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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes: *WARNING! READ THIS! There is graphic, very twist sex in this chapter. If you think this might squeak you, don't read it! I will not be blamed if you get upset because you ignored the warnings. I will be providing a summary at the end of the chapter to help those who do not want to read this. This chapter is brutal and cruel, but it also sets up things that are to come. Thank you for your time.*

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As he stared at the other man's face he knew.

He wasn't sure how he knew or how to take it. Gin had never failed him before. Looking at him, solemn, bloody, nursing a wounded shoulder, and several sluggishly bleeding grazes, he decided to let it pass. The mere fact that Gin had failed was a confirmation of sorts. There had only ever been one person to thwart him so thoroughly. Urahara had returned and the other man was apparently in fine form.

Aizen felt a spike of jealous rage that he pushed down and covered with a benign smile. He would not let them see just how annoyed he was, not let them see how much Urahara bothered him. He was bothered however. The only man to ever thwart him, to see through his designs, had returned and eluded his grasp.

"What happened, Gin?" he asked, nodding for a healer to begin treating the other man.

"The little Quincy was with the boy, sent him scurrying for the Shinigami burrow," growled Gin as the healer went to work. "Malgwen and Celtain went after Kisuke-kun but one of ours decided to interfere. Someone has turned on us, Aizen-sama," he growled, pinning the surviving members of the old Espada with a venomous glare.

Aizen felt his eyes widen in surprise. Betrayal from the Espada was one thing he has never expected. And who had betrayed him...Well, Grimmjow might have been conceivable but Ulquoirra? Never!

The remaining three Arrancar withered under his gaze, shrinking in onto themselves as if their brothers' crime was in part their fault. "What happened?" he demanded, all warmth and amusement gone from his voice.

"We engaged Kurosaki and the others as instructed, Aizen-sama. Ulquoirra and Grimmjow fought with Kurosaki but when we felt Ichimaru-sama's party engage the Quincy, Grimmjow turned on us and fled with Ulquoirra following him," explained Halibel.

He pinned Malgwen and Celtain, waiting to hear what they had to say. The dark woman looked to the floor. "Celtain and I went after the child, Aizen-sama. He surprised us. That was when Grimmjow grabbed the child and shot a cero blast at us," murmured Malgwen. "We lost them when Ulquoirra joined him and began laying down cover blasts." Celtain nodded his approval of her account and Aizen bit back a growl.

"Leave us." he ordered sharply.

For one brief instant he wondered if Ulquoirra bumble all those years ago hadn't been a stroke of luck rather than the catastrophe he'd always assumed it to be. For the first time he had been free of Urahara. He had lost the chance to work Hougyoku to its fullest potential but he had also lost the only man to be able to beat him. That whelp Kurosaki was powerful but he was a pawn, it was the man and the mind behind him, Urahara Kisuke, who was really to be feared.

What had he been thinking? He had been rid of the man and he had viewed it as a loss. Foolishness. No, worse. Stupidity.

He had finally been out from under Urahara's oppressive shadow and rather than savoring his victory he had bemoaned it as a loss. Even in death Urahara had outsmarted him. He felt the old hatred bubble through his veins. Until Kisuke, he had been the darling of the academy, the golden child they had all expected great things from once he was old enough to attend. And then Urahara had swept in with all the force of a hurricane. There was nothing that hadn't come as naturally to him as breathing did to everyone else. He had not only surpassed all expectations, he had blown through them and left not even a mark to aspire to in his wake; because no one could match him. That miserable Rukongai brat had waltzed in and stolen his glory, out shone him at every turn.

His eyes moved to the silent and still figure waiting for him. His own little Rukongai mongrel. He descended from his dais to look over Gin, circling the man like a shark drawn to the scent of blood in the water. The Quincy had scored a few hits, none of them direct except for the shoulder wound. There was a seared hole straight through the other man's right shoulder and Gin was holding his arm to keep from pulling on the muscles and opening the wound. He reached out and touched the inside of the wound, drawing a sharp hiss from Ichimaru. The other man's eyes slid to mere slits from the pain, but Aizen could tell that they were slightly glazed. Gin liked pain or perhaps he had simply learned to like it, mused Aizen with a dark smile.

He slipped behind the silver haired man, his silver haired demon, and jerked his robe off in a quick, vicious move that left the other man gasping. He smirked as he noticed that several of the smaller cuts were bleeding again. He grabbed Gin's wounded arm and twisted it up behind him, garnering a cry of pain, and faint whisper, like the whimpering of a fox cub. "Aizen-sama."

Aizen used his hold on the other man and steered him to a wall, shoving him against it hard and earning a soft grunt. The grin had slipped from Gin's lips, but he couldn't quite tell what that meant, not that he cared. Gin was his creature. Had been his creature since the day he took the younger man from the streets of the Rukongai all those years ago.

Gin was as much his creation as Hougyoku was Urahara's. He had molded and shaped every one of this man's responses. He had taken this little Rukongai fox and broke him, tamed him to his hand and made him a captain. As he tugged the Gin's hakama loose, watching it fall, he wondered if Gin was even aware of just how much of his soul Aizen owned. He took a moment to study the other man, his clever little cat's-paw. Gin was all smooth planes and lean muscles. There were scars on his back, times growing up when he had been too slow, and one or two marks Aizen had put there himself over the years when his little toy had stepped out of line.

He shoved two fingers into the wound and was rewarded with a tickle of crimson painting over that pale skin and a low whine of pain from his little fox. He released Gin just long enough to undo his own hakama, stroking himself with his bloody hand.

A brisk kick swept Gin's legs further apart and then he was slamming into the smaller man, hard and fast with no prep. Aizen smirked as the smaller body bucked and thrashed, fighting him instinctively. Silver hair brushed his face as Gin tossed his head, close, so very close to what he wanted but not quite. Not that distinctive ash blonde. He felt another wash of anger at the thought of Urahara, and this time let it come.

Reiatsu, hot and sharp, crashed against the body under him like a whip, drawing a sharp gasp of pain. He pulled out and slammed back in to Gin, rocking the other man to his toes and making him grit his teeth. He began moving, watching as more blood slid over that pale flesh while his cock split open that tight passage.

Gin was mewling, soft sounds of pain and arousal, ripped from the back of his throat and Aizen couldn't help but groan. It was intoxicating. The power he had over this man, the fact that he could take this man, a captain of the Thirteen, shove him up against the wall and fuck him raw, break him open and make him bleed.

They were both breathing hard and Aizen felt his eyes drawn to the wall where Gin's face was pressed, in his mind's eye he could see Urahara in the silver haired man's place. Urahara he was taking up against the wall like the cheap whore he was, Urahara who was finally in his power, who he finally conquered and forced to his will. He groaned and shoved in fast and hard, grinding against the other man's ass, blood smearing over his chest, coming.

He slumped against Ichimaru's back, feeling the other man whine and wiggle against him, a quick check showed that Gin hadn't found his release and Aizen had to smirk. He pulled out of the other man, turning him around and slamming him back into the wall, one hand going to Gin's cock and the other around his throat. Dazed golden eyes sought his face as he squeezed Gin's throat, cutting off his air, as he began stroking the other man. Gin thrashed and whimpered and Aizen felt his smirk widen. He could kill him, snuff out his life, and Gin would do nothing to stop him. Long fingers were clawed at the wall as Gin moved against him more and more desperately, although whether it was the need for air or the need to come that drove him Aizen couldn�t say.

"Come for me, Gin," he purred into the other man's ear, chuckling as the other man's body went taut under his hands. Come splattered them both and Gin made a soft sound that might have been denial or plea as his eyes rolled back in head.

He let Gin fall to the floor in a crumpled heap, his body desperately dragging in air. "Call our little friend in the real world, I have a job I want done," he told the silver haired man as he slid his hakama back on and headed gracefully toward the door, totally unconcerned with the blood or come covering his chest.
Ichimaru Gin lay on the floor, watching Aizen's retreating back, something dark and slippery twisting at the back of his mind. Doubt, he realized. It had been awhile since he felt it. The last time was staring at Matsumoto's face as the Menos drew then into Hueco Mundo, but he doubted. He doubted this man who had saved him, made him...the man he had thought might kill him a few minutes before. He tried to remind himself that Aizen had saved him, had given him purpose, the other man could take his life if he wanted it.

The doubt would not leave him though.

Ulquoirra and Grimmjow had left. Why had they done that? What had they seen that he had not?

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Chapter Summary

Hm...how to explain this one? Gin and the Arrancar report back to Aizen and detail the fact that Kisuke escaped while Gin was fighting Ishida. They explain that Ulquoirra and Grimmjow betrayed them and that they took possession of Kisuke. These facts convince Aizen that Urahara has returned. Aizen orders everyone but Gin from the room, pondering what the return of Urahara means to him and their history together. We learn that Aizen has always been jealous of Urahara, always been in his shadow and that this fact enrages him. We learn that Gin is a cat�s-paw fashioned by Aizen, his own Rukongai foundling that he raised up out of the gutter and made a captain. This is where things get twisted. Thinking over Gin and his power over him Aizen fucks the other man up against the wall, imagining it is Urahara while at the same time reveling that it is Gin and that he could kill him if he chose to. Aizen walks off covered with blood and come, leaving Gin on the floor to contemplate Grimmjow and Ulquoirra�s betrayal and his own doubts about Aizen. Hope that helps.
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