Silly Song Birds
Aizen had been more than just an influence on him. At some points, he had strived to be what Aizen wanted of him. And even if that meant he was losing his own soul, he'd sacrifice it, if it meant keeping his captain by his side.
But that didn't mean that in the back of his mind, he didn't disagree with some of the things he saw. Like that time a song bird had been attracted to Aizen's bird calls.
"Now why, Ichimaru-kun, do you think they'd be enticed by an imposter?" aizen asked him with his usual gentle smile.
He gave his captain a grin of his own, shrugging. "Silly song birds." was all he said in reply. A bird alighted on Aizen's outstretched finger as he continued whistling. He hid his horrified grimace as the bird was brutally crushed.
"Silly song birds." Aizen agreed with a dark laugh.
This made him question his logic. Was he like that songbird? Being lured by a fake and a liar, only to be crushed and mocked and laughed at? He shook the thoughts out of his head. Distrusting Aizen (and showing it) was like signing a death wish. It just didn't work.
So he followed, betrayed sou society, became a ruler among hollows. He watched as others were crushed by Aizen's iron fist. He watched as more and more song birds sat on those inviting fingers, only to regret it. Was he like the others?
They'd spent a little bit of time in the human world. Rented a hotel, where they had been together. Where he remembered all the reasons he followed Aizen, unholy as those reasons may be. He remembered those hands, that enfolding power that thrummed against his skin. He remembered it, and savored it. He didn't think he could live without it.
"Why do you think the hollow's gather around me?" Aizen asked, his hands dancing along his chest. He shrugged in reply, melting into the touches, the strong chest behind his back.
"They're the same as the song birds. Instead of my whistling, they gather around my powers." Aizen kissed the back of his neck, making him shiver.
"Silly song birds." he whispered, watching a bird on the open window sill. Aizen began whistling and the bird was baited in, resting a his finger. He smiled that fox smile that everyone seemed to hate, crushing the bird. "Silly song birds." he said again.
"Indeed." that dark laugh nearly crushed him with it's weighty meaning. But right now was not the time to be worrying about it. He had bird blood on his hands and he was in the mood to do very unholy things.
But Aizen and his song birds lingered.
He was just like the hollows and birds, he supposed. Falling into traps that seemed so innocent, so perfect. What was he being drawn in by? The pleasure, power? He didn't know. Aizen was an imposter, just as he had said.
Silly silly song birds.
Silly silly Gin.
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