Perfection
She's not perfect. She knows it.
She's not pretty –her face is still too soft, padded with baby fat- and her body is weak –there's a reason she specializes in the demon arts- and she's scattered brained, often forgetting to do all the little things like sort the paperwork and push in her chair –Aizen-taichou doesn't like things like that. In battle, she's practically useless, good only for passing orders on to the seated officers and attacking from a distance with Tobimune.
She's clumsy, dislikes fighting, is unruly, and must be such a trial to Aizen-taichou; even though she tries so hard to be the very best vice-captain there ever was because Aizen-taichou is the best captain there ever will be. She knows she must vex him terribly; he tires to hide it, not wanting to upset her, but she can see the little crease of disappointment in his forehead and it strikes like a blow to the heart.
She can't do anything right for Aizen-taichou, so she tries harder, pulling herself in to be just as gentle and refined and sweet as Aizen-taichou, as that man of endless kindness and patience, to thank him for allowing her to put her faith in him.
She's not perfect, but she tries to be, for Aizen-taichou.
Somewhere on the other side of Seireitei works a captain who does think she's perfect, watches her run herself ragged after some entity who will never lower himself to her level, never work so hard for her sake that he'd never gain any of her efforts.
He thinks she's perfect.
She doesn't.
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