To break is all I know Chapter 14: Unwanted kiss, a bleach fanfic

I do not own Bleach … :) and I do not earn any kind of money from this snippet.

This chapter had been beta-ed by Cittyno2 (thank you very much). If you find any mistakes, it's her fault (not mine). I may have exaggerated in this one, but it's very important not to forget that Aizen is truly an atrocious villain.

Warning: This chapter contains some M-rated material plus Aizen's cruelty.

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To break is all I know

Chapter 14: Unwanted kiss

"I got my defenses up so no man would ever be able to get over them …

Toshiro was the last one … nobody would ever find a special place in my heart … never ever"

Kurosaki Karin's diary

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There, on the porch, a beautiful girl was watching the stars and the bright full moon with mid interest. Something else was clearly occupying her mind and this could be read in her dark orbs of shiny glister.

"Karin" his salute came out as a whisper.

But when she turned around in order to see the person that greeted her, facing him with that powerful gaze, everything broke. The world stopped gravitating around the Sun, time halted its irreversible flow and life began to take a new shape. A loud and annoying rhythm was banging against the walls, but Aizen didn't care about the people inside and their lousy taste in music. All he wanted, needed was there, reflected in his chocolate brown eyes.

The moon ran over the pale marble face, slipping over her smooth skin, surrounding the beautiful pair of eyes and focusing its light on the rosy lips.

Aizen stepped forward, driven by a strong impulse of want and guided by the shiny stars glistering above their heads. One of his hands left its place and moved over the pale cheek, feeling the silky texture underneath the roughness of its long fingers. So soft … too soft for someone that played in dust all day and climbed in trees to seek the comfort she couldn't find at home. And everything seemed so unreal, illuminated by fabulous wonder and engulfed in an aura of mystery.

The hand slipped downwards onto the frail neck, following the zigzag pattern left by the moon's reflection between the naked branches of the autumn's stripped oaks. Blood pulsed through veins in a rabid rhythm, alerting Aizen of the vividly beating heart resting inside her thoracic cavity. The index finger, pressed firmly onto her pulse point, was pulsating along with every heartbeat that pumped the red liquid inside her veins. All together, she was clearly feeling something deep and powerful, because nothing else could make her heart go crazy like that. He even tilted her chin upwards connecting their eyes into an everlasting dance.

If there was something the villain desired more than anything, then that thing was without a trace of doubt this feisty girl with dark marine eyes.

To say Karin was stunned by the sudden gesture of affection was a statement, but somehow she was being highly flattered by it. Those deep and shiny brown eyes wanted, lusted, desired, but it was the drop of insanity hidden inside them that attracted Karin the most. Not ever had a man looked at her the way Aizen was, apparently, looking and none dared to touch her so intimately. However, he was doing it without her consent and no matter how much was his loving action stroking her ego, there was still a part of her that couldn't get over this tiny fact.

"Take your hand off me," she snarled while slapping away the invading hand "Don't you dare touch me ever again!"

The moment his hand left its former place, Karin regretted the sudden loss of warmth. That didn't mean her threats were less real or anywhere near harmless. Kurosaki Karin was a creature of life, created only to live in wildness and freedom; a force of nature, a hurricane that could come down any moment and destroy everything in its path. Powerful, crazy, beautiful and courageous … a dangerous combination of attributes.

Aizen couldn't say anything, because it was nothing else to say. Nothing else to clear up.

"Why do you always try to fuck around with my head like this Aizen!" she asked loudly, searching his eyes for an answer that has yet to come.

Her voice thundered into his ears like a roar from a ferocious Hollow, but he could tell she was falling apart with every second she stood there yelling at him. His earth brown eyes lost the previous hard edge and took on a softer chocolate shade. In that moment she was just an innocent child, standing before a man and asking an impossible question, asking for something he couldn't give her. A reason for his actions … and truthfully he had no idea why did he act like this.

"First you mess around with Yuzu, now you're trying to screw with my head..."

Her voice became low and raspy. Aizen caught sight of her fists, clenching and digging into the palms of her delicate flesh. The former overlord was tempted to hold those pale hands in his own or at least have them gripping onto him with wild abandon.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME, SAMAKI!"

Her question was soon answered as Aizen swiftly swept her from behind, putting a strong arm on her waist and taking her in until their lips collided. She was forced by Aizen's impressive height to stand on her toes as she let his gentle but longing kiss engulf her rosy lips. He titled his head, bumping their noses in the process, but not noticing because of the soft sensation her plushy lips were leaving onto his rough ones.

She stood completely still, unsure if she should push him away or kiss him back...

It was plainly obvious that she harbored some deep feeling for the red haired computer retard, but at the same time, she feared feeling anything for anyone, besides her family. Anything related to the subject of love was doomed to end in tragedy and since her luck with man was approaching rapidly zero, it was just as clear as her decision. She won't let him past her defenses, because it was too much at stake; even some things she wasn't eager to give up.

The hand resting on her lower back sneaked under the blackish tank top, drawing circles on the feeble skin. At the same time, a warm something pressed just between her barely parted lips, seeking a way in. Karin clenched her jaw even harder, blocking any passage inside her mouth.

It was one of the rare moments Aizen regretted his indecision and stupid hesitation. As a result of her actions, the man growled while his lips were still firmly pressed at the corner of her mouth.

"Why do you resist me, Karin?" He whispered against her heated skin, as hot breaths hit her cheek "When all you want is being perfectly played before your eyes"

Her short fingers dug painfully in his neck, pushing him backwards, away from her body. She just wanted him as far away as possible, not caring about his feelings or anything else.

"Because you are a bastard that believes only in himself and doesn't care for anything but himself" she snarled with hate and disgust as Aizen loosened his grip on the tiny waist "A narcissist that has the audacity to think he's a god, when in reality he's just a human being seeking for greatness" this time Karin shook the foreign hand and took a welcomed step back "You use the objects around you, you use human beings, you use everything and whenever you feel like it. I have seen how you have manipulated Yuzu and our soccer teammates … and they have played like fiddles on your skilful hands."

Aizen stepped forward, but Karin mirrored his movement in reverse. Not the actual movement scared Karin, but the strange light reflected inside his brown eyes. In that, moment he looked like a predator staking his pray and clearly wanting something more than worlds.

Weren't her statements supposed to wake up anger and hate inside him? Then why was he approaching her with the ferocity of a wild animal that wants, desires its pray.

"I'm gonna tell you once, so listen carefully "this was her last attempt of a comeback "I won't be used"

Her eyes were bugging him; that liquid fire that burned in her dark blue orbs was pissing him off. It was the end of the road and for the first time Aizen gave up the last drop of sense and relied on instinct alone. He had waited long enough … after all, he was a man with limited patience.

"I don't plan to use you" the lusty glance he had sent, forced her to take another step back because of its intensity "You cannot be used by anyone, because you're too damn stubborn."

She tried to avoid his hand, but he grabbed her arm forcefully and threw her against the wall. Karin felt the pain that crossed her back, but she was far more afraid of his purely lustful gaze. She squirmed under his powerful grasp, but any effort was in vain, because he wasn't loosening the hold even for a mere second.

A feeling of pure terror took over her when his tall frame joined hers against the wall. If before she had been afraid she won't be able to escape his trap, now she was terrified because she had no way out, especially with him standing in her way. As a last resort, Karin tried to push him backwards by bracing herself against his broad shoulders, but his other hand, the one that wasn't on her wrist, encircled her tiny waist bringing their bodies together in unity again.

"But even wild beasts can be tamed" He spoke huskily, breathing heavily on her neck.

Aizen was acting all on instinct and that could be clearly seen in his blurred eyes and wide smirk. His behavior was different from before. He was rougher in his movements and touches and his grip was firmer than steel, not leaving any escape route or weak point visible.

The hand on her waist tightened its hold and this time Karin groaned in pain as her whole body was being squashed between the wall and Aizen's hard chest. She squirmed some more and her struggles became more erratic when his mouth attacked her left shoulder, the top's strip slipping on her milky skin …

He was biting unmercifully on her bones, her neck, and what happened to be in his way, digging his teeth in her sensitive flesh and leaving deep marks of desire behind them. Somewhere in him mind he registered that this was a man's way of marking something as his property, women being included in the equation, but he didn't realize that it was a prehistoric kind of thinking. He just wanted to make Karin his in every possible way.

Was it normal to want something as desperately as he wanted this pathetic human?

"Let me go!" Roared Karin in his ear pushing him even harder. She had no chance against his superior brute force, but she was giving him a fight worthy of a thousand Shinigami, which was turning him on even more.

Meanwhile Aizen found the soft skin that covered her neck, but he buried his face in the crook where her neck and shoulder met, licking her skin sensually in well-proportioned circles. His other hand had freed her wrist and was now behind her neck angling it at his own wish. Karin lost her mind for a second, burying her hands in his disheveled hair and blessing his ears with a well-deserved deep and carnal moan of pleasure.

Taking this as a sign of benevolence, Aizen moved the target on her fragile throat, where he sucked hungrily like a greedy creature that wanted everything from the helpless woman in his arms. The soft skin tasted like apples, a good reminder for their time together and her hair smelled like wild forest intoxicating his senses and clouding his judgment even more.

Sweet, wild, beautiful, innocent, chocolate, pine, apples … too many sensations to distinguish between them and too many tasty flavors to chose from. Too much passion and lust on Aizen's part!

A delicious aroma of a sweet, but subtle perfume enveloped his nostrils. Trying to find out where did the catchy odor came from, Aizen sniffed just under her ear reaching the faint aroma that was still lingering there. She had, probably, perfumed herself just before coming to the party.

With one hand entangled in his red locks and the other dug in his scapula, Karin could barely distinguish the sounds she was emitting. Another soft lick, just under the ear, brought her back making her realized how incredibly compromising was their position.

"Mhh …Let me go!" She yanked at his hair, hoping to remove his lips or at least to stop them from ascending further along her neck.

Feeling the violent tug of his hair, which apart from annoying him was breaking his concentration, Aizen grabbed her hands forcing her to let go. She struggled, but he was far more powerful and impossible to beat once started. He pinned the rebel hands by her sides, being bound to release her waist, but it didn't matter, since his chest was functioning as an unbreakable clench for her body.

The girl continued to resist him, even if the power in her hands was slowly decreasing, being replaced by reiatsu infused kicks. True, she couldn't control them properly and with her clouded mind, this task was infinitely harder.

While Karin was attempting to find a way out of this tangled situation, Aizen attacked her lips fervently, pushing his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss. It was the second time he touched the soft flesh of her mouth and this time he dared to take one full minute in tasting her fully and carefully. Again, a multitude of flavors rolled into his mouth, the only one he could recognize being a mixture of apples with strawberries.

Her hands gripped his, shaking uncontrollably and indirectly asking him to stop these forceful actions, but he ignored her again. His lips parted slightly molding themselves against hers. Still he got no response from Karin, who was one-step closer from having a total breakdown. Anything seemed useless and in that, moment she prayed to god for someone to come out and save her … but no one came.

Her legs were stuck in an unbreakable grip between his and any movement involving her hands was impossible due to a similar state of limpness. The soft meat of his tongue traced the outline of her lips, burying them in the greasy moisture of his saliva.

Then a brilliant idea formed in Karin's mind.

'Calm down' again very hard with Aizen squashing her like a sandwich between himself and the wall 'And … hope it will work and he'll take the bait' she snarled silently somewhere deep inside her throat 'Calm, calm, calm …' she repeated over and over again.

She opened her mouth, slowly, feeling excruciatingly helpless when a foreign tongue invaded her defenseless cavity. A wave of nausea hit her stomach, being intensified when she realized how weak was her state in comparison to Samaki's. But she got over her short moment of self-pity, gathering all the force she could muster in one last try … and she bit down, her teeth digging like knives in his tongue.

"Argh!" howled Aizen, detaching himself from her frail form "What the …"

But he wasn't able to finish the sentence because Karin interrupted him with a well-aimed kick in the nuts. Her right foot made contact with his unprotected groin, sending him on his knees, literally. He gave a low grunt of pain as he slipped into a bend position grabbing the abused area and cursing every god that created the man with such an obvious weakness.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" Sputtered Karin taking a hesitant step back.

Still, her movement was halted by a strangled voice belonging to the kneeling teen.

"Do you think I'll let you leave after this?" And he bent forward seizing her wrist "You are mine…" his eyes sparkling with want.

Suddenly Aizen felt an atrocious pain in his left cheek as Karin's palm made contact with it in a loud slap. Skin hit skin and he was compelled to let go of her arm, bringing one hand over his cheek as a cover. The cold palm touched the hot and sore skin underneath it, forcing a pained hiss out of his mouth.

When his brown irises made contact with hers, hatred was the only thing he was able to see inside them. He tried to say something, but it was already too late to apologize and even an honest sorry seemed overestimated in that moment. And if this wasn't enough, Aizen felt a painful tug in his pants, alerting him of a third party's waking up.

Wasn't that kick supposed to be a turn off, because his junior didn't seem to agree with this simple logic. He was very lucky that in that bend position, Karin couldn't see the front of his pants, or another kick in the nuts would have been bound to happen …again.

Still, her straight and confident posture, standing in front of him with those fearless eyes, got him even harder, but he tried to conceal this fact by glaring dangerously up at her. As a response, Karin narrowed her eyes slightly just before a loud shriek penetrated their ears. It was a car's alarm that started because of a dog that happened to approach it, sniffing the ground for a good marking place.

"I am not yours" she roared, ignoring the annoying noise "We are over, Aizen; along with anything that might have happened between us in this last month. I don't want to see you ever again" fire burned in her eyes as her lips parted slightly "And stay away from my twin sister, or I swear my brother won't be the only one at your throat"

Her steps echoed through the darkness, slamming against the pavement and losing themselves in the sable shadows of the night. If it hadn't been for that last sentence, Aizen would have followed her, probably doing something, he might have regretted the next morning, but he didn't.

His mind had been blocked from any strenuous activity, being occupied with this new piece of information. A piece of information he didn't want to believe, even if all the factors pointed directly at it, screaming of its genuineness. The frown that resembled Ichigo's, her unusual protectiveness over the Kurosaki girl, the monstrous mass of spiritual energy she possessed, the strange fire that burned inside her being, the close resemblance she held with her father … all of this should have alerted him of this.

Even now, with all these facts tossed in front of him, he couldn't believe it. To be blinded by circumstances was one thing, but he was a genius at planning … he should have seen it coming from a mile, yet he did not.

The man rose from the ground, using the wall as support, shaking with barely controlled anger; anger at himself for being fooled by a human girl, anger at Karin for daring to oppose him and even deny him what he wanted and the last, anger at his body for reacting so badly at a simple excitement.

His gigai was clearly malfunctioning, because it was no way in hell he was supposed to be so aroused, especially after receiving a kick like that in the soft side.

However, his agglomerate mind wasn't doing him any good, because every single cell of his body was yelling after the sudden loose of warmth. He could almost feel her hands in his hair and her sweet aroma on his lips. If only she had stayed …

Still she was the sister of his enemy and a woman he wanted so desperately that it hurt. Literally, hurt since his groin was starting to ache. He gave a low grunt as something twitched in his pants.

'Pathetic human body' he thought, rapidly regaining his balance when he heard the club's door open.

"Hello there man" saluted Tony, the attractive attacker and one of his so called friends "You look kind of ravished."

He was probably referring to the torn collar, the place from where Karin had tried to yank him away, or to the disheveled red hair, or maybe the red palm imprinted on his cheek. The last one was sure to last for at least a couple of days as a dark-blue bruise.

Even with his ruffled appearance, Aizen tried to smile sweetly and he even succeeded in this task.

"Yeah, don't worry."

It worked perfectly, at least until his collocutor saw the obvious bulge in his pants. It was too evident not to be noticed.

"Wow, man. Who got you in this state without finishing the job?" he inquired, laughing at the gatekeeper's predicament "I advise you to go to the bathroom and finish it yourself, because, by the looks of it, it must hurt pretty badly"

"Tell me about it" grumbled Aizen, avoiding any eye contact with Tony. "Could you tell Yuzu that I left early because of a stomachache?"

If Tony found his question anywhere near funny, he kept it hidden, not sharing any kind of sardonic comment, just nodding and adding, with a hint of irony in his voice.

"Of course. Well … pleasant jerking off, my friend"

And the worst part was that he wasn't kidding.

"Tony. What is our captain's surname?" inquired Aizen, struggling to keep his cool.

Sighing and turning around, Tony pointed his stared right into Aizen's chocolate eyes, probably checking if there was at least a tiny trace of sanity left behind.

"You don't know our captain's name?" When the man smiled softly and shook his head, he continued "It's Kurosaki … Kurosaki Karin. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious" said Aizen, realizing that his presumption had been correct.

Tony didn't seem to believe him, but decided to let him go just this once, not forgetting to add mockingly:

"I'll tell Yuzu, don't worry. Captain would kill me if she found out I have let her sister go home with someone half aroused. And I like my face exactly where it is … and my balls, let's not forget about them."

As a goodbye, Tony waved behind him and opened the door stepping through it the next moment, leaving Aizen alone with his own problems.

To think that such a thing could happen to a man that believed to be a god was impossible, yet Aizen knew that his little stunt from tonight had blown off in his face with a spectacular kaboom. But at least he had all the facts he needed and nothing could surprise him anymore. He also had one of Ichigo's sisters in the palm of his hand while the other was still in progress.

A smirk appeared on his face as a dark thought squeezed inside his mind 'Now I want the little minx in my bed more than ever' but was assaulted by a deep torturous pain in the lower part that worked as a perfect reminder for his little problem down there.

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Karin burst into the house, slamming the door behind her with a loud bang; the door hit the wooden frame shaking up the whole building. It took her only a moment to realize that the house was plunged in total darkness, only the subtle light of the moon passing through the curtains spreading an aura of serenity over the lonely room. The girl sighed in relief when the sudden feeling of distress disappeared into thin air. She had been afraid of what would happen if her dear family was home inquiring her on the unexpected and early return.

She didn't worry about her sister, because someone was sure to bring her home safely; and if Samaki dared to show his face near her ever again, he was in for a big surprise. Still, that astonished expression plastered on his face when she said those things about Ichigo couldn't leave her mind rest one tiny bit. Judging that, it was easy to presume he had no idea of the sibling relationship she shared with Ichigo, but he really looked genuinely unaware of it. Maybe he didn't know, but it made no important difference.

With heavy steps, the girl climbed the stairs, searching for the light switch on the wall. Finally, she found it and after her fingers had pressed the button, a wave of light drowned the hall and the bathroom in its dazzling glim.

"Damn it!" she cursed loudly when the light invaded her eyes, blinding her momentarily. "Fucking light"

She stepped on the wet tiles, losing her balance when her left foot slipped on a wet spot. Luckily, she was saved by the washing machine that worked as support for her falling body. Karin cursed some more, this time her anger being focused on Yuzu and her habit of splashing water around every time she took a bath.

Then her body moved towards the sink, using the bathtub as advantage, where she carefully damped her sweaty face, letting the water flow over her trembling hands and then slamming them against her face. Those hands … hands that had dug into Aizen's scalp; hands that had been pinned to the wall, small hands; fragile hands with short fingers; the total opposite of his callous, powerful and long fingered ones.

With a firm shake of the head, Karin chased away those thoughts, not wanting to think about him in that moment. She continued the task of cleaning her face, when, suddenly, her eyes made contact with the mirror, widening in horror at the sight presented in front of them.

Was that a hickey? Oh, yes … it was. And the worst part: it wasn't only one. The whole shaft of her neck was covered in dark bruises and she could almost distinguish one under the ear. Aizen really knew how to mark his precious territory; she had no doubt regarding this fact. Her body trembled slightly when she recollected the previous events that had taken place earlier that night. It would have been untrue to say she didn't enjoy the treatment, but she couldn't forget that he forced her against the wall, that he kissed her without her consent, that he did some things she clearly didn't want to happen.

'I'll have to use some of Yuzu's makeup to cover these things' she thought while touching one dark spot, hissing in pain immediately after 'God, they hurt like hell. Maybe I'll use a scarf'

Her gaze slipped on the left shoulder that was covered in similar dark patterns of bruises, but at least that spot would be concealed by the school uniform.

"Why did you do it, Samaki?" asked Karin, pillowing her head against the cold surface of the sink's rough edge "Why?"

She didn't cry and she wasn't even tempted to do it, but something was breaking inside her every time she remembered that her closest friend wanted her body and nothing more. A pained sob escaped her mouth.

One thing was for sure: Kurosaki Karin was suffering more than she let others think, including herself.

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(From here on the M stuff begins)

Leaning against the walls and trying to regain the little dignity he had left, was the only way Aizen could find the strength to walk on the dark alley.

'I wanna kill her and I wanna fuck her' thought the man after another incredibly difficult 10 minutes of walking on the dirty pavement 'probably not in this order' he felt like adding trying to clear up any misunderstanding regarding the necrophilia aspect of the situation. He was overly annoyed and some would say in a killer mood, because of the painful tug in his pants.

However noting could compare with the shame of knowing that he had been refused by none other than Kurosaki Ichigo's little sister and he clearly didn't want to remember that painful kick under the belt he had just received from her. He took a deep breath calming his raging nerves.

Finally, he saw a dark alley, which looked abandoned and small enough to serve his purposes.

With extra care, Aizen slipped inside, checking if anyone was in the area. When his search concluded in a negative response, he slowly started to unzip his pants. It proved to be a difficult task, because every time he tried to pull it down, unwanted images appeared in his head. Even Zeus needed his fair share of sex, so why would he be different from the all mighty king of Olympian Gods.

"Hello, gorgeous "a woman's voice echoed perfectly in the closed space "You seem to have a little problem" and she pointed at his half opened zipper "Or maybe it's a big one, judging the size. Do you need some help with it, baby?"

"What?" He tried to look serious, even if his mind was clearly somewhere else.

"I'm one of the cheapest" she winked at him.

'A prostitute' suddenly realized Aizen.

At least some things didn't seem to differ between Soul Society and The Human World. As his old captain used to say: it is the oldest job on Earth.

"So, what do you say?" She snapped him right out of it.

With the corner of his eye, Aizen checked out her appearance, talking in the long black hair and equally dark eyes. She would serve the purpose and maybe even be a great replacement for the one he really wanted to do. But for some reason he didn't want to dirty himself with the likes of a prostitute.

"Get down" she followed his instructions, kneeling before him "You know what to do from here on."

The woman smirked and slowly touched the zipped, pulling it down in order to reveal the boxers underneath it. She dragged her middle finger across the dark material drawing a round pattern along the edges, before actually pulling it out. The object of her attention popped out.

"You are so gifted, gorge…"

But she couldn't continue, because Aizen's long fingers buried themselves deeply inside her black locks, pulling at her hair and forcing the foreign object inside her opened mouth. If she was uncomfortable with his roughness, she didn't say anything about it; not that she would have been able to talk anyway.

Still, Aizen was too drowned in the multitude of sensations crossing through his body, to feel anything else, like his hand tangled in the woman's hair pushing her forward and yanking her back in a slow rhythm. Nor did he hear the name slipping by his lips at regulate intervals of time. Too bad that this time it wasn't any apple aroma lingering in the air that could remind him of Karin; he was being rewarded only with the horrid stench of rotten food coming from the mountains of garbage deposited in dumpsters and the bitter smell of sex … and neither of them was satisfactory.

After she had finished pleasuring him, the woman wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, scrubbing the last remains of cum left there. She even took a mirror out of her handbag, checking her appearance and brushing away one last dirty portion of skin with an equally dirty handkerchief.

"This woman, Karin, is very lucky "she said while stuffing the two items back inside the tiny bag.

"Huh?" He interjected while pulling up the zipper of his pants.

"She's lucky to have a gorgeous man like you" she answered his question, blaming the previous intimacy for his inattentiveness "You kept on mumbling her name throughout our session with so much fervor that you have almost scared me"

When Aizen didn't show any sign of answering, she felt like adding one last time:

"She is lucky. And you are pretty lengthy as well"

Something clicked inside Aizen. All the surpassed anger he had felt after being rejected so brutally by the woman he, dared to say, wanted combined with shame regarding that woman's shabby relatives, resulting into an atrocious smirk of hate. Then it turned into a sweet smile of kindness that took the prostitute by surprise, but it didn't last long.

"You think she's lucky?" A hand lunched at her throat, pinning her in the opposite wall "She's the unluckiest woman alive, because what I had planned for her will finally break that powerful spirit of hers"

The woman struggled to get free and even screamed for help, but it was all in vain since Aizen's hand had covered her mouth, working as a gag, long before she could share with the world what was really happening there.

"She had dared to reject me and she'll pay the price for this insolence soon enough" his hand squeezed even harder as the woman squirmed in one last attempt of tying to find her breath "I want to break her so much"

"Please …" she finally found the strength to beg, tears forming in her big dark eyes. "Please … do not … eghh … kill"

However, Aizen ignored her pleading tone, clenching her neck even tighter.

"You think she's lucky? Reconsider your opinions woman." That smile, that beautiful smile played on his lips, screwing with whatever sanity this woman had left in herself "I'll kill her like an animal, just because she's the sister of my enemy and just because I want to fuck her so badly" his grip loosened considerably "Maybe I'll do them both, but before that …"

And he turned around, throwing her in the opposite wall. The loud cracking noise of her skull smashing against the bricks reminded Aizen of the good days he had spend in Hueco Mundo. Blood spattered from the wound painting the background in an intense color of crimson. A drop hit the man's face, right over his eyebrow, losing its shade under the bush of red hair.

In one last attempt of redemption, the black haired prostitute tried to rise from the ground and she almost succeeded, until Aizen slapped her across the face with the back of his hand, sending her right back into the wall. This time she collided with the barrier of concrete without any visible damage, but nor did she feel anything, being already numb after the first hit. Still she sobbed loudly, knowing the cruel fate that was waiting for her.

"I'm going to kill you" he stated, smiling softly down at the bundle of clothes.

Moreover, his eyes held a metallic edge of insanity, mirroring a crude desire to kill.

"Why?" She mumbled, spitting blood from the gaped mouth "WH …" she almost screamed, but a gagging sensation stopped her as another wave of a crimson-red liquid disgorged from her throat.

"Because right now, in my eyes, you are her" that merciless voice echoed between the two walls, losing its meaning in the ears of a woman that could barely breathe, let alone listen to a savage creature as he explained his point of view "And because you are useless, so …"

He suddenly grabbed a broken metal pipe, thrown carelessly in a dumpster and spun it skillfully through his long fingers, loosing himself in the well-known sensation. It was almost like spinning a sword, minus the beautifully sharp edge that could go thought meat like a knife through butter. After one moment of recollection, the silent rotation stopped and the devious word left his mouth sealing the woman's fate.

"Goodbye"

"NOOO!" she screamed painfully, even if she was sure of her imminent fatality.

But it was already too late. The pipe got through her chest, ripping flesh and skin, then into her heart, stopping into the alley's rough asphalt, silencing her forever.

The ex-captain watched as blood dripped down on the pavement, spreading slowly in a pool of red liquid right at his feet. In his unnumbered decades of existence, he had seen many things from small scratches to bloody baths of terror so this sight didn't impress him. Over this, the woman's lips trembled as a line of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth over the chin and onto the asphalt, creating another crimson puddle. As always Aizen looked bored and annoyed by the red liquid staining the bottom of his shoes.

It was dire to think that such a man existed, but it was even worse when that man didn't care for the soul he had just destroyed … permanently.

With a nonchalance rarely seen, even at the cruelest criminals, Aizen threw the weapon back into the dumpster, not caring for fingerprints and stuff like that, and left the scene without even sparing a look back at his dying victim. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his trousers, thinking of tea and if he had, any chance of finding a teashop opened at that hour.

Leaving that place without finishing the job was his one and only mistake; a mistake that will hunt him, because a spirit's blurry form took shape behind him impersonating a tall woman with long dark hair. A chain was dangling from her chest, hitting a metal plate attached to her busty front.

It was the spirit of the woman he had just killed.

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I hope you're not killing me right now …have mercy!

I wanna thank saya who reminded me something very important regarding this story's possible ending. Thank you very much! (Side note: I didn't like crack parings either, until Prize of Victory). And let's not forget about Shadownia Clow who wrote the first kiss, while the rest of it is my work of art. The second part may have seemed somehow exaggerated, but notice that I didn't get into details … and for good reasons. I wanna send a warm thank you to all my reviewers that gave me the impulse to continue writing.

Hope you enjoyed and this chapter is one of the few dark ones I have in store for this story.

… I think chapter 15 may be postponed. I'm a little angsty right now, but I'll get over it; time erases everything.