JC: A short drabble inspired by a fanart entitled "Aizen-sama's broken toys" made by elevenfreckles deviantart. Visit her deviant page to view this artist's awesome work! Here's the link to the art: http : / fav. me/ d2wa7gf (Just remove the spaces) The story is actually based on Ulquiorra's perspective but not in a first person point of view. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach and its characters. I only own this little drabble.

Broken Toy

He was broken—torn limb, beaten, weak and useless. He had no more strength. He was nothing but a toy for that man, an emotionless doll with no purpose in life but to serve him. He was just a toy like everyone else.

Sousuke Aizen—that was the name of his owner. He was not given a choice. He was given immeasurable strength, but that strength alone was not for his own use. He could not decide to move on his own, because he was just a toy. A toy can never lay harm upon his owner.

Now he was broken. He was trash. He was like the rest of the discarded toys. They complain, they rant, and they seek revenge. He knows that the toys were in pain, drowning themselves in despair and anger. However, none of them will ever know the pain he felt. He did not die a death the same as them. For a toy that had nothing, he received a very special gift in the end.

He found her strange the first time he saw her. He found her fascinating when he saw her strength. He found her alluring for the beauty she possessed. He faced her, confronted her more than once. He had heard her cry, he had seen her rebel. He was merely ordered to take care of her, but he cannot deny the attraction he felt.

Then the moment of death came. He found it ludicrous to be overpowered by some human trash. He lost the will to live. His owner has no use for subordinates who lose. But she reached out to him. She should have feared him, yet she still shed tears for him. She was not afraid of him.

He finally understood then. She made him realize that a toy like him can also feel emotions. She entrusted him with a heart and it was a shame he could no longer be with her. He was a void of nothingness. He would be forgotten like the rest of the trash.

It was fated. He was just a toy—a broken toy.

He was a broken toy inside a box now. Other toys were there, with their weight pressed on him. As they increased in numbers, he started loosing himself.

He had no purpose. Yet his mind kept thinking of the woman. A toy like him should not feel such emotions toward a human. A toy like him does not even deserve the woman's tears.

He woke up from what it seemed an eternity of sleep. The first thing he saw was her. Tears were streaming down her face, yet it did not hinder the glow of her smile. She was so beautiful.

But how was he alive?

He was supposed to be in pieces. He was supposed to lay hidden in the darkness of the box amongst the others.

She took his hand into hers, placing it against her temple as she closed her eyes. "Thank goodness...You're alive," she said between her sobs.

At that moment, he realized it was her. She was the one who looked for him in the pile of broken toys. She went beyond and reached for him inside the box. She glued back the pieces and took care of him.

He lifted a hand to his chest. There, he could feel it beating—the heart she gave him. He was once Aizen's subordinate, forgotten and wasted. And now he was this woman's heart.

He was a broken toy no more.

The End

JC: Short, wasn't it? Well, this just came to me in a spur of moment, especially after seeing elevenfreckle's art. Notice that Aizen's name is the only one who really popped up here. It wasn't really romantic or anything, but I just had to write it. Thanks for the time! Please review and no flaming.