I do not own Bleach … :) and I do not earn any kind of money from this snippet.
This chapter hadn't been beta-ed yet. I apologize for my usual mistakes (I might have eaten some words or/and letters). I wish you pleasant reading.
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To break is all I know
Chapter 18: Daring requests
"As I'm writing now, Toshiro is discussing something with Ichigo in the other room They had been there for at least one hour and I'm worried about both of them. For some reason I think that Toshiro is in the biggest danger judging the face Ichigo had shown at the dinner table.
My brother had acted pretty normal the first two times I came back home -accompanied by Toshiro-. Well .. normal for an extra overprotective brother. I mean, he made fun of us, presented an upset face and then let him go with a "Don't put Karin in danger". Nothing unusual, nothing exaggerated. We had an average talk about soccer and Toshiro helping me with my match. As I said, Ichigo was fine.
However after a week of constant escorting home, Ichigo began to have suspicions about the nature of our relationship. He got ballistic when Toshiro asked for the salt and in the process of telephone-sending he touched my hand. I gotta add … my HAND. Not my leg, not my chest … just my damn little finger. Anyway Ichigo made a scene, taught us a couple of swears and sent Toshiro to hell and back a couple of times, before cursing all his alive and dead ancestors. Maybe I exaggerated with my brother's erratic behavior, but Ichigo's strawberry-red face had been priceless. Imagine an oversized strawberry screaming at an impassive snowman. Quite a spectacle.
It was the biggest circus ever … I laughed like crazy with Toshiro two days later when we remembered. Heh!
I gotta run to my soccer match. There is a local gang of middle scholars that tries to take over our neighborhood, but they didn't think they'll encounter the best soccer team ever: Me and Toshiro.
I think I hear Toshiro calling my name from outside. I need to go before my brother notices …
Ohh …Crap … he did …"
Kurosaki Karin's diary
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"You finally came back dear" interjected Aizen's adoptive mother as she opened the door without taking the necessary precautions of looking through the eyehole first.
Therefore it came as a surprise when she was rewarded with the sight of her son carrying an unconscious girl, covered in blood –not too much but enough to scare the shit out of her- in the middle of the night, after he has had previously dashed out without sharing a word with his estranged family. By her angry face, Aizen was sure he was in for a lecture and being lectured by a mere human wasn't on his to do list while being stationed in the Human World.
"Mother" he began with a faked soft voice "I know the sight is terrible, but she's my schoolmate and when she called me asking for help, I just couldn't refuse."
The woman frowned at Karin, noticing that she was snoozing silently in her son's arms. Being clearly enraged by the young girl's presence, the woman rolled her eyes (something with occupying Aizen's all so beautiful chest), but didn't argue with her son's decision. She quickly agreed, making space for the man and the extra luggage, as she liked to refer to the black haired Kurosaki.
"Thank you" he smiled sweetly.
However when he stepped into the room, he was suddenly assaulted by his adoptive father's interrogation. He stated with "Who is she?" "Is she even a she?" and ended with a new set "Why is she so bloody? Did you fuck her, or did you rape her?". Through a miracle, Aizen kept his cool during the whole ordeal of questions and shyly answered replies, but at the last one, he was really tempted to break the man's neck, barely having the force to stop the impetuous feelings from pealing outside. Still it was far from over, because the conversation hit its peak when the abnormal father asked is he could borrow her for a round.
That was the moment Aizen whished he had a knife in the vicinity to stab that animal, which shouldn't be even put in the same class as humans. Maybe he was very apt in insulting the human species, but his adoptive father was too much of a pig to taint the name of "human".
After what seemed like an eternity, the man rushed him away, while his mother informed him that they already ate and he should grad a bit from the leftovers. Aizen said a fast good bye and retreated in his small room, slamming the door behind him, with his right foot, since his arms were occupied by the sleeping girl.
"Aizen" whispered Karin, not sounding like someone barely woken up.
"Since when have you been awake?" inquired the man, eying her strangely.
The answer confirmed his already formed suspicions.
"Since you father asked if I participated in a gangbang"
"Oh … "
"Yes …" remarked Karin awkwardly.
Aizen let her down, very slowly and with extra care, which came as a big surprise, because Karin was 100 percent sure he'll let her go like a rock. She didn't study his behavior, just being grateful for avoiding another possible wound. She was pretty beaten up, so any rough movement was sure to leave a mark.
"I'll go get something to eat" said Aizen, avoiding eye contact and not waiting for an answer.
One moment later he exited the room, leaving behind Karin to study the tiny room situated at the first floor. It was pretty small, comparable with half of the room she and Yuzu shared, but unlike their room, it was stuffed with different books, articles and newspapers. It would have been the same with hers if it wasn't for Yuzu cleaning every spot and hiding her books and study materials in different spots; like the kitchen cupboard, some unused closet and sometimes the bathtub. Yeah, Yuzu did posses a good sense of logic, but it seemed to fail when being put up with the almost infinite amount of paper her sister brought home, or junk, as Ichigo said every time he bumped in one of them.
Karin moaned as she observed that no matter how many things were in the tight room, they were all piled up in every corner, still occupying half of the usable space, while the other half was providing a minimum path to shift from one place to another.
By the looks of it, Aizen was very meticulous in ordering them, but what really mesmerized her was the vast area of information those books covered. From medical articles and advanced mathematics to politics and history. It was a collection that could put to shame a fairly decent bookstore. The girl was entitled to wonder from where did this thirst for information come from; clearly not from his abnormal parents. Judging by their level of intelligence, she was sure they weren't the ones interested in reading anything apart from maybe a little early gossip.
Some of the books were from the school's library, she could deduce from the blue stamp imprinted on the first page, while others were probably bought from an antique store, because there was no way a new book could look as shabby as those appeared to be. When she grabbed one from a top shelf, the content spilled on the floor, leaving her with a seedy cover hanging from her hand. She would have sworn to the moon and back if it hadn't been for the rushed steps of a man climbing the stairs to attract her attention.
"Seriously?" interjected Karin at the papers, hoping they will gather in a pile by themselves, just by glaring at them.
As it was normal nothing happened, except the rushed entrance of a broad-shouldered tall man wearing the face of a serial killer. Karin stared, not recognizing him, but when he began to mumble an intelligible gibberish, she kind of recognized the husky voice that had previously inquired Aizen about his relationship with her. There was no way she could have mistaken the voice of the man that asked if she was male or female.
The reason why she didn't recognize him physically was because she was trying to fake sleepiness at that particular moment and keeping her eyes closed was part of the requirements.
"Hello little girl" he tried to say smoothly, sounding more like a snap.
Karin faked a smile, but it was too forced to fool anyone. That man had the face of a rapist and being in the same room, gave her the chills and (for the first time) the wish to call Aizen normal. She was really beginning to panic and that came from a girl that had been in tougher situations infinite times before.
"Do you want to sleep in our spare room?" he asked while approaching her "Or maybe you want to sleep here with my boy"
Karin could swear he meant anything but sleeping.
"Thank you very much, but I'll pass the spare room offer" she said after thinking that on neutral territory, like another chamber, it existed a small possibility for the rape-faced man to try funny things. If she was with Aizen the possibility of being raped existed, but in a smaller percentage "Thank you again for the hospitality" 'Now fuck off' she added mentally.
"No problem" he smirked "Samaki is an innocent boy. I'm sure he won't do anything inappropriate to a lady"
'Innocent my ass. He's as innocent as you asshole'
"Yes, of course" 'Now go to hell'
The man didn't seem to notice the subliminal messages Karin was trying so desperately to fire in his direction. As a matter of fact he was ignoring them completely, staring at Karin like a wolf goggling at a defenseless sheep caught in an ingenious trap. It was different from the looks Aizen usually sent towards her at school. While Aizen was being an unbelievable ass, with a largggee ego and an equally sized god complex, his father really gave the impression of a killer.
Only when the walls shook from the impact of the bedroom door hitting the frame, Karin realized she wasn't alone with Aizen's father anymore. The slim figure of the son appeared besides the tall man and passed by nonchalantly with his arms full of plates, bandages and a bottle of alcohol.
"Is there something wrong, father?" he asked while throwing the non-breakable articles, like the bandages, on the bed and placing the others on the desk.
Gritting his teeth in annoyance, maybe because of the vexing interruption, the father answered reticently:
"No … I was proposing to your friend here to sleep in our spare room, but she prefers to sleep with you"
Aizen sent her a knowing look, without adding the usual smugness Karin was so used to. It really took her by surprise, especially when a moment later, a serene smile formed on his face, tugging forcefully at the corner of his lips. Why would someone try to deceive their own parents, wondered Karin silently, watching with extra care the show presented before her.
She was witnessing a peculiar staring contest in which two very masculine men glared at each other in their own strange, yet distinctive way. While Aizen had a soft expression of benevolence and ignorance, his father looked more like a predator than ever. Karin had seen those so called rape-faces drawn on scary posters and demotivational wallpapers, but nothing could prepare her for a real rape-face.
Finally, the old man, sighed and left the place, not before smirking one more time at her.
Through a miracle, and an unbelievable speed, Aizen's face metamorphosed in a feral scowl that wasn't explicitly directed at her, or at anybody for that matter, but it sure scared the hell out of her. Only when he lost the hard edge and seemed to relax his facial expression, Karin dared to speak up.
"Aizen" she interjected.
He didn't bother to answer, being already aware of an awkward question, statement.
"You are sooo normal in comparison to your parents" she focused on the so and Aizen really couldn't decide if she was honest or just an ironic bitch. His vote swayed at the second choice pretty quickly.
"Do you ever think before throwing words out through your mouth?"
"That implies that you do, right?"
This time she was defiantly being sarcastic.
Aizen raised an eyebrow as his lips twitched upwards towards his eye, in what was supposed to be a smile. As a reaction, Karin frowned, resembling her brother more than ever.
"I'm adopted anyway." Informed Aizen, turning around and begging to fuss over the objects he had brought with him from the kitchen, respectively the bathroom.
Not being able to see Aizen's face, Karin sighed and took a seat on the window's frame, looking throughout it to the people walking on the street. She tried not to stare down at the dark ally and the little men and women swarming from right to left like sedulous ants, losing their identity in a sea of dark. It was impossible to think that she was just a little, unimportant part of the world, jumping from one place to the other accompanied by a mystic melody and played on by the irreversible flow of destiny.
While Karin contemplated upon the dark corners of philosophy, the man had grabbed the alcohol bottle and was squeezing it with so much force, that he even wondered how it didn't break under the unbelievable pressure that was forced upon it. His teeth were clenched and only the unusual strained jaw gave up the real situation of his psychic. It was surreal for a calm and even dosed man like him to feel anger and hate towards an illusion of mind. For just one second, when Karin had frowned at him with that face, he had seen him; he had seen Kurosaki Ichigo, not Kurosaki Karin as he was supposed to. He had seen his archenemy and couldn't stop the painful memories of his defeat from rewinding over and over again in his head.
The enraged man tried to breathe in, struggling to take control over his feelings. Never in his life had he though he'll ever need to subdue his temper, but just this once he had totally lost it. 'She frowns like him, she looks like him, she acts like him, she even talks like him. They are both two cocky humans.' Were the thoughts that crossed his mind as something was tossed by his ear, hitting the book placed at the top of the tallest pile of books.
"The lost city of Atlantis" suddenly said Karin from behind him "Did you read it?"
"Yes" he replied dryly.
After an awkward moment of silence, in which Aizen had managed to temper his spiky nerves, he finally decided to break it with a sudden statement.
"You need to change"
"I know" she snapped peevishly, focusing her attention on anything but the man standing in front of her. She was really embarrassed by his ridiculousness "care to share some of your clothes with an invalid lady"
"Where's the lady?"
"Bastard" she poked his chest, since it was the only part of his body she could reach with great ease. She would have slapped him at the back of the head, or over it, if it hadn't been for the big difference in their height.
Aizen just rolled his eyes and handed her a white shirt "Here … something to wear. The sanitary alcohol and the bandages are right here." he pointed at the objects carelessly thrown on the unmade bed respectively the table "And you can get to the bathroom through that door"
She followed his finger, which pointed this time at a white door masked into the wall. A grasp left her mouth when realizing that, with all her observation skills, she just didn't notice the disguised door, hidden only by a slightly resembling coloring between itself and the wall.
Not wanting to embarrass herself more, Karin listened to her friend's advice and moved her location in the little bathroom, but not before picking up the items necessary for cleaning and disinfecting her wounds.
Only when she was out of the man's reach, with a strong door separating them, Karin finally began to take in the real situation she had thrown herself into. She was alone and unprotected in a house full of creeps. There was only one conclusion she could come up with, which could be of some worth: she was mad, mental and just fucking insane.
Realizing that it was entirely her fault for calling Aizen, and not someone more normal in the head, the Kurosaki girl began the dreadful job of cleaning her body and washing away the last remains of foreign blood. She slowly slid her clothes off, peeling the bloody shirt from the wound with extra care. Still even with all these precautions, the wound was very deep and arched even at the slightest touch. After that, she discarded the remaining articles of clothing in a corner, leaving the undergarments for the last. Only after her black bra and matching panties were thrown in the already formed pile of clothes, she jumped in the shower, under the refreshing hot water and proceeded in scrubbing her body clean.
It took a total of 20 minutes, but at the end of those, Karin was free from the annoying, sticky substances attached to her body. She bandaged her arm with the usual clumsiness of a natural tomboy and quickly gathered the clothes from where they had been deposited.
Meanwhile Aizen occupied his time with a little debate over the future actions he might intend to take. He didn't know if he should continue with his initial plan of bedding her swiftly or just let the world take its course. With one last glance at the closed door of the bathroom, the man took a seat o an empty chair and began reading one of his many books.
Half an hour later Karin emerged from the room, along with a cloud of hot steam. Aizen didn't look at her, but felt the hot breeze hit his cheek.
"Close the bathroom's door. I do not want to turn my room into a sauna" he said, not forgetting to sound at least twice as annoyed as he really was.
"Whatever. You know that because of the high humidity your bathroom is full of mold. You should leave the door opened from time to time, especially after you have bathed. I think that it's enough to leave the door and a window opened in the morning when you prepare to go to school, and close it when you come back." a moment of silence followed "Seriously! Are you even listening to me, Samaki?"
"Not really." he answered, flipping the page.
His attention was solely on the book and Karin felt a little hurt for being ignored when giving healthy (and free) advices.
"You are aggravating!" she snapped at him, kicking a statue that happened to rest on the bed table.
The object flew in the man's direction, barely missing a disproportioned pile of books, but he caught it nonchalantly with one hand and proceeded in reading the book like nothing had happened.
"And you need anger management lessons" he stated bluntly while putting the statue back at its rightful place.
"And you need a new brain"
"Never knew you were one for clichés, Karin."
Karin pusher her lips in a thin line, but didn't answer, adverting her gaze from the reading male.
Feeling the sudden loss, Aizen switched his attention on Karin, who was looking through the window. He barely had time to wonder what had triggered the sudden change of behavior, when his eyes made contact with a very attractive sight. The book covered the instantaneous reaction of licking his lips, but his gaze lingered a little too much on the girl's slim figure, checking her out from head to toe like she was some kind of praised work of art.
He complimented his choice in picking a white blouse instead of a plain old black shirt and looked hungrily at the steam emerging from her heated skin. Who knew hot showers could be the perfect turn on. His concentration was however broke, when her voice reached his ears.
"Aizen, why do our discussions end like this all the time? We are bickering like a cat and a dog every time we see each other. It's getting awfully ridiculous and boring." began Karin, peering at the night sky "Why can't we just talk like two normal people? Without fighting!"
He came behind her, silently like a predator, and put a hand on her stomach, pushing her back into his chest. It was more a reflex than any kind of need for body contact; the reflex of wanting, lusting and touching. His hand could have easily slipped inside the crack the shirt made at the front, but Aizen had a feeling that Karin won't appreciate being attacked so suddenly after coming into his home. And he was as always quite right in his beliefs.
Even if Karin's composure remained the same, rigidness spread through her body, so the man could actually feel and see the muscles contracting at the surface of the steamy skin. He tried to relax her by drawing circles on her belly, but the reaction was the opposite of what he had expected.
"Because we are not normal" he whispered in her raven hair, inhaling her aroma as her body got stiffer under his invasive touch. It seemed that Karin was really what some called, a tight ass "What are you thinking right now Kurosaki?" he continued to whisper sensually.
However the response took him be surprise. Or, if he took into account the last time they shared an intimate conversation, he shouldn't have been so thrown off.
"I'm thinking that if you don't let me go in this instant, I'll kick you in the nuts and they'll go ding-dong … again if I might add."
"Really?"
Karin frowned at the tall figure mirrored in the window, feeling a hint of smugness in his smooth voice. She was still able to see his left eye from somewhere between her dark tresses, so it was pretty easy to guess the pleasure every sarcastic world she shared gave to him. The brown orb was focused on her reverberating image, levitating at the corner of his eye. He was looking like a criminal, yet she wasn't scared.
"Yeah, really! Seriously man, you need to stop invading people's personal space and let's not forget about touching them without being invited" she looked down at her front, staring insistently at the long fingered hand belonging to Aizen "I hope you are smart enough to catch my drift … or maybe you are just another retard …"
The man let her go, pushing her forward disgusted by her incorrect statements and hoping to spot her from continuing.
"You are driving me crazy with that nonchalance probably inherited from some stupid relative of yours."
Karin ignored him, like she did most of the time, and dashed at the piles of books hidden under the desk. She had seen there a delicious read, but by the time she understood its potential, that annoying thing called Aizen's adoptive father, had already gotten into the room. But now she had the chance to study it thoroughly. To be precise, it was a book called "Quotes".
Aizen followed her body as it squeezed under his desk, struggling with the wooden table. It was somehow hilarious to watch and he couldn't stop thinking that there wassomething essentially wrong with the Kurosaki girl. There was something dysfunctional with her family as well, but she was by far the strangest of them all.
"Found it!" heard Aizen a cry of triumph as a bang erupted from under the table, followed by the empty sound of a head hitting the wood "Fuck! Why did you have to put it right under the desk? Are you a retard?" the question had been directed at Aizen, obviously, but he did have a hard time taking her seriously, especially while facing her butt instead, as it would have been polite, her face "Are you deaf as well Samaki?"
That was the moment Aizen lost all his patience and judging how she had treated him since coming into his home, he had really been generous enough with the amount of patience he had showed. He got onto his knees and grabbed her ankles tightly so she won't be able to escape easily. Then he flipped her on the other side, not caring that her head had collided with the table for the second time that night, so she would be able to look him in the eye. After he had accomplished the task of attracting Karin's attention, Aizen hovered over her in a predatory way and slammed his hands down beside her head, framing her whole body with his so much bigger one.
"I am not retarded and I am definitely not deaf." He growled dangerously "Do you understand or do I need to be more persuasive?"
His mouth widened in a horrifying smirk when his lips formed the word persuasive. It was no problem for Karin to understand the real meaning of his words, but she wasn't easily scared either, as she had proven countless times before to the stoic male. So Aizen creepy smile wasn't a big deal for the already used to Kurosaki Karin.
"Are you done?"
"What?" came the husky reply, scratching at her inner ears.
She looked him in the eye, seeming to be kind of detached for someone stuck under another person's possessive body.
"I had asked you if you are done with this circus Samaki"
Having a perceptive mind, Aizen translated her statement in what she really meant to say.
"What have you expected when you set foot in this house?" he asked, literally breaking the ice "What could you possibly want after what happened? Tell me … What?"
Karin avoided her gaze, not believing he was capable of bursting into the subject with such force and without a proper prelude. They were both very good at delaying the inevitable with a little digressing and a lot of filler discussions, however this time Aizen wasn't in the mood to play. She could see it in his eyes, she could feel it on her skin, she could sense it in his soul, but for the first time it didn't scare her. Moreover it gave her the courage to continue, to finally put an end to something that bothered her for too long.
"Maybe a little courtesy, a little understating" she admitted reticently, still staring at anything but him "but topmost I wanted my friend back, not a hormonal bastard that cannot keep it in his pants. I still want my friend back, if he's interested."
"Direct as always, Karin" he sneered trough his teeth, shifting a little, before lifting his body from the ground.
If his answer was a yes or a no … it was left for debate, but it was definitely a maybe. Still for Karin it was more than enough and more than she had expected to resolve in one sudden exchange of remarks.
"Are you planning to sleep there" he said, annoying her with his smug expression.
"Asshole"
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One hour later, after they ate in silence and Karin showed him the book she had been searching for under the desk, they finally decided to shut off the lights and go to sleep.
Of course that before bed time, the girl had been inquired about her little adventure in the graveyard. It wasn't a lively conversation consisting more in Aizen asking a multitude of uncomfortable questions and Karin answering with a bend heart, but in the end they both got what they wanted. Then the host served a delicious home made tea, which Karin failed to praise in any way, and a tone of chocolate, which Karin didn't fail to praise. She even said that women consider chocolate a kind of gold, a black gold.
Aizen didn't bother to understand the logic in her words being used to her little, yet existing level of stupidity. He could spread the theory to all women since they seemed to be so alike. As his ex captain use to say "All women are the same, beautiful and my first loves, except Hiyori."
While Karin showed him her hand saying it was finer than ever, rolling her sleeve up in order to reveal the freshly bandaged arm, Aizen thought that maybe, just maybe he had found someone unique; someone that couldn't be compared with anyone else … his personal Hiyori.
After this inner melancholy, Karin began to talk about the art of procrastination and her brother's measureless competence in this subject. She even asked Aizen if he ever found himself delaying stuff just because he didn't feel like doing them, but he answered confidently that he never took on jobs which could bore him. Here Karin reminded him of the private computer science lessons they shared at the beginning of the semester and practically shut him up.
Then as it was expected, the girl began to make fun of Aizen's habit of reading while eating, telling him that if you read while eating, you won't be able to digest what you read and won't understand what you eat either. Then she laughed admitting that she often read at the table, pissing off the mighty cook of the house, Yuzu, and sometimes her brother, but just when Rukia was around.
Just before bed, Karin complained about the bruise imprinted on her thigh. From here something very peculiar happened.
Even if Aizen couldn't care less about Karin's injury, he decided to humor her perky personality a little bit before going in a state of slumber. So he touched the inner part of her thigh, where the hand shaped bruise was located, being very close to a forbidden territory. However, she freed one leg and kicked him in the face not forgetting to scream as loud as she could.
"Hentai!"
She even dared to throw a pillow, aiming for his head, but he shielded it quite easily, not forgetting to mumble a silent "Bitch", just before he received a second foot, but this time aimed at his knee.
"Baka hentai" she sputtered.
"Anger manage-less bitch" he replied equally annoyed, earning another kick in the knee for the audacity of calling her a bitch, but he dodge it skilfully like he always did.
Two minutes later, almost all the rancour and animosity were gone, being replaced by the desire to submerge in the mysterious world of sweet dreams. There was still a tensioned atmosphere lingering in the air, but clearly rarefied by the fact that Karin was grubbing through Aizen's stuff searching for a clean bed sheet. The situation became even more idiotic when the Kurosaki girl, who was by all means an incurable prude, found a pair of pink boxers … with little red hearts drawn on them. She quickly stuffed them in a corner, under a blue shirt, which had a questionable colour, and continued her search, apparently undisturbed by the finding. But she was trying, with all her might, not to inquire Aizen on how the hell that thing got into his drawer.
Meanwhile Aizen made the bed, sneaking a peak at the girl every time she thought he was not looking. The best part was when she found the pink boxers he received from his adoptive mother as a very early birthday gift. He only wished he had had a camera in the vicinity to record the horrified expression drawn on her face when seeing the pink cotton and the tiny red shapes adorning it; just priceless.
"Here it is" she yelled, throwing the sheet on his face.
Aizen grabbed the sheet angrily and began arranging it on the almost prepared bed "You are just incapable of hading something over without throwing the said thing in my face, right?"
Karin turned around, but didn't answer. Instead she eyed the white bedding and smirked at the perfectionist style in which it was arrange. The only thing missing were the red rose petals, since everything else seemed to be in place, starting with white covers and ending with lacy pillows.
"Seriously Aizen. Are you preparing that bed for a honeymoon or something?" she asked incredulously.
"Is this an offer?"
Karin sighed, rolling her eyes "Let's just sleep", but the man could swear he had heard a "hormonal bastard" coming out of her mouth.
It took some time for the strange couple to fit in the little bed, but after 10 minutes and a lot of convincing on Karin's part (which sounded more like "do it or I'll cut your balls") they found a propitious position in which both of them could relax. Karin was pleased with the arrangement, being in her favour, while Aizen pouted on his side, throwing knives at her every time his right hand met the desk. There was also the fact that he was back against back with Karin and the position gave him no room to try something funny, as Karin put it when deciding their emplacement. Getting over the details of their predicament, Aizen relaxed his body and let the dark shadows of night embrace his mind.
However, the silence didn't last long, because just when the tired man was falling in a latent state of numbness provoked by the stiffness of his gigai, Karin evoked from the other side of the bed.
"Samaki … do you think that people are enslaved by destiny?"
"Maybe. Why do you ask?" he turned around, staring back at her with a blank expression.
He had expected to be rewarded by a full view of her back, but he was genuinely surprised to see her big blue eyes shining in the soft moonlight. The last time he had seen her illuminated by shiny, yet smooth, rays of light ended in a disaster for her and for him as well. Maybe because he didn't want to repeat the same mistake, Aizen decided to listen carefully to whatever she had to say.
Feeling the penetrating stare of his friend, Karin fidgeted in the spot, looking very nervous and Aizen could swear she was being embarrassed about something. What could be more embarrassing than asking someone for shelter in the middle of the night, he wondered?
"I just have this strange feeling that" her eyes seemed somehow unfocused and dreamy "I sidestepped, that I skipped something in my way, that I'm doing something … wrong. It just feels wrong" her eyes darted in his direction "Did you ever feel it? Did you ever feel that you were supposed to go to the right and just turned around choosing left instead?"
With her lips pushed in a thin line Karin seemed far more mature than usual.
"No, because it's not an option decided by emotions or by the spark of a moment. It's decided by a rational mind and only after a careful balancing" his smooth voice echoed strongly in the small room.
"I wish I was as simpleminded as you are, Samaki" she confessed, being accompanied by a loud moan coming from Aizen's throat.
After another sleepless minute, in which the villain tried to fall asleep, Karin whispered in his ear.
"Aizen …"
"Hm?" he answered sleepily.
"Good night"
He sighed and turned around on his side.
"Will you train me?" she suddenly asked.
…
"What?"
…
Destiny has been served. Now all we can do is to wait for its completion.
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I know it was kind of boring … okay it was boring, but it was important to "recreate" Aizen's relationship with Karin and also a good opportunity to introduce my idea of Aizen being Grand Fisher's inventor. You know that I had to debate with myself, if I should add Aizen's adoptive parents into the picture, but I guess saya's review came to sustain this chapter's content. Then I realized it would be fine for Karin to meet his parents and understand, at a certain degree, why he's so screwed up inside. You are right … to be a teenager is a drag (personal note: do NOT want to repeat that experience ever again), but it had it funs, which I fail to find right now *laugh*
There is exactly what I had in mind freestyler91. Karin will have a hard time accepting Aizen near her after this …. Not adding the multitude of crimes he committed in SS and Rukongai.
I have just found out that Karin and Nemu are voiced by the same person *banging head against the wall* As a side note (another thing my friend told me a couple of days ago from her optional course of psychology): there is an Icek Ajzen(sometimes spelled Aizen), who is indeed a human behavior specialist. He's well-known for the Theory of Planned Behavior. When I heard I was something like o_O.
This chapter signals the 180 degree turn I had plotted for some time. Now I've decided to rush my story, or at least pick up the pace a little bit. Don't know if you felt in this chapter, but I've rushed in like a bull. Not my style I know, but I gotta get to the fun part. Sorry for the cliffy (it ain't really a cliffhanger … 2 complicated to explain)
For those of you who found Aizen's behavior somehow unusual, let's just say that he vented his frustrations on the prostitute and then calmed down. At least that's what I had in mind when writing Aizen in this chapter.
Baka means idiot & Hentai means pervert.
Thank you for the amazing reviews. They were truly amazing and every time I receive one, my heart fills with happiness. I celebrate today 100k+ words for my story *tumultuous cheering in the background*