Heres a shortie for you to tide you over. It's not all that good because I did it in a hour but, hey...I tried.
Enjoy!
As Aizen grew older, he became better at manipulating peoples' emotions. He was able to convince people to do what he wanted with just a simple suggestion. He was able to tear them down with a simple word. They squirmed and contorted in an assortment of ways just to please him. It was very…
…entertaining to say the least.
It's been two years since he planned his revenge on his father. Two years of finding dirt on his father and effectively turning his closest friends and co-workers against him. He was going to leave his father with nothing. He was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to exploit his father weaknesses and ruin him.
These thoughts made him near exultant with joy. Soon his father would be disgraced, and he would lose all of his power over his mother and she wouldn't ever have to shed a tear to try and please his disgusting father ever again.
He would begin to put forth the motions of his plan at his fathers' dinner party later on tonight.
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Aizen sat beside his mother at the large ivory dinner table. Dishes of fishes, stake and chicken were spread before him. His mother hardly touched her food, yet instead she poked around it.
"Mother, you should eat something. You don't look too well," he said, concerned.
"Oh Sosuke. I'm alright, I just don't feel too hungry right now," she gave him a sad smile. A few tendrils of her burnt orange hair escaped her bun and feel into her face, not quite shielding her sad eyes. She looked small and fragile.
"Please mother, eat just a few bites, it'll make me feel better," he pleaded with her. It is only with her that he would plead and show his weaknesses to. Her smiles widens a bit as she contemplates.
"Okay, I'll eat a few bites," she proceeds to take the tiniest bites out of her food, chewing slowly, thoughtfully and methodically. Aizen smiles at her, happy that she conceded. He tears his attention away from his mother and looks to Gordon Jones, his father's closest associate, and nods to him.
"Aherm, Sosuke, I hate to bring up sour news during a dinner conversation, but it has come to my attention that funds for our new project is…grossly smaller than what we were given," Jones states, looking his father straight in his eyes. Aizen trains his brown eyes on his father to gauge his reaction. As expected, his father didn't react. Although, there was the slightest movement of his eyes, as if they tightened, narrowing on Jones. Conversation halted to a stop.
"Jones," his father dragged out his name. "We have been partners for a very long time. We've both know various things about the other, some things that one may wish to keep secret. Yet, it seems that you accuse me of embezzling money from our company and our investors. Why?" he tilts his head in an inquiring angle.
Jones, clears his throat, shifting about uncomfortably. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing. I happen to understand that you recently acquired a large sum of money,"
"As a matter of fact, I did receive a huge sum of money. And I can assure you with great honesty; it came from the same place that your lump sum of money came from. So if you are to accuse me of embezzlement, then you would be incriminating yourself as well," his eyes were tight, his voice languid and low. It would seem as if this accusation was nothing more than the morning paper to his father. But Aizen knew better. His father does well under pressure, but then, he wouldn't be his father if he didn't.
Aizen looks down the table towards Heath Orksonburrow and gave his okay for him to start. Orksonburrow was one of his fathers' least favorite associates. He cleared his throat to speak.
"Aizen, if there is something that you aren't telling us than I think that it is best if you just come clean. If you are not than I would like to withdraw all of my future investments and demand that you repay me for the current one," his tone was firm and fearless. His father casted his eyes towards Orksonburrow.
"What was that again Heath?"
"I said that if you don't come clean that I would then withdraw my investments from all of your projects and companies." He said a bit more sternly and louder. It was quiet. Quiet enough that if a needle were to fall, it would sound like cymbals.
People began to erupt, voicing their concerns and opinions. Aizen smiled.
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Day by day, his father began to lose more and more investors and associates and business. It was beginning to take its toll on his father. He was becoming short tempered with the staff, he began drinking mercifully. He would come home at odd hours looking out of sorts and odd tempered. It was amazing. Until he began to take it out on his mother.
She understood that her husband was going through some troubled times and that he was put into a difficult position. She tried to help and offer soft words and kind touches. But he just berated and belittled every single thing that she did.
Her kinds words were met with harsh ones, her soft touches were shrugged off as he called her disgusting and vile and worthless.
Little by little her heart began to diminish and flicker until her own personal light was extinguished.
She became frail in health and she could scarcely leave her bed. This only infuriated his father more.
"Oh great, so now you've deluded yourself into thinking that your so sick and pathetic that you're unable to leave your bed. You're just one useless shadow of a woman. Get up and go take care of your son! He needs to hear that his mother is okay and well and healthy! Or are you just going to sit there and let your ignorant thoughts get to you." He spat at her. Her eyes overflowed with tears, as she struggled to move from her bed, her arms weak and frail and unable to support her body. She cried out in pain as she fell in her bed, unable to get out.
"You are all the many forms of weakness there is in the world. I hope that our son grows to be nothing like you," he sneered. Aizen bursts into their room. Running he pushes his father away from his mother and holds her in his arms.
"Stop talking to her that way you disgusting excuse for a human being. It isn't her fault that you've become weak and the ants that once coward beneath you realized that you aren't nothing more than an ant yourself," he spat at his father who just stood there and glared down on them.
"Oh but Sosuke it is. It's her fault because somehow, I've contracted her weakness. It's infected me, thus making me like her," he jabbed an accusing finger at his mother. "I've should've left her where she was. I should've left her to die! But that's what happens when you become too attached to toys. You become sentimental and weak. And now I've been disgraced because of it. The only thing your pathetic mother could do for me now is to die. Least of all she disgrace herself even further by disgracing you and your unnatural obsession with her," his father snarled at him, leaving them in the room by themselves.
Aizen wanted to scream after his father. He wanted to destroy him for making his mother the way she was.
He tightened his hold on her and murmured into her hair, trying to stop her never ending tears.
A week later, his mother died. She overdosed on sleeping pills. She died holding on to Aizen in his bed. Somehow, she gathered enough strength to get out of bed to go to make it to his room and hold on to him as she died.
An insufferable sadness became deeply rooted into Aizen. The bright light of his world was gone. Extinguished by his father, and to a deeper extent, by him.
At her funeral, the tears wouldn't cease.
Many of the servants tried to cheer him up, offering him consoling words and smiles.
The tears wouldn't cease.
Beautiful eulogies were given, songs in her honor were sung. Flowers of every kind decorated her grave.
The tears wouldn't cease.
His father came up to him as he stood over his mother's grave. He wanted to kill the bastard. He wanted to tied him to a contraption and set fire so that he would struggle to live. So that fear and desperation and hopelessness would color his features as he realizes that his doom is inevitable and near.
The tears wouldn't cease.
His father looked at him.
"You shouldn't cry over whores' son."
His tears dried up. His madness took over.