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What was Meant Broken	By : teechanlestat Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Aizen/Gin Views: 1339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Kagapon (Past)
- 2-Subong (Present)
- 1
- 2
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Outside, in a chamber especially made for the Arcana Bente-Duwa, the scattered members of the group had to stop and feel. A sudden coalesce of such strong force: the walls literally vibrated with it. The lesser ones must have cowered across the Citadel, but to the higher ones as themselves were, it was most infinitely stirring. This was no doubt a very intriguing ‘Passing’, which was what they called an overdose of power.
To be at this time, the time their god stood to triumph with creating his Platys Vas, was intoxicating some of the Arcana—or all of them as they were all power-sensitive, however, the others readily, as an imperative, denied the affliction. Apat, the Empress, was most candid—running her hands down her body, enjoying it, as she was seated over a table of cards with the smaller group that had been playing Pentacles when the ritual started in Aizen’s privately off-limits quarters. The Pito, the Lovers whom were a shy duo, hid their faces beneath each other in an embrace.
“Ah!” the Empress. “What a stimulation this brings about—I can taste it in the air, really intense.”
Arcana Biente, the Sun, puffed off the enticing urge and instead feigned interest in the cards she held, “And you’re called the fourth. Ridiculous.” She was a youngest-looking of all them perhaps. A little girl with dark hair in doll’s clothing.
The Empress gave a shrill laugh, almost drunken, throwing the cards in her hands away mindlessly and said “Shut up Lolita. Ah, the problem is we deny it when we cannot.” She pinned everyone in the circle with a stare capable of mischief. “Hmm…Gin Ichimaru…he must be a wonder, you think?” Then began a tirade of how fun it would be if they could, in the least bit, sneak in to see, or even participate in something as festive as this. Somehow, everyone was aiming to be the Platys Vas before she said, beginning to persuade the others it would be interesting to head there and see. A little mischief didn’t hurt; to break the rules every once and a while.
The Fool in a corner took that as an insult and, without hesitance, flared his reiatsu and sent all of them into repulsion; an abrupt hush in the room as the spiritual pressure overcame the scent of sex that permeated through from outside. They were in a box of Isa’s strength all of a sudden.
The Lovers buried themselves further into a manner of solace as if dealt with an object which frightened them so. All knew the capabilities of the known Isa. He was a monster on so many levels of the term that only Aizen could control him; best not mess with his ideals—as effortlessly he could tear anyone apart.
Only Arcana Duwa, the Magician, seemed unafraid as he had been the Fool’s Talum before and was aware of his expressions. He cast an eye on the superior number, watching him from under the brim of his hat.
“Easy. You’ll scare the young ones, Uno,” was but all he said to the other.
“Leave this love-making to the gods where it should be.” The Empress held her tongue when she was supposed to say something in retort to that. She could feel the Fool’s wintry eyes on her. “No one dare if you wish to keep your head.” And with that he let his power die down.
“Sheesh. Grumpy,” the Sun frowned, throwing her cards down and losing interest altogether.
The heavier pressure which was coming from the Royal chambers was imminent still, but it was at a lower state, not the monstrous outburst that it had been a while ago. The Arcana could sense the ritual was at a pause. No one spoke this time, as if anticipating what would be next yet no one dared question the other what it was. Number One was exerting his presence enough to obtain this silence.
The lord had it at his discretion to choose, as he may, anyone. Isa remembered the instance when his god let him into those solid quarters and told him they would go to take his Platys Vas from the realm he would soon destroy with it. That he would make him the one to look after the said chosen and all other affairs in the Citadel.
Tousen Kaname, the commander and god shield was there. He also made him his selection. It was an honour from then on that the Fool will not violate and wouldn’t have this group desecrate so he kept all of them in line all the time. If he had to kill them to set the example, he would do so without uncertainties. After all, there are many Talum that can be Arcana, and many Arcana that had been reduced to Espadas before.
The Magician shifted in his place. “You’re scaring the young ones,” was again all that he said.
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Aizen stood on the farthest side of the bath for some time, allowing Gin to recuperate where he was at the edge. He had made him cum, and it had been hard-made, an ecstatic feel of mixed spiritual pressure and dead-on lust. It spun the silver-haired shinigam‘s head all around, left him reeling and then blank, belatedly realizing Aizen had let him go and all he found with his hands and back was again the cold of the marble.
His hole ached, his being thrummed, his member drumming with this impression as if Aizen’s hand were still on it. His wrists and ankles were purely sore as was his neck—damn feels like he’s been branded. This was exactly the case. In the squall of that uncontrollable power play earlier, Aizen had forced into him what was to be the only option he’ll have: as Platys Vas.
“It’s a pretty name to call your whore,” Gin spoke, eyes cast still on the spot where he, moments ago, watched the swirl of his own secretion sink to the bottom. He thought it would settle where his feet stood but it hadn’t. It just continued to sink, making his earlier notions seem real. He was standing on an abyss—if he was something else other than what he was, he would descend into it as well.
Aizen just stared at him, unmoved. His reiatsu had by now extinguished all the candles. They were both in the dark. He could see everything though, especially the spells pooling into Ichimaru now, the ones that would lay dormant until his “re-birth” as human awakens it, and then to make his way back to Seireitei.
The brands would appear where they should be; distinct bands of Hadou that should be indications of the transformation. For now however, all was invisible. And Gin looked mystified, at a loss it appeared with what just happened. Aizen wouldn’t have that.
He assessed the other’s position. Gin was in a slump, revealing all these sharp angles that he so delighted to explore—in a tactically physical sense—as they were nice to mould oneself into. Gin had such delicacy most didn’t expect from a long-time war expert. He had soft skin, silk hair…a pleasant companion; not awful at all to spend the night with. He fulfils most of his roles eagerly, and amuses that he can be this disciple without being entirely one. That was Gin Ichimaru.
“Always one who wouldn’t keep silent, can you?” Aizen replied.
“You didn’t take me,” Gin spoke. He didn’t sound at all disappointed; nor was it with any indication of surprise. It was just a matter of fact.
“You did not take pleasure in it?”
“One doesn’t need to enjoy the task to fulfil the obligation, my lord.”
Aizen’s brow raised ever slightly, a tint of grace: even with such plain expression, finesse seemed like the god’s second nature. He shifted his arms to cross in front his chest. Gin watched, and imagined the first time when he had seen all this…Aizen stripping in front of him to show off all that lavish strength.
“Ah…so bedding with me all this time had just been your obligation?” Then with one swift gesture, he was in front of Gin again, forcing him to look up, right into his steely eyes. “You lie. You constantly did my fukutaichou.”
~*~
The halls echoed with silence that Tousen Kaname could hear his own footsteps fall and the small rustle of his regalia. He had returned to the Citadel only to find it considerably empty and unexpectedly void of its usual residents, but he felt a great deal of reiatsu bouncing off the walls. It wasn’t that of the Talum or the more prevailing Arcana. It was Aizen’s (which answers all question: the denizens might as well be hiding elsewhere from it lest they be destroyed on the spot)…and somebody else’s.
“My lord,” Kaname felt him coming, this presence approached with apparentness, slicing through the mist-like haze of Aizen’s power to kneel in front of him. A sign of proper respect to a minor god of the palazzo.
“Arcana Anum, where are the others?”
“We are at Chamber sixty-seven my liege. I was merely sent out to greet your arrival,” replied the subordinate.
Kaname frowned at that, “That so? Only you?”
Anum continued his report, “Isa had decided it best if we be in Dulom to observe the Passing and not meddle. All this power surges was making the rest of us crave,” the Hierophant replied clearly without raising his head.
The minor god was struggling with inner control for a minute somewhat before he had totally managed to place it beneath him. Of course, amongst all of them, this Arcana was the one most attuned to the aspect of suppression—shielding oneself from one’s own reiatsu. He had been created like so for a purpose Aizen Sousuke was yet to disclose to him.
“I see,” Kaname opened his inner eyes to sense locations. Indeed, there were so many concentrated masses all over the palace, indicating that the subjects were in groups together. A particularly subtle mass of reiatsu was swirling in Aizen-sama’s private chambers.
“None would be left if we were allowed else to do,” said Hierophant.
The god shield processed all he just heard with what he was sensing. The Passing…it was when energy would be so great in the air that the Arrancars of higher strength like the Arcana lost control and balance and went on death sprees, usually cutting up subordinates where they found them. It had happened often before whenever Aizen-sama released his reiatsu to ‘create’ things here and there; the sensation becoming so intoxicating that aroused Arcana fell almost drunk.
But it wasn’t forbidden for them to be so engrossed—it was allowed in fact when they should go to battle—Aizen calls it the Berserker Mode of his latest army; it was just the enormity of casualties wasn’t a welcome thought to the lord of the Citadel. Imagine having to re-populate the area again. Strong beyond-Vasto Lord level Arrancars were painstakingly wasteful to purge out of the useless ones. Thus they advised against it, and the Arcana should reject it entirely when it happened.
Know when to indulge and when to deny your hunger, the god had told his soldiers. Isa took it a step further by restricting the group to one space at any given moment when it occurred.
Kaname was certain they had sent the Talum away. They too lived by such a regulation, but he remembered most of them for fact get replaced during Passings; that they battle out for a place in the Eleven Edges that went under the leadership of any one given Arcana all the time.
He shook his head.
Ah, but then it would be the ‘justified’ way of doing things. It never really mattered. Espadas were plenty enough to occupy the Talum positions. The Arcana were the ones harder to come by. He cared less for the Talum than he’d cared for the Arcana. And it is true that Aizen-sama cared for nothing at all.
Love for Aizen-taichou was a game of sinners and saints—always at extremes, Kanama always knew. His victims either absolutely adored or absolutely loathed him for what he was. Therefore they try to kill him or allow him to kill them.
It was one of his ways to deal with emotions and turn them into something that was to his advantage. See, to worship him means you’ll hesitate, thinking that there was still something to salvage from the ashes once he betrays you. Hate him and it clouds your judgement, allowing him to see through to what you are. Both were exactly the most foolish to do.
As for his personal feelings, they never really quite show. He is Kyouka Suigetsu in himself, always illusory, never who he was. He never cried, was never indecisive, was never giving less than what he got. He thought and planned and was precisely logical, knowledgeable that he’d always have his way out however dire the situation. As for feeling, it was merely an aspect of him, a tool to wield like a sword.
“Hierophant, on your feet.”
“Yes, my lord,” Anum obliged like a puppet as Kaname passed him in a stride. Robes and longer braided hair was he…the image of a conquering general followed by this strong yet subservient lesser being.
The god shield felt his naked left arm with his right hand’s fingertips. A throb was there he’d just paid attention to, coming from three distinct bands etched on his darkened skin—the signs of his resurrection—and a length of poetry that marked his existence now as what he is. He felt it crawling on his nerves, felt a similar transformation happening in the Citadel itself at the moment.
Kaname suspected it when he first set foot home, yet must confirm it himself. Though of course definitely his own marks felt its counterpart coming to life, and it was no question that the Platys Vas was already with them. This could only mean one thing.
“My lord, Aizen-sama is—”
Kaname waved it off. “Had there been any problems while the Rituals were going on?” he asked instead.
Anum considered the early qualms in their chambers, but then decided it were but merely trivial things to report on. After all, the Fool and the Empress did frequently argue even on the smallest of things. They were often in contrast. He shook his head, “None sir.”
The god shield gave a small nod at that, before he dismissively turned towards his own space in the regal palace, his light steps echoing again on the floor. The Hierophant bowed his head respectively as a bid-farewell.
“Head back to Dulom. Tell your brothers and sisters to stay put until the Passing is over. I will be in my chambers and will see our lords later when they’re done,” Kaname instructed before he considered the last of what he said. “…or maybe do so tomorrow.”
Walking off, he smiled to himself. When Gin Ichimaru was in Aizen-sama’s bed, it typically meant they would take all night through to the morning even to be done. For someone as cold, the silver-haired shinigami unexpectedly was able to inspire appetence in others.
“Welcome home Ichimaru.”
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Last Block to go. Amen
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