THIS STORY CONTAINS HINAMORI- BASHING. IF YOU ARE A HINAMORI FAN I STRONGLY SUGGEST THAT YOU READ ANOTHER STORY INSTEAD.
Useless Notes: Well, now that I got that warning over and done with, I suppose that either you aren't a fan of Hinamori, or that you just don't really care.
Allrighty then, I guess we can start, but not before you know the reason why I even warned you in the first place.
See, the story that you are about to read is another monologue this time, from Aizen-taichous' point of view and how he really feels about his lieutenant, Hinamori-kun.
Again, you are more than welcome to say anything you feel about this story, as long as it's gonna help me in the future.
Disclaimer: If Bleach were mine, Hitsugaya would be a little taller. snicker
(No offense to all Hitsugaya fans out there)
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I Don't Love You
It seems that there's been a mistake regarding the way you remember me.
You think I miss you.
You think I'm regretting my decision on leaving Soul Society.
You think there's still some good left in me.
However, these are only what you think.
That doesn't mean that it's true.
Thoughts are different from facts.
Well, since there is obviously something wrong with the way you think, then allow me to get your facts straight.
I don't miss you. Not at all.
The only thing I regret about leaving Soul Society is that I wasn't able to finish off Abarai-kun and that pesky ryoka.
If there was even a tiny bit of that 'good' left in me, then I guarantee you that it dissolved a long time ago.
There. Happy?
I hope not.
Leaving Soul Society wasn't such a difficult thing for me to do. I don't have any guilty feelings about joining the Menos.
I actually like the view from my throne up here.
But enough about me; what about you?
How are you doing in Soul Society now that I left you?
Still groveling in the dirt like always, my dear lieutenant?
Oh come now, don't give me that look.
Of course I still remember you.
Yes, in fact, my memory extends all the way back to when we first met.
When I arrived, you saw me as a god.
I was your hero.
So, you did everything you could to get into my division, and when you did, you became my lieutenant.
Ever since then, we've been inseparable.
You filth.
Don't you know that a god and an insect could never be together?
You weren't my lieutenant; you were my slave.
You willingly did everything I told you to do.
No objection, no complaint.
You were the ideal lieutenant.
Not for me, though.
My only lieutenant is Gin.
Your skills and mine are worlds apart.
There was absolutely no way I would recognize you as a lieutenant.
You're weak.
You're soft.
You're useless.
You're everything I'm not.
That's why I don't like you.
I never did.
I don't care about you.
Oh my, poor Hinamori.
I made her cry.
It seems Hitsugaya-kun will be after me now.
But it's all right, I guess. I could use the exercise.
There, now that I've straightened your thoughts and your facts, you can go crawl back into your hole and rethink everything that I've said.
Now get out of my sight.
I don't want to see your face ever again.
Now go, you're dirtying the floor with your tears.
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A/N: Please review and don't you dare scold me about bashing poor Hinamori like that.
