So here's another installment of the story. Its a bit shorter than my usual chapters so apologies for everyone. The installment is comming soon to a FFN site near you.

Enjoy!

Sosuke Aizen loved to hurt things. He loved to see them whiter in pain, panic and desperation as their life began to fade into nothingness.

10 year Aizen looks down on the small orange haired cat, as it struggled to break free of the bindings on its paws and neck. Its eyes wide and wild with fear as the fire creeps slowly creeps towards its tail, the flames licking the cat. He watches with mild humor and great interest. The bindings are tight, there's no way that the cat can escape. It's impossible; the cat should just give up and resign itself to its fate. There's nothing that it can do.

His father comes into the room. He stops short when he discovers what his son is doing. His chestnut brown hair is pulled into a low pony tail, his invisible rimmed glasses sits on the edge of his nose, his chocolate brown eyes holds disappointment. His lips are pulled downwards in a frown.

"What are you doing?" he asks his son. He doesn't move to save the cat or put out the fire.

"What does it matter to you?" he replies, turning to look back at the struggling feline.

"I would hope that my son would have found a better way to spend his time than on lower forms of amusement and torture. However, I can see that I am wrong. I'll leave you to your…unevolved sense of amusement," he turns to leave, but stops just short of the door. "Do try not to burn down your room, the maids have much more important things to do rather then clean up your filthy habits." With that, he left, leaving the door to close with a resounding, whoosh.

Aizen felt fury creep up his spine. Somehow the cat has gotten free, against all odds the cat has escaped. But instead of running for freedom, it attacks Aizen, clawing him in the face and arm, leaving thin trails of red to form. Angry, he lounges for the cat, but it jumps atop his head towards his window. It turns around to hiss at him before it jumps away to freedom. He growls in silent frustration.

All his hard work went to waste! Now that cat was free and he was left with nothing to play with.

"Sosuke, could you come to the library? Your mother is looking for you," said the voice over the intercom that is located at the side of his bed. He perks up immediately. The little boy doesn't have much love for things other than torture. But his mother is by far his favorite thing in the world. She's beautiful and soft and cares for him deeply. She's a stupid woman of course, why else would she lay with his father and marry him? But nonetheless, there is tenderness for her that he can't seem to resist.

Some would say that he is obsessed with her. He would do anything to please her, and refuses to be too far away from her. Her love for his father disgusts him to no avail, but regardless, he father is hardly there so it doesn't pose as too much of a problem.

He rushes to the library, he stops when he hears a low masculine voice speaking with boredom and contempt. It was his father.

"…If our son wants to spend his time with childish things such as death of animals then let him, it isn't as if you could do anything to stop it even if I were to let you."

"Yes I know, but it isn't right for him to hurt those that are weak and defenseless-"

"Listen to yourself, you are downright pathetic," he chuckles darkly in amusement. "It is his duty to exert his power and domination over those that are weaker than him. It's his purpose in life to show others what true power is."

"I would like to think that there is more to life than-"

"Think? You? Please woman, you can possibly think that your thoughts matter in any given moment in time. It isn't your job to think about our sons' life, future and the meaning to it all. You can barely dress yourself, let alone have any input whatsoever to our son's life. There are two types of creatures in this world, Gods and ants. You, my dear, are nothing but an ant, and if you continue to try and force your pathetic will upon our son, he will grow up to be nothing other than an ant like yourself. He's already beginning to show ant like traits," he voice shifts, as if he's moving. It becomes darker and harsher.

"And if he becomes weak like you, I will cast you both aside, like the meaningless insects you both are. Never forget, you were nothing before me, you are still nothing and you will never become anything."

Aizen could hear light footsteps on the floor moving his way. He straightens up and looks his father in the eyes when his is discovered. They stare at each other, one with contempt and hatred, the other with impassiveness.

"Done with your little game already?" his father asks.

"I found something else that is more challenging," he replies coldly.

"Oh? And what, pray tell, is it?"

"I think that you'll find out soon enough," he states, brushing past his father, gears and wheels turning his mind.

He walks to his mother who sits on a large brown leather chair, she looks out into space, her eyes dead, tears running silently. He shakes her gently, bringing her from whatever state of mind she was in. She does that frequently. Going in and out of states of consciousness, especially when she has conversations with his father.

"Oh Sosuke, you're here. How has your day gone?" she asks, a small smile forming on her face. Her long red hair is swept in a bun on top of her head, her large hazel eyes seems dead and lifeless.

"It's is fine mother, do you want to go for a walk?" he asks. His mother would often go on walks after dealing with his father.

"That would be wonderful. Maybe we could pick some flowers for your father," she suggests brightening. He sighs. No matter how awful his father would be to her, she still runs back to him with open arms. Its as if she's addicted to the abuse. She can't seem to live without it. it's the only thing that sickens Aizen about her, well that and the fact that she named him after his father.

"Yes, we will pick flowers for Sosuke," he says in a resigned fashion. He takes her hands and leads her to the garden.

As they pick flowers, her for his father, he for her, Aizen thinks of ways to bring his father down. Reluctantly, he admits that his father was right. Physical punishment was far too trivial for the likes of someone like him who had so much potential.

If he wanted to truly make his father pay, he would have to rise far and beyond his level. Far beyond the status of a God.