A/N: violence and darkness and twistedness. If it's too angsty, go read "Every Man's Fantasy" instead. Guaranteed fun :)
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He could feel her pulse beating beneath his grip. He wasn't gripping hard.
Not the time to do that yet.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth was open... he loved the look, the look she got just before her eyes roll back and she tries to scream.
His hand tightened. She convulsed, her knee curling up and snapping out. Gasping, she reached for his arm, clutching at him, scrambling for his shoulders and his face. He smiled down gently. It was too delicious... even after fifty years she was unchanged.
So... predictable, with just the right dash of surprise.
He hadn't expected her to get off the bed, not after re-triggering her memories and associations. She had been one of his early masterpieces; like a blank canvas, a lump of raw clay, shaping her to love him and devote herself to pleasing him. For an early experiment in control, Aizen thought of Mizuki as his prototype. She took a long time to break, and probably only Hinamori was more devoted to her beloved captain. But then, he had never stepped down from the pedestal Hinamori placed him on by initiating sexual relations with her. With the fifth division lieutenant, Aizen was a sun god; with Mizuki, he was her first, in all the ways that matter.
He let go of her throat. "You never really learn, do you baby?"
"I'm not as smart... as you." She rasped, struggling to a sitting position. Ameshizuto wasn't too far away; she just had to release it and the grogginess would lift...
"Oh no you don't. I do know what your zanpakuto can do, dearest – draws the impurities out of your system, sobers you right up," he grabbed her again and tossed her on the bed. "Ameshizuto stays there. And you- will stay here. You don't want the best memories, you'll relive the worst. Gin!"
"Yeah." Gin opened the door and leaned on the frame, dripping cool insouciance. Mizuki tried vainly to cover her nudity but Aizen held her down.
"Feeling up for some nostalgia?"
"Not quite up yet," smiled Gin. His eyes roamed over the naked bodies of his leader and the pale form beneath. "But I can always make the extra effort."
Aizen released his hostage. "Go wild."
Gin pointed to the journals littered on the desk behind him. "Plenty of interesting nuggets buried in the troves, taicho."
"Can't perform before my eyes, Gin?" Aizen pulled on a robe and went into the outer room, but paused to kiss the smaller ex-captain on the neck. Gin arched a little towards the contact.
"You know I'm a shy guy." Gin's eyes opened just a slit. "Plus you might find something in there that could save us a hell lotta time. She wrote almost everything she knew down in there."
"You saying there might be a location?"
"He's her uncle," Gin removed his outer jacket. "I'm just saying."
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When had it stopped hurting?
Mizuki coughed. Blood drops splattered on the once pristine sheets.
I'm going to have a hell of a time washing that out.
"He wants you broken," Gin's tone was amused. "Now, I'm not one for the mind games as much as he is, so I'll settle for the physical."
Somehow she found it in herself to smile. "Carrot and stick, huh?"
"You really want a stick right now?" Gin licked up the side of her face, and she swiveled away. "I could give it to you. All you gotta do is ask."
"Go ahead," she breathed. "Make my day."
"You really grew up, didn't you? More confident." Gin twisted her arm up her back. "Time was, you trembled before me. And under me. And around me."
She gasped when he twisted the arm a little harder with each phrase and kissed the base of her neck. Mizuki swallowed her revulsion as the ex-captain ran his tongue over the bite Aizen left. "Things change."
He punched her in the gut and she doubled over, retching, and then screamed as Gin pressed down on her spine with his knee. "Things change, perhaps. I don't."
She was gasping for breath when he flipped her over, and he straddled her. She lay limp, unable to react; already her left leg was broken, and her shoulder was close to being dislocated. Her face was still untouched though.
At least I don't need to be made up extensively when Unohana-taichou lays me out on the autopsy table.
I wonder how many people will attend the funeral. What will Yama-ji say?
"Relax. I'm not gonna kill you. He hasn't said I could," said Gin, already leaning over her. She closed her eyes, knowing what was going to happen.
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Aizen turned the pages and smiled as he heard her scream again.
The information in the journals was engrossing. Little, little details that enabled him to predict his opponents' movements more fully, map their possible reactions.
But no clue to where the key was. He wasn't disappointed; Yamamoto might be somewhat slow on the uptake, but he was a responsible leader and kept secrets secret.
If Aizen had gotten wed to the girl, he might have become the soutaichou-in-waiting. But this way was much better – a straightforward and honest war, instead of a skulking, lying shadow.
Another scream. Aizen hoped Gin wouldn't go too hard on the girl; he still had time and energy to burn.
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"I didn't think I'd miss that," Gin opined, holding Mizuki close to his body. She still had great legs, he noted, no matter how bruised they were. He wondered if he should have gone easier on her; the broken leg certainly put a damper on her responses. They lay side by side. She didn't cry, did not even tremble. His fingers lingered over her bruised skin, coaxing some reaction. He kissed her on her cheek, gently. "What's wrong?"
She suddenly embraced him and kissed him frenziedly. He was stunned; never was she so abandoned in all their encounters. Astounded he kissed her back, forgetting to 'go wild' the way his captain taught him. As her arms tightened about his neck her kisses trailed to his ear, and he breathed in the subtle mixture of blood, sweat and musk.
Intoxicating.
"Kill me." Her voice was hoarse now. She held on tightly, not releasing Gin's head. "Please."
Gin closed his eyes and kissed her shoulder. "I can't do that."
"It's simple," she insisted. "Just a twist of my neck. It'll be quick." She did not sob; somehow Gin found it in himself to pity Aizen's little plaything. "Please."
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Unohana moved as fast as her lieutenant could follow.
"I informed you about my trip to the human world for the medical conference last week. How could this still happen, Kotetsu Isane fukutaichou?"
The statuesque lieutenant paled. This was as close to fury as Unohana-taichou got. Isane knew had been remiss, but it had been Unohana-taichou, right down to the handwriting and the gently stern comments.
The two stopped outside the Kai family grounds. Hastily Isane began to undo her barrier spells, but was halted in the process. The fourth division captain looked grave. "Isane, run as fast as you can and get Ukitake-taichou, Kyoraku-taichou, Komamura-taichou or Kuchiki-taichou. All of them, if possible. If you cannot find them, ask Yamamoto-soutaicho to come here."
"What?"
"There isn't time for questions. Go."
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"He can't do that," Aizen said, joining them in the bed. Gin untwined himself from the girl and smiled at the brown-eyed ex-captain. Aizen tsk-tsked at the extensive bruising and the blood spatters, before kissing the back of Mizuki's neck lightly. "He can't do that... because it's wrong."
"You joining us?" Gin asked, his long fingers running up and down the body between them.
"Tempting as it is, we have company waiting outside. Unohana is a very perceptive woman."
Mizuki held her breath. Aizen was not lying, was he? Her first lover remained kissing her neck, as he stroked her tangled hair over the pillows, occasionally brushing his fingers with Gin's. "She's not doing anything yet."
"I did recall telling you that pretending to be Unohana-taichou was far too risky, Aizen-sama," Gin stated coolly.
Aizen chuckled deep in his throat. "You're the one who wanted to put on a show, Gin. Mizuki," Aizen bent over her face and whispered against her ear, lips just touching the rim, "did you like the comb we sent you?"
"It wasn't anywhere I looked," said Gin. His hands now caressed her injured leg. "I think she threw it away."
"I hope not, it was a work of art."
"Who is she asking, do you know?"
"Probably the three protectors, or even Byakuya." Aizen's hand slipped to her breasts and groped. She bit down a whimper. "Probably figured out we're inside and yet does not make any move. Smart woman, our Unohana."
Gin's brows furrowed. "Not Ikkaku-san?"
"Captain-level shinigami would stand a higher chance of cornering us." Aizen gave her a lingering kiss on her cheek before kissing Gin on the lips. "Get dressed. Fun and games coming up."
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