Rounding the corner quickly my feet tattoo a quick pattern to the stone floor as I hurry to the room at the end of the corridor. The disc clutched tightly in my hand and my orders for its immediate delivery still ringing in my ears, I slow only once I am a few steps from the doorway. Taking a deep breath to still my racing heart, I step into the Control Room. Bowing deeply I announce my arrival.
"Arrancar 18, Padilla Mija , with the report from…o my…gomen-asai…I… I didn't mean to interrupt you Aizen-dono, Ichimaru-sama"
Both of the gods of my world turn away from the control console to face me. Feeling slightly queasy at my own foolishness for not waiting to be asked to speak, I look at the floor waiting for permission to continue. I clasp my hands together in front of me and I can feel the slight clamminess in my palms. I can feel their calm looks on me as I count my breaths to try and still my nerves. The spirit pressure of the two of them in the same room was suffocating if you don't concentrate. After what seems like an eternity I see through my eyelashes that Aizen waves his hand in a gentle dismissal and casually says,
"Not at all Mija-kun, I'm sure you have a very important reason for interrupting Ichimaru-san and I… please, continue"
Swallowing down the concealed scolding, I nod and take a few steps closer.
"I have the report from Karakura town that you ordered this morning"
At the prompting of his outstretched hand I walk the disc over and place it in Aizen's hand, my fingers brush his for a mili-second and the shock of it shoots up my arm. Locking eyes with him in surprise, he smiles a lazy smile before he moves back to sit at the computer to look at the info on the disc.
"Wait right there while I look this over, you will deliver this to Zaerapolo when I'm done with it."
"Hai" I quickly respond
I enjoy the lingering warm feeling from that smile for a few moments.
But just as quickly the tension in the room becomes so thick as to be edible. Aizen is completely absorbed in the report and I've been ordered to stand within a few feet of Ichimaru, who suddenly has nothing better to do than to stare at me. Doing my best to ignore his infamous gaze I study the buttons flashing on the console.
Too casually he moves away from the wall he has been leaning against and walks behind me. Aware that the skin on the back of my neck is exposed due to my ponytail and the reverse collar of my Arrancar outfit…I can feel the little hairs on my neck begin to stand on end as nothing happens. He is so quiet it is as if he has disappeared, I focus on not moving either, in denial of how close he is to me. As the seconds drag into a full minute, I began to plead in my head that Aizen can speed read. Now the skin on my hips, exposed from the cut of my hakama's, is beginning to crawl and still nothing happens. I feel his breath a second before I hear him loudly whisper,
"Just how long are yo' willing to stand still for Aizen-sama?"
My eyes fixed on Aizen's back I think I see him slightly stiffen across the shoulders. Trying to lighten the moment a tad I answer with a touch of sweetness in my voice,
"As long as Aizen-dono commands me to"
I can feel his breath move across my neck as he switches ears in which to torment. Shivers shoot down my spine as a man I worship leans into my body.
"But what if I command yo' to move?"
I definitly see a slight movement of Aizen's left arm this time.
Time stands still as the shivers drop like lead weights into my stomach and churn as I realize the trap I am being pushed into.
Damned by Aizen if I do, damned by Ichimaru if I don't.
Not needing either of them wanting my blood, I hope to use the only weapon I have against stronger males…
flirt like all hell.
Make 'em laugh and then escape while they were still chuckling. I hadn't survived this long surrounded by powerful men, used to taking whatever they wanted by force, without learning a few survival tactics. I again use sweet in my voice but this time I add some sass too, as I reply,
"And just how did you want me to move Ichimaru-sama?"
Relief washes through me as I hear his light chuckle.
"Oi, 'lil miss 18, so the reports are true, yo' is the expert at escaping the awkward moment"
The sassy grin on my face is wiped clean at the sudden touch of his finger on my neckline. My eyes go wide as I mentally scream my frustration. Racking my brain for a way to salvage the moment, I don't notice Aizen turn around in his chair until he speaks,
"Do you know what we were talking about before your abrupt arrival, Mija-kun?"
Still aware of Ichimaru's light touch on my neck, my mind is unable to process Aizen's words and I just stand there dumbly looking at him. With the smallest of smiles Aizen continues,
"Control"
Still suffering mental freeze as the finger lightly strokes the ridges of my spine; I look around the Control Room and nod my attempt at understanding. Yes, ok I got it; they were in the Control Room and were discussing control…now would you please save me from the impending doom I feel on my neck!!!
Aizen's smile widens as another chuckle comes from Ichimaru, but there is no wash of relief for me with this chuckle though. The finger and breath remove themselves from me and I can feel my ability to breath, return. But Ichimaru continues his observance of me, one foot from my back.
Badly feeling the need to escape, I mentally chew my lip as I debate asking for the report and in turn, my exit. Throwing caution to the wind I blurt out,
"Aizen-dono if you are done, I can deliver that report for you."
With the slightest narrowing of his eyes, Aizen completely ignores me and continues as if I hadn't spoken,
"Control… and the things it allows you to do."
Aizen rises and comes closer to me, to where all I can do is stare into his eyes. When he is an arms length away, he gently takes my chin in his hand. My stomach completely sinks as I began to understand the undercurrents of the room.
I am today's play toy.
I just hope I survive the honor.
The understanding must have shown across my face, for all the sudden Aizen flashes me his 1000 watt smile.
