14/02/2009 23:40:00

Name: God's will part II

Author: Marionetteblue3

Rating: T

Pairing: AiGin

His light PART II

A/N: Geez guys… my writing isn'tquite that bad is it? =/ Well whatever… my good friend is beta this time. Love her… :) And our near daily bleach lunchtime session. How many people is that now that we infiltrated minds with bleach? Partners in crime heh. Ashita wa kitto Hallelujah!

The next two days was equaled to starvation, rain, terror, rain, curiosity, rain, grief and more rain. Gin hated the rain. He hated the grey clouds, the gloom that settled over the atmosphere like a chocking layer of fog. How he wished there was something to quell that monster rolling in his stomach.

Reluctant to chance pick pocketing, he wrapped himself even tighter with the scarf and sat by the steps of an St. Mary's cathedral. Ridiculous, sitting right in front of those who wanted you dead, but Gin felt strange satisfaction in dancing right in front of their eyes, yet out of their vision. They wouldn't miss out on mass for the end of the world.

Today was as busy of a day as any on Brighton crossing, and as usual, the people passing him were generally too engrossed to as how to get out of the rain, and those who had umbrella's simply tried to get to somewhere dry. No one would notice him; they wouldn't bother.

He thought of the man he had saw that day and wondered for possibly the thousandth time how the bloody hell did he know his name. More than anything, though, he desperately wanted to meet the man again.

He piqued Gin's curiosity. Such a kind face, such a amiable expression, morality and wisdom rolled into one. Then, as though he was splatting a fly, he pulled the trigger. As one would kill an ant. Not that hadn't ever killed likewise. He took his pocket knife and flicked it open, jutting it against his index finger, drawing a line of blood. So he had an unhealthy interest in the red liquid. So what?

A droplet of rain found its way towards Gin's slit finger, he quickly shoved it inside the folds of his jacket; he didn't want to get an infection.

There was a shuffle of boots in his line of vision and he frowned. The boots were oddly familiar…

'Are you alright, little boy? Do you need help?'

Gin's head shot up, and a smile slithered onto his fox-like face when he saw the dark haired man again. Despite being under a black umbrella, water dripped from his hair, and his glasses was fogged with droplets of rain. The man – Aizen Sousuke – was wearing a white robe today, similar to the ones clergyman wore. Was he a church minstrel?

'M'fine.'

'Oh? How about you come inside? Get out of this rain. You must be freezing!'

Once again, Gin felt himself burning with indescribable curiosity, but holding back the wave of suspicion. Gin nodded, standing up. 'You a priest or somethin'? Why are you wearing tha'?'

Aizen chuckled, smoothing his hair back a little. He tilted the umbrella towards Gin, so they were both half covered. 'Oh no… I'm just alter boy… or alter man? I personally like that term better,' he smiled.

Well… tha' Makes sense.

'I'm alrigh' Kay?, You're the one getting' soaked now ain't ya?'

'Well, you would have to come closer, won't you, Gin? To keep me out of it.'

Gin smirked, and shuffled a little closer. He was just a little shorter than the other man. 'Now your gonna get wet cos of me.' he declared, watching as the water from his wet jacket slowly dissolved its way into Aizen's robe. 'It's fine. I can get it washed. You can hold my arm if you want.'

Though it was an offer, his tone gave no room for any disobedience at all, and Gin clutched his arm uncomfortably, acutely aware of the repugnant glares they were receiving from those around them. Who gave such public displays of affection? And with two males nevertheless.

Aizen ignored them all, and lead Gin up the church stairs, turning away from the main door and choosing a side gate. Gin choose that moment to inform the man on something he seemed to have forgotten. 'Mr. Sousuke? Sorry ta tell ya this, but I'm kinda wanted by the church. They have a picture o' me so could ya please… could we please go somewhere' else?'

'Don't worry. I saw the picture. They are quite busy for the time being, so we can give you a change of clothes, and they won't recognize you. I'm sure.'

The gate gave a resounding screech, as Aizen pushed it open and Gin was given the image of a banshee in pain. 'Think ya need to change the gate…' he muttered, then in a much louder voice; 'Why are ya here anyway? Ain't ya supposed to be at the mass as well?'

'My part is finished. I'm here under orders. I don't usually do this.'

'Eehh? Who's orders? And the clergymen jus' gave ya a place ta live?'

'Well, yes.'

'Lucky…'

'Oh?'

The garden would have been bright and radiant once, but the it was sagging under the weight of the pouring ocean. Gin noted how the grey structure made a stunning decoration to the jaded colors, it looked almost fairytale. What a place to live.

'It's nice over here ain't it?'

'It's depressing.'

'But nice.'

Aizen gazed wayward at him, eyes slightly narrowed into slits. There was no sign of a smile.

Gin's closed eyes twitched. He resisted the temptation to open them.

They had reached a slightly rusted door then. It gave with a small click as Aizen twisted the knob. The furnishings inside were entirely black and white, with a towering cross as the centre decoration. The marble under them felt icy to Gin's worn feet. His soles were rubbed to the point of nothing, and the cold pierced through him even more than the rain had.

'Let me get a towel.'

The earlier warmth had flooded back into his and Gin nearly sighed in relief. Nearly.

He suddenly realized that he was in an incredibly dangerous situation here. Perhaps he shouldn't have agreed to come. Insecurity was something he didn't feel often.

Aizen offered his a plush towel, and Gin grabbed it greedily, sinking his face into the warm fleecy material. Aizen opened the wardrobe on the far side of the room to reveal sets of black suits, and crisp white shirts. He tossed a set onto the bed and smiled up at Gin.

'Change here if you wish.'

Gin pursed his lips. Once again, an order disguised as an offer. What is with him and badly disguised threats? With a resigned sigh, he started stripping.

A head poked out of the doorway and stared at Aizen, wide eyed. Gin tried to cover himself with the towel. 'Umm… I think you should go again, Mr. Sousuke. They are doing the last sacrament to the… Ummm… Mr Sousuke? Who is that?'

'Don't worry about him. I'm coming.'

Gin shivered. The smile he wore now… Behind the many layers of kindness, lay the malice.

The boy took a step closer, and took a sharp intake of breath. His eyes went wide, and he pointed a shaking finger at Gin, stepping back. 'Y-y-your… t-t-the… the…'

Within seconds, Aizen had a gun glued to the boys temple. There was no click as his finger pulled on the trigger. Instead of falling, however, the boys face went blank, as though the very life was sucked out of him, yet he was still breathing.

'You will not hand him into the hands of authority,' Aizen demanded in a flat tone. 'You will believe that he is innocent, though know what he has done. You will look up to him. You will be loyal to him. You will not remember your accusations. Understand?'

Gin's blood ran cold as he realized something then;

The boys eyes… they ran as silver as Gin's hair the moment Aizen clicked that gun.

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A/N: Alright. Hope this was less confusing than the last chapter. Things will pick up from here… You guys can guess who the boy is can't ya? ;)