#aizensousuke

君を食らうのはすべてが終わった後でいい

Muken was more than simple darkness; from the moment she emerged from the tower, it was a void that tugged at her, sought to draw her closer. Somehow the bold colors on her obi seemed dulled within its confines, and even her okobo were muffled as she made her way towards its solitary prisoner. It was, in her mind, a dreadfully dull place. And yet Aizen Sousuke seemed right at home.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she drawled, allowing a hint of mockery to creep into her voice. “That uniform is rather drab.” But of course, that wasn’t why she was here. Narrowing her eyes, Shutara reached forward, extending a long, thin arm across the empty expanse between them. Her fingers found his jaw, and she forced his chin up.

“I don’t appreciate being left to clean up your mess, Sousuke.” The Ōken was a specialty of hers. When she created the spell to embed the key into their bones, they destroyed every physical copy along with the records detailing how to create them. But now there was no telling what kind of paper trail his research had left in its wake, no telling where he might have hidden away notes for others to stumble upon. It grated her. Even more so when he never lost that look of smug amusement. Her nails dug into his cheeks. 

“Don’t get in a flap about it, Kurosaki Ichigo.”

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(( Did you mean: Episodes 292 - 293 of Bleach? ))