The large manila envelope appeared under the door and slid across the highly polished marble floor of his office. Sōsuke Aizen raised his dark brown eyes from the paperwork he had been poring over to stare at it. What could this be? Annoyed by the interruption, he stood up from his desk with languid elegance to stretch his long arms and legs leisurely before stepping around his desk to retrieve the envelope. His hand massaged the sore muscles in his neck as he bent to pick it up. He had worked late today just like he did almost every day. Building his company and destroying other corporations was his life and had always brought him satisfaction where other parts of his life had failed to fulfill him. Dropping the envelope on the edge of his desk, he returned to his paperwork to sign the last few lines that would finalize his takeover of another business, securing what someone else had built to add it to his already expansive holdings. Once they were signed, he put down his pen to pick up the letter opener that looked like a dagger. Slitting open the envelope, he spilled the contents over his desk. Pictures. Dozens of pictures. Picking up one, he stared at the image of his attractive wife leaning close to whisper into the ear of a male companion. He studied her from her dark auburn red hair to her lips that were almost the same color. Her eyes were closed so he could not see them. If he had a conscience he would feel guilty for not being able to recall their color. How long had it been since he had looked into her eyes? He honestly could not remember. Picking up another picture, a stab of envy momentarily pricked his heart when he saw her locked in a passionate kiss with the silver haired man. Silver hair? Only one person he knew had such unusual colored hair.
"Well, well, Gin," he murmured, searching for another picture to confirm the man's identity. He found one, bringing it close to his face to study it. It was extremely disquieting to see the man with the permanent foxish grin and narrow, nearly nonexistent eyes was not smiling in the photo: the man's eyes were open and staring into the eyes of his wife.
Green. Her eyes were green. But Gin knew that. Damn him. How dare he. The two people closest to him in life had dared to defy him together; to go behind his back and...were they in love? If it had been just sex it might not have bothered him so much, but the way they looked at each other hinted at more which was obvious even in the still photographs.
Sōsuke allowed the rage to fill him. He violently shoved everything from his desk, including every last picture onto the floor. Glass shattered and metal pinged as the decorative paperweight she had given him hit the marble floor along with the letter opener and other various objects that had been on his desk. His dark brown hair flopped over in his face from the exertion of the tantrum, and he indulged in issuing a primal cry of anger that echoed off of the walls of his cavernous office back to his ears. Putting one hand on his hip while running the other through his hair to smooth it back into its previous place swept back from his face, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself and think.
Sōsuke had grown tired of his wife as of late. That had given him another reason to put in more hours at the office. He might as well be productive while ignoring her. He had to devise a way to rid himself of her; preferably without a messy divorce that would divide him from his fortune. Thankfully it would not effect his power. However, it could damage his reputation. Sitting down on the edge of his desk that was now clear of everything, every last paper and photograph, he rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger while the gears of evil turned in his head. Opening his bottom desk drawer, he rifled through the files to find the paperwork on a new acquisition that might be helpful.
Wonderland. At first he had considered not buying the bar notorious for illegal drugs and illicit sex. Owning such a heinous institution could disparage his good name after all. Once he decided to buy it, he had hired one of his many front men to make the purchase using a pseudonym he often employed to buy such an establishment that was less than satisfactory from a legitimate business standpoint. The bar would serve its purpose by bringing in money that the government could not and would not touch while also operating as a money laundering operation for his other not so lawful endeavors. It could also be an easy way to get rid of his wife. He would appear to be the victim; his philandering, backstabbing wife would be killed by her own sick addictions while he would play the part of the shocked, hurt husband; garnering sympathy and avoiding suspicion.
"Alice in Wonderland," he spoke out loud to himself.
He could not stop the triumphant smirk that spread across his face with the irony of his wife's first name linked with the name of the bar. It would make a great headline. Even bad press would be a good thing - bringing out the curious fanatics of everything morbid in droves thereby sending the profit margin through the roof because they would have to experience the allure of Wonderland for themselves. His smirk enlarged into a broad self-satisfied smile when he thought of what it would bring him; adoring, gorgeous women who would want to comfort him in his hour of need along with sympathetic business associates complete with heavy financial handouts and gifts to ease his mourning. It was going to be fantastic.
As always, thanks to my beta, xfang-girlx. This is only the teaser introduction to the fic. I can describe what is to follow with three D's: dark, deleterious, and disturbing. Would you expect anything less from Sōsuke Aizen? If you are under 18, please don't read. I can't be responsible for that kind of damage.
WARNING: Contains sex, drugs, and...no rock and roll but definitely sex and drugs. Once again, if those things bother you, please don't read. There will be no happily ever afters here.
Next chapter will be published within the week.