Disclaimer : I do not own Bleach (but I wish I did)
Pairing : Shinji Hirako x Sosuke Aizen
Total : 336 words
Setting : post-war
Warning : emo thoughts
Word from the moron : I've done the "a drabble a day" during July, in French, and I've decided to translate them. I'm French, so my english isn't that good, and I won't bite if you correct me.
I've chosen Aizen and Shinji as a subject, because their relations are so complicated and fascinating... There will be some AUs, some genderbend, and LOTS of Shinji/Aizen love. I'll try to translate as much as I can.
Prompt : Beginning
On second thought, the punishment placed upon him by the Central 46 was more than appropriate. For once, these idiots had managed to do something right ... Shutting him here, unable to move, denied any contact with anyone, alone with his thoughts as the one and only company The only thing that awaited him anymore was losing his mind due to loneliness... It was particularly appropriate ... and cruel, but it was well deserved, after all. And with nothing to do but think, it was no surprise that, despite all his efforts, his thoughts eventually returned to his past. And even to a specific time in his past.
The time he found himself associated with a strange, blonde, long-haired captain (with a princess haircut, no less!), so far away from his idea of what a captain shoud be. With that impossible, casual attitude, that offensive language, and that love for human music... A surprising captain. And he grew fond of him, in spite of himself. Actually, he didn't expect it, really. They were so different, it seemed impossible. And yet ...
Yet, even without realizing it, his strange captain quietly marched through all his defenses, and took possession of his heart as easily as if he had been offering it on a silver platter. If he had known, at that time, that he would suffer so much, perhaps he would have rejected him, or protected him better, so he wouldn't have fallen victim of its plans. It was useless to think about the past, now. He was only torturing himself. But did he really have something else to do now than hurting himself more and more ?
A tear rolled down the leather strips that were sealing him, a tear that foreshadowed many others. And he wished for the madness to come quickly, for it would at least have the merit to destroy all his memories of Shinji, and the incredible hole in his dying heart.
In the end, I started to think of the beginning...
LET'S HUG THE PSYCHOPATH !