title: desert
author: torpidserpents
pairing: kaname tousen/ichimaru gin; Aizen
rating: pg-13
summary: sometimes, things come along that capture and break you.
Secrecy doesn't exist in a place like Hueco Mundo. The quite, barren lands hold no secrets. Standing in midst of the rolling sands that have no end, no destination; one would think they are in their own little world. The feeling of oblivion and carelessness can overpower the naïve, leaving a false sense of security than can't and won't be shaken off. The eyes see dust and darkness, the ears hear nothing — you feel you can do and say as you wish, this is your one moment of peace.
It is beautiful, it is a trap.
He knows this for sure, because he is caught. He travels with the weight of chains, holding him down; securing the inevitable. He may leave the desert, return to Las noches if it pleases him; but, even there, he cannot escape. Where the desert is a snare, las noches is the bait. He is unable to determine the greater threat of the two.
a familiar presence reminds him.
the bait. he can feel the ropes of the desert tighten with strength as he watches through a hidden gaze. As he watches, he can't help but think he never had a chance — not against this. The implausibility of the situation never shook, the impossibility of him being the thing to break through defenses. the years he spend under Aizen could not protect him from this; even a cautious man would fall.
A lesser man even more.
He indulges himself in thinking that his bait, the enticer, as he so fondly calls him, can see his restraints. He can see how he is hopelessly caught. For certain, those unseeing eyes know; the chains are in his hands. he can be life or death of him if he chose.
the figure disappears as quickly as it came; he knows its destination. Gin will follow; the chains the bind him allow nothing less. He is sure that he knows this as well; after all, the deserts hold no secrets, especially from the one he'd never allow his back too. The one who he is sure watches as he flash steps into the night.
the desert surrounds him with fall security; he can't help but anticipate, can't help but let his chains lead him. las noches far into the distance, he sees a white uniform through the sand. the presence of the desert thickens, almost encases him — them.
his sword is lays abandoned, eyes solely focused on the increasing ratio of dark skin exposed only to him.
surely, this is trap. he can't hide from this.