered. At that moment I realized I wasn't only arrancar. I wasn't his only anything.
It was then that I realized my master was not as perfect that I thought he was.