45.
Title: Illusory Intentions
Prompt: None
Pairing/Character(s): Ichimaru Gin
Word Count: 388
A/N: I'm extremely tired right now, and I just wrote a poem for school, so sorry about the shortness
The moon shone in the sky, the same crescent moon he could remember arriving to.
The sands, the same white sands, blew in the same light wind they had always seemed to.
The trees were still crystalline and brittle. The holes in the ground still lead to the Forest of fallen souls. The desert was still infertile and perhaps even more endless.
It was still a miserable place.
A hollow's roaring could be heard distantly from time to time, else it was a very silent place. Too silent, he often thought. Creepily, eerily silent.
But that was alright with him. He didn't much care about where he was or what he did from moment to moment. That philosophy didn't really mesh with Hueco Mundo, but it's not like he was from there. It was more of a...temporary residence.
He knew that he wasn't under Kyoka Suigetsu's spell. He knew that for a fact. He knew the blade's weaknesses and strengths nearly as well as he knew Shinso's. He knew what to do to break Aizen's illusion. And then maybe, just maybe, one day he would get the chance to.
He had sworn to kill the man at any cost, after all. A rather quick death was a pretty meager cost to pay, as long as the offense to the balance of souls died. Souls didn't retain their identity when going back into a Living World cycle. Aizen Sousuke would never be again.
He could live with that.
Aizen had made a rather large mess of the world, beside his own personal vendetta. He was sure that the world could see it his way, if they knew his reasoning. He knew the loud-haired Kurosaki boy that so intrigued his target would understand and agree if he knew. Possibly his friends as well, depending.
So he planned.
Stayed in the shadows (which weren't all that dark, not with all the white).
Looked at the same moon. The same sands. The same trees.
Hueco Mundo was a miserable place, but it was a necessity to his plans.
It never occurred to Aizen that he too might not be infallible, that he too might be deceived by the illusions of others. It was an oversight that Gin wasn't going to relieve him of, of course.
He only hoped he wasn't too late.
