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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 28, 2015 20:33:10 GMT -6
Gin cursed inwardly as the punishment paused, trying to catalogue the pain and emotions boiling in his heart at the intense stab that had sprung through his whole body.
“I’m not going to die yet…” he gasped.
Damn. His arms were already throbbing from trying to pull free from his restraints - from the need to fight back - and he’d bit the inside of his mouth from forcing back the desire to tell him to stop. As what had been expected back then. Damn him twice. As the the pain spread deeper, blending with the bubbling rage, his momentary fear faded.
He chuckled. “You’d lose all your fun with me dead.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 28, 2015 20:46:24 GMT -6
Aizen chuckled lightly, "Would I?" The blade drug down Gin's side. First cutting away at only the fabric of his clothing then slowly going deeper until it started cutting into the flesh then dragging across the muscle, then the bone .
Gin's teeth gnashed and ground as his body tensed again, his eyes wide open and stricken with pain.
"I do have your wife; or so you like to call her without justification." The blade cut deeper. "Her blood is much redder than yours, but you know that already."
"BASTARD!!"
Aizen laughed aloud. "It can all go away as easily as it started."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 28, 2015 21:11:09 GMT -6
“LIAR!” Gin hollered as the hook dragged along the bone, sending a teeth-chattering hum of agony down that whole side of his body.
“Am I?” Aizen asked, letting the blade continue down that line of bone, petting the marrow.
Sweat started beading on Gin’s chest as the blood raced through him and his nerves screamed out as the backlash cut deeper still. His eyes flashing between crimson and the wide azure. Heart pounding like drums against his ears.
“You’re lying,” Gin whispered, clinging to the facts to keep sane. “She would never leave me. It is not something that can be broken.”
“If what you have with Kita can’t be broken,” Aizen murmured, gazing up at him, “then you know the role I play in your life isn’t something that you can escape either.”
Gin’s hands shook. “That ended when I pulled your heart from your chest. It ended!"
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 28, 2015 21:36:48 GMT -6
Aizen smirked, "are you sure that is what happen?" He lifted the blade resting it to Gin's arm. "Did it really happen? After all, I am still here, and we all know when a person's heart is removed they cease to exist, but here I am."
He drew close to Gin's ear once more, "or was it Kyoka Suigetsu?"
The blade cut into Gin's sword arm from his elbow to his wrist as Aizen drug the blade upward.
Gin shut his eyes in an effort to block out that voice. “Shut up,” he hissed. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” he spat. His eyes flew open as Aizen started carving into the palm of his hand. Through the haze of the blossoming pain, he focused on his master. “I held your heart in my hand and I’ve been around Suigetsu long enough to know when you’ve been messing with the status quo. You were dead!”
"Was I?" The blade now jabbed through Gin's palm. "You think just because you have been around long enough you know my zanpakuto?"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 28, 2015 22:06:32 GMT -6
Questions he had buried yet again were tangling with the waves of pain. If he had lied, didn’t that mean his master could have? Had he befriended his son to use Sojiro the same way as he had used him? Had he been replaced? Or did he feel regret? Gin shook his head as shivers of bloodlust clashed with blood loss, taking his defenses down another notch.
“It doesn’t matter,” he bit out, warring with cloudy weariness. “I started a family. She was still there when I woke up. Even my son… still was. You - I couldn’t find that if I was still waiting to fulfill my vow.” He turned his head aside. “I know it was real.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 28, 2015 22:25:31 GMT -6
Aizen smirked lording above him, "There is doubt in your words, Ichimaru. You slipped into a coma and that coma that took you away from the woman you loved the child you do not know. Why? If you hated me that much why would you let my death take you away from the woman you loved, your light? Regret? Remorse? Both because of what you believed you did to me, and how do you know she was there? Eight years. Eight years you were in that coma. Do you truly believe she was faithful to you? Faithful to the end until your eyes opened."
Aizen laughed, "The one you called Brat. An Espada that risk all to save her. Both ex-lovers, and what of the others. Hisagi, Abarai and any other that chased after her." There was a pause as Aizen let it sink in, "was her heart truly with you?"
The blade grazed down his chest again cutting away at the fabric of his kimono. Stopping just above his belt. "Does she really love you or is she using you because she knows you are the only one that can get close enough to me, which in turn will get her close to me. Then when the time comes. She destroys us all." Aizen rested his free hand to the table next to Gin as he looked to him.
"You know as well as I, with Sumi's help we are as good as dead if she gets that chance."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 29, 2015 14:13:15 GMT -6
Gin gritted his teeth as the accusations pelted him, trying to wash them all away as mere words to break him. But damn his master and his slipping into the cracks of his mind. And damn himself for letting it happen again. Listening to his words and even letting them sow doubt in his mind. It had been eight years, eight years, nearly a decade. And Gin knew others loved his wife. He’d seen the ring the Brat had given to her - as a friendship token. The fucking disguise that meant he couldn’t tear it from her hand. No, damn it. The Brat had been honest there. Or had he been too tired to see through it at the time. And he’d seen the way she’d cried over her ex-lover, the damned redhead, every time Teruo had torn him apart. Why couldn’t he have finished the job? No, no no! Vacanze loved her. He doted on his son. HIS son. But he knew the limits. And he had been spending time outside. But Vacanze had never got… the promise ring and amulet back to Gin. Before…. before now.
Kisuke’s narrowed eyes bore down on him.
“ For the first time in your life, Ichimaru. Fight with your heart and what you believe in. I promise you. You will come out a winner every time."
Gin slammed his head into his master’s! “I. don’t. care,” he snarled. “If she kills me, I deserve it. At least I know you’re going down, too.” He took a shaky breath, his head spinning. “Darkness and light exist together. That means you will be overwhelmed again. And I,” he hissed, falling back down as his heart wrenched in his chest, “don’t….” The words stuck in his throat.
His slitted eyes blazed. “I do NOT have to listen to you anymore,” he forced out. His eyes narrowed, irritated at himself. Why was it difficult? He closed his eyes, searching for some simple meaning to pour over the cracking in his psyche. “I don’t mean anything to you,” he whispered, “so you…. mean nothing to me.” He took a deep, haggard breath.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 30, 2015 15:28:39 GMT -6
Aizen laughed. "So blind. When did you become so blind to what is right in front of you. You know I am not going to let a mere human get the best of me. Not after centuries of evading soul society and their lap dogs." His eyes narrowed the hooked blade cutting into his belt, then his stomach.
Aizen watched as Gin gritted his teeth the blade cutting deeper. His hands clenched tight into fists as his hands and parts of his wrists and arms doing the same. At that moment the door to the torture room burst open. A familiar chuckle and a nagging female voice echoed through the room.
"Bitch all you want, Angel, but you know as well as I that you're not to be out running the halls of Las Noches."
The female was dropped to the floor as she landed to her backside on the cold marble floor, catching herself with her arms so not to fall back further and hit her head.
"BASTARD!!" She screeched.
The Ayakashi shrugged. "At least I brought you somewhere we can have some fun."
Aizen looked slowly back to Gin removing the blade from his stomach. Stepping away from the table with a new found smirk across his face he stepped toward the woman and Ayakashi. He slid the blade around her neck and spoke.
"Stand up, Kitten, or I will take your lovely head where you sit."
Kita stood slowly, Aizen helping her as he took hold of her arm. Turning her to face to her lover, Aizen spoke to her again. "I blame you for this. As does Ichimaru."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 30, 2015 16:06:39 GMT -6
Gin’s acute struggle with denial froze as the Ayakashi entered and Kita cursed. As Aizen had her stand so Kita could see the damage done to him and said those words, Gin’s reiatsu spiked and the table trembled as he tugged on his restraints. “Leave her out of this, Aizen,” he growled. “Why?” Aizen murmured, the hook still around Kita’s neck, blood dripping down. He waved his free hand at Gin’s torn up form and the fresh blood coating the table. “After all, she already is in the middle of this.”
Gin’s eyes flared crimson, a new feeling growing in his gut, all the more strongly with the bloody haze all around him. “Don’t you dare…” Gin warned thickly in a possessive rumble. “I have never blamed her and I never will. I chose this path, the same as when I chose to take my first life. When I chose to call you master. And I will take the consequences and the weight!”
It was his path. His alone.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 30, 2015 21:30:25 GMT -6
Aizen's smirk remained as he released the woman's arm. His hand caressing upward to around her neck. Titling her head back Aizen glanced at her pale flesh. He chuckled lightly. "An Army of Arrancar face her and not as much as a blink of a eye comes from her, but put a blade to her neck and she trembles like a newly born butterfly." He pulled the blade closer, the razor sharp blade cutting into her as a bead of dark red, rolled down soaking into the white collar of her uniform.
Leaning forward he licked her neck clean, his hand flat on her upper chest as he let it caress downward. "Tell me Ichimaru? How did a man like you obtain two women of such beauty, both willing to die for you."
Kita protested slightly as his hand continued to move south when it cupped one of her breasts.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 31, 2015 0:49:50 GMT -6
Gin growled in his throat as his eyes darkened to a deeper ruby, warring with a warming in his groin for the show to continue and blistering rage for his helplessness again. Fuck him! He forced his mind back to the question at hand, but the answer only increased his boiling anxiety. “Because I was never exactly like you. There was something I had that you didn’t!” he screamed.
His fist tightened, turning white from blood loss, as he considered. For a moment. Then, he threw his whole being into escaping the strap on the bleeding wrist. The nerves’ cry nearly blinded him with greying spots and he collapsed, head aching. Still tied down. Still unable to stop anything.
And Kita hadn’t spoken…
Gin’s eyes suddenly narrowed and he turned his head back to his master. “Sick trick, Aizen.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 31, 2015 14:19:24 GMT -6
He stepped from around the woman letting the blade drop from her throat as he stepped up the Gin on the table. "Sick trick? Is your mind wavering, Ichimaru. There are no tricks here. Only your demise, while your beloved watches."
Aizen walked around the head of table. "Though, this was not my intentions." He stopped on the other side of the table his smirk still in place. "But we know her all too well. She never does as you suspect."
He leaned over the top of Gin looking into his blood red eyes. "So what do you think we should do with her?"
Ilian chuckled, "I have a few good ideas."
Ilian was licking his lips as Aizen looked his way the two sharing a chuckle. "I like the way this man thinks." Aizen quipped as he looked back to Gin.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 31, 2015 15:40:57 GMT -6
Gin ground his teeth together . It didn’t matter if it was a trick or not. Not with this particular form. Not with the looks being passed between those two. But if it really was Kita, why wasn’t she speaking? Why wasn’t she crying? Damn it! He couldn’t listen to him. And he would not answer his question. Gin yanked at his restraints again. ‘FUCK YOU! JUST END IT!” he screamed.
Stop getting into my head and tell me what you want. Tell me, so I can expel you again before you get too deep. So I can control the darkness swirling inside at your games.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Oct 31, 2015 15:57:57 GMT -6
Aizen raised a brow, "End it you say?" He pushed up from the table, turned and looked at Ilian and Kita. "Well then. I guess we need to get this moving." He looked directly to Ilian. "Go get her."
Ilian nodded, turned and left the torture room. The heavy door making a loud thud as he exited. "Do you love her, Ichimaru?" Aizen looked from Kita to the man on the table.
Gin snarled. "Enough of your tricks!" he spat. "You know I do! I never would have been able to leave your shadow without her!"
Aizen chuckled. "And what of the other?" He stepped closer to Gin, "And I don't mean your son."
Gin's hands fisted, blood squirting from his wounds. "I'm not answering any more questions."
Aizen looked from the man back to Kita. "That is a yes than?" He stepped back over to Kita, his hand resting to her shoulder stepping behind her as he looked over her shoulder at Gin.
"If you had to pick one? Which one would it be?" Aizen's fingertips caressed up Kita's neck. A shudder coursing through her body. Aizen laughed softly as he looked back to her.
Gin growled in response, eyes demanding to be set free.
Aizen cocked his head. "Refusing to answer the question, Ichimaru will get me to make the choice for you. I know you don't want that."
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Post by Ilian Cassius on Oct 31, 2015 18:39:08 GMT -6
As the question lingered in the room the door bust open again. Ilian walking in with a feisty big breasted blonde.
"Let go of me!!" She growled her eyes on the Ayakashi and not aware of her audience.
Kita gasp looking from Rangiku to Aizen as Ilian manhandled her to get her in the room. When what he was attempting was not working he drew back his hand, backhanding her across the face. Rangiku fell tumbling across the floor. She stopped a few inches from where Kita and Aizen were standing. Kita quickly jerked away from Aizen kneeling next to Rangiku, her hand resting to her shoulder. She looked up at Aizen her eyes narrowed.
"What the hell is this about, Aizen? You're going against our deal again."
Aizen chuckled walking toward the women, he took hold of them both tugging them to their feet. "Ladies." He turned them both to face Gin. "Who is willing to die for this poor soul?"
Ilian grinned, "I am sure I could entertain her to death if that's the route we are taking."
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