"Come Mija-kun"
And with those words, Aizen turns and walks towards the door. My foot, out of habit, was moving before I even realized it. But the voice of Reason screams out in my head, to halt.
What was I doing? Was I really gonna follo…
My internal argument was interrupted by the lightest of touches on my neck. Ichimaru's palm rests gently upon my skin, yet I can feel the weight of the impending meaning. For a heartbeat I continue to debate with myself, and then I felt the slightest of pressure increase on my neck.
And with that, I follow Aizen's broad shoulders out of the room.
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In the white stone hallways I am able to quickly fall in step behind the leisurely pace Aizen has set. Ichimaru takes up station walking beside me and to the casual observer it looks like we are on our way to a staff meeting.
I sneak a peek at Ichimaru, out of the corner of my eyes; he has his trademark grin in place and the casual walk of the unworried. I clasp my hands together in my long sleeves so as to stop the shaking.
The voice of Confidence was now beginning to argue with the voice of Fear within me.
I am a powerful Arrancar…in line to test for a spot as an Espada…I can defend myself if need be states Confidence.
WhatTheFuck!!! Are you crazy!!! This is Aizen-dono and Ichimaru-sama…you would lose your head before you even laid hand to your hilt shoots back Fear.
Its just sex…what's the big deal? Lazily inquires Analytical.
JUST SEX!! DID U HEAR WHAT AIZEN-DONO SAID??? There is no way this will be JUST sex rants Fear.
Doubt of course chooses this moment to make an entrance and ask Maybe we are all wrong and this is nothing?
ShutTheFuckUp BAKA!! Fear screams back. I slam a mental door shut on all of them and turn my focus towards Sol Zarita.
Can we defend ourselves against them, my friend?
My zanpaktou turns a jaundiced eye towards me and states, We will be destroyed.
A deep shudder vibrates through my soul power as my zanpaktou finally voices the obvious.
Again sneaking a peek at Ichimaru, I see his grin widen.
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Realizing that the internal war within me is becoming obvious through the fluctuations of my rieatsu, I quickly regain my focus and control. Following Aizen around yet another corner in the maze of never-ending white hallways, Acceptance whispers quietly to me,
There is no way you can fight your way out of this, therefore we focus on surviving, surviving with as much honor as possible. My backbone stiffens as I feel a trickle of strength come back. This is sex, you have handled men in these situations before, and that's what you have to think of them as…men…not gods
Aizen turns and steps through a doorway.
Ichimaru follows, not even pausing to look and see if I will.
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I enter.
Five steps in I stop and with head held high and hands clasped, I paint a look of pride on my features.
Aizen continues on across the massive bedroom to a long table where there is a hot tea service waiting.
They had expected to come here all along.
I refuse to swallow the lump that has reformed and continue to look blankly ahead. Ichimaru is still by the doorway, and he begins to slowly slide the door shut. The whisper of the lock clicking in place makes my knees want to knock, but I refuse to allow them to.
Ichimaru goes to join Aizen at the table. As Aizen hands him a cup of tea, he comments,
"See the long walk is necessary so as to allow time for them to defeat themselves."
With a long look at me over his tea cup, Ichimaru responds,
"Oi, so I noticed."
Breathe in, breathe out is all I can concentrate on. Don't let my body betray my emotion.
After taking another sip of tea, Aizen continues,
"Anticipation is a powerful weapon to destroying resolve. They always seem able to think up things that are almost as bad as what happens…almost."
My breath catches slightly but I keep my focus, breathe in, breathe out.
Aizen studies me thoughtfully for a moment and then persists,
"But Mija-kun is by far the most powerful to date, so although you could feel her rieatsu fluctuating, it seems like she hasn't melted into an emotional puddle like the others did."
Still just breathe in, breathe ou….did he just say others! Panic claws its way up my throat.
THE RUMORS ARE TRUE!! screams Fear.
I mentally kick Fear back into the closet it had escaped from and again slam that door shut.
No, this is just another ploy to break me, I can't let it work. I need to surprise them somehow. I can't just play into their hands. If it is true about the others being a complete mess, than I need to be the opposite. I need to play Aizen at his own game. I can feel Sol Zarita beginning to flame from the increase of my resolve; she is ready to fight if I need her. But what do I do? I need to…to…
I turn my head and look at Aizen in the eye, and smile.
"I'll take that as a compliment Aizen-dono"
Gin ducks his head and chuckles, while Aizen quietly replies,
"As well you should Mija-kun."
Aizen lowers his head a tad and his eyes begin to bore into mine. I feel the surge of power hit me but Sol Zarita, true to her word, is in front of me and bears the full brunt of the spirit force. Gasping, she mentally relays to me she will only be able to help hold him off for maybe half a minute or so. I itch to have my mask move from the top of my head to cover my face, to be able to hide behind the power of it. But I realize fighting would be useless, I am using this time simply to make them realize that I wasn't going to be weak about all this. But we all knew I had maybe fifteen seconds left.
What could I do to gain a foothold of control here? This is going to be about power and control, through sex. Those other females who went missing were obviously weak, Aizen had said they hadn't even made it this far. I only have a few more moments. Sol Zarita is taking deep ragged breaths, any second now I am going to have to bear the full brunt of his spirit power, and I won't be able to move. What to do, what to do?
The epiphany hits me like a ton of bricks.