To break is all I know Chapter 4: Kurosaki Yuzu, a bleach fanfic

Every shadow has its twin: First of all he has to fall in love with her ... but for now they are at each onther's throats

Hakkuchi: your previous question was finally answered in this chapter; now for the next one. I had my doubts regarding Aizen's surname, because just like you said, everyone calles him Aizen, not Sōsuke (and who calls the villain by the first name, right?). So I searched on bleach wiki … I don't know exactly how, but the obvious conclusion was that Aizen's surname is Sōsuke (don't ask) … thank you for pointing out a mistake. I owe you one *wink*; now that I think, I owe you two *double wink*

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To break is all I know

Chapter 4: Kurosaki Yuzu

… A look into the future …

The heroine of this story, Kurosaki Karin, was sleeping peacefully in her comfy bed, babbling something unrecognizable. On the other side of the room, her sister was still awake, reading a magazine. She had given up the girl talk a long time ago, when Karin told her that she's not interested in girl rubbish, so she should try the girly approach somewhere else.

It was an unbelievably hard truth, but since then, Yuzu hadn't tried anything like this with her sister. What was hard at first became a wonder … … Yet that was the beginning of their continuous break up, and looking back on the time they spend separately, Yuzu realized that their separation was coming to an end.

They became separate entities without sensing the change, and this saddened the girl. While Karin became a complex and powerful personality, Yuzu's character softened at such a degree that it was impossible to miss. Everyone told her that she'll get burned, that boys will break her heart, but she wasn't Karin, she wasn't powerful … she was just a child.

The irony in all this rubbish was that she was happy, in a healthy relationship with the man she loved, while Karin was the heart broken one.

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… Back in present …

Humming happily in the kitchen, with an apron tied tightly around her ample hips, Kurosaki Yuzu was preparing breakfast for the whole family. Karin was at the table talking (screaming) on the phone with one of her teammates and yelling something about "incompetent fool" and "go drown yourself in the river" … nothing new … while Ichigo was screaming obscenities at his father related to the fact that his good mornings were getting too violent for his taste … nothing new here either.

"Breakfast is ready!" screamed the girl loud enough, so the two men upstairs could hear the yell even with all the noise done between them.

"Okay Yuzu-chan … we are coming!" answered on the same frequency Kurosaki Isshin.

A loud bang was heard, and Karin sweat dropped when the father came down carrying … no dragging Ichigo by the collar of his school uniform; he was struggling like a fish on the ground, and Yuzu giggled at the melancholic sight.

It was hard to be a Kurosaki, but she could manage just fine; even with a stupid father, a sarcastic sister and a delinquent brother. They were her family … her happy family; and nobody had the liberty to hurt them in any way … nobody. And if anyone dared to touch them, she will be there ready to attack right back.

'I'm scary when angry' thought Yuzu observing the interactions between Ichigo and Karin 'they are so close. I wish I was that close to Ichi-nii'

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In the mean time, on the other side of Karakura, Aizen was looking in the mirror. He had to give up his strand of hair, because it was a distinctive feature in his appearance, and any shinigami, from unseated officers to captains knew him by it.

Still his red hair wasn't so bad, and he thought that it suited him just fine; it changed his face completely, along with the new spiky hair style. Of course his younger body was a necessity as well, helping him squeeze in the school system without problems. Who would ever look for Aizen in a high school?

"Are you ready darling?" asked his mother sweetly, stepping slightly in his tight room.

Her blue eyes roamed over his body like two thirsty hands looking for water. She looked pleased with his appearance, which wasn't a surprise for the villain. But what happened next came as a surprise.

The woman approached his figure like a feline, standing before him with eyes that mirrored lust and pure wanting. It was obvious that her lust was directed at his being, at his perfect body and nobody could deny it.

"You have one opened button" she said while her hands touched his abdomen going up, towards the rebel button.

'She's seducing me … it's so pathetic' thought the man, meditating on the level of depravedness this woman was willing to expose.

He chose this particular woman as his mother, for the authentic and unquestionable affection reflected in her eyes the moment he told her the imaginative story of his disrupted life. It was a lie of course, but still very touching and mushy … a true work of art.

However, to be jumped after only three days of school, and one previous week of holiday, was unexpected. A nauseous sensation appeared in his gut and as a result his eyes softened deceiving the looked of their trueness.

"Sorry mom…. But I'm already late for school" the smooth voice calmed the woman a little bit, but she didn't let go, her fists clenched tightly in the collar of his shirt.

Aizen's hands shot upwards, stopping the woman from going any farther; she was already too close, and the annoying sensation of nausea was rolling in his stomach like a volley ball. Also his soft brown eyes were begging for fake forgiveness. The villain looked genuinely sorry for his interruption … like an innocent child imploring desperately for something.

"Okay" said the woman, letting go gradually, until her hands were finally detached from his shirt.

Like a storm, Aizen rushed past her, reaching the door and mumbling a short goodbye. In two seconds he was out, on his way to school. Back, in the room he just left, the mother said smiling at the closing door:

"He's too innocent" she sighted "maybe I'll try some other time …"

Unknown to her, Aizen's thoughts were not so innocent, and he wasn't even coming close to the term of innocence. Was the devil ever innocent?

At the same time, the villain was thinking darkly about what happened in the room; he was also making diabolic plans for the future 'I will fuck her some other time …Now I have a private lesson to attend'

The woman was so wrong about him … her ideas about his personality were way too far from the actual truth; and the situation was so ironic … because Aizen chose to go to a boring lecture about computer science over a roll in the hay with her.

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On the school's grounds, more precisely in the school's yard, a beautiful woman with long, wavy chestnut hair was tumbling from side to side, seeking for something she previously dropped. Her freaked out face gave up the fact that whatever she dropped on the sandy soil was of great importance.

This is how Aizen Samaki found the woman when his silent walk from home came to an end. She was frenetically digging in the ground for the said object, throwing sand everywhere. A cloud of dust was beginning to form around her body.

"Can I help you?" asked politely the man, his eyes sparkling with fake goodness.

The woman stared for a long time at him, not believing her eyes or her ears. She was startled by the sudden gesture of kindness, and like any other instinctual being, she doubted his reasons; Jinta was giving her free candies because he liked her, a.k.a. wanted to get in her pants, but that was a long time ago. However, with all her doubts, the girl answered, not wanting to be impolite with the visitor.

"No … thank you very much"

The man didn't give up; he even knelled besides her, smiling with a softness the instantly melted all the uneasiness previously felt. And when he asked with the same smooth seductive voice "What have you lost?" Yuzu lost all good sense in the dirt underneath her feet.

She stuttered something about an earring, and they proceeded in searching the object side by side.

After 10 minutes of awkward silence and undercover glances, they found the ear gear near the gate, and Yuzu cursed her incompetence for the eleventh time that morning.

"Don't worry. It happens" reassured her Aizen.

"I'm such a klutz" cried Yuzu, cleaning a tear that threatened to drop on her cheek "It happens every time. Sorry to have bothered you mister …"

He smiled sweetly, the brown eyes mirroring happiness. It wasn't the kind of happiness Yuzu expected, because while she was thinking how such a smile could exist, he was thinking how lucky his day was; another innocent girl to manipulate in his master plan, another easy target like Hinamori.

But the bomb has yet to come …

"Aizen Samaki" his right hand reached forward waiting for the girl to shake it, along with her name … another name on his long list of victims.

But … the answer wasn't the one he had expected, its force hitting him in the gut like a long and sharp knife.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Aizen-san. I'm Yuzu … Kurosaki Yuzu" and she shook his hand softly but firmly.

For two seconds the mask crumbled to the ground under the pressure of this new information. His face couldn't be describe, because it enclosed too many expressions, some of them in total disagreement with each other; antithetic emotions passed on his face without censor confusing the viewing girl. She tried to say something, but Aizen was faster in asking the question that bugged him like an ever lasting itch.

"Do you have any connection with Kurosaki Ichigo?" his mask of kindness being reinstalled, along with an innocent smile full of hope and goodness.

A part of Aizen hoped that she had no connection with that Kurosaki family, while another part begged for a sibling or cousin-like relationship between this girl and Ichigo. If the last one was correct, the villain just found the perfect doll for his plan; all he was left to do was to attach the strings, and the master puppeteer was ready to give a representation for the willing crowd.

Yuzu understood the previous confusion and smiled sweetly at the man, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree; she even giggled softly, as her answer confirmed the second hypothesis.

"Yes … he is my big brother" the brown eyes sparkled, while her mind was searching for a good excuse "I know everyone says he's a delinquent, but I know it's not true" the cute saddening face was another resemblance Yuzu had with Hinamor "Sorry … if he did something to you"

Yuzu stepped back, fearing a burst of anger from Aizen, but luckily it didn't come. Still she was unable to penetrate the mask that covered his expression, hiding at the same time the body language. She just heard his peaceful response, not guessing the actual thoughts behind it.

"Don't worry. He did nothing to me … I just heard his name a couple of days ago, and I was wandering if you had any connection with him … since you carry the Kurosaki surname."

'Yes … Don't worry … He did nothing, apart from sending me in a stinky, awful prison for 5 years' the antithetic thoughts aroused in the villains mind 'But I will get my revenge and you little, fragile, beautiful doll are my ticket. I'll make you curse the Kurosaki name'

"Oh … I understand. Then I have nothing to worry about." She couldn't guess the dark thoughts that passed through her interlocutor's mind.

Aizen was sure that he just hit the jackpot. Then he remembered his computer science lesson and suddenly every single drop of happiness (or Aizen's equivalent) got down the drain in an instant.

"Something wrong, Aizen-san?" asked Yuzu.

"No …" smiled Aizen innocently "I have computer science private lessons, and I can't say I'm eager to go." For the first time in that cursed day, the villain spoke the truth about something.

The girl giggled at his frightened expression and vaguely remembered Karin's complain about a computer retard named Samaki, along with the fact that he was the annoying (talented) new gatekeeper. This information clicked in her mind and linked with the new one resulting in the next statement.

"Karin-chan told me about you"

"Karin?" was the villains reply … confusion could be easily read on his soft face.

"Sorry …" she said, clearing her throat in a dramatic way, like acting "Your captain"

With a smile that never left his face, the villain processed the received information, realizing that the Kurosaki girl was talking about the bitch; so … they were friends … strange enough coming from two opposite personalities.

"Oh … you mean her"

Aizen almost snickered at Yuzu's expression, but stopped in time; this act was getting to his serious personality. It was still unclear what his current face was, because he was playing so many roles, so many characters that mistaking one for another became frequent.

Now… the first question was how to use her as the main puppet. There were different methods, but the one Aizen had in mind was more fun for him (and for her at another level). Seducing a victim with undeniable charm, without being perverted or lout was a magnificent art, but like a second nature for the talented gatekeeper. Yuzu will fall easily, just like Hinamori dropped in his net.

"So … Kurosaki-san" the name brought a bitter taste in his mouth, but for the sake of his plan, he had to endure it "I know it's sudden, but …" his face reddened "Do you have any plans for tomorrow … after school"

His acting came at such a high level that he was able to make his body react in a certain/wanted way; like reddening at command. It came in handy, especially now with the most important pawn.

On the other hand, Yuzu wasn't in need of any previous training in body reaction, because her face took the dark shade of red as natural as possible. She tried to stutter a no, which turned into a yes, but Aizen's begging face amplified by big brown puppy dog eyes definitely changed her decision. She said with her sweet voice that she wasn't busy tomorrow after school.

Aizen was wondering where this entire lax attitude came from. Her father and her brother were as hotheaded as the 11-th squad's captain … maybe the mother was to blame…

"What's going on here!" a familiar voice interjected behind them, with a force that startled the poor creature he was trying to study. Aizen could only sigh, as he turned around facing the girl of his demise.

"Captain … What a pleasure …"

Karin was looking overly pissed off, but at least her expression was one of anger, and not one of pure dumbness. That was one of the many reasons why Aizen loved so much to exceedingly annoy the hell out of her.

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With the schoolbag hanged over one shoulder in a strange position, and with a face that said 'stay away or you'll regret ever stepping into this world', Karin walked down the street towards the prison called school. For the first time in ages, Yuzu was not at her side, the pleasant company being strongly missed by the tomboy. Still she wasn't missing the unidentified looks they received when walking to school.

It was a beautiful day, but the perspective of another impossible lesson with Samaki wasn't pleasurable at all. As a matter of fact she was praying to God for a miracle that included either skipping the lesson, either being hit by a bus … of course Aizen was the protagonist of this story. She could see the titles "Aizen Samaki … the boy who didn't live". Life wasn't fair, and Karin instinctively knew that Aizen will be at school, annoying the hell out of her only with his mere presence. To think how badly the situation will become once his big, sarcastic mouth opens was one of those things Karin wasn't eager to think of.

In the distance, the girl saw the school's yard, and two students talking; judging by the high alone, they were a boy and a girl. Her mind flew away, thinking about Yuzu and her strange relationship with Jinta, also her strange relationship with Toshiro...

Karin vehemently shook the backpack in order to stop the walk down the memory lane. Toshiro was a friend from Soul Society that didn't give any sign for 4 years … was … he was a friend. Still a part of her knew that when trouble will come on Soul Society's shoulders, sooner or later they will call Ichigo … and usually the ones that did the job were: Rukia, Renji or Toshiro. Even with this certainty, Karin wasn't sure that seeing Toshiro will solve the problem, because … she will not be able to get over the fact that he left. Moving on was the only solution she could accept.

Little did the girl know … because the decision of moving on will be the worst she ever made … …

Karin's walk (and revelation) came to an end, when she was finally able to see the two figures in the yard. For two seconds she was stunned, resembling a marble statue … the white face wasn't helping in this comparison. Then she saw Yuzu's expression, and Aizen's obviously fake smile and rage took over.

Like an unreleased storm, with thunders and flashy bolts, Karin marched towards them, shaking the ground with loud steps; her fierce temper was getting to her again, and for the first time she was unable to tell the reason. When Yuzu was involved with a boy, she was acting clam, but deadly, and it usually concluded with the boy being scared for life, or unable to walk straight due to a well placed kick … but this time was different, and she couldn't tell why …

When she was behind the couple, her ears caught the last fraction of a sentence told by a totally red Yuzu… "… tomorrow after school". It wasn't the perfect sentence for a twin sister to hear.

"What's going on here!" snarled Karin, her eyes going from one to another asking for a good explanation.

"Captain … What a pleasure …"

Karin's hand tightened in a fist when hearing Aizen's mocking tone. Her anger spiked along with the vast mass of reiatsu she possessed, but he didn't notice being too busy with other things, like leering at Yuzu.

"Fuck off Samaki"

"Don't be like this with Aizen-san" came Yuzu's accusing tone.

Moreover, like a hurt puppy, Aizen was watching her with his big, soft, mushy brown attractive eyes, and for a tiny second, she was this close to apologize for something she didn't do; those eyes should be forbidden. But the girl had the decency to stop in time and plan an ironic counterattack.

"Aizen-san?" she asked astonished at the improper honorific "Okay … I give up …"

"Karin-chan …?" Yuzu said, the confused tone being triggered by her sister's confession. To hear the term "give up" from the well known Kurosaki was strange, rare, unusual and … damn near impossible.

The next topic confused the girl even more, because Karin looked serious while speaking …

"If I could have the pleasure of Aizen-san's company in the computer science laboratory, I would be deeply grateful my dear Yuzu"

A snicker escaped the twin's mouth, but it wasn't because of the freshly discovered sarcasm, but because she had no idea why Karin was so formal towards her and Samaki. Not bothering to ask any question, Yuzu concluded

"That's better"

Aizen and Karin sweat dropped simultaneously, stealing glances at each other. They both knew that Yuzu was too naïve for her own good, and the villain was the one able to use it …

"So … it's settled?" asked the man, ignoring Karin's arising anger; of course that with the corner of the eye, he was enjoying the upset expression that was lingering on the tomboy's face.

"Yes Aizen-san" answered the brown haired woman.

"Perfect"

After that she left the yard, waving friendly at both of them.

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"You really are full of shit, Samaki"

"Really …?" asked the man.

They were walking side by side, both wearing bored expressions on their faces. The corridor was dark and an atmosphere of danger was lingering in the air.

"But a good actor" continued Karin as she opened the lab's door.

"Thank you"

He wasn't in the mood for long phrases, so he settled for short answers plus a creepy smirk.

"Let's go … I'll teach you how to use Microsoft Word"

While entering the small room, stuffed with metallic objects, Aizen's mind decided on the following course of action. It was impossible to use Karin like the Kurosaki bitch or his mother because of the way she was constructed … her personality was liquid fire, impossible to tame, yet interesting to watch. He will watch her for now … but she was useless in his plan, and useless things were garbage that deserved to be extinguished.

"Stop with that face Aizen. You're scaring the computers and they won't open"

Aizen smiled dangerously, warning of a diabolic mind … warning for those willing to listen … "Are the computers the ones scared, Karin?"

She turned 180 degrees, facing him completely; their closeness came as a surprise, but she was able to stand her ground. A shiver crossed her spine, when she realized how close he must have been standing behind her … it must have been pretty close since turning around practically affixed their bodies.

Because her high was average, while his was beyond tallness, Karin was forced to raise her head, in order to capture his glance; she immediately regretted the decision of meeting his eyes, because what she saw there was indescribable … even barely ajar, the density behind his eyelids was squashing her like a bug. With all this physiological pressure, Karin forgot to breath, only to remember a moment later.

"Of course they are scared. What normal person won't be?"

His mere presence was intoxicating, but she was able to stand her own. Her name wasn't Kurosaki Karin for nothing.

Aizen smiled slyly at her question. Indeed he have been asking himself the same thing for a long, long time, and apart from her and Kurosaki Ichigo, nobody ever shown so much self control in order to stop the intuitive fear from arising. It was an accomplishment on her part, but still not enough, because without the reiatsu inhibitor, the threat was obviously smaller. He answered the question partially, leaving the Kurosaki Ichigo part for another time.

"You"

"Thank you … " Karin said while stepping back, recreating the personal space she needed so much "You just said I'm not normal"

"Obviously" stated proudly Aizen, glancing attentively at her.

"I told you about your god complex, right?"

"Likewise"

His elegant vocabulary and stance were getting to Karin, so she tried a counterattack

"You're an asshole"

Aizen smirked, taking a seat at one of the closest computers "Likewise … Karin"

"Why do I bother? Let's just begin the lesson. First of all …"

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Sorry for the lamest chapter in history …

Thank you for the amazing reviews (thanks again Hakkuchi for the best nose in sniffing mistakes *giggling*) and please when you see a spelling or grammar mistake do tell me (I found a couple of them in my last chapters, but I know there are even more)

This date with Yuzu is very important for the story's future, and for Aizen's :d … and yes … Karin begins to experience jealousy.

I'm curious about something: How many of you "practice" in real life something close to the subject of languages, philology or literature… If you have the time you can just PM me with a yes or no. I don't need a composition … I just want to make a statistic :)