There was a certain erotic quality in seeing Matsumoto Rangiku dying on the ground.
She was bowing to him, reverent in her own blood. The silent praise whispered in his ear, kissed his cold lips.
It was a sight well worth waiting to see. Better than the questions hiding behind her open steel blue eyes, the warmth and pleasure her naked body provided. Satisfaction that she bled for him and because of him shuddered a ravenous crave down his spine, and lower.
Hauntingly, his smile narrowed, eyes greedily drinking the pain from her face, capturing her essence cresting and falling with every breath she could barely draw.
And the moment, with necessity, passed.
He still burned with possession.
Aizen Sousuke never vowed, he did. Hassles aside, the woman would remain his own; he demanded nothing less. In the end, according to his will, she alone would survive being drawn so close to the belly of the beast.
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Just an idea I got after reading (and rereading a few times) chapter 364. While freaking out in a ridiculously fangirly way and having a brief chat with a fellow AizenRangiku fan, this came to me.
There's a chance I might elaborate some and make this longer. But I'm not sure. I would keep the same pattern, alternating between the two, and so on and so forth. Maybe doing something different each time, maybe continuing the story. It depends on if the readers are interested. So tell me if you're interested.