A/N: Here is an unexpected update after nearly three years (if my followers are still... following. haha)
*** WARNING: Dark Romance. ***
If you're not into such thing, this may not be for you. xD
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• CHAPTER 002 •
[ Alone ]
Once again lonely and abandoned; the only thing that she is capable of doing is pity herself. Aya softly and bitterly laughed through her nose; wearing such a pained expression, as she dragged her practically-lifeless body to bed and cried herself to sleep.
It's not that any of these did not occur to her; she is naïve but she isn't clueless. She knew of Aizen's behavior, and yet she insisted to believe and live in a fantasy world that she knew would never become a reality.
As Aya began to fall deeper into sleep, she slowly began to sense a malicious aura filled with nothing but lust. She struggled to open her eyes but was unable to do so. And in return, terror infiltrated every single part of her body as her breathing became scarce and difficult. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound could ever come out of her. The dark aura started snaking up her body smoothly… beneath her clothes; from her legs, to her stomach, and her neck. It explored her body so sensually, and even though it frightened her so; she did not want it to stop.
She began to relax under the presence, as it explored every inch of her body; she then began to feel that she now had more control of her limbs. Slowly followed by a moan the moment she felt it pass through her breasts; and then slowly crawling towards her sex. "Oh… Please…" she whispered inaudibly, as she forces her legs open to welcome the lustful aura. She then felt a waft of air hovering over her most sensitive part; teasing her as she desperately begs for it to be touched, through body language.
Desire overcame fear.
As she became increasingly aroused, her consciousness gradually returned and her eyes immediately shot open. She brought both palms to her damped forehead while calming her racing heartbeat and… appetite. She felt like utter trash; dirty, pathetic, and desperate. She hated herself for what she has become; voluntarily inviting the devil himself just to satiate her immoral desires. And just as her fear began to diminish, a husky and soft laughter emerged from the darkness.
"What a show you've put on."
And as the figure began to appear beneath the heavy twilight, "I'm impressed, Aya." He uttered hoarsely; his voice indicating excitement. The right upper corner of his perfect lips curved up in an amused smirk, as he made his way towards his speechless and startled little "sister." Oh, how much did she provoke him so; merely witnessing her slight ecstasy nearly made him go insane. He wanted to destroy her innocence and he wanted to do it now.
It's not him… It couldn't be Sousuke, it's not Sousuke. She shook her head in fear and propped herself up with her left elbow; frighteningly and hastily crawling backwards away from him… but alas, her back merely slammed against the wall and she is cornered.
"T-That… presence…" she muttered, "in my d-dream…"
His sinister smile widened at her statement as the distance between the two dwindled, "It was no dream, child."
Aizen then reached out his large hand towards her delicate face, but Aya flinched instinctively out of fear; avoiding his touch… and invoking irritation in Aizen. He has suppressed his desires for many years and has very little to no patience remaining. Instantly, his rough palm violently met with her left cheek; sending a sharp pain throughout her already-exhausted body, as her vision nearly dissipated due to the strong impact. She groaned in pain but she remained frozen in utter shock. She didn't know what was going on, and as much as she wanted to believe that this is all an illusion; choosing to be naïve did not work this time around. As much as she wanted to believe that the merciless man before her isn't Aizen, her intuition was telling her that it is indeed him; and that this is the real him.
"Look at me."
Aya obeyed his command and slowly turned towards the angered man, as she did not want him to strike her once again. She realized that her submissiveness further amused him; as it brought a smirk into his flawless face. Her frightened gaze fell directly into his captivating copper eyes; so viciously empty that the only thing she could see is the reflection of her terrified face… as though there was a barrier that protects his soul from being seen. He has locked away the little humanity he had left in him; if he ever had one to begin with.
"Sousuke… I-It's not funny anymore…" she muttered, using up the little courage she had left.
Aizen lightly hoisting her chin with the tip of his long fingers, "Oh?" he replied with amusement, "I'd thought this is what you wanted, my dear?" he questioned her mockingly as his fingers slowly got ahold of her jaw and roughly lifting her head upwards.
"T-This isn't what I meant…" she disagreed; staring down at him from the way he angled her head.
He chuckled harshly at her naivety, and turned her face in the opposite direction; as his face, specifically his mouth, inched closer to her ear. "I truly am regretful for the disappointment, Aya-chan." he whispered; his chuckles became more audible. She could feel his steamy breath against her sensitive earlobes, making her entire body shiver from an inexplicable emotion; it wasn't bad, nor was it pleasant. His chuckle came at a pause; however she can still feel the smile on his countenance through her neck as he continued his sensual whispers.
"Though, I am very glad that you have become such an obedient little girl again."
• • •
Aizen's muscular frame towered over her small form; she lied on her back, therefore he is on top of her. Aizen positioned his right arm beside Aya's head, supporting his body as he leans towards her for aggressive yet pleasurable kisses. Aya rejected by keeping her mouth tightly closed, and thus he used his free hand and clasped her cheeks together; forcing them open… resulting in a moan out of her due to the terrible pain—both physically and mentally. She had never imagined her first kiss to be so devoid of love and utterly violent. He continuously caressed her tongue with his own, and occasionally licking and nibbling on her soft lips. Aizen was enjoying everything far too much, and he was taking all the time in the world to enjoy each moment even more.
Their lips made a clicking sound as it parted; consequently, it was followed by their bodies separating from each other. Aizen examined her lovely figure, and thought how much of an excellently arousing view it was; as his manhood became more visible through his loose clothing. He unconsciously brushed back his beautiful brown hair with his long fingers, stimulating his arousal even more; as he imagines how her delicate fingers would feel doing just that. His breathing became more rapid as his craving increases. It's as if he was a wild animal that had not had any meal for a prolonged period of time… standing before his helpless prey; an exquisite and delicious meal that he gets to have all to himself.
The neckline of his black shihakusho was partly opened and his sash—completely loose that it could fall off at any moment. His robust chest… exposed to the moon's luminosity; showing the masculinity of his upper body. Even if being in such a fearsome situation, Aya could not help but admire his physique; and boy how much did it unwillingly turn her on … she wanted to see more; she wanted him to do more. However, it felt like every second lasted an eternity and she could not take the pressure of his oblivious teasing. She shakily reached out her hands towards him, making Aizen raise an eyebrow out of confusion. However, he soon found out of her intentions, as she grabbed ahold of his white sash and hesitantly but swiftly pulled it off.
Aizen laughed mockingly at how pathetic and desperate this woman is; she was just like the rest, after all. It justified his view of the world and how love is nothing but a superficial excuse to commit immorality without punishment or guilt.
"…how easy." He spat at her with utter disgust.
And moreover, "…how dreary."
She gasped as her eyes widened in complete shock, pain, and rejection. She knew she already lost her brother, but now… she had also lost Aizen. Tears began to slowly fall from her glassy orbs; and as a response, he merely snorted at her obvious reaction and completely left from her touch. He hid his bizarre amusement with an appalled visage and began to get dressed.
Once again, she is alone; and once again, she is abandoned. She looked at his back as he gets swallowed by darkness… and soon completely disappearing from her sights and possibly… from her life.
• • •
He convinced himself that he had lost interest; however…
…little does he know of the strong urge deep inside him that when once again set free…
…he may never be able to rid of.