#bleach posting

But surprise, he is found in the depths of Central 46 privet living space, isolated from the outside world. He is revealing himself to Hinamori, and to the audience, not only to be alive but to be the villain of the series. His gentle mask is gone, and a devious smile is plastered to his face.

When Renji says: You don't act like Captain Aizen I knew, he answers: Captain Aizen you thought you knew never existed in the first place - confirming that his gentle identity was fake, a mask he wore all these years for the Gotei as his audience.

Then in the beam of yellow Negatione, Aizen and the two followers of his get carried up by the Menos Grande to the sky - apotheosis.

End of the play.

So what is considered one of the biggest plot twist in the history of anime (Aizen's villain reveal) when read through the lens of a Noh play structure becomes expected outcome. But to see this, let me tell you more about Noh.

Noh (能, Nō) is a traditional theater form born in Japan (Muromachi Era, 1333-1573).

There are 2 actors in Noh: main actor, main protagonist (shite) + supporting actor (waki). The shite plays a double role: appearing first as a common human, and then as a ghost, demon, or god (kami) - the first role is known as the mae-shite and the later as the nochi-shite.

Only shite wears a mask.

The play has 2 parts, in first act waki meets shite but doesn't know their 'true' identity yet. Then shite returns off-stage through the bridge (hashigakari). And at the start of the second act the reveal takes place. The shite returns wearing a new mask, crossing the bridge again, which is a symbolic connection between the world of spirits and the world of the living (liminal space). And the new mask is a mask representing a true identity of the character: oh, this old lady was a kitsune demon - the waki finds out.

So as you can see, there is no real twist - the change of the identity is expected from the start by the audience that knows that structure, it is only the play character who is surprised, or who learns the secret.

And symbolically the very similar thing happens with Aizen. He is pretending, wearing a mask of the every-man, just to reveal himself to be something more than an average shinigami. He goes into hiding into his liminal space, the world of the spirits, and returns as a mastermind who has planned that all. Wearing a new mask - a mask of a god, who wants to stand above the heavens.

“He might be an adult in age, but he is still a kid deep inside… Uryu does the exact same thing” you tell her; maybe trying to console her, even though your words were also tinted in bitterness. 

You, for Uryu. Her, for Ichigo.  And them? Still playing video games. 

Orihime lets her back hit the floor, tangerine hair framing her face like Aphrodite herself. A micro short and a crop top is all she is wearing; no need for more… After all, it’s just you… she could be naked in front of her friend, and she wouldn’t care. 

Her forearm falls upon her eyes; in silence, she tries to cry. You know her very well to tell underneath her arm are tears sprouting. 

You sigh; you hate to see her cry… if you could hit -which you will- Ichigo to wake him up, you’d do it. 

Dragging your body, a little bit intoxicated, you huddle next to her. 

“Stop crying…” you whisper, brushing her hair back. You have always adored those orange locks… she is like a sun princess, knitting the hearts of everyone around. 

“I’m not -snif- crying” she lies, you can see the wetness of her tears coming from under his arm. 

Another sigh; this time painfully pitying her… such a beautiful woman suffering for a man? Pff! 

You jump on her; forcing in a playful way to uncover her freckled cheeks for you. Tickles on her tiny waist, tickles on her hips… what a beautiful body she has… 

“Stop!” Orihime laughs, still pouting and with reddish eyes from crying.

“Not until you stop crying…” you threaten her with more tickles.

Orihime sniffles and traps you with her arms. Your chest hits hers, pressing your breasts, squeezing female anatomy with strength and love. 

“Let’s stay this way for a little, please” she whispers; hugging you in the middle of the night, on the floor of your rented apartment. 

You nod, falling to the side to hug her from the right. Both press your foreheads one against the other, perhaps in such a way only women can understand… female rage, female pain, the sizes of your hearts, the things only you two have experienced until this silent night. 

Little by little, hers and your breathings synchronize. Heart beating also do, with your finger tips touching with hers. Both have eyes fixed on your hands that stand up, getting the red led light of your place to filter in between. 

“I hate this world sometimes…” she murmurs; real words coming from her juicy lips that maybe nobody but you, will ever listen to. 

“I hate it too, but as long as I have you in it… it’s fine with me” you whisper back, sincere and true. There are no lies, nor second intentions behind those words. 

Orihime smiles with her eyes closed, some tears still pooling by the corner of her lids. Such a beautiful smile, Inoue-san… 

When her eyes open again, you fix yours into her pumpkin ones. The sound of silence is way louder than any conversation… what happened through your minds in that exact moment, you don’t know… Because the next thing snatched all of your attention; her lips crashed against yours. 

At first; just a peck. Then another one. Tasted the waters, tasted the flavour of her cherry Chapstick, then it was time for the kiss to deepen.

Tongues twisting, in such delicacy only Venus’ daughters know how. Your hand slowly slides under her crop top until meeting with her swollen breasts. Your whole palm isn’t enough to grab one, but you still squeeze the same way… you’d lie if you said you didn’t want to feel the soft turgor of her bouncy chest every time you see them.

Orihime moans into your mouth when you concentrate your fingers around her growing nipple. She does the same, the knitting princess is desperate to feel your breasts as well. 

Both stop just for a second to sit properly; working at the same time to take off your tops, you reveal your nudity to each other. 

Pinkish nipples invite your lips to surround them. You gloat, ready to attack. Cupping her tit, you snake up until your tongue can taste the flavour of he skin. Knowing exactly how to suck and bite, you do. 

Orihime throws her head back, allowing her orange hair to rain on her tiny back. The neck exposed, her lips semi open, her hips fidgeting as she is kneeling down… what a sweet representation of female perfection. 

“Ngh…” she whines, making you shiver from your head to your toes. Not only this feels wrong, but it also the more it does, the more you want more of her. And Orihime, wants exactly the same… 

You help her stand up, never stopping the nipple sucking. When her bare foot are both on the ground, a simple swing allows her shorts to slowly slide off her hips down her ankles. 

You softly push her against the sofa, allowing her to sit down. Kneeling in between her legs, you slowly move her already dampened panties to the side. Your hands tremble; should you continue, your friendship could be destroyed… but can you stop? Absolutely no, specially because her nails have been brushing your hair back to keep it out of your face. 

“Can I?” you ask, your lips so close to her anatomy. You are sure it probably tastes as good as her skin smells. 

“Please, (Name)-san ~” she begs, desperate. Orihime’s heel lands delicately on the small of your back, leaving her inner thigh right next your face. 

You bite, of course, her thigh first. A mark you are secretly proud to leave there. Then, a peck on her core that makes both of you shiver and jolt… even with your lips barely covered in her sweet honeys, you prove your theory to be truth; there isn’t a better taste than hers. 

In a matter of seconds, Orihime becomes a mess of herself; your tongue gets crazy, spelling every word on this world around her folds. The more you do, the more she pulls from your hair, burying your face into her sex. 

“Nhg… (Name)-san, sto- stop please” Inoue pleads; tapping your head with soft little slaps. 

You do as she asks; what is happening to her? Perhaps she just realized how fucked up is to fuck your best friend…?

“I wanna taste you, too… please, don’t be the only one giving pleasure” she requests; of course, such a selfless person like Orihime couldn’t let this slip.

“I am pleased to give it all to you, Ori…” you are not lying, you are absolutely happy to eat her whole soul through her core. 

“No, no, no…” she shakes her head, helping you stand up. Orihime takes a swift look at your knees; no way they are getting hurt. “Please, lay down” she asks, sweetly but still with a hint of dominancy. 

You nod, absolutely in awe… looking at her full body naked, with dripping wetness that reaches her inner thighs and slides in droplets down her knees… her orange locks in savage mess, her cheeks blushed in complete lust, lips swollen from kissing… Ichigo, look what are you missing… she is all mine now. 

You do as she tells; laying on your back on the sofa, you wait for her next movement. And you wonder, that maybe, just maybe… you could love her at the same time she will. And, indeed, that’s exactly Orihime’s purpose. 

You receive her on top, in a perfect 69 position. Her ass all for you, your core, all for her. 

Your nails carve on the sides of her hips first, marking her a little more as the first kiss on your slit arrives. You tremble, your stomach spasms. She is so delicate; she is so accurate… the tip of her tongue touches your clit in such perfection you can’t help but whine loudly. 

“You like it?” she asks, shily. 

“Mor-more than that, Orihime-chan” you answer back, already spreading her ass cheeks to devour her again… 

Whole tongue you use to drink from her; going from her sex to her rear entrance at once. How can someone be that delicious? It’s almost addicting, her flavour will become your favourite drug… 

As she keeps sucking on you, and her breasts heavily land on your lower belly, you asphyxiate yourself with her ass cheeks on your face. Your tongue concentrates on her butthole, going around, up and down and sometimes in and out, rimming her so good her thighs can’t help but start shaking. 

“(Name)-chan, I… mnhgn… I can’t stop it…” she whines, letting you know she is about to come while muzzled by your own honeys and folds. 

You, can only nod and moan in response, as you are exactly close like her. 

There isn’t much you could do but to keep rimming her as she does the same to you, coming together like everything you’ve ever done together… climax hits so different when both exactly know how the other is feeling ~ 

“Should we do this again?” you ask, lying both naked in the aftermath. 

“Mh… if Rangiku brings more sake…” Orihime murmurs, curling a tuft of your hair in her index. 

“You want Rangiku to join us?!” You stand up, startled… after all Orihime might not be that innocent no more… 

“NO! well… wait-“