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Breaking In The Reins
Aizen knows how to set the reins on someone and how to tame and mold the beast that rears its head while wearing them.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I'm not making money off of this piece of fanwork. Please, don't report me to Genryuusai-dono. He's a mean old man who knows how to wield a cane.
Warnings: Yaoi, non-con relationship of sorts. AU/AT.
Pairings: AizenIchimaru, eventual KyourakuUkitake, and eventual mentions of ByakuyaHisana.
Notes: This is a work in progress and it will be multi-chaptered. The time line is pre-anime/manga, occurring during Ichimaru's time as the fifth squad's fukutaichou, serving under Aizen. As the pairings suggest, it will be non-canon to a degree and should absolutely not be taken literally. Please note that and refrain from leaving reviews telling me that my pairings and descriptions are so non-canon it hurts. -laughs- AU, people. Alternate universe or AT, alternate time line. And for the record, for those reviewers who don't pay a lot of attention to the Bleach anime, Ichimaru Gin's real first name is Ginyanote. He mentions it during his confrontation with Rukia on the bridge between Seireitei and the Shrine of Penitence, kthnx.
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“Ikorose, Shinsou.”
With only enough time spared to turn his head to the right, Ichimaru Gin slaughtered the four Hollows that he had been assigned to, his future captain watching with concealed delight as the young academy graduate made short work of them. Stepping to the silver haired shinigami's side, Aizen rested a hand on his shoulder and smiled, pointing to the approaching Gotei 13 members.
“They're here to congratulate you, Gin.”
The boy peered up with wide garnet eyes. “Aizen-taichou?”
“I'll be back at the division house where you can appear tomorrow for your list of duties and designations, Gin.” A smirk. “Go on. Your buxom friend there is about to trample Genryuusai-dono in her excitement.”
Barely able to believe his good fortune at suddenly finding himself moved up in the world, Ichimaru ran towards his childhood friend and now fellow vice captain, and snatched her up into his arms, swinging her slight form around as he grinned brightly.
From the sidelines, the fifth squad captain smiled dangerously, already planning his conquest of the pale skinned youth, speaking softly to himself and then disappearing.
“Congratulations, Ginyanote. Welcome home.”
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The first task the newly appointed gobantai-fukutaichou received seemed like a joke to the man, his smile fading as he realized how often his captain wanted him in his quarters after hours. The bespectacled shinigami loathed being alone and had asked his new subordinate to stay with him in his sitting room, a friendly arrangement that involved tea and a discussion about the boy's daily activities. To Gin, it was odd, because of his belief that the captains never sat alone. They were always surrounded by their loving friends.
“I'm a very laid back man, Gin.” He had said to the young vice captain. “I have many friends and comrades but few of them have any time to spend together outside of work. In the past, I have always had my fukutaichou by my side in every endeavor.”
The silver haired swordsman had nodded and endured the slightly boring talk the elder man had to give him, his duties outlined for a second time and his eyes slowly drooping closed as the night had worn on. Lovingly, Aizen had allowed the boy to stay stretched out asleep on his divan, a piece of furniture Ichimaru would eventually come to love more than any other, his taichou's haori draped over him like a large white blanket.
Aizen sat on the edge, running a hand through the other's hair, enjoying its silkiness and the light scent it released. It would only be a matter of time before the young fukutaichou fell under his charms, as the previous second-in-commands had.
“You're a good boy, Ginyanote. You're going to serve me well, aren't you?”
The small form shifted to lie on his side and a tiny smile appeared on his face, a grin really, subconsciously hearing his superior's words and answering them truthfully, almost as if the elder man had been speaking to him through his dreams.
“Hai, Aizen-taichou...”
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“Gin! You're early!”
The red eyed fukutaichou smiled warmly at his large chested friend, the strawberry blonde nearly glowing with happiness as he stepped into her home.
“Maa, ya make it sound like I'm always late, Rangiku.”
“You are! Aizen-taichou keeps you so busy!”
Ichimaru shrugged his shoulders and flopped himself onto her couch, the closest relative of the divan he could find in her sparse but lavishly decorated sitting room. She shook her head at his slacking ways but sat down beside him anyway, keeping her hands off of him as they had never been romantic together, but they had always been the closest of friends. According to Gin, he had a new love interest anyway.
“Aizen-taichou keeps me as busy as the other fukutaichou. Ya get off light because Hitsugaya-taichou's so organized. Ya do paperwork and look pretty, Ran.”
The beautiful youth made a sour face and Ichimaru laughed out loud, comfortably tucking his legs under himself and slipping his feet under one of the plush throw pillows. Being as thin as he was and so pale skinned, he seemed to get cold fast, something Matsumoto had remembered from their younger days.
“I don't just sit and look pretty, Gin. I'm a valued member of the Gotei 13, thank you very much. Even Taichou says so.”
A snort. “That's 'cause he's soft on ya.”
“Gin!”
Sleepy garnet eyes lifted to gift the girl with their ever-hazy stare, a look she recognized as Ichimaru's 'I'm right but please, humour me otherwise' look.
“Hmm?”
The redhead scoffed and waved a hand nonchalantly, moving to refill her cup with more of the sweet sake she had accosted from her division's kitchen, offering some to her friend but receiving a negative shake of his head instead.
“Aizen-taichou said I shouldn't drink so much anymore, 'specially now that I'm a respected member of Seireitei.”
“But...we always have a drink Friday mornings. It's tradition, Gin.”
Her words fell on somewhat deaf ears as the slim form rose and bent over to cup her face, Ichimaru's smile genuine, a sight only she had ever seen in their long lives as dearly departed souls. It pained her to see him so obsessed over performing properly for his captain but with Gin, regardless of his slacking ways when it came to much of his work, when it came to Aizen, everything was done correctly and there was never an option of not bothering to do it at all.
“I think a lot of our traditions and habits are gonna die, Rangiku. I can't help it. I've got someone to devote my life to again. You're a big girl now. Ya gotta know how important it is to serve your taichou wholeheartedly, ne?”
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In the training hall of the fifth division squad house, Aizen stood solemnly, his arms crossed inside his long haori sleeves and his loyal fukutaichou by his side, the frown on Gin's face matching the regal captain's. In front of the pair stood the division's seventh seat, a powerfully built man who wielded a zanpakutou that resembled a lariat, its sealed form tucked neatly against his side as he bowed his head in respect.
He had been called before the heads of the squad because of his personal actions against the sixth seat, a smaller man with a decidedly more powerful zanpakutou and a better grasp of kidou. The younger man had been attacked outside of the squad house the day before and was captured by the gate guards, then turned in to the jail so the captain could make his decision in the morning.
“Shoranbou.”
The man's muddy green gaze lifted and he looked genuinely frightened, the captain addressing him by his first name coming as a complete shock.
“Ahh...hai, Aizen-taichou?”
The elder man moved too quickly for the subordinate to follow and he jumped when Sousuke's hand came down on his shoulder, his eyes wide and his mouth trembling. Had he not have gone to the washroom before being let out of his cell, he was certain that he would have wet himself.
“You've disappointed me very badly. How can I trust my men if they fight amongst each other? Not even fight, but pick on their comrades?”
“I..I wasn't pickin' on him, Captain! He was buggin' the shit outta me and was tauntin' me about my past 'n shit!”
Aizen's frown deepened and his hand tightened in the man's kimono, giving him a fierce tug and dropping him to his knees before the vigilant fukutaichou, Ichimaru's hands at his sides until he lifted them both and drew his sword, holding the dangerous item at his side as he stood poised for attack.
“Oh, fuck no, Ichimaru-fukutaichou! What're ya gonna do?”
The silver haired shinigami grinned and lifted his head so the doomed subordinate could see his feral little smile, the man's entire body shaking before he got up and tried to run off, the echo of “Ikorose, Shinsou...” ringing in his ears long after he had fallen in a pile onto the hardwood floor, his blood soaking into the cracks and staining his uniform.
Aizen bent over and dragged the body away from Gin, the boy already cleaning his sword with a cloth and tucking it back into its sheath, his eyes dull as they closed again, resuming their ever-smiling position.
“You've done very well, Ginyanote. Now, go on home. I'll dispose of him and meet you there.”
“Hai, Aizen-taichou.” He bowed and headed off, running down the hallway and around the corner, his footfalls echoing through the room.
From the floor, the stricken shinigami gurgled through a throat filled with blood, the wound in his chest continuing its incessant pumping of his life's essence. The dark captain smirked and held his right hand to the man's head, engaging a kidou and obliterating him without even hearing his plea, his body evaporating until nothing was left except the stained floor. A fast request sent out to the fourth squad had a young subordinate at his door in minutes, asking no questions and receiving no explanation for the gooey stain, the room's purpose as a training hall covering up any possible accidents.
“Do a good job now. No sense in leaving anything the recruits could slip on and hurt themselves with, ne?”
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Silence within the ranks was a given in Seireitei and because of the law of silence concerning captains and how they ran their squads, no one ever missed the seventh seat from Aizen's division, not even the sixth seat he had so recently terrorized. The eighth seat and each subsequent shinigami below him, were moved up, given new duties and life moved on. The only person the man's execution seemed to haunt, was the executioner himself.
From his captain's bed, Ichimaru stared as the man came in, his duties finished for the day and the night's activities were just beginning, the same routine the young fukutaichou had gone through ever since his first week of serving under the quiet captain. Aizen smiled as he saw the light shiver run through the other's slim form, knowing that underneath the thick comforter, the silver haired boy would be as naked as the day he was born.
He shifted his haori off and started on the rest of his uniform, setting his zanpakutou on its stand and padding his way to the high platform, his long legs lifting him onto the cushioned pallet and under the blanket in one swift movement.
“Why are you shaking, Gin?” he asked as he laid himself along the boy's body, pulling Ichimaru's legs up to wrap around his waist, his intentions clear. “Do I frighten you?”
The younger shinigami shook his head and stifled a groan behind his hand, tipping his head off to the side as Aizen bit down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, which he licked off quickly, to avoid staining his pale sheets. If nothing else, the bespectacled captain had discovered a flaw in his loyal subordinate's sexual makeup. Unless he was given the ultimate stimulus, pain in this case, he couldn't become aroused enough to release. Sousuke had chalked it up to an instance when the boy was younger and thought no more about it, having devoted his efforts to exploiting the little tidbit of information.
“N..no, Aizen-taichou. It's just...”
“Just what?”
“That...was the ninth man I've killed since becomin' your vice captain.” He dared a small glare. “None of 'em were even noble deaths, taichou.”
The dark haired man chuckled and shifted enough to bit down on the other's slightly defined pec, ignoring the nipple completely, busily licking at the red liquid that beaded to the surface.
“They were necessary deaths. Each one of them defied my orders in some way and destroyed the confidence and trust I had placed in them.”
“Necessary deaths?”
“Problems. Problems that were dealt with in the tidiest way possible.”
Ichimaru's eyes widened and Aizen got a view of the lush colour under the boy's pale lashes, eyes the colour of the blood that had soaked the murdered shinigami's clothes. That had run down Shinsou's blade until he had so diligently wiped it clean.
“You're very valuable to me, little one. You're the right hand I've always wanted. Loyal, devoted and willing to dirty your hands at my beck and call.”
The blankets were moved again and the age old captain proceeded to take his subordinate as he had every night prior, never taking him in any position other than the one they were currently in, wanting to see his little one's face as he made him cry out, Ichimaru's bright eyes staring back at himself from the mirror Sousuke had installed on the ceiling above the bed.
“Open your eyes for me, Ginyanote. I want to see them while you serve me this way. They're so much like the blood you've spilled for me and your tears are so much like the water that washes it all away.”
Ichimaru gasped at the man's words, his eyes truly brimming with unshed tears, his pale face staring back at him as he gripped the captain's shoulders. Once the words had sunk in and Aizen had grunted his release, he closed them tightly.
Aizen doubted he could ever stop loving the frail fukutaichou's ruby gaze.
Gin doubted he could ever bear to see his bloody stare again.
Warnings: Yaoi, non-con relationship of sorts. AU/AT.
Pairings: AizenIchimaru, eventual KyourakuUkitake, and eventual mentions of ByakuyaHisana.
Notes: This is a work in progress and it will be multi-chaptered. The time line is pre-anime/manga, occurring during Ichimaru's time as the fifth squad's fukutaichou, serving under Aizen. As the pairings suggest, it will be non-canon to a degree and should absolutely not be taken literally. Please note that and refrain from leaving reviews telling me that my pairings and descriptions are so non-canon it hurts. -laughs- AU, people. Alternate universe or AT, alternate time line. And for the record, for those reviewers who don't pay a lot of attention to the Bleach anime, Ichimaru Gin's real first name is Ginyanote. He mentions it during his confrontation with Rukia on the bridge between Seireitei and the Shrine of Penitence, kthnx.
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“Ikorose, Shinsou.”
With only enough time spared to turn his head to the right, Ichimaru Gin slaughtered the four Hollows that he had been assigned to, his future captain watching with concealed delight as the young academy graduate made short work of them. Stepping to the silver haired shinigami's side, Aizen rested a hand on his shoulder and smiled, pointing to the approaching Gotei 13 members.
“They're here to congratulate you, Gin.”
The boy peered up with wide garnet eyes. “Aizen-taichou?”
“I'll be back at the division house where you can appear tomorrow for your list of duties and designations, Gin.” A smirk. “Go on. Your buxom friend there is about to trample Genryuusai-dono in her excitement.”
Barely able to believe his good fortune at suddenly finding himself moved up in the world, Ichimaru ran towards his childhood friend and now fellow vice captain, and snatched her up into his arms, swinging her slight form around as he grinned brightly.
From the sidelines, the fifth squad captain smiled dangerously, already planning his conquest of the pale skinned youth, speaking softly to himself and then disappearing.
“Congratulations, Ginyanote. Welcome home.”
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The first task the newly appointed gobantai-fukutaichou received seemed like a joke to the man, his smile fading as he realized how often his captain wanted him in his quarters after hours. The bespectacled shinigami loathed being alone and had asked his new subordinate to stay with him in his sitting room, a friendly arrangement that involved tea and a discussion about the boy's daily activities. To Gin, it was odd, because of his belief that the captains never sat alone. They were always surrounded by their loving friends.
“I'm a very laid back man, Gin.” He had said to the young vice captain. “I have many friends and comrades but few of them have any time to spend together outside of work. In the past, I have always had my fukutaichou by my side in every endeavor.”
The silver haired swordsman had nodded and endured the slightly boring talk the elder man had to give him, his duties outlined for a second time and his eyes slowly drooping closed as the night had worn on. Lovingly, Aizen had allowed the boy to stay stretched out asleep on his divan, a piece of furniture Ichimaru would eventually come to love more than any other, his taichou's haori draped over him like a large white blanket.
Aizen sat on the edge, running a hand through the other's hair, enjoying its silkiness and the light scent it released. It would only be a matter of time before the young fukutaichou fell under his charms, as the previous second-in-commands had.
“You're a good boy, Ginyanote. You're going to serve me well, aren't you?”
The small form shifted to lie on his side and a tiny smile appeared on his face, a grin really, subconsciously hearing his superior's words and answering them truthfully, almost as if the elder man had been speaking to him through his dreams.
“Hai, Aizen-taichou...”
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“Gin! You're early!”
The red eyed fukutaichou smiled warmly at his large chested friend, the strawberry blonde nearly glowing with happiness as he stepped into her home.
“Maa, ya make it sound like I'm always late, Rangiku.”
“You are! Aizen-taichou keeps you so busy!”
Ichimaru shrugged his shoulders and flopped himself onto her couch, the closest relative of the divan he could find in her sparse but lavishly decorated sitting room. She shook her head at his slacking ways but sat down beside him anyway, keeping her hands off of him as they had never been romantic together, but they had always been the closest of friends. According to Gin, he had a new love interest anyway.
“Aizen-taichou keeps me as busy as the other fukutaichou. Ya get off light because Hitsugaya-taichou's so organized. Ya do paperwork and look pretty, Ran.”
The beautiful youth made a sour face and Ichimaru laughed out loud, comfortably tucking his legs under himself and slipping his feet under one of the plush throw pillows. Being as thin as he was and so pale skinned, he seemed to get cold fast, something Matsumoto had remembered from their younger days.
“I don't just sit and look pretty, Gin. I'm a valued member of the Gotei 13, thank you very much. Even Taichou says so.”
A snort. “That's 'cause he's soft on ya.”
“Gin!”
Sleepy garnet eyes lifted to gift the girl with their ever-hazy stare, a look she recognized as Ichimaru's 'I'm right but please, humour me otherwise' look.
“Hmm?”
The redhead scoffed and waved a hand nonchalantly, moving to refill her cup with more of the sweet sake she had accosted from her division's kitchen, offering some to her friend but receiving a negative shake of his head instead.
“Aizen-taichou said I shouldn't drink so much anymore, 'specially now that I'm a respected member of Seireitei.”
“But...we always have a drink Friday mornings. It's tradition, Gin.”
Her words fell on somewhat deaf ears as the slim form rose and bent over to cup her face, Ichimaru's smile genuine, a sight only she had ever seen in their long lives as dearly departed souls. It pained her to see him so obsessed over performing properly for his captain but with Gin, regardless of his slacking ways when it came to much of his work, when it came to Aizen, everything was done correctly and there was never an option of not bothering to do it at all.
“I think a lot of our traditions and habits are gonna die, Rangiku. I can't help it. I've got someone to devote my life to again. You're a big girl now. Ya gotta know how important it is to serve your taichou wholeheartedly, ne?”
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In the training hall of the fifth division squad house, Aizen stood solemnly, his arms crossed inside his long haori sleeves and his loyal fukutaichou by his side, the frown on Gin's face matching the regal captain's. In front of the pair stood the division's seventh seat, a powerfully built man who wielded a zanpakutou that resembled a lariat, its sealed form tucked neatly against his side as he bowed his head in respect.
He had been called before the heads of the squad because of his personal actions against the sixth seat, a smaller man with a decidedly more powerful zanpakutou and a better grasp of kidou. The younger man had been attacked outside of the squad house the day before and was captured by the gate guards, then turned in to the jail so the captain could make his decision in the morning.
“Shoranbou.”
The man's muddy green gaze lifted and he looked genuinely frightened, the captain addressing him by his first name coming as a complete shock.
“Ahh...hai, Aizen-taichou?”
The elder man moved too quickly for the subordinate to follow and he jumped when Sousuke's hand came down on his shoulder, his eyes wide and his mouth trembling. Had he not have gone to the washroom before being let out of his cell, he was certain that he would have wet himself.
“You've disappointed me very badly. How can I trust my men if they fight amongst each other? Not even fight, but pick on their comrades?”
“I..I wasn't pickin' on him, Captain! He was buggin' the shit outta me and was tauntin' me about my past 'n shit!”
Aizen's frown deepened and his hand tightened in the man's kimono, giving him a fierce tug and dropping him to his knees before the vigilant fukutaichou, Ichimaru's hands at his sides until he lifted them both and drew his sword, holding the dangerous item at his side as he stood poised for attack.
“Oh, fuck no, Ichimaru-fukutaichou! What're ya gonna do?”
The silver haired shinigami grinned and lifted his head so the doomed subordinate could see his feral little smile, the man's entire body shaking before he got up and tried to run off, the echo of “Ikorose, Shinsou...” ringing in his ears long after he had fallen in a pile onto the hardwood floor, his blood soaking into the cracks and staining his uniform.
Aizen bent over and dragged the body away from Gin, the boy already cleaning his sword with a cloth and tucking it back into its sheath, his eyes dull as they closed again, resuming their ever-smiling position.
“You've done very well, Ginyanote. Now, go on home. I'll dispose of him and meet you there.”
“Hai, Aizen-taichou.” He bowed and headed off, running down the hallway and around the corner, his footfalls echoing through the room.
From the floor, the stricken shinigami gurgled through a throat filled with blood, the wound in his chest continuing its incessant pumping of his life's essence. The dark captain smirked and held his right hand to the man's head, engaging a kidou and obliterating him without even hearing his plea, his body evaporating until nothing was left except the stained floor. A fast request sent out to the fourth squad had a young subordinate at his door in minutes, asking no questions and receiving no explanation for the gooey stain, the room's purpose as a training hall covering up any possible accidents.
“Do a good job now. No sense in leaving anything the recruits could slip on and hurt themselves with, ne?”
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Silence within the ranks was a given in Seireitei and because of the law of silence concerning captains and how they ran their squads, no one ever missed the seventh seat from Aizen's division, not even the sixth seat he had so recently terrorized. The eighth seat and each subsequent shinigami below him, were moved up, given new duties and life moved on. The only person the man's execution seemed to haunt, was the executioner himself.
From his captain's bed, Ichimaru stared as the man came in, his duties finished for the day and the night's activities were just beginning, the same routine the young fukutaichou had gone through ever since his first week of serving under the quiet captain. Aizen smiled as he saw the light shiver run through the other's slim form, knowing that underneath the thick comforter, the silver haired boy would be as naked as the day he was born.
He shifted his haori off and started on the rest of his uniform, setting his zanpakutou on its stand and padding his way to the high platform, his long legs lifting him onto the cushioned pallet and under the blanket in one swift movement.
“Why are you shaking, Gin?” he asked as he laid himself along the boy's body, pulling Ichimaru's legs up to wrap around his waist, his intentions clear. “Do I frighten you?”
The younger shinigami shook his head and stifled a groan behind his hand, tipping his head off to the side as Aizen bit down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, which he licked off quickly, to avoid staining his pale sheets. If nothing else, the bespectacled captain had discovered a flaw in his loyal subordinate's sexual makeup. Unless he was given the ultimate stimulus, pain in this case, he couldn't become aroused enough to release. Sousuke had chalked it up to an instance when the boy was younger and thought no more about it, having devoted his efforts to exploiting the little tidbit of information.
“N..no, Aizen-taichou. It's just...”
“Just what?”
“That...was the ninth man I've killed since becomin' your vice captain.” He dared a small glare. “None of 'em were even noble deaths, taichou.”
The dark haired man chuckled and shifted enough to bit down on the other's slightly defined pec, ignoring the nipple completely, busily licking at the red liquid that beaded to the surface.
“They were necessary deaths. Each one of them defied my orders in some way and destroyed the confidence and trust I had placed in them.”
“Necessary deaths?”
“Problems. Problems that were dealt with in the tidiest way possible.”
Ichimaru's eyes widened and Aizen got a view of the lush colour under the boy's pale lashes, eyes the colour of the blood that had soaked the murdered shinigami's clothes. That had run down Shinsou's blade until he had so diligently wiped it clean.
“You're very valuable to me, little one. You're the right hand I've always wanted. Loyal, devoted and willing to dirty your hands at my beck and call.”
The blankets were moved again and the age old captain proceeded to take his subordinate as he had every night prior, never taking him in any position other than the one they were currently in, wanting to see his little one's face as he made him cry out, Ichimaru's bright eyes staring back at himself from the mirror Sousuke had installed on the ceiling above the bed.
“Open your eyes for me, Ginyanote. I want to see them while you serve me this way. They're so much like the blood you've spilled for me and your tears are so much like the water that washes it all away.”
Ichimaru gasped at the man's words, his eyes truly brimming with unshed tears, his pale face staring back at him as he gripped the captain's shoulders. Once the words had sunk in and Aizen had grunted his release, he closed them tightly.
Aizen doubted he could ever stop loving the frail fukutaichou's ruby gaze.
Gin doubted he could ever bear to see his bloody stare again.
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