Disclaimer:
I do not own any part of Bleach. I will never own any part of Bleach. I'm a devoted fan, with raging plotbunnies that like to mate in my brain.
A/N:
Well, this took about an hour or so. I enjoyed writing it... I think it'll give you readers a fresh look of the ever smiling Ichimaru. Heh. Enjoy.
Warning:
There's nothing inappropriate in this story except for a reference for violent and macabre themes. So, young Bleach fans, read away.
My Thanks To:
Well, myself for this one. It's 100 me.
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Ichimaru Gin had always had a natural aversion for them. In truth, disdain was never far from his eyes when he was forced by Aizen to stay in the meeting room, twisting and bending his fingers behind his back in discomfort. And, in truth, they had never known why.
They'd never known what the sun had looked like, and how it could make even the dreariest of characters have life and joy. They'd never known what the animals had been like, and how innocently peaceful they made the atmosphere. They'd never known the faces of the normal ones, the ones without the fragments of bones and distorted eyes and voices. They'd never known. To them, the sight of their new Gods, these Shinigami (their natural enemy no less), were like... like completely different organisms.
They weren't the different ones, the Shinigami were. They were their enemies turned leaders. Because of this gathered information, it was hard for Ulquiorra to not be confused.
That's why, as that word left Ichimaru's lips and ricocheted off the walls of the meeting hall, Ulquiorra was stunned into silence.
How dare he. How dare this Shinigami.
But the word left Ichimaru Gin's mouth once more, before he closed his lips tightly, eyes wide in horror.
"Monsters..."
The word cut through him, and the sting, oh, the sting. Never had he been so offended; never had Ulquiorra felt the urge to rip off his helplessness and beat that frightened face off this 'imperial' Shinigami coward. He would have been willing to take the punishment, he was willing to accept the end of his life so that he could protect his brothers-in-arms from the harsh words of loathing that sprung from the lips of this... of this swine. He was willing!
But as Gin took a step back, hands trembling as he reached defensively for the hilt of his zanpakutou, something caught his eye. Aizen had raised his fist within seconds and thrust it snappily against his subordinate's cheek.
He'd just backhanded his ex-fukutaichou!
It was their turn to be shocked as they watched Aizen grab Ichimaru by his collar and drag him to meet his chest.
"From this day forth, they are our legion. From this day forth, with them at our heels, we will rip down the barrier separating our new world from that of the living and the Soul Society. From this day forth, our hell will walk the earth and will bring with it the salvation the world has asked from me for centuries. And if you cannot look on them as your soldiers within the next three minutes, yours will be among the masses of corpses that fall at my feet."
Ichimaru trembled in his Lord's grasp as he forced a nod.
"I'm pleased with your compliance, Gin. See to it that word never leaves those quivering lips of yours again, for the sake of your head."
Now, this Shinigami was one Ulquiorra could follow.
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A/N:
Well, I hope you enjoyed. R/R.
