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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 9, 2016 23:09:33 GMT -6
“I will have Shinsou back in time,” Gin snapped, “and in the meantime, I have other weapons.” He halted, angered at his reaction to Aizen’s probing. “Tervaden caught me off guard,” he admitted with a calmer grin, “and questions create doubt in the blade.”
He would find out what Kita knew.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jan 9, 2016 23:16:38 GMT -6
"In the meantime; you will follow orders. Mine and Tervaden's when it comes to things." He turned looking at Gin. "There are some things you are not remembering. Thanks to the Goddess that is." Gin's eyes slightly widened as he looked at his Master.
"So until I see you are back to yourself, Kita will remain with Tervaden and you will fall under direct order of him." Aizen smirked, "and of course myself."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 9, 2016 23:35:23 GMT -6
Gin acted immediately, whirling around and grabbing a fist of Aizen’s shihakuso at his neck. “What do you mean?” he hissed. “What the hell did she do?”
Was it possible that what Kita alleged was true? Had he abandoned Ran completely for her because of something that had been stripped from him?
His eyes narrowed to slits as his temper spiked. “I will get what I want out of her.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jan 9, 2016 23:46:12 GMT -6
Aizen wrapped his fingers around Gin's wrist his grip tight, but not crushing as he looked into the mans eyes. "She will not tell you what you want to hear. From your actions I would have to say she has already told you enough to shake you."
Aizen finally broke Gin's grip on his shihakuso as he straightened his clothing. "The boy I am sure has you deep in though enough." He let his eyes glance at Gin. "He is not yours. He belongs to another."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 10, 2016 0:24:24 GMT -6
Gin’s anger flashed to hatred and then cooled almost as soon as it had taken hold. He stepped back and leaned against the wall. “Then her lying is just another reason for me to tear screams from her throat until I am satisfied,” he growled, eyes bleeding crimson.
There were those who lied and those who could do anything but.
"Unless you don't think I can do it?" Gin demanded.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jan 10, 2016 0:31:07 GMT -6
Aizen chuckled, "If anyone can do it, it will be you, Ichimaru. She has a beautiful singing voice. I have only heard it a few times and it has not been with me, sadly." He smirked. "Only three men have been able to get her to sing that beautifully," he looked to Gin from the corner of his eyes.
"And you are one of them."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 10, 2016 13:17:29 GMT -6
Gin chuckled in turn. “Return Shinsou to me and I look forward to demonstrating that power.” He smirked madly, looking up at the full moon. “I wonder how long it will take for her to fall to her knees and then break and beg for the pain to stop.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jan 10, 2016 13:48:30 GMT -6
Aizen walked over to part of a wall in the Throne room. His hand sliding down the chilled marble wall slowly. "And what will you do with him once you have him back in your hands, Ichimaru?"
Pushing his hand down on a certain spot of the wall it slid open reveling all of the zanpakuto taken from the captive and others over the years. He grabbed the one that sat closest to the front. Shinsou. Aizen held it up looking at the beaten and tattered sheath.
"You should take better care of your zanpakuto, Ichimaru."
Aizen drew the blade from the sheath. The brilliant sliver of the blade shimmered in the low light of the room. "Such a marvelous instrument this blade is." His eyes followed the sharp edge of the Wakizashi. Looking at the short blade he looked to Gin. "I must say in all the centuries I have known you your control of the size of your blade has never differed. You have always kept it between 30 and 60 centimeters. Your control is amazing, Ichimaru. One would think--"
He stopped abruptly with a smirk as he looked to the man before him. The blade in his hands quickly sheathed and tossed across the room to him. "Take care to use it against your enemies. Not the ones that stand with you."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 10, 2016 14:56:30 GMT -6
Gin’s eyes narrowed behind his bangs at the sight of his battered sheath, recalling the taunts of the ayakashi Sada. And how he had harmed his zanpakuto’s shell. Over and over. His silence stretched as Aizen spoke on about the virtues of his blade and his control. Reminding him of the past. And yet…. with Kita, it seemed his control, one of his greatest weapons, had disappeared.
Because of her words.
He could understand her being angered at the situation and even accusing him of betrayal for leaving her to the machinations of Tervaden, but her heart-felt scream about being his wife unnerved him. Upset his balance.
She should know what Las Noches was. How impossible it was to give her that. Even if he wanted to.
Gin’s hand tightened on his Shinsou before drawing it himself, peace settling over himself. “I will keep that in mind, Aizen-san,” he purred, eyes glittering. “But then again,” he lowered his shimmering blade, “those words are always changing in Las Noches. Who is friend and who…” he paused, turning his blade, admiring and communing with the energy of the kitsune within it, “wants to make you bleed.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jan 10, 2016 15:08:09 GMT -6
Aizen gave a slight chuckle. "Friend. A word I have never known." He turned from Gin and made a path toward the throne after closing the wall once more. "Remember who you fall under Ichimaru. I would hate to see you without a head. You have been proven to be a great asset to me in times of need in the past. I think in time all that will return with the right guidance on your part."
"You are dismissed if you have no more questions for me."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 10, 2016 15:16:27 GMT -6
Gin turned on his heel. “None at the moment, Aizen-san. I am sure you can find me if you have more questions for myself or you are ready to make the fair Kitten bleed. But until then, I have a room to refurbish and a maze to take back control of.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jan 10, 2016 15:18:26 GMT -6
"So you are returning to your old room?" Aizen questioned as he watched the man walk toward the Throne room doors. "I have yet to deterred by such ordinary means such as my property being maligned by another," Gin responded, smirking. Aizen laughed, "Does that include the treatment of Kitten as well?"
Gin paused. “I don’t take kindly to my things being taken from me, but she did betray me.” He turned around and bowed. “We will find out what happens when that occurs later.” He turned and continued towards the doors. Aizen nodded at the silver-haired reaper as he turned and exited the room. "Perfect." Aizen spoke softly as he lifted from his throne. It was time to find out what his precious Hime was up to. |
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jan 18, 2016 10:49:07 GMT -6
"The Last Six Months":Thoughtfully, Aizen walked from the bedroom to the main room of his chamber leaving Yumiko still resting in bed. Nodding to Yuzu as he past her on his way to the balcony she handed him a cup of tea. It had been six months since the takeover of the Soul Society. Things moving rather well in the time. All but the takeover of the Godly realm. This would have taken place months ago if it had not been for the fact of Kita carrying Vale's child. In her fragile state Vale has keep her limited in what she was to do and what he wanted her to do. Surprisingly enough Vale was able to keep her happy in this down time and keep her attitude in check. Even with his time spent in the Soul Society and his extra curricular activity on the side for his outlined plans. With the meddling of the Goddess six months ago, Gin was returned to his former self, tormenting and reeking havoc through Las Noches and in the Maze. He knew the mans hatred for him was still deep, but with the women of his life out of the way Gin seemed to be some what more carefree. Though Gin's eyes still never wandered too far from the Vessel. Causing him backlash from Vale or Kita every time he acted on something toward her. Then there was the fact of his son, Sojiro. Even after Vale's request to have Gin removed from training the boy, Gin seemed to take an interest in the lad as he grew and came into his powers. Though he could not blame Gin, every man wants a son to surpass him one day so to leave a legacy upon the world. Gin had finally got that in his life. It actually grounded Gin in some ways, making him stronger in many ways and even more aware of things happening around him. The captive were kept busy with the Maze, no causalities and no victims to the Deadpool yet, but the Captain Commander and his old friend Ukitake grew restless within their confines in the tower. As did Kenpachi in his. Their search for the escaped still moved forward with no real luck in capturing them. Koga was always spot on where they could be found, but they always seemed to slip through by the time someone got to their location. His brother on the other hand, was still on the prowl somewhere in Las Noches. Not even Koga could pinpoint him. Making him believe the Goddess had a hand in keeping him hid from them. Kisuke's being free was only the icing on the cake though. It seemed he had gotten his hands on his zanpakuto; along with a few others that was hidden away with Benihime. Thus having him place stronger guards inside and out of the captives containment cells. Other then the few catches still in place he was pleased with the outcome of the last few months. Soon Kita would be having her and Vale's child. Thus having Vale lift his limitations on her, and the takeover on the Godly realm could take place. A smirk appeared across his lips as he leaned over on the railing of the balcony looking across the white sands of Hueco Mundo. "Soon. Very soon," Fade
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Jan 19, 2016 16:19:32 GMT -6
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Feb 2, 2016 13:27:46 GMT -6
"Heritage": (continued) The throne room was empty. Good. She made her best observations alone. And undisturbed. She didn’t want any distractions. Or expectations. Not now. Not when she was so close to getting past what he had torn inside her. She paused in the shadows for a moment longer and then stepped onto the bright balcony.
Squinting as the moonlight washed over her, she glanced at her father’s throne, sitting just beyond the light and casting a long shadow across the room spread out before it. But that was not hers. Not yet. Turning back, she walked over to the railing and looked to the long, sprawling landscape echoing out before her. It called to something inside her. And seemed… cleansing in some way.
Her hands tightened on the railing as her bands started to writhe on her arms. It also reeked of peril and death.
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