14: Scrutiny
He walked down the garden pathway, unnoticed by anyone. Even the birds were unaware of his presence, despite their acute senses and animal instincts. The chestnut-haired man smirked, heading toward his young student's reiatsu.
She was unlike any other Kuchiki he had ever met, warm and compassionate instead of cold and unfeeling. She was naïve, and he felt an irresistible compulsion to taint that innocence of hers. Perhaps it would be a bit of a game; he would see how far he could stretch and bend her until she would snap. He had been quite bored lately; it was not yet time for his plans to come to fruition. And it certainly didn't hurt that she was slightly infatuated with him. The smirk grew as he thought about the look of adoration she gazed at him with when she thought he wasn't looking.
Reaching the grove of cherry blossom trees, Sousuke spotted Sakura immediately. She was sprawled out on the grass, dark hair framing her face like a halo. The sunlight shining through a gap in the blossom-laden branches lit up her face, making her look positively radiant.
He continued watching her as she began singing softly, her soft soprano voice filling the air before dying away softly. Reaching up, the noble girl plucked a blossom from the nearest tree, tucking the white flower behind her ear. Lying back down, she sighed contentedly and closed her eyes, the petals drifting down around her.
Sousuke caught a falling blossom in his hand, staring at the pale pink flower for a few seconds before slowly ripping off a petal. He repeated the gesture until it was completely devoid of petals and threw away the center. Raising the hand that cupped the petals, he blew softly, scattering them to the winds before turning and walking away.
A/N: Way to be a creep, Aizen. You creepy stalker, you.
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