The blood soaked steel still lingering in front of his face, a gash across his chest, Kisuke tried to maintain his composure...whatever shattered pieces were left of it. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" his face now renewed with anger his eyes now darkened. The reply was nothing but an iced side glance. Aizen's silence only gave Kisuke time to think, he needed a plan...a method of escape but how?
How did he even get captured in the first place? his memories still fuzzy and blurred, the pieces he remembered made no sense like parts of a puzzle that just wouldn't fit. Last he remembered he was running, no zanpakuto, his breathing rapid and harsh.
The reality was that Kisuke had been attacked,this much had been true, but what was never really explained was...why?. Of course his intellect made him a formidable enemy, but this seemed different, a stronger cryptic and concealed reason.
He had been at a party amazingly Kisuke hadn't been drinking at all. Instead of being the life of the party and the massive clown who made the best questionable jokes, he strangely felt sick to his core, he needed to leave; saying his farewells before leaving. It was a bleak, brisk night; a chilled wind was capturing and caressing the autumn leaves in the slight gusts that almost looked like some intricate dance. He watched, lost in thought admiring the midnight blue of the beautiful night sky. He had a foreboding feeling haunting him all night, he was certain he was being followed, regardless of how well the person was hidden, Kisuke knew something wasn't right. He tightened his grip on Benihime and continued his path back to the Shoten.
Choosing the worst possible night to lose himself in thinking, he wandered the "scenic route" through the park, it looked truly stunning at night the glint of the crescent moon shimmering across the lake, a lone bridge crossed the silver tone water with a set of seats and a barbeque area under a small pergola in the centre. Kisuke sat at one of the seats, a chilled wind picking up again, he pulled his coat in tighter to his body clinging to the warmth. His plan was to draw the person following into the open area, but the pursuer seemed to keep a cautious further distance, Kisuke could barely feel anything except biting cold and the light pounding of his heart, he moved on.
Somewhere he lost track of where he was going "Damn it..." he muttered to himself before exerting a long disappointed sigh, holding Benihime so tight his knuckles turned white keeping his senses on full alert. Dull crunches were the only sound made, whoever was following was extremely skilled in observation. A silver flash caught the corner of his eye, his reaction lightning quick, a person in thick black robes and a crafted black mask was now clashing zanpakutos with him. "Who are you?" he growled through gritted teeth "Why are you following me?" his voice assertive and demanding but the questions were left unanswered. More flashes distracted him, the masked man slashed only to see the blonde disappear,and seemingly re-appear above him. Kisuke was highly skilled in tricks and confusing strategies but he never expected what was going to happen, the man was quick. Kisuke didn't even see him. A swift, powerful and accurate slice completely disarmed Kisuke, Benihime was sent clattering to the cracked pavement. He attempted to get her back but his stalker continued a relentless attack. The blows coming so fast all he could do was helplessly avoid and run,he stopped; searching for the attacker, his worst possible mistake...
A sharp shooting pain hit Kisuke in the side of his neck, the crippling sting brought him to his knees, he tried to focus but the streetlights seemed to be blurred and out of focus the world feeling like it was spinning around and beneath him. His hearing faded a sign of his impending unconsciousness as the colour drained from his surroundings, leaving the mask man standing behind him holding an empty syringe. Kisuke fell into a heap on the ground completely passed out. These memories were knocked out of place, the only thing he remembers, fear.
He was interrupted from the still silence and his rapid train of thought by Aizen's advance, he drew in close to Kisuke's face. He was excruciatingly close, leaning in just mere inches away from the blond's face. "Get the hell away fro-" Kisuke was cut off mid sentence, Aizen silencing his protest with a long passionate kiss. Surprised and still in shock Kisuke didn't even think, to his own regret he couldn't control himself, returning the kiss with as much ferocity and skill equal to that of the giver, Aizen clenched his fingers and nails into Kisuke's shoulder while his other hand buried in messy, unbrushed blond hair, an uncontrolled gasp from burning pain gave Aizen the chance he wanted, sliding in his tongue and taking full control of the kiss leaving Kisuke to succumb to the passionate yet crushing defeat.
Leaving the display of his victory, but long from finished yet he simply leaned in over Kisuke's shoulder and left feather-light kisses on the side of his neck. He stayed there for a while moving so slightly that Kisuke felt light brushes of velvet-soft dark brown hair across his cheek, this left him stunned, how the scenario had changed so suddenly, from fear inducing and sadistic, to passionate and content.
"Kisuke..." He snapped back into focus at the sound of his name,the soft-spoken calls of his name continued until he dared to reply. "Yes... Aizen?" he answered in a low and resigned tone.
"Call me Sousuke, there's no need for formality now, is there?" repositioning himself, now casting the shadow of his figure over Kisuke again with the flickering light of the dimming candle illuminating his face "Do you know why I brought you here, Kisuke?" he paused, his intense brown eyes staring profoundly into the blond's grey-green eyes.
"Because you're corrupt and delusional?" Kisuke toyed with the reply his voice filled with a lighter tone, but with a distinct sarcastic, unimpressed and esoteric undertone.
He stilled and silence drifted across the pale lit room once again. Unsure of how Sousuke was going to react, Kisuke all but needed a reaction, he needed to determine just where the pieces lied in this game sparked anew. He had to make this a fair game, that was his first goal.