Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way. Period.
Summary: A drabble about… Ichimaru Gin. On his appointment as an undercover under Aizen Sousoke. A mask he has to have to mask his fears – a smiling mask. The prospect of losing his life coming on seriously to him.
Warning: Mostly my imagination, with manga spoilers abound.
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Ichimaru Gin: the Mask
I don't want to hurt her!
I don't wish to be on the same side as him!
I don't want to betray Soul Society!
But the moment I knew I was caught in his hypnotic ability, I knew I could not possibly escape from his clutches, the man who would stop at nothing to get powers far beyond the ability of normal shinigami.
Even if I were to go against my conscious to do some things, I knew I could not disobey. I knew I had to put up a façade on my face always. And I developed a mask, a mask of an ever smiling face. But for the pain that came along with it, no one knew. Not even she, a female I would put my life on the line for, a shinigami who I would risk my life or even sacrifice my soul.
The commander captain – Yamamoto Genryuusai – had appointed me as an undercover to spy on Aizen Sousoke's plans for domination in both the shinigami and hollows' world. The responsibilities and risks that came with it are great. They could cost me my life anytime!
I could no more lean back onto Matsumoto Rangiku for emotional support with the stress that was given to me as an undercover for Yamamoto-jisan. There is no more turning back for me.
And the mask will be with me always, as I would try hard to act as nonchalant in front of Aizen as much as possible. If not, I would definitely die.
Owari