The sun was just setting on the horizon as Amaya turned behind her to make sure she wasn't being followed. Usually she wasn't the type of woman to break the rules, but, so many questions lingered in the air.
Amaya had only been in the Soul Society for a short time, four weeks to be exact. She had made new friends and had been able to see a whole new world just because she had been granted a gift to see things other people couldn't.
Amaya had been welcomed by the soul reapers and in the back of her mind she knew this could be seen as betrayal, but still her curiosity still got the better of her and she just had to see him; this man that everyone referred to as Aizen.
Amaya knew he was labeled as a criminal and she had been warned by everyone not to enter the underground prison known as the muken.
Her heart raced as she quickly snuck her way down the narrow pathway that ran straight down what looked like a dense forest. She hoped that the trees would shield her from anyone's view.
Amaya paused as the doorway to the muken appeared before her. She hadn't thought about whether or not it would be guarded by someone. Tentatively, she moved forward, feeling that it would be safe enough to continue her quest.
Amaya held her breath as she felt the rapid beating of her heart in her ears. The light from the setting sun disappeared as she entered the dark tunnel that led her to a thick metal door. She frowned as she realized the door was surly going to be locked.
Amaya started to turn around and abandon her foolish journey but then she saw that the door had been left ajar. She couldn't help but think that something unseen was helping her now, and even though she knew the consequences of being caught would be high, she had to move forward.
This man she kept hearing so much about had not left her mind. She had to see him; to know what his face looked like, to talk with him just once in order to stem her ever growing curiosity.
Having made up her mind she tiptoed forward and pulled the thick metal door open, and was glad that the hinges didn't squeak the way she had feared they would. Amaya was greeted by darkness as she stepped inside the dank prison.
Amaya wasn't sure how she was going to find him or if there may be others imprisoned, but still she crept forward as she blinked her eyes rapidly. Finally, her vision adjusted to the dark and she could only see one small hallway that would lead her down the only path given.
Amaya paused again before she continued, her hands shook from a mixture of fear and excitement. She stood there for a couple minutes trying to gain her composure before pushing herself forward down the hallway. As she walked she couldn't help but wonder if she had gone down the wrong path. She didn't see any cramped prison cells, just the cold dark hallway.
"Is someone there?" Amaya heard a deep soothing voice call out to the darkness.
The sound of him speaking made her jump and she held her breathe so she wouldn't give herself away.
"I haven't had any company in quite a while. It's nice of you to drop in." The voice continued.
Amaya felt her face flush—how does he know I'm here!?
"Don't be shy. Step forward and let me see my visitor. Could it be you again, Head Captain Kyoraku?" he asked.
His voice sounded smooth and inviting and Amaya didn't feel as if she would be in any real danger. She walked forward and stepped into the small room. Her breathe caught in her chest as she saw what looked like a man being held to a wooden chair by thick black straps. Only one of his eyes and his mouth where visible. Amaya couldn't help but feel for him, being strapped down in such a way, forced to live in such isolation.
"Oh. I see it's not my old friend Kyoraku after all. What is your name?" Amaya heard him ask.
"My name is Amaya." She answered softly.
Amaya heard the feint sound of laughter coming from the chair and she decided to step closer. She could make out his facial features now and she was taken aback at how handsome he was. While the strap covering his right eye hid a good portion of his face, what she could see took her breathe away. Strong handsome features, his eyes were unlike any shade of brown she had ever seen, almost the color of honey.
"Amaya. What a pretty name. Tell me, what is a young woman like you doing here?" Aizen continued.
Amaya wasn't sure how to answer his question without feeling foolish, but she decided to be honest.
"I was curious about you." She admitted.
Amaya heard him laugh again.
"Curious? I can tell that you are not a soul reaper, Amaya. Would that make you human?" He asked.
"I am human." Amaya answered as she closed the gap between them.
She was now standing straight in front of the chair he was strapped to. She had never imagined she would find such a man like this. Amaya had been warned that he held the power of hypnosis and that he could bend people to his will, but she didn't feel as if her mind was being played with. She still felt the same as she had before entering the muken.
"In that case, I'm surprised you've even heard of me. Those old friends of mine must have told you I was here. Did they warn you about my abilities, I wonder." Aizen's smooth voice filled the small dark room.
He sounded as if he were teasing her now and she couldn't understand how he could manage any kind of humor given his situation.
"I have been told, yes." Amaya admitted.
Amaya watched as the side of his mouth lifted into a half smile.
"And yet you still decided to come see me for yourself." Aizen smiled fully as the one eye not covered met her gaze.
"Like I said, I was curious." She repeated.
"Ah, Curiosity can be a dangerous thing sometimes, but you have nothing to fear, Amaya." Aizen replied.
"I don't understand how you can be so calm." Amaya countered.
Aizen laughed softly as he looked at her. She could feel his gaze travel down her body and it send shivers down her spine.
He was an intense man, and she could feel the power he emitted. The room seemed to fill with a dense unseen force she could feel deep in her bones, like she was being caressed by his power. Even so, she still didn't feel any form of fear. Amaya kept her gaze on him as she waited for him to respond to her.
"It's fairly simple. I've been down here for quite some time now and it wouldn't be very polite of me if I acted any other way." Aizen answered.
Amaya stood silent in front of him, taking in his explanation. She heard he had been sentenced to twenty-thousand years by the central 46.
Amaya wondered how many years he'd been stuck down here all by himself? She heard enough about him to understand that he was basically immortal, and no longer needed food or any other needs her human body required.
Amaya found that the longer she stood in front of him her curiosity became fascination and outright attraction. While the bonds that held him to the chair covered parts of his body, from what she could see he was complete physical perfection and she found it difficult to keep her hand from reaching out to touch him. Her arm lifted midway but she paused in hesitation. Aizen smiled fully again as he watched her. Amaya met his gaze once more and continued to wait, silently asking for his permission.
"Go ahead. I'm happy to receive any form of sensation after so long." Aizen encouraged.
Amaya could feel his demeanor change as she lifted her palm higher and cupped the side of his jaw. His skin felt warm and it surprised her, she had expected him to feel as cold as the room be was banished to.
Aizen closed his eyes and seemed to be savoring the feel of her hand. Amaya never would have imagined the simple touch of her hand could have such an effect on a man.
"Such beautiful energy. Your touch is better than I anticipated, sweet Amaya." Aizen whispered.
His words caressed her senses and her hesitation evaporated. Amaya wanted to understand more of him, to really know him and most of all, she just wanted to give him her affection.
"I hope you won't think I'm being too bold, but I would like to give you more." Amaya whispered to him.
Amaya heard his reoccurring soft laughter and it made her chest tighten, with what she really couldn't place, but it felt like warmth.
His laugh was so comforting to her, a sure sign that even after so many years he was still able to maintain his own composure, but an immortal mind would be able to. He wasn't like any other man, because in fact, he was not just a mere man.
"What exactly did you have in mind? I'm afraid I really won't be able to give much back." Aizen replied.
Amaya knew he was referring to his binds, the thick straps that held him. She lowered her hand from his cheek and attempted to pull on one of them but found that they had no give whatsoever.
"You won't be able to move them. They are my binds, it is an advanced form of Kido." Aizen explained.
Amaya frowned as her brow furrowed in frustration.
"I can't help but notice that your curiosity has seemed to change into something else, something that seems a lot like interest." Aizen teased.
Amaya met his gaze again and simply nodded. She didn't see the point in lying about it, she was interested in him.
Aizen smiled.
"We won't have very much more time together, I am afraid. I can sense a spiritual pressure coming this way." He informed her.
Amaya's breath hitched as she took in his warning. Someone was coming, and if they had high enough spiritual pressure for him to sense them that meant it was either a captain of the Gotei 13 or one of the Lieutenants.
"If my guess is correct, you'll only have about ten more minutes with me, sweet Amaya. Use it wisely." Aizen warned.
Amaya's apprehension vanished and in one quick motion she brazenly climbed atop his bound lap, straddling his hips. Her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders and she leaned her body into his chest.
Amaya heard his harsh intake of breathe as so many sensations assaulted him at once, so much isolation from any form of contact had made him quite sensitive. Amaya took a moment to look at his face before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
Aizen's soft groan filled the room as she took control of the kiss. He couldn't move his head or neck so she tilted her own in order to deepen the kiss for him. Amaya's body shook from pure adrenaline and excitement.
Amaya had never known herself to be so forward, but it felt right. She moved her lips over his and he parted his in invitation. Amaya slipped her tongue into his waiting mouth and her body shook from the warmth that filled her. His tongue met hers and they mingled.
Amaya sat there, kissing him fiercely. The kiss only lasted a couple minutes, but it was clear it had affected them both. Amaya pressed her lips against his one last time before she pulled back. Aizen's gaze met hers and they both stared at each other for a while.
"Time doesn't seem to be on our side today. If you don't wish to upset my old friends, you should go now." Aizen instructed.
His voice was still so calm, so smooth. Amaya would hear his voice in her dreams and taste his kiss for the rest of her life.
Amaya took his warning seriously, she knew if she was found down here with him she would be labeled as a traitor of the 13 court guard squads and she herself would end up in The Maggots Nest deemed someone unfit to roam freely within the Seireitei.
Amaya didn't want to upset anyone, she enjoyed the company of the friends she had made. Amaya pushed herself from Aizen's lap and regained her composure. Slowly she turned her body away from him and began to walk back towards the dark depressing hallway, it broke her heart to know it was the only view he had in his world.
"I've enjoyed our visit. Come and see me again sometime, sweet Amaya." Aizen encouraged.
Amaya paused and turned her body to face him, he was once again in shadow surrounded by darkness.
"I will." She promised.
Quickly, Amaya hurried down the hallway hoping that whoever Aizen had sensed would not find her. She broke out into a run fearing her own capture. Amaya made it back to the giant door and pushed it back open.
The sun had completely set and she found herself in darkness. The light from the full moon overhead guided her way as she rushed down the narrow pathway hidden by trees.
Amaya slowed her pace once she reached the manicured landscape of the outskirts of the Seireitei and tried to calm her breathing. She was still a bit ways away from the main barracks but she was confident that she wouldn't be seen by anyone.
Amaya walked for a couple minutes alone, feeling relieved. She placed her hand to her lips and replayed the memory of her encounter with Aizen in her mind.
"What the hell are you doing all the way out here, woman!?" she heard a deep gruff voice bark from behind her.
Amaya stilled instantly and turned. She was greeted by a giant of a man. The Captain of Squad 11, Kenpachi Zaraki.
Amaya knew of this man and she felt her face flush—was his spirit energy the one Aizen had felt so clearly?
"Just out for a walk is all." Amaya replied, hoping she sounded convincing enough.
"Tch. This is no place for you to be exploring. Someone like you might get hurt." Kenpachi replied.
Amaya laughed nervously as she looked up at him. Kenpachi glared down at her with his one light green eye, his right eye was covered by his signature eye patch.
Amaya was thankful that he didn't seem to suspect her in any wrong doing, Captain Zaraki wasn't the type of man you wished to make an enemy of in any way. His expression was the same as always, he looked down right bored.
"I'm sorry, Captain Zaraki. I'll be sure to watch where I go from now on." Amaya replied.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's go." Kenpachi ordered as he started to lead them in the wrong direction.
"Um. Captain Zaraki, the barracks are this way, I think." Amaya explained as she pointed in the direction she faced. The large man paused mid step and glared down at her.
"Then lead the way, woman." he barked at her.
Amaya couldn't help but smile as she started walking, such a fierce man and yet he had absolutely no sense of direction.
Amaya's mind cleared and her body began to relax as she made her way back to the main entrance of The Seireitei. She counted her blessings and knew that she was incredibly lucky that the squad 11 captain hadn't ran into her earlier.
Amaya licked her lips and swore she could still taste the sweetness of Aizen's kiss on them. She had told him she would come and see him again, and that was a promise she intended to keep.
Next time, she would just have to be extra careful not to be seen and now that she knew the way to him it would be easier. One thing she knew for certain, it wasn't going to be the last kiss her and Sosuke Aizen shared.
(This story was written quite some time ago and is currently being revised and edited chapter by chapter, please excuse the poor grammar and typos if you wish to continue. (Hopefully I get it all! Thanks. -L.J.- )