Chapter Eighteen: When Angels Deserve to Die
"It's good to see you again, Uncle Sosuke!" exclaimed Ichigo to the former fifth division captain. Taking a step back while clasping his uncle's shoulder, Ichigo raised his other hand it began to glow with the presence of healing Kidou. Wherever the hand passed, the wounds and tears in clothing were instantaneously repaired.
After a couple of minutes had passed, the healing had been completely finished. Popping his neck a couple of times, Sosuke smiled and looked at his two compatriots, Ichigo and Kiyone. He turned to Ichigo and asked, "So, O glorious leader, what's today's hare-brained scheme?"
Ichigo growled and kicked him in the shins, earning him a satisfying yelp of surprise. "It's not a scheme, idiot." He chuckled darkly, "It will be quite entertaining, if I do say so myself." He glanced at Kiyone, "And I do, by the way. Okay then, here's the plan-"
He was interrupted suddenly by a furious roar that had escaped Ukitake's throat. Aizen spun around quickly and blocked Ukitake's sword stroke with his own. Sneering at the Thirteenth Captain, he sent a mental query to Ichigo, asking what he should do.
'Just act out your evil Aizen role, uncle. But be prepared for what I will do.'
Sosuke almost forgot to keep up his façade as he sent back a reply.
'You mean!'
'Yes, uncle,' replied Ichigo, 'now is the time for my presence to be revealed. Now is the time for the Shinigami that head shunned us millennia ago to finally pay for their crimes. Now is the time for the Darkest.' He turned his attention back to Kiyone, 'And I want you to act all frightened and scared. You're a lost little lamb, an insignificant third seat, who just got abducted by someone who could take on half of Soul society by himself and have a one hundred percent chance of winning. And on top of that, the man that you love is fighting to get you back.'
It was just a small thing, barely noticeable, but Aizen could see that Kiyone flinched a little bit. His lip twitched. Ah, he thought, so that was why Ukitake-san was so furious. I had just been ad-libbing back there, and it turns out truer than I had ever imagined.
He turned his attention to Ukitake and said in his compassionate voice, "It is kind of sad, really it is. You and Kiyone-san had finally fallen for each other, and here I am…" He paused dramatically after shun-poing behind the Thirteenth captain. His eyes were closed, and his free hand was pressed to one eye, as if to prevent tears from escaping. He opened his eyes and grinned, "And here I am, about to skewer her right before your eyes."
Almost too late, Ukitake saw that the Aizen in front of him was a fake. He turned and saw that the real Aizen was behind Kiyone, about to cleave her in two. He took a step towards them.
Just when he was about to shun-po over to them, the man in the black cloak, moving faster than Yoroichi, came up behind him. Ichigo slashed Ukitake at the back, before using the momentum to spin and whack the captain with the hilt of the blade, effectively knocking him out.
"Jyuushirou!" screamed Kiyone. She rushed over to him and collapsed to the ground beside him. Reaching over, she took his head and cradled his head on her lap. She cried silently as she just sat there, stroking his head, grasping his hair.
Sosuke turned his head and looked at Ichigo. His nephew was wiping off his blade, making sure no blood residue remained. He then sheathed his blade with an almost impossibly fast flourish.
"Sosuke Aizen, former captain of the Fifth Division, for betraying Soul Society, you must be captured. For betraying me, you must die."
Sosuke spun around quickly in surprise, and had to suppress a gulp. For standing before him was none other than his wife, Momo Aizen.
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Momo stood on the Sokyouku hill, zanpakutoh drawn and ready, and a steely expression on her face. She looked at her surroundings. Kiyone was kneeled down next to a wounded Captain Ukitake. Her husband, her Sosuke, was standing before her now, a bloody sword in his hands, a surprised expression on his face.
Her voice sounded like a death sentence as she spoke to him, "So, Sosuke, it seems that you are still intent on ruining other peoples' happiness once again."
He in turn barely moved his blade, but she was not fooled. "Nice try, Sosuke-chan, but you know as well as I do that when my blade is drawn, your illusions have no effect on me." She flicked her sword wielding wrist, causing it to transform. "Now then, shall we dance?"
"I see," said the man in the black cloak, "so that is why you managed to survive. Your Tobiume would not allow you to succumb to an illusion, so therefore you were able to start a healing Kidou before the blade even slid out of your body. How quaint."
The man in black held up his hand. In it, a glowing violet-black sphere was starting to form. He looked at her once it stopped expanding, "Do you know what this is, my dear? This is a Kidou I have created that forces you to relive your entire life over again in the space of only a couple of seconds." He looked at the sphere, and began to almost purr in pleasure, "I have found it quite an, educational experience. You can not do anything different; you merely relive each and every memory. It's like watching an earth movie, but you feel everything that happens to you." His eyes glowed red, "Both good and bad."
He flash stepped behind her and shoved it into her back.
As the world around her became black, she heard him say, "Buenas Noches, Aunt Momo."
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TBC
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AN: Two things to start off with, one: I am sorry for the delay. Marching Band has entered the crunch time stage, and my quarter classes have their finals tomorrow. The week after next week it's over though, so I will do my best to update way more frequently. Two: Sorry it's kinda short, but with band and how the chapter flowed I just couldn't make it any bigger. Well, anyway, smell you on the other side.