Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. All rights to Tite Kubo.
We're too similar,
Loosing our minds,
With cabin fever,
Shut in confined spaces,
Lost in the dark,
My heart taken and resting on your heart
- Daughter, Winter
Aizen held his breath as the distinct silhouette of his Captain strolled past.
Shinji held his breath as he walked past the unmistakable spiritual pressure of his Lieutenant, figure concealed by the power of his zanpacuto.
They warily held their ground, wondering how long it would take for one of the two to shatter the tension building in the air around them.
No matter how hard they denied it, they were far too similar; vigilant of each others presence, anticipating their next move, watching, always watching. Playing a guarded game of cat and mouse they no longer followed the rules to, uncertain which man played the part of the predator. Shinji liked to think it was him but even he couldn't deny how easily Sosuke slipped through the grasp of his fingers like his endless strands of golden hair.
'How long are ya' gonna' stand there watchin' me, Sosuke?'
Aizen thought he was the predator, and it was true most of the time, but then his Captain would sharpen his claws and cage him in, turning their game around. Long nails scratched through the barrier, revealing the form of his Lieutenant.
On they played.