A/N~Ah, my latest chapter... anyway, basic BLAH BLAH BLEACH AIN'T MINE BLAH... I take prompts if you've got 'em... enjoy!
He stood in the corner.
Smiling.
Silent.
Watching hell through slits.
The room was sickening white.
Sterile.
Plain.
His master sat apon his throne.
Confident, calm and relaxed.
Smiling.
Chuckling.
"Gin? Come here for a moment."
He beckons.
He comes.
"Can I help ya, Aizen-taicho?"
"I would like your opinion on something."
Gin Ichimaru nods stiffly, awaiting whatever slime would spill from Aizen's lips.
"What do you think of Matsumoto Rangiku?"
"...That girl from the tenth? I dunno. Why?..."
"She's quite beautiful."
"...I guess..."
"Do you dislike her?"
"...don't got much of a opinion..."
"I wanted to get her for you."
"...whacha mean?..."
"I thought you needed an...outlit to realese tention."
"...And if my tention don't need reales'n?..."
"I'll find her another...companion."
"...I'll take her...if she's unharmed..."
Aizen raised a brow.
"...won't be as pretty all scratched up..."
"Of course. Happy, healthy, and all yours."
"Thanks, Aizen-taicho..."
He returned to his corner.
Three days later, Gin was reminded that Aizen-taicho is a liar.