Please Turn the Time
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belongs to Kubo Tite
Summary: During his awaiting for his death, Szayel Aporro recall his memories when he was alive. Live happily with his brother until the moment when he became Hollow.
Pairing: Il Forte Granz/Szayel Aporro Granz
Warnings: may content rape, incest, yaoi, sex, gore, blood. I've warned you...read at your own risk.
Note: The italic one is Szayel's current state mind, usually he comments on what happened in his past. Try to connect every italic and you'll find full sentence.
Chapter 10: The Second Time He Broke the Promise
He stood cockily in front of the enemy, the red headed pineapple. He felt that his victory already in his grip, but less he knew, a little girl attacked him from his back and forced him to release. He screamed his anger and pulled his sword and released his true form. After stabbed the little girl with his horn, he turned his head back at the red pineapple head shinigami.
He was still above the air though, those shinigami couldn't do much. He blabbered instead of killed the shinigami in instant. Somehow he felt something strange about the man in front of him. His reiatsu increased significantly. The long snake-like zanpakutou hit him. In his mind, he only recalled a name, he bitter sweet time, all of those came in the flash of light. He couldn't have it again, include his own life which rip apart his body with force. He remembered this was...the second time but he wasn't regret that...all he could feel was...peace.
No more pain...
"...rro...Szayel Aporro...," He got back to the reality when he heard a voice called his name. He turned his head and found his brother looked at him with a little concern written on his face, "Are you okay?"
"What's with that look? I'm okay"
Il Forte pointed at the glass on his hand. It couldn't contain more water that flowed from the jug which he held with his other hand.
"You said you're okay? You seem so lost there and...Aizen-sama wouldn't happy if you wasted the water," He giggled.
Szayel Aporro sighed and re-arranged his clothes that draped over his shoulder like jacket. He wasn't wear it yet, neither Il Forte. The heat from the activity they had hadn't left their body. He put the jug on the table and brought the glass to his brother. He climbed back to the operating table and watched intently as his brother drank.
"I...had a dream...," He said out of nowhere and Il Forte turned his attention to him.
"About?"
He opened his mouth but he stopped and threw his gaze to other place, any where but not his brother. Il Forte caress Szayel Aporro's cheek and then kissed him on the cheek. He smiled to ease his brother's doubt in his mind.
"It's okay, it's only a dream...never mind it...," He kissed his cheek again and somehow Szayel Aporro felt a little peace.
The pink espada took the injection from the batch and injected it into Il Forte's hand-to his body-some bacterias to monitor all of his movement and his enemies'. At last with this small invention he could felt a little relieved.
"I guess that's all?," Il Forte asked and Szayel Aporro nodded. Il Forte couldn't help but kissed him lightly to secure him, "That's okay..."
"Will you come back?," He hated himself to be heard like he was concern, well he was but he didn't want to showed it.
"Yes, I will...," He trashed Szayel Aporro's hair and laughed a little.
After he dressed himself, he gave his little brother a playful weave and disappeared behind the door. Left Szayel Aporro alone in his lab.
It wasn't just an ordinary dream, he knew. Szayel Aporro somehow believe that he was blessed to see the future through his dream, and until this day his dreams never betrayed him.
He closed his eyes when the signal of his brother lost on the screen. He smiled between his amusement and lost. All mixed up until he couldn't recognized it, all he could do was smile.
He left me...
Even though he already promised...
He left me alone...
again...
He discarded his unexpected feelings and resumed to one conclusion, he better trust his own dream than a pointless reassuring words that spilled from someone's mouth. At last he wouldn't hope and could mend the possibility of lost. Yes...his dream never betrayed him.
~to be continued~
A/N: this chapter might be the chapter before this fic end, yes...next chapter is the final...but I haven't think of any line...while at it please enjoy