Yeah you know the drill I don't own bleach I just abuse the characters.

Dying here or there

Here he was staring at his demise. The last moments of his life ticking away. So many things left unsaid to those he cared about. So many things left undone.

"Are you scared, Gin?"

Gin's eyes opened wide. His scarlet eyes drinking in a possible savior. The man glanced behind him at the blade. Then back to the silver haired man. He knew now that Gin couldn't resist his offer to leave now. "Lets go,"

Aizen hadn't forsaken him after all. He had come here to save him. "Aizen," gin said softly.

The bi-speckled man said nothing, he moved to quick for Gin to see he just knew that suddenly he was tucked under Aizen's arm. He frowned, he was much to tall for this to look even remotely cute. Aizen's arm was wrapped tightly around his middle leaving his legs and arms to dangle. He wanted to complain but he was being rescued.

"Gin!" cried a voice.

"Ran!" he called back. She was jumping towards him her hand reaching for his. The tenth captain right behind her his eyes aimed for Aizen his hand reaching behind him, for his trusted sword.

Being rescued by Aizen meant that his time in Soul Society was over. Still he reached for her hand.

The strawberry blonde was so close. Her silver eyes locked with his scarlet ones. They were close.

"Aizen!" roared Toshiro.

Aizen smirked. "Farewell Toshiro-kun."

Rangiku's fingers just barley brushed the pale thin ones before they were gone.

Gin looked up sadly at his rescuer. The rescuer looked back. No ones were passed between them just silent understanding. There would be no going back and no forgiveness. Gin was trapped forever now. Aizen would receive nothing from Gin unless he forced it.

Perhaps given enough time things could be mended.

XxX

Matsumoto slowly descended to the ground. Gin was saved but lost forever now. He would never return to her.

Clearly her feeling were shared. Kira too looked as if his whole world was collapsing on top of him. His head was bowed his whole body silently shaking in grief.

"He's still here," the thirteenth captain said suddenly. He quickly flashed stepped away.

"Hey!" the eighth captain called after. He too disappearing. The faithful lieutenant Nano also followed, chasing after her captain.

There was an uneasy silence now. The captains silently waiting for an order to do something. The elder of the captains stood silent though. He was clearly in thought at the situation at hand.

"What's gonna happen now Ken-Chan?" asked a small pink haired girl asked pulling her self up onto her captain's shoulder.

He shrugged. "Who knows," he sighed.

"Is Smiley gonna be okay?"

"Probably. He's pretty strong,"

The young lieutenant nodded in understanding.

Matsumoto looked at her captain he too landing on the ground. "Ichimaru would want you to be happy, Matsumoto. Not right now but in time, I want you to smile again. That's an order."

His green eyes looked sadly at her. She could not look back at him. "You should check on Hinamori," she said.

He was right of course. To wallow forever in grief would have made Gin sad. He's not dead after all. Perhaps one day their paths would cross once more. This wasn't goodbye forever. This was just like any of Gin's goodbyes. He left her again without a word of notice. (Not that is was his fault this time, of course.) He would wander back to her again. He always did. Without fail. As long as they both still drew breath they would meet again. She would make sure of it.

XxX

They hadn't left Soul Society yet. Quite suddenly Stark appeared next to them.

"We better hurry Aizen-Sama," he warned.

"Their in that tower," the brunette haired man said pointing to the building. "Get them. I'll deal with the captains."

Stark nodded and was gone in a flash.

Aizen turned to look at the man in behind him. "Ukitake," he said calmly.

"Aizen." his pale hand went to his sword. "I'm afraid your end at will be at my hand."

Aizen scoffed. "Not likely," his hand reaching towards his own sword. Unsheathing his blade, he saw that there was really no need to though. The thirteenth captain was frozen, looking just over his shoulder.

Aizen too glanced behind him.

In the shadows of the white tower stood a familiar face to squad thirteenth squad.

"Kian?" whispered the sickly man.

That was all the time he needed. Quickly he swung at the frozen captain.

A flash of pink stopped his blade. The eighth captain had been able to stop his blade with his bare hand. Lifting his hat up a bit he frowned. "That wasn't very nice of you, Sousuke-kun."

Gin sighed all the while still being held like a little kid. He was really hoping they weren't going to start fighting. That didn't seem like it would end to well for him. He turned to look what had distracted the pale captain so. The familiar face of the former lieutenant of squad thirteen smiled at him. Of course that wasn't really the deceased Kain, but the ninth Espada. Of course no one hear would have known that.

Sousuke glared at the man in front of him. He tightened his grip on the silver haired man tucked underneath his arm. A beam of yellow cero shot threw the sky at them. Both men jumping back just in time.

Hailabeil's signal. It was time to go.

Aizen flashed stepped as fast as he could away from the assaulting captains. The third and ninth Espadas appearing to his right. His loyal first carrying two weakened Espada's to his left.

"Lets get out of here," demanded Aizen.

"Yes, Aizen Sama," Stark replied sliding to a stop threw the air. The blonde Espada quickly opened the gates to the outside world. Getting them out of the world of shikigami.

Gin took a final look at the world. This was the last time he would see it. How sad. How truly sad.

XxX

Together they sat. Saki bottles littered the table and the floor. Matsumoto, Hisagi, Kira, Kyoraku, Nano, Renji, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Hinamori, and several others. Lieutenants and Captains alike sat together in a drunken silence. Not all were drinking of course.

Nano stood behind her captain obediently frowning every time he reached for another bottle. Hinamori too, denied any liquor passed her way. Perhaps she was suffering cause Aizen was gone again but that didn't seem right, she had said she was over him. Whatever the fifth lieutenant's reason for being there it didn't matter. They could all greave, and mope together.

"Captain," sobbed Kira for the millionth time that night. Hisagi would just pat his shoulder and say

"At least your captain is still alive,"

Kenpachi then would answer, "Ah, Tousen was a jack ass anyway, no need to greave him,"

Hisagi would then frown and drink in one big gulp whatever was left in his sake bottle.

Matsumoto sighed they needed a change in dialogue. Not that she could think of anything uplifting at this point. "He'll come back Kira," she said. "He always does,"

Kira sniffed. "Captain,"

Everyone sighed as Hisagi began to speak.

XxX

Gin wandered threw this new house. At first he was curious of where they might be and then realized he didn't care. He was just really, really mad. So he broke everything and anything he could. If he could pick it up and throw it he did.

After ten minutes of listening to the onslaught of cursing and smashing Aizen decided to put a stop to it.

"Gin," he said calmly entering the room that was being destroyed by his subordinate. This was the first they had spoken since the rescue. "You're making quite a racquet, and ruining my things."

"Good," the thin man snarled back kicking a vase across the room.

Aizen calmly watched his vase shatter into tiny pieces. The man looked back at Gin, who was breathing heavily having broken and smashed everything he could in this room.

The former fifth captain calmly removed his glasses and pocketed them. "Are you done?"

"No," the silver haired man turned around to go find another room to brake things in.

Aizen was in front of him in a second. "I think your done," he placed his hand on Gin's shoulder.

His hand had barely touched the former third captain when the silver haired man flinched and quickly backed away from him. A thin hand reaching up to touch his shoulder. He kept his gaze far from Aizens'.

With a sudden realization the dark man stepped closer to Gin. That shoulder was the one he had stabbed. Not intentionally but it had happened. He reached out to touch the frightened silver haired man again.

Gin just backed up even more. The crunching of glass under their feet as he backed the terrified man to the wall. With one hand he grabbed Gin's wrist and pulled it away from the shoulder he had wounded. With his other he replaced where the former captain's had been.

He frowned as he felt Gin's whole body shake under his hand. "Does it still hurt?" he asked.

Gin shook his head.

"I am sorry, Gin" he whispered sincerely. He pushed the thin mans body against his. "I'll make sure things go back to the way they used to be." It was a rather stiff hug, but at least Gin wasn't struggling against it. "You'll see."

The thin former captain frowned. He couldn't see that happening. When had things been good? When they first met?

Yes, things had been good when they first met. He had never been allowed to look for Aizen but Aizen had always been able to find him. He had always been happy to see Aizen back then. The lieutenant of squad five always had tasty treats, and stories and wonderful promises.

"Gin," said the bi-speckled man. "You see this," he showed him the armband he wore with the seal of squad five on it.

The thin boy nodded. "Yep you always where that,"

Aizen smiled a warm smile at him. "Yes. One day you will ware it,"

"Really?" asked Gin excitedly, examining the armband more carefully.

"Yes, one day soon, I will be captain and you will be my lieutenant. You will always be by my side."

"Really! Forever and ever?"

"Forever and ever," The fifth lieutenant patted silver hair. "Even when you become a captain, I will only truly trust you,"

The small boy smiled up at his friend. This was exciting news. Maybe the best news ever!

"Do you promise?" asked Gin carefully watching his friend. He held out his pinky finger.

Aizen chuckled linking his own pinky finger with the young boys. "I promise,"

XxX

Gin missed the old days no matter how tough things had been he still had Ran and a kind friend, Aizen. Both those things had disappeared from his life. Ran was gone forever now. He would never see her again. And the kind Aizen he had known when he was a young boy had been replaced with a much colder and sinister version.

He had no one to blame but himself for the mess he was in. He just followed and put his trust in the wrong person. And this was what he got.

Somewhere during his reminiscing Aizen had begun to take advantage of him. Sucking on his neck his hands slipping into his clothes. He sighed. He didn't have the energy to fight this, anymore. Aizen could do what he wanted with him until the end of their days, whenever that would be. Perhaps in time he could eventually enjoy it. Perhaps in time he could learn to love Aizen again, as he once had.

Without a word of complaint he let himself be taken against the wall. No moans of pleasure, no moans of pain. Just acceptance at his fate.

It was what is was.

So wherever his loved ones and his friends where, he hoped that in time that they would forget about him and live on. And he too was sure that they may one day fade from his. Perhaps without thoughts of them he could except his fate here.

Aizen finished with his activity, brushed his lips against Gin's. "I'll get you to smile for me again," he whispered into the thin man's ear. "You will be happy with me again."

Gin felt as though his smile would never return. It was gone forever he was sure. He had left it behind in Soul Society.

XxX

Ulquiorra leaned against the wall on the opposite side where Gin and Aizen were. He could feel the overpowering raitsu of the lords and the dim silver haired man's swirl through the household. He opened his dull green eyes slowly meeting shining golden ones.

Szayel smiled at him. He lay on the bed reading one of Aizen's many books. The fourth was so meek now. All his spirit drained from his time in prison. The pink haired Espada wondered why their time in prison had taken such a heavier toll on the fourth Espada, then himself. Perhaps he would ask Aizen, if his Ulquiorra didn't show signs of improving.

"Don't fret so much. Ichimaru-Sama will be back to his old self in no time."

Ulquiorra nodded. Still sitting against the wall where he could feel close to Ichimaru.

Ichimaru would not get better. That he knew. He would die here. Ulquiorra could feel it. Some birds aren't meant to be caged.

A/N Oh I hope you liked it. I don't particularly like this chapter all to much. Almost got a little carried away and almost wrote a whole lot of smut between Aizen and Gin. Lol. I'm sure some of you would've liked that ;) This is teen though and I don't want to up the rating. Like I said the prequel will have all the smut crazy fan girls like me need to survive. Next chapter may take a bit to get out. I need to figure out the story line a bit. I had two different ideas for this story. One was this of course the other was to have Aizen get killed trying to rescue everyone and all that. I didn't particularly like that outcome because it left no closure for Aizen and Gin. Well I hope you likes. As I always say reviews are greatly appreciated lets me know that I'm doing a good job. I got a great review last chapter. That made me so happy. (no offence I knew you were angry) but that's what I wanted you to feel. If I can make people laugh or cry or get really mad that's great! Hope that doesn't sound to weird. But I believe that it's the writers job to make you feel the story not just read it. Well I've said enough. Thank you for reading.