Her eyes examined every inch of the room. The small low-level wooden desk, the futon laid neatly in the middle of the room, a few elegant pieces of artwork hung on the walls. Momo felt a fluttery feeling she couldn't quite explain. This room had so many fond memories for her. Her eyebrows furrowed, the memories giving her a small headache.
It wasn't a surprise. Captain Unohana had finally let her out of the Relief Center.
Momo had to sneak her way into here. It was to be expected. This was Captain Aizen's quarters. Traitor, conspirator, those words could never be associated with her beloved Captain Aizen. No matter who told her. Even if Toshiro told her that, even if Renji told her that, it was all lies. She knew it well.
Momo, be careful with that!
She smiled warmly, remembering his voice. His face, his scent, the atmosphere he carried with him. Yes...Captain Aizen was her air-purifier. Heprotected her, hecomforted her, he taught her...he...was everything to her.
Momo found herself in his closet. There wasn't much in Captain Aizen's closet. He only had one captain's coat. Where did that go anyway? Along with that, there were a few extra shinigami uniforms. She looked at each and every one of them as if she could associate a memory with him with one of his uniforms.
It was enough. She felt...content for once. Exiting the closet, the main room with the futon and desk coming into view again, another memory flashed up. The last night with Aizen. Momo falling asleep in his futon, as he wrote his last letter to her. She crouched down feeling the smoothness of the desk with her frail fingers.
It all just rushed at her. Her heart hurt-no, her chest hurt. Not where her heart was, but where Captain Aizen had pierced her. The last words he said to her, running through her mind, her eyes growing wide. Traitor, conspirator, heartless, more and more ran through her mind, the reality of everything that had occurred finally hitting her, leaving her holding her head, using the desk for support.
"Captain Aizen...Help me..."