(I do not own bleach and anyone saying otherwise is a liar and wants me to get in trouble)

Anyway~

These are insights into Gin's life after his defection according to my three interlocking abuse fics. Which, as I have been told, by many people, they are worth a read. *shrugs* I'm just gonna have to take their word for it on that though.

However, until all three abuse fics 'My imitated smile', 'Abusive compulsive', and 'Manipulating the mentalist' are all fully completed, these will remain oneshots.

This fic has no constructed plot and will just be a loose collection of stories of Gin's life in hell. Aka – Las Noches. In the abusi-verse I have previously created. They may not end up being very long, but they will not be pretty, and are definitely not for the faint hearted.

That said, ignore my rantings and just take these insights as they come. Ideas are welcome and much appreciated. I'm trying to limit myself to 800 words max for each of these - about the length of an average scene for me. So um... just enjoy.

Snapshot 1: Eat

Gin walked into the kitchen slowly, having been summoned there. He didn't really want to go, but still, he went. Albeit very reluctantly, but still he went. There was nobody else around, so it was quiet. Too quiet even.

He walked into the large, blindingly white room filled once again with the feeling of dread building up in him and clawing at his insides. He did not know what was going to happen next, because Aizen's behaviour was so unpredictable. Much like it always had been. But this time he wasn't being summoned for sex or a beating, and Gin was unable to determine whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. Because if it was sex at least he knew what was coming, right now he had no clue whatsoever.

Because he never could read Aizen, ever.

The personality change in Aizen never could be foretold. When he would become violent and sadistic was always a mystery to him. And it frightened him. And there were very few things in this world and the next that scared Ichimaru Gin.

"Good, you're here. Sit down."

Aizen was there, having already set the table. Were they going to eat together? Was that what he had in mind?

No, wait, the table was only set for one. What was going on here?

"Take a seat Gin."

Aizen's cold voice echoed into the large, empty room. He was facing away from him and standing over the stove, stirring something. Gin took slow, unsteady steps towards the chair nearest to him and pulled it out from the table, dragging it across the floor. Slowly. Then moving to stand in front of the chair.

Aizen left the pot he was cooking on the stove and slowly walked over towards Gin. Gin swallowed, fearing the worst. Mentally preparing himself for a beating or being made to eat some form of insect or disgusting and vile food. He trembled slightly, feeling Aizen's hands place themselves firmly onto his shoulders and gently pressing downwards and guiding him so that he was sitting on the chair. Gin didn't make a single sound, only watching as Aizen then went back over to the stove and returned to him carrying a hot saucepan filled with only god knows what, and a large serving spoon. Gin took a deep breath, expecting to see some form of insect or even raw meat placed before him. Something, anything vile enough to make him physically sick. But when Gin saw nothing of the sort placed before him, he was a little confused.

Rice. What he saw was rice. Plain, boiled rice. Bland. Unflavoured.

He sat there looking at it until Aizen returned to sit opposite him at the small table, having placed the pan and the spoon on the far work surface, if not back on the stove. Sitting there looking at him seriously.

"Eat."

Gin looked at the food that had been placed before him. His mouth not even salivating at the thought of devouring it. For really, he had been starving himself for days now, if not weeks.

"I don't want to."

Aizen sighed, somewhat frustrated at this point. His voice becoming more demanding now.

"Eat, or I will force you to eat."

Gin's eyes went to the fork beside his plate and then back to the food. Reluctantly picking it up as Aizen sat there and watched him. Because if Aizen ordered him to eat, then he had to eat. Aizen observed as Gin slowly scooped up the rice on his fork and raise it to his mouth with his ever trembling hand. His eyes betraying nothing of the concern that he was feeling. He watched as Gin slowly ate the entire plateful of the food he had been given and then place the fork back down onto the plate. He watched as his subordinate ingested every single grain of the rice that he had prepared for him, and then looked at Gin again, this time making eye contact for the first time since he had entered the kitchen.

"Can I go now?" Gin asked, spitefully, as if he had been asked to do something that he despised.

"Yes." Aizen replied, his tone softening again, and becoming wearier. "You may go now."

And with that Gin got up and left. Exiting a substantial amount faster than he had come in and just as quietly, he closed the door behind him, leaving Aizen alone again with nothing but his thoughts for company.

Wow, its not mature, but it's a good insight into life for Gin after MTM.

Aizen in this one, I feel torn between which side of him we are seeing. Is this the Bastard Aizen just keeping him alive for the sake of having him alive as a toy? Or is this the Good Aizen (Sousuke) that's fighting against his inner bastard?

I shall let you decide. Though I suspect the latter.