Based on Lion- Hollywood Undead
I am a Lion
He slow walked up to the door, knowing what lies behind. You could almost say he was nervous, but nothing rattles his greatness.
And I want to be free
He turned the knob, the only light was from the doorway and the dim light of the candle on the table. Soon, the outside light disappeared, leaving the two occupants in the candlelight.
Slowly, he approached the bars that separated him from the other in the room. He heard the shifting of clothing and metal, his shackles hitting the floor no doubt.
Do you see the Lion
Amber eyes glowed as they stared the man down, their depths burning with unquenchable fire. They spoke defiance and hatred, and that's really how the other liked them.
When you look inside of me?
The man behind theses bars was scarily unique. His bright orange hair shown even in the dim light, the dancing flame making that same hair a flame itself. A self-imprinted scowl marred his face.
Outside your window
He knew he always watched him, even when wasn't inside the room. He could always feel the man's eyes as he walked through the white halls of his proclaimed kingdom.
Just to watch you as you sleep
This was not simply a man, but truly some kind of beast. He would tease the man when he had first been brought here, because, back then, he was so easy to stir.
Cause I am a Lion
He could only think that this man had more than he did, even sitting in this cell in front of him. Family, friends, power. Sure, the man had power, per say. There was only one difference. His power had warded off others, while the other man used it to draw people to him.
Made from things you cannot be
This infuriated him to no end, but that anger had calmed with time. A piece of his brown hair got into his equally brow eyes. He slicked it back with the rest of it, getting it to behave. Aizen stood there, thinking.
How can I sleep at night
The man behind the cells watched Aizen carefully, his own thoughts running through his head. Some of them weren't even his thoughts.
He's right there, King. Why not kill him?
It whispered in his mind, even as he slept. He knew that voice, and he held on to it. That voice and the other were what held his sanity.
When there's a war
inside my head?
There was an image that flashed through his head, most likely due to his counterpart, of a young girl. Her blond hair and close-eyed smiles. He could almost smell her work in the kitchen.
I found a Lion
Then there was also the follow-up of her mutilated corpse. The way her pure blood was spoiled by this man's hands. Scattered were her innards as Aizen stood there casually. The girl's twin was in no better state.
Hidden beneath my bed
His spirit power swirled as he thought, and Aizen tilted his head.
"Thinking of the twins?"
I will not hide myself
The way that Yuzu had tears tracking down her porcelain face as Aizen held her in front of him. Even if the older of the two wouldn't admit it, tears flew down her slightly tanned skin as she tried to reach her sister and brother.
From the tears
that you shed
He slowly stood, his shackles clinking. Aizen rose a brow, trying to find the other's motives for movement. The only ones he ever truly moved for was Stark and Harribel.
Cause I am a LION
He shifted his right hand over his shoulder. Aizen knew that movement, and smiled a bit. He was reaching for his sword, but Aizen wasn't dumb enough to let him keep it. He had placed it under several wards, ones he could not break.
"Zangetsu."
He voice was harsh from not speaking, but it was strong non-the-less. The large butcher's knife flew through all the walls and wards to get to him.
"How-"
But before he could finish speaking, he had been cut down.
And you are dead
Let's go home, King.
