Behind Dead Blue Eyes
By Spunky0ne
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(I blame TheDrunkenWerewolf for this one. I had this plan to stop writing new Bleach stories at 300, at least until I had more stories completed, but Wolf's birthday is coming up and I know she likes Aizen/Gin, so here is one that should feed that Aizen/Gin lust. Happy (almost) Birthday, Wolf!)
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Chapter 1: Things Not Allowed to Die
Aizen Sosuke rested quietly, his body restrained in heavy black reiatsu suppressing straps that covered every inch of him, except for one eye and his nose and mouth. Given twenty-thousand years with nothing to do but ponder his misdeeds, he let his mind wander.
I was not surprised that after helping Ichigo to end Ywach's treachery, I was simply returned here to my cell, without so much as a word of gratitude. Not that gratitude was really in order. After all, if it had served my interests better to let that monster destroy everyone, I would not have used my powers to support Ichigo and the others. I did nothing righteous, although I did overhear that Kuchiki Byakuya's house argued for some recognition to be granted to me. It surprised me a bit, since Byakuya is not known for his empathy. Still, he is known for his sense of justice. Thus, I suppose his argument makes sense.
I don't know if anything will come of that.
A loud, echoing click brought the prisoner out of his thoughts, and he peered into the darkness in front of him as the tall, somehow familiar looking silhouette of a man stepped in through the doorway. The door closed behind him, and the man shuffled forward slowly, his movements lacking the fluidity of normal walking. As the man moved closer, Aizen spotted a tray in his hands. Scents of cooked meat and savory spices made his mouth water and his long deprived stomach growled and clenched expectantly.
Interesting. So, Byakuya was able to convince the council to make some gesture of gratitude. Such a nice show of manners, but all it is, is a show. The noble families make a production of having good manners and modeling good behavior, but they are really a very corrupt group. The ones like Byakuya, who actually have better manners and a sense of justice, are rare. I am almost sorry I chose his sister to use for my plans…but that is water under the bridge. I will be glad for the respite from hunger.
And this one who approaches…he presents an opportunity I will not overlook.
A narrowed brown eye studied the tall, slightly stooped form that ambled towards him.
Something is wrong. I sense nothing from this man. No reiatsu is moving through his spirit centers. He moves methodically, as if not under his own power.
I did hear that the quincies had turned some of the taichos into zombies. I suspect that Kurotsuchi Mayuri would not miss an opportunity to learn everything he could about that ability.
So, now he uses the dead as menials, here in Muken? I suppose it does make sense, given that a zombie would be impossible to reason with or to convince, and would have no powers I could exploit. Yet, although that is true…
His thoughts were derailed as the man stopped in front of him and Aizen's eyes were finally able to see well enough to take in the familiar silvery hair, slitted eyes and thin frame. The man set the tray of food on a table that had been placed in front of the prisoner, then he sat down in a chair opposite Aizen and gathered a forkful of the food, opening his eyes slightly as he delivered the hot, savory morsel.
A chill shot through the prisoner's insides at the emptiness in Gin's rarely revealed eyes.
There is nothing but emptiness there.
Such cruelty for a man who, while he did break the rules and laws of society, did also position himself well to try to take me down for them. Well, I suppose it wasn't for them, and they sort of figured that out, didn't they, Gin? It makes me wonder what they would have done for you if you had killed me, or at least lived. Judging by my own situation, they aren't the kind to let the good blot out serious wickedness, so I suppose we have our answer, don't we?
Why does this trouble me?
This man tried to kill me. He couldn't, of course, because I had anticipated him, and had become one with the hogyoku by the time he made his attempt. And I imagine part of my reaction is because, while he did aim to kill me, Gin played an undeniably critical role in forcing my body to evolve out of fear of the growing threat he represented, before I joined with the hogyoku. Yes, I do owe Gin some gratitude…at least enough to free him of this horrid atrocity Kurotsuchi has made of him. They must know that my reiatsu would be able to completely destroy his body.
They simply do not care whether I accept the food and let him go on this way, or lose the privilege of eating by obliterating the bearer of the food. So, it seems this is a kind of game. Just the kind of game that damned Kurotsuchi loves. I'm sure he's watching us closely. I suppose that if I want to test how useful Gin could be to me, I have to put on a bit of a show for him.
"Gin," he said quietly, accepting the bite of food that he was offered, "are you able to speak?"
The dead taicho gave no sign of having heard, but kept offering him measured bites of food and swallows of water.
"So, whoever did this to you did not make you like the other ones I heard about? You are moving, but you have no consciousness? No will of your own? What a barbaric thing to do. But, you don't feel anything either, do you? You have no idea how you are being used. Like a lovely puppet on strings, you move as they tell you. How unlike the man I used to know."
Aizen's lips curved into a devilish smile.
"I see they reattached your arm. I imagine that if they wanted you to be able to serve more effectively, that was necessary. The hole I tore in your chest is gone too. There is no sign at all of how agonizing your death was. You are a lovely doll, aren't you, Gin? But if you were conscious, you would be seething at how they toy with you. It's just…evil. Cruel.
You thought I was a monster for doing what I did to Rangiku. I think you just didn't understand that they were hurting her and every other commoner in Soul Society with their injustices, with their prejudices. I would have sacrificed Rangiku, you and anyone else to reach that goal. So much do I hate the wickedness of the noble class and the empty space in the heavens, that I would have sacrificed anyone and anything to end it.
Do you still think what I did was wrong, Gin? I did hurt Rangiku, but I left her alive. I did seek to destroy the prisoner-king on the throne and take it, myself, but how else was this travesty going to be stopped?"
He stopped himself and gave his dead former comrade a rueful smile.
"Ah, I forgot for a moment that you cannot feel anything, so it doesn't bother you at all. Nothing bothers you anymore. Nothing makes you feel."
Except for my power, ne Gin?
He continued to accept warm bites of food and sips of water, at the same time, very slowly allowing a small amount of his reiatsu to seep into the dead man's body, honing in on his sense receptors and bringing them under his control.
You begin to feel it now, don't you, my old friend? The icy cold of the stale air and darkness that is Muken. You smell the stench of the unclean who are kept like dread animals here. You hear their cries in your opened ears. You taste the bitterness of hunger, even though your body no longer needs the food, and your eyes…yes, your very beautiful, deceptive blue eyes can now look into mine.
Aizen smiled as Gin's empty eyes rose to meet his.
But that is not all, is it, my little fox?
He sucked in a slow, aroused breath as the deadness left Gin's gemlike blue orbs for a moment, and full cognizance registered. He was sure a soft gasp escaped him as a single large tear appeared in the corner of one eye, then overflowed onto Gin's face.
Everyone who learned of my power suffered from a little misconception that most people live under. You see, we are not confined to five physical senses. There is another that drives us too. All of the senses together like this create awareness.
Even though he is dead, Gin just became aware of the cruelty that has been done to him.
Aizen blinked in surprise at hearing three very slow claps, then footsteps that approached. Kurotsuchi Mayuri approached Gin and examined him wordlessly for a moment. A gloved fingertip captured the falling tear, and he studied it closely.
"Interesting," the twelfth division taicho observed, tilting his head and patting Gin's face, then slapping it hard and watching the dead man wince, "How very like you, Sosuke, to find a way to make a man suffer, even after he is dead. But, I think you understand that taking over Gin's senses will not help you to escape. After all, even if you can make him want to escape, he can't control his own body. And your power doesn't extend to controlling his motor skills, does it? I, personally, don't care how much you make the man suffer, but I'll remind you that he is bringing your food and drink in every day. You should avoid damaging him in any way that will stop him from doing that, unless you decide that you don't care about eating anymore."
"Oh, I am enjoying the food and drink," Aizen replied, smirking, "and the company is rather enjoyable, despite Gin's obvious inability to hold a conversation. Can you program him to do things other than feeding me?"
"Of course I can," Kurotsuchi answered, glancing back at the cell door and touching a button on a remote control he held, to make the door swing closed, "The question is, why would I do that? What's in it for me?"
Aizen frowned curiously.
"What is it that you think I could offer you?" he asked, eyeing Mayuri curiously, "I am a poor, defenseless prisoner with no access to any powers that would be useful to you or me."
Mayuri arched a skeptical brow.
"What about that thing in your chest?" he asked pointedly.
"You know as well as I do that the hogyoku is fused with me and can't be separated from me."
"Oh, I think the jury's still out on whether it can be separated from you, but even if we accept, for now, that's true…you still know, just as Urahara Kisuke does, exactly how the hogyoku was made. Each of you made one. Tell me how, and I will program Gin to do pretty much whatever you want. Sexual pleasures? Torture himself in front of you? Grovel for forgiveness for his treacherous betrayal of you? Done. Yes, I can even make him speak to you, though he won't have much of a vocabulary. What do you say, Sosuke? Are you interested?"
Aizen smiled warmly.
"No."
Instantly, the joviality left Kurotsuchi's dark eyes and his expression shifted to anger.
"Why not? What do you have to lose by sharing the knowledge with me? After all, there's no guarantee that I can succeed at making one, right?
Aizen shook his head firmly.
"You don't want to make another hogyoku," he said firmly, "Don't you understand? In many ways, the hogyoku was a failure. I did not see that at first, but I have had time to go over everything that happened, and it did, indeed, fail to make me strong enough to defeat Ichigo and Urahara."
"Hmm," Kurotsuchi huffed skeptically.
"However, I do think you and I can still come to an agreement. Gin is a lovely distraction for me, and I have thought of something that might interest you."
"What is that?"
I've got you.
"I may not be willing to divulge how the hogyoku was made…as the knowledge in irresponsible hands would surely mean the end of the three worlds, and we wouldn't want that."
"Oh, surely not," Mayuri deadpanned, "How very human of you. I think I'm disappointed."
"My apologies, but what do you think about this? I could meet regularly with you here, and you need merely radiate in your being, something that you want. It must be something that, given time and the right conditions, you could achieve. Remember that, even though the hogyoku's full power is repressed, it has always had the innate ability to make the desires of those around it, come true. You may test the ability, if you wish. Think of something you can't do, but that would be possible, given the right conditions. If the test is successful, you can use the orb to gain your desires, while also fulfilling mine."
Aizen blinked curiously as Mayuri laughed and his angry look faded.
"What is so amusing?" he asked.
"You are," the other taicho replied, shaking his head, "I have already conducted the test, and it seems to work. I sought a way to gain access to the hogyoku's power, and you, who would previously not agree to grant such access to anyone, have granted it to me. This is good, very, very good. So…what would you like for a present, Sosuke?"
"Ah," Aizen sighed, looking at Gin appraisingly, "I am afraid that my initial needs are about as boring as they can get, but…I do miss physical contact. Could you possibly warm him up and program him to pleasure me?"
"Oh…"
"Wait," Aizen warned him, "He needs only to uncover the necessary apparatus. We are to be monitored only by you. And no one is to know of this arrangement. If anyone learned of it, you can imagine. I would have people coming out of the woodwork, trying to convince me to help them."
"We wouldn't want that," Kurosuchi snickered, "We also wouldn't want the powers that be to meddle in our agreement. Very well. Consider it done. I will have Gin programmed for you, and from now on, when he delivers your food, he will also deliver relief from your physical loneliness. But I will be back to you with more requests."
"Of course."
"We have a deal, then?" Mayuri asked.
"I won't offer to shake on it, as I cannot extend a hand."
"I'll take you at your word."
"One might call that foolish."
"Not when I control everything around you," Mayuri said warningly, "Remember that I can do literally anything to you and you can't stop me. If it isn't killing you, then I can do it. So, behave, or I may drop you in a vat of acid and see how long and painful your regeneration is."
"You're scary."
"That's not even the worst I can think of," the other man laughed.
"Oh, not you," Aizen agreed, "Your cruelty knows no bounds, and neither does your ambition."
Mayuri moved in close and pointed a warning finger at the bound prisoner.
"Just remember, I won't hesitate to make you pay at the first hint of a doublecross!"
"To be sure," Aizen said smoothly, "I will not forget."
"I guess I had better go and fix your sex toy up for you. You're right that I'm a little disappointed. I thought that the great Aizen Sosuke would ask for something, I don't know, more wicked."
"Gin would probably think that this is pretty wicked," Aizen commented.
"Huh, too bad that he can't really be sad about it. The man was vermin. I don't know what you ever saw in him."
Aizen smiled.
"Maybe that is why I killed him."
Mayuri laughed, then turned his attention to the zombie taicho.
"Come on, Gin. Time to get you ready to be Aizen taicho's little playmate."
Gin stood, but clumsily knocked the tray to the floor. Kurotsuchi let out a disgusted breath and kicked Gin in the side, throwing him roughly to the floor of the cell.
"Don't break that," Aizen said dulcetly, "It belongs to me, right?"
Mayuri laughed again and dragged Gin's limp body out of the room.
What a fool.
If I fill Gin with my transcendent reiatsu through sexual release…
…I believe I can revive him…