Denial.
Denial.
Denial.
...Was this it...?
...Was this how it was going to end...? Everything seemed to blur, the hazed atmosphere testament to his mood.
I knew.
After all this time, it had always been so. Every lie had lead up to this moment. A long, bloody trail... the stains would never wash out.
Gin.
Anyone would have called Aizen's choice of pets foolish, but they each had their own twisted value, even if it was not in loyalty.
They had performed.
Until dead.
Gin had now signed his name on the hitlist.
But even so, foolish... foolish... the thoughts were clear.
You were stupid to have ever held out your hand.
Really, now.
Thinking on it...
...Gin himself was a warning sign.
Stay away.
But the red lights were blinding.
Aizen knew a traitor when he saw one, and he had still fallen into the trap...
Or was that true?
No.
He had purposefully bound the child prodigy to his presence so this would never happen, but it seemed their century together had not stopped the inevitable.
It would have never been enough.
Gin had proven himself to be another fool amongst many, and had chosen to bite Aizen's most generous hand.
The hand that fed now bled, ironically. The choice itself was as good as tying a noose around his neck, and now the rope was squeezing tight.
Choked on suspense, those grasping teeth had taken more than food - how about a few fingers, too?
No. Gin wanted more – too much. But a runt could not be overfed without risk...
...And the Hougyoku was a prize beyond all others.
But...
...Was this how was it going to end?
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite has my utmost respect for creating the wonderful fandom of Bleach, and with this disclaimer I would like to acknowledge the fact I own not one thing about it (except this fic).