Preparations Complete

Summary: Ichigo's town is no longer on the map. The Triumvirate and the Arrancars are ready for world domination. Aizen makes his own last preparation

All is silent. Not a wisp of breath disturbs the absolute quiet. Nobody dares to say it out loud but all of them share the same thought. What they have been aiming for is at hand. Soon enough the world will be theirs and those who dare block their path will be eliminated.

The mammoth stone doors to the expansive hall open. The figures they have come to respect, to admire, to extol, and even to love stride with the carriages of rulers, men who are used to having their words followed to the letter, to the head of the table where they are all seated.

"The new age is dawning upon us. Soon all that we have laboured for for many months will be in our hands, a few of our comrades had vanished from the lifestream to defend our purpose. It is our duty, the ones left behind; to avenge them and make sure they did not die for nothing, that their deaths were not in vain."

No one breathed a word while Aizen is talking. Even now not one of those seated at the table dared to say anything.

"And now for our strategy…"

Excitement. Apprehension. The air was rife with those scents mixed in with fear of death. The plans that will determine their fates start taking form on the table.

That certainly took a lot of time, Gin muses as he walks the white-washed corridors of the palace from the meeting hall to his chambers.

The long wait is coming to an end. The day that will decide their coming days, or the lack of them, is standing at their doorstep, waiting for the right moment to knock on their door.

He stands still as he took stock of his surroundings. Without realizing it he had arrived in his room, the usual view of barren sand from its only window greeting his forlorn eyes.

Overcome with fatigue, he throws himself spread-eagled upon his bed, the mattress sighing in welcome to embrace his form.

Soon they will see each other again, and all the questions they left unanswered would receive their response. With a long drawn breath and a pitiful gust of air, his consciousness slumps into slumber.

Gin came awake with an odd sensation at the back of his neck, like a touch of a feather, but unpleasant. His hair is being stirred by a heavy, shallow breathing and he feels as if there is a weight over his body akin to that of another man's. He attempts to lean on his bed but is stopped by an unknown force. He moaned in apprehension.

A familiar laugh. One so full of evil and malice that all his senses go on alert at the first vibration. Gin made a move to reach for his sword that he keeps at his bedside within his arm's reach. Only to have alarms go off all over his body upon realizing that the reason his movements are strained is because of shackles. His wrists are tied to is bed posts with steel accoutrements designed only to be unlocked by its user, in this case, Gin's captor, Aizen.

"Fuck you!" Gin snarls upon seeing the vile smirk on Aizen's profile which can only mean he has plans for him, and will brook no disobedience.

"Is this the way you should be treating your subordinates, Aizen-kun?" Gin asks, his fox mask back it its place with a challenging smile.

"Only those that I have extreme interest in," Aizen replies. "You provide me with more amusement than my loyal Arrancars do. It is your very defiance that makes you a much more delicious meal."

"And I'm going to devour you whole-"

Aizen's eyes glittered with merriment.

Gin breaks into a cold sweat.

"-Tonight."

A strong force akin to a blast of air pushes Gin and pins his back to the wall. Out of nowhere leather straps materialize and complete his capture.

"You're not going anywhere, Gin. Not until I'm done with you," Aizen states maliciously, eyes full of nowhere-near-good intentions.

"What are you doing?" Gin demands.

"I think you already know the answer to that, my dear subordinate," Aizen laughingly replies.

Gin grits his teeth and scrunches his eyes hard as he feels Aizen's hot breath upon the side of his neck. This is what he fears the most that would happen again.

Having him do all those loathsome things to him again… why can't he go play with Tousen or Grimmjow or Ulquiorra or whoever.

But no. He's his favourite plaything. Fucking rotten luck.

He wills himself numb as Aizen starts preparing him for penetration.

The fingers scissoring in and out of his hole are as detestable as the man moving them. And despite his resolute efforts to remain a stone he could not. Not when the very digits he hates are stroking his most sensitive spot and are giving him pleasure.

Aizen pulls out his fingers and shows them to Gin, all wet and sticky with natural lubricating substance from his insides.

"You can deny it all you want but your body is certainly enjoying this with abandon honesty."

And in one swift move, he impaled Gin with his spear.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long!