Categories > Anime/Manga > Bleach > Breaking In The Reins
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, nor any of its characters. I'm stealing them for my own amusement, so nyah.
Warnings: Yaoi, shonen-ai, non-con to a degree, violence.
Pairings: AizenIchimaru, KyourakuUkitake, mentions of ByakuyaHisana.
Notes: Yay chapter 2! Thanks to everyone for encouraging me and my love for AizenGin-ness. It's an addiction, I know. This chapter is written in such a way that there are smaller scenes but more of them, as opposed to large scenes but a fewer number. I prefer the jump from one scene to another, but they're short so there's no long, drawn out irritance. -laughs- Plus, time moves quickly in this chapter. Bear with me as I've toyed with the dates of Byakuya and Ichimaru's inductions into captain-hood. Remember, this is AU.
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It was a sound most of Seireitei had become accustomed to hearing, Ukitake-taichou's hacking cough due to a sudden onslaught of his concealed illness. He was careful to be discreet about it but still, the white haired shinigami was noticed, whether he wanted it or not.
With his longtime friend beside him, Ukitake sat in the shade beneath an ornate umbrella, his mouth covered in a white cloth as he coughed into it, tucking it away clean, his sickness not as bad as it was on most days. His companion curled an arm around his waist and pulled him back against his chest, giving the thirteenth squad captain a cushy place to rest against.
"You don't have to coddle me, Shun. Someone may see us and think the worst."
The hat-toting shinigami smiled lazily and let his head fall back against the umbrella pole. "Let them think what they want, Jyuu-chan. We're all adults here, ne?"
"Nn, adults who should be spending their time doing more important things than just relaxing in the sunshine."
"I do more than just this, Shun. I've got a life outside of tea, you know."
The lecherous captain smirked and lifted an eyebrow in mock curiosity. "Like what?"
Ukitake rolled his eyes but stayed where he was, enjoying the man's warmth even though he knew he'd have to get up sometime. "I've been taking in the sights of Seireitei. Most notably, the works within the fifth division."
Shunsui's eyes opened fully this time as he slowly dipped his head so he could look his lover in the eye. There was no denying the desire for rumour and hearsay in the Gotei 13 and as a usually lazy, do-nothing, he had a penchant for it.
"What do you mean, Jyuu-chan? Is Sousuke up to something?"
"I'm not entirely sure. His records seem to be in order and his subordinates are happy. His fukutaichou in particular, seems inexplicably happy, even though he's only been serving in the squad for less than half a year."
The larger man rubbed at his chin before pecking the other on the temple, humming deep in his throat as he pondered the suggested oddities. "Hmm...That might not be 'up to something', Jyuu-chan. Maybe Sousuke's just settling everyone in the way they should be and the division's running smoothly."
The low groan from Kyouraku wasn't lost on the smaller of the two, his lips curling into a knowing smile as Ukitake suddenly sat back upright and brushed the tiny blades of grass from his haori. They had only been in the garden for about two hours and already, Ukitake's bones had begun to ache.
"I'm going to head back to the squad house. Kaien said he's got something important to tell me and he was slightly put off by having to wait until after 'Taichou's tea-time'. Hopefully, we're not finished with this discussion?"
Shunsui blinked but smiled anyway, waving the other off. "Nah. It'll come up again, I'm sure." He waved at the air above himself. "Take the umbrella with you, Jyuu. I can't have you getting a sunburn now, can I?"
"But what will you use then-"
A light snore was his only answer as the eighth division captain had apparently fallen into a light sleep, the speed of which amazed the slimmer man as it had for the larger part of the last thousand years.
"Still as romantic as always. And just as ignorant of everything around us."
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"Have you seen how beautiful she looks when she smiles, Gin?" A beat. "Ginyanote."
The silver haired fukutaichou snapped to attention, having been watching Kuchiki Hisana as she walked carefully towards her home, her smile flawless even through her constant fatigue. She waved slowly at the pair, proud to live in a society where people were protected by such gallant men, even giving a light giggle when Ichimaru waved back.
"I never noticed before, Taichou. 'Sides, she's a Kuchiki. That means she's off limits, ne?"
Aizen chuckled as he nodded, following the woman's frail form as she disappeared into the estate, no doubt to lie down as she had searched all night and well into the day for her beloved sister.
"Looks like she's wearin' herself pretty thin doin' all that wanderin'. I wonder if Kuchiki-dono's noticed it yet."
"He most likely has, Gin. Don't forget that they're a married couple. Her health is as important to Kuchiki-san as his own. Don't worry about her."
The smaller shinigami smiled broadly as he peered at his captain, a sideways glance that suggested his mischievous nature.
"I'm not worried about her, Taichou. I'm curious about how much longer she's gonna live. Her reiatsu's almost gone as it is."
"I noticed that as well. Hopefully, she'll live long enough to provide the clan with an heir. If not, I'm sure Kuchiki-san will figure something out."
Ichimaru snickered quietly, his eyes still closed as they had been ever since that day in Aizen's bed, grinning almost stupidly at every little thing. He still hadn't seen himself in a mirror since then and he constantly relied on Matsumoto to tell him if his hair was neat or if he had forgotten to brush it at all.
"Kuchiki-dono's gonna get a rude awakenin', ne?"
The fifth captain gave a tiny smile of his own and stood up, turning his back on his subordinate but not for any particular reason.
"Life's just as cruel in Seireitei as it is in Rukongai, Ginyanote. Kuchiki-kun may be nobility now, but not even she can escape the inevitable when her time comes."
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It had been decided that Byakuya would join the Gotei 13 whenever he deemed himself worthy of the post and Genryuusai-soutaichou approved it. As time would have it, he was inducted into the ranks a month after his dear wife passed away. At the memorial service, the day before his first day as sixth squad captain and just short of a month after Hisana's death, the fifth squad captain and vice captain stood together, both of them offering their condolences to the nobleman as he approached, the tiny smile on Aizen's face obvious as the dark haired mourner walked away.
Ichimaru had seen it and he frowned, not wanting to seem happy over the woman's death but secretly, he was just as smug as his taichou, having predicted her demise that day. Some places though, he mused, it just wasn't polite to smile.
"Naa, Taichou? Who's gonna be Kuchiki-taichou's fukutaichou? He's gotta choose out of a bunch of academy recruits, ne?" Ichimaru asked as they left the Kuchiki clan's memorial hall and padded towards the road. "Like how you chose me?"
The elder man smiled, his eyes closed much like Gin's, his haori flowing about his large form in the afternoon breeze.
"Five weeks ago we gained three new recruits in the lower ranks, remember?"
The slim vice captain blinked and looked as if he were trying to remember. "The three that we saved in the living world that day?" Aizen nodded. "Aa, I remember. Hinamori, Kira and Abarai."
"The red haired one, Abarai Renji, was transferred to the eleventh squad last week. He was...less than useful. His attitude and penchant for disobedience called for a division change. Zaraki was glad to take him in."
"What does this have to do with Kuchiki-taichou?"
"He requested that after a month of serving in the eleventh squad, Abarai-kun be sent to him. He wanted the boy to be disciplined by a fool before he's taken in by a nobleman and taught the proper way to behave."
Ichimaru blinked but smiled anyway, forgetting to keep his eyes closed and catching himself on the last flutter, turning his head slightly to keep his gaze from the other man.
"And the others?"
"Hinamori-kun and Kira-kun are most interesting, Gin. In my opinion, they would both make very loyal vice captains to a pair of captains with supreme dominance in mind."
Having been corrupted by Aizen for long enough and only still worried about the words mentioned when his eyes were seen, the fifth division fukutaichou grinned and leaned over for a brief kiss, then disappeared as he hurried to his captain's home, knowing that when the man was this excited, his schedule had better be cleared for the night.
Behind him, Aizen heard a light cough and turned to see Ukitake watching him carefully, the white haired man's lover standing beside him. While never actually in the same class, the bespectacled captain was a graduate of the shinigami academy from nearly the same century as them, so by all recollections, he was a classmate, regardless of the time gap.
The ill taichou wiped his mouth demurely and tucked his cloth back into a hidden pocket, standing up straight and gifting Aizen with a bright smile, his eyes smiling just as broadly.
"He's lovely, Sousuke. Tell me you're not taking him just yet."
"As if it's any of your business, Jyuushirou. Certainly, you're not one to single me out because of my sexual preference. It's no secret that Shunsui and yourself are lovers."
"Yare, yare, Sou. No need to be so up front. Jyuu-chan and I are just friends with benefits."
The formal captain smiled, his eyes closing from the width of it, turning away as he started off towards home for a second time, going slowly as if expecting his comrades to continue on for a little while longer.
"He's no child, Sousuke, but he's a lot more delicate than you think he is. He's frail mentally, if not physically."
Aizen turned then, glaring over his shoulder at the offending thirteenth squad captain, the eighth captain staring from one man to the other, seemingly out of place in the stiff standoff.
"What are you suggesting, Jyuushirou?"
"That your methods of leadership resemble corruption more than camaraderie."
The tall shinigami chuckled, a deep sound that could easily soothe some and frighten others. He was amused by the idea that his fellow captains thought he was crooked, but in truth, it didn't matter to him. Where there was power, there was corruption. He stepped away from the pair into the gateway that would lead him to the outer street, hanging back only to give them a few parting words before following his subordinate's suit and heading home.
"Who among us isn't corrupt, Jyuushirou?" A laugh. "We're all dirtied in some way. Don't make me tell you again why you're too proud. Pride is a weakness after all and you hardly need anymore of those."
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Eleven months passed and little else happened between Aizen and Ukitake, no more arguments over Ichimaru's division upbringing and no more comments on the thirteenth captain's illness. If good grace had been on Sousuke's side, things would have continued as they were, but incidentally, his young fukutaichou was more trouble than he proved to be worth. Especially when it came to being obedient. Loyalty and devotion aside, Ichimaru played more than he obeyed.
Two days into the new week, the silver haired vice captain was called into his squad office and had the door slammed behind himself, bright eyes turning to regard his captain with a wickedly sour frown on his face. He barely had time to move and caught the brunt of his captain's hand across his face, throwing him to the floor, despite the fact that he was no longer a child who could be easily shoved aside.
“Aizen-taichou!”
“You keep silent, Ginyanote.”
The young shinigami blinked but stayed quiet, watching his captain with frightened eyes, a power in his own right but still fairly threatened by the elder man's power and ability to control him at will.
“Explain your whereabouts this morning to me, Gin. Leave nothing out.”
I-” He began, trying to think of the easiest, most hurt-free way of telling the man he had been disobedient. “-was out with Rangiku. I don't drink with her on Friday's anymore so I thought if I went out to breakfast with her and then came in on time, that it'd be okay.”
Aizen stepped back from the far side of his desk and grabbed the other by the throat, ignorant to the thin boned hands that wrapped around his wrists, trying to tug him off as Gin's air supply began to lessen. The fifth squad captain was furious, lividly so, disappointed in his subordinate after having told him expressly that dealings with his red haired friend were to be considered off limits, especially since she had become so close to the tenth division's captain. Hitsugaya, though small in size, was a person Aizen wished to remain on good terms with, if only for personal gain in the eventual future.
“So disobeying me and purposely going out with that tramp is all right? Even though I told you she was to mean nothing to you anymore?”
Ichimaru spoke around the man's tight grasp, whispering his words and even squeaking for a second as Aizen tightened his grip. “Hai...Taichou...”
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Matsumoto was quite put out when she received a formal letter from Aizen the next morning, describing Ichimaru's condition and why he had to remain in the fourth division's hospital and wasn't allowed visitors. It also forbid her from associating with him again and explained that should she ignore his mandate, he'd have no choice but to report her for insubordination and ignorance of a captain's order. Odd, she thought, though she worried more for her friend's sake than her own.
On the bottom of the letter was a line written aside so she would notice it by itself, indicating that Gin's injuries were self inflicted due to a confrontation he had the previous morning with a fellow vice captain.
Rangiku's blood ran cold and she viciously tore the paper to shreds, knowing that she would have to obey the elder man's orders or face the wrath of the soutaichou and Central 46. She knew Aizen referred to her meeting with the silver haired shinigami and it pained her to know that had he not ignored his captain's order, and then told her he knew he was being bad, he wouldn't have been hurt. She had heard of extreme discipline between captains and their vice captains but she was truly afraid for her friend's life.
In his hospital bed, haunted by the medic squad and swatting them away out of slight anger and frustration, Ichimaru rolled onto his side and curled up, the blanket tucked up to his ear to keep out both the light and the young shinigami who insisted on trying to brush his hair for him, a small mirror held in her healing hands.
All the young fukutaichou wanted was silence, the chance to think on what had transpired and to avoid the shining device the girl held, unable to look into it. He couldn't tell her why and with a slight huff, she left him alone, grumbling about the man's odd behaviour.
Gin closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears from falling but couldn't, the salty liquid stinging the cuts he had received on his cheeks. It was a rewarding pain, one that reminded of just how human he truly was. It compounded with the pains in his lower body as well, those reminding him just how much his captain cared for him.
At the window, Aizen watched with a smile.
“You're a good boy, Ginyanote. You'll behave for me now, won't you?”
Warnings: Yaoi, shonen-ai, non-con to a degree, violence.
Pairings: AizenIchimaru, KyourakuUkitake, mentions of ByakuyaHisana.
Notes: Yay chapter 2! Thanks to everyone for encouraging me and my love for AizenGin-ness. It's an addiction, I know. This chapter is written in such a way that there are smaller scenes but more of them, as opposed to large scenes but a fewer number. I prefer the jump from one scene to another, but they're short so there's no long, drawn out irritance. -laughs- Plus, time moves quickly in this chapter. Bear with me as I've toyed with the dates of Byakuya and Ichimaru's inductions into captain-hood. Remember, this is AU.
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It was a sound most of Seireitei had become accustomed to hearing, Ukitake-taichou's hacking cough due to a sudden onslaught of his concealed illness. He was careful to be discreet about it but still, the white haired shinigami was noticed, whether he wanted it or not.
With his longtime friend beside him, Ukitake sat in the shade beneath an ornate umbrella, his mouth covered in a white cloth as he coughed into it, tucking it away clean, his sickness not as bad as it was on most days. His companion curled an arm around his waist and pulled him back against his chest, giving the thirteenth squad captain a cushy place to rest against.
"You don't have to coddle me, Shun. Someone may see us and think the worst."
The hat-toting shinigami smiled lazily and let his head fall back against the umbrella pole. "Let them think what they want, Jyuu-chan. We're all adults here, ne?"
"Nn, adults who should be spending their time doing more important things than just relaxing in the sunshine."
"I do more than just this, Shun. I've got a life outside of tea, you know."
The lecherous captain smirked and lifted an eyebrow in mock curiosity. "Like what?"
Ukitake rolled his eyes but stayed where he was, enjoying the man's warmth even though he knew he'd have to get up sometime. "I've been taking in the sights of Seireitei. Most notably, the works within the fifth division."
Shunsui's eyes opened fully this time as he slowly dipped his head so he could look his lover in the eye. There was no denying the desire for rumour and hearsay in the Gotei 13 and as a usually lazy, do-nothing, he had a penchant for it.
"What do you mean, Jyuu-chan? Is Sousuke up to something?"
"I'm not entirely sure. His records seem to be in order and his subordinates are happy. His fukutaichou in particular, seems inexplicably happy, even though he's only been serving in the squad for less than half a year."
The larger man rubbed at his chin before pecking the other on the temple, humming deep in his throat as he pondered the suggested oddities. "Hmm...That might not be 'up to something', Jyuu-chan. Maybe Sousuke's just settling everyone in the way they should be and the division's running smoothly."
The low groan from Kyouraku wasn't lost on the smaller of the two, his lips curling into a knowing smile as Ukitake suddenly sat back upright and brushed the tiny blades of grass from his haori. They had only been in the garden for about two hours and already, Ukitake's bones had begun to ache.
"I'm going to head back to the squad house. Kaien said he's got something important to tell me and he was slightly put off by having to wait until after 'Taichou's tea-time'. Hopefully, we're not finished with this discussion?"
Shunsui blinked but smiled anyway, waving the other off. "Nah. It'll come up again, I'm sure." He waved at the air above himself. "Take the umbrella with you, Jyuu. I can't have you getting a sunburn now, can I?"
"But what will you use then-"
A light snore was his only answer as the eighth division captain had apparently fallen into a light sleep, the speed of which amazed the slimmer man as it had for the larger part of the last thousand years.
"Still as romantic as always. And just as ignorant of everything around us."
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"Have you seen how beautiful she looks when she smiles, Gin?" A beat. "Ginyanote."
The silver haired fukutaichou snapped to attention, having been watching Kuchiki Hisana as she walked carefully towards her home, her smile flawless even through her constant fatigue. She waved slowly at the pair, proud to live in a society where people were protected by such gallant men, even giving a light giggle when Ichimaru waved back.
"I never noticed before, Taichou. 'Sides, she's a Kuchiki. That means she's off limits, ne?"
Aizen chuckled as he nodded, following the woman's frail form as she disappeared into the estate, no doubt to lie down as she had searched all night and well into the day for her beloved sister.
"Looks like she's wearin' herself pretty thin doin' all that wanderin'. I wonder if Kuchiki-dono's noticed it yet."
"He most likely has, Gin. Don't forget that they're a married couple. Her health is as important to Kuchiki-san as his own. Don't worry about her."
The smaller shinigami smiled broadly as he peered at his captain, a sideways glance that suggested his mischievous nature.
"I'm not worried about her, Taichou. I'm curious about how much longer she's gonna live. Her reiatsu's almost gone as it is."
"I noticed that as well. Hopefully, she'll live long enough to provide the clan with an heir. If not, I'm sure Kuchiki-san will figure something out."
Ichimaru snickered quietly, his eyes still closed as they had been ever since that day in Aizen's bed, grinning almost stupidly at every little thing. He still hadn't seen himself in a mirror since then and he constantly relied on Matsumoto to tell him if his hair was neat or if he had forgotten to brush it at all.
"Kuchiki-dono's gonna get a rude awakenin', ne?"
The fifth captain gave a tiny smile of his own and stood up, turning his back on his subordinate but not for any particular reason.
"Life's just as cruel in Seireitei as it is in Rukongai, Ginyanote. Kuchiki-kun may be nobility now, but not even she can escape the inevitable when her time comes."
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It had been decided that Byakuya would join the Gotei 13 whenever he deemed himself worthy of the post and Genryuusai-soutaichou approved it. As time would have it, he was inducted into the ranks a month after his dear wife passed away. At the memorial service, the day before his first day as sixth squad captain and just short of a month after Hisana's death, the fifth squad captain and vice captain stood together, both of them offering their condolences to the nobleman as he approached, the tiny smile on Aizen's face obvious as the dark haired mourner walked away.
Ichimaru had seen it and he frowned, not wanting to seem happy over the woman's death but secretly, he was just as smug as his taichou, having predicted her demise that day. Some places though, he mused, it just wasn't polite to smile.
"Naa, Taichou? Who's gonna be Kuchiki-taichou's fukutaichou? He's gotta choose out of a bunch of academy recruits, ne?" Ichimaru asked as they left the Kuchiki clan's memorial hall and padded towards the road. "Like how you chose me?"
The elder man smiled, his eyes closed much like Gin's, his haori flowing about his large form in the afternoon breeze.
"Five weeks ago we gained three new recruits in the lower ranks, remember?"
The slim vice captain blinked and looked as if he were trying to remember. "The three that we saved in the living world that day?" Aizen nodded. "Aa, I remember. Hinamori, Kira and Abarai."
"The red haired one, Abarai Renji, was transferred to the eleventh squad last week. He was...less than useful. His attitude and penchant for disobedience called for a division change. Zaraki was glad to take him in."
"What does this have to do with Kuchiki-taichou?"
"He requested that after a month of serving in the eleventh squad, Abarai-kun be sent to him. He wanted the boy to be disciplined by a fool before he's taken in by a nobleman and taught the proper way to behave."
Ichimaru blinked but smiled anyway, forgetting to keep his eyes closed and catching himself on the last flutter, turning his head slightly to keep his gaze from the other man.
"And the others?"
"Hinamori-kun and Kira-kun are most interesting, Gin. In my opinion, they would both make very loyal vice captains to a pair of captains with supreme dominance in mind."
Having been corrupted by Aizen for long enough and only still worried about the words mentioned when his eyes were seen, the fifth division fukutaichou grinned and leaned over for a brief kiss, then disappeared as he hurried to his captain's home, knowing that when the man was this excited, his schedule had better be cleared for the night.
Behind him, Aizen heard a light cough and turned to see Ukitake watching him carefully, the white haired man's lover standing beside him. While never actually in the same class, the bespectacled captain was a graduate of the shinigami academy from nearly the same century as them, so by all recollections, he was a classmate, regardless of the time gap.
The ill taichou wiped his mouth demurely and tucked his cloth back into a hidden pocket, standing up straight and gifting Aizen with a bright smile, his eyes smiling just as broadly.
"He's lovely, Sousuke. Tell me you're not taking him just yet."
"As if it's any of your business, Jyuushirou. Certainly, you're not one to single me out because of my sexual preference. It's no secret that Shunsui and yourself are lovers."
"Yare, yare, Sou. No need to be so up front. Jyuu-chan and I are just friends with benefits."
The formal captain smiled, his eyes closing from the width of it, turning away as he started off towards home for a second time, going slowly as if expecting his comrades to continue on for a little while longer.
"He's no child, Sousuke, but he's a lot more delicate than you think he is. He's frail mentally, if not physically."
Aizen turned then, glaring over his shoulder at the offending thirteenth squad captain, the eighth captain staring from one man to the other, seemingly out of place in the stiff standoff.
"What are you suggesting, Jyuushirou?"
"That your methods of leadership resemble corruption more than camaraderie."
The tall shinigami chuckled, a deep sound that could easily soothe some and frighten others. He was amused by the idea that his fellow captains thought he was crooked, but in truth, it didn't matter to him. Where there was power, there was corruption. He stepped away from the pair into the gateway that would lead him to the outer street, hanging back only to give them a few parting words before following his subordinate's suit and heading home.
"Who among us isn't corrupt, Jyuushirou?" A laugh. "We're all dirtied in some way. Don't make me tell you again why you're too proud. Pride is a weakness after all and you hardly need anymore of those."
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Eleven months passed and little else happened between Aizen and Ukitake, no more arguments over Ichimaru's division upbringing and no more comments on the thirteenth captain's illness. If good grace had been on Sousuke's side, things would have continued as they were, but incidentally, his young fukutaichou was more trouble than he proved to be worth. Especially when it came to being obedient. Loyalty and devotion aside, Ichimaru played more than he obeyed.
Two days into the new week, the silver haired vice captain was called into his squad office and had the door slammed behind himself, bright eyes turning to regard his captain with a wickedly sour frown on his face. He barely had time to move and caught the brunt of his captain's hand across his face, throwing him to the floor, despite the fact that he was no longer a child who could be easily shoved aside.
“Aizen-taichou!”
“You keep silent, Ginyanote.”
The young shinigami blinked but stayed quiet, watching his captain with frightened eyes, a power in his own right but still fairly threatened by the elder man's power and ability to control him at will.
“Explain your whereabouts this morning to me, Gin. Leave nothing out.”
I-” He began, trying to think of the easiest, most hurt-free way of telling the man he had been disobedient. “-was out with Rangiku. I don't drink with her on Friday's anymore so I thought if I went out to breakfast with her and then came in on time, that it'd be okay.”
Aizen stepped back from the far side of his desk and grabbed the other by the throat, ignorant to the thin boned hands that wrapped around his wrists, trying to tug him off as Gin's air supply began to lessen. The fifth squad captain was furious, lividly so, disappointed in his subordinate after having told him expressly that dealings with his red haired friend were to be considered off limits, especially since she had become so close to the tenth division's captain. Hitsugaya, though small in size, was a person Aizen wished to remain on good terms with, if only for personal gain in the eventual future.
“So disobeying me and purposely going out with that tramp is all right? Even though I told you she was to mean nothing to you anymore?”
Ichimaru spoke around the man's tight grasp, whispering his words and even squeaking for a second as Aizen tightened his grip. “Hai...Taichou...”
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Matsumoto was quite put out when she received a formal letter from Aizen the next morning, describing Ichimaru's condition and why he had to remain in the fourth division's hospital and wasn't allowed visitors. It also forbid her from associating with him again and explained that should she ignore his mandate, he'd have no choice but to report her for insubordination and ignorance of a captain's order. Odd, she thought, though she worried more for her friend's sake than her own.
On the bottom of the letter was a line written aside so she would notice it by itself, indicating that Gin's injuries were self inflicted due to a confrontation he had the previous morning with a fellow vice captain.
Rangiku's blood ran cold and she viciously tore the paper to shreds, knowing that she would have to obey the elder man's orders or face the wrath of the soutaichou and Central 46. She knew Aizen referred to her meeting with the silver haired shinigami and it pained her to know that had he not ignored his captain's order, and then told her he knew he was being bad, he wouldn't have been hurt. She had heard of extreme discipline between captains and their vice captains but she was truly afraid for her friend's life.
In his hospital bed, haunted by the medic squad and swatting them away out of slight anger and frustration, Ichimaru rolled onto his side and curled up, the blanket tucked up to his ear to keep out both the light and the young shinigami who insisted on trying to brush his hair for him, a small mirror held in her healing hands.
All the young fukutaichou wanted was silence, the chance to think on what had transpired and to avoid the shining device the girl held, unable to look into it. He couldn't tell her why and with a slight huff, she left him alone, grumbling about the man's odd behaviour.
Gin closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears from falling but couldn't, the salty liquid stinging the cuts he had received on his cheeks. It was a rewarding pain, one that reminded of just how human he truly was. It compounded with the pains in his lower body as well, those reminding him just how much his captain cared for him.
At the window, Aizen watched with a smile.
“You're a good boy, Ginyanote. You'll behave for me now, won't you?”
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