http://crushed-ocular.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] crushed-ocular.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-06-15 04:02 pm

Heads.... or rather, eyes roll. [Complete]

Character(s): Hinamori Momo, Ulquiorra, Okita Souji, and Aizen Sousuke
Content: A meeting at the gate.
Setting: Niflheim Gate [G10]
Time: Sunday night
Warnings: The angst meter might break. Maybe.


Trash. The entire city was trash. As the blonde haired, blue eyed citizens walked by, Ulquiorra snorted, disgusted. They were all the same. Weak, powerless, mindless.

Pawns, if anything.

Aizen-sama would appreciate the mindlessness of the people. They'd be useful, at least to the brown haired shinigami turncoat. Ulquiorra, on the other hand, shuddered to think that they'd be around him if they somehow worked into the plans. Eugh. These ingrates were worse than Yami and Wyce.

But enough about the people. It was the city itself that was bothersome. Domes covered it, but somehow, there was a moon. The buildings looked like something right out of the Victorian age, but somehow, the black haired Arrankar didn't think that particular era existed in this place. He looked down at the silver compact he had been given at that stupid gate. Reminded him of the laptops they used in the human world. It was smaller and thinner, though. The annoying man had told him it was a journal. Hn. Ulquiorra had no use for such things. It was just more trash.

A frustrated sigh escaped the normally composed Arrankar. He needed to find Aizen-sama, as he was sure the man was here. The other had disappeared somewhere, and the green-eyed Hollow turned Shinigami felt a presence that matched Aizen's. Powerful, invigorating, god-like. Yet, that would have to wait. He didn't particularly want to go searching for the other man at night, even if his eyesight was better than normal. The Arrankar still had a big chance of getting lost, and that was the last thing he wanted. May as well settle down.

So, he settled gracefully under a nearby tree (which didn't really feel like a normal tree at all), waiting for dawn.

If it came in this filthy place.

[identity profile] aizenloveslave.livejournal.com 2006-06-17 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
As Aizen spoke to him, Hinamori peered at Ulquiorra almost as though she was truly seeing him for the first time. Her eyes widened, surprised. She had been at least debriefed on the current situation when she'd woken up; once she'd taken the time to really look, it didn't take long to piece the facts together. A companion of Aizen, with the remnants of a mask -

She'd barely had the chance to absorb this knowledge when she found herself face-to-face with Aizen. Any nerves she may have had were put to rest as she gazed into his eyes, finding peace within her heart the like of which she couldn't imagine herself feeling with anyone else.

At his words, still so gentle and warm even now, she felt some of the weight she'd been carrying wash away without a trace. A faint smile crept onto the vice-captain's pale face, the closest to a true smile she'd shown since she'd awoken.

That's right. There had to have been a good reason. She'd been right all along, hadn't she? He hadn't really wanted to hurt her. How could he have? He was Aizen after all; kind, loving Aizen. He wouldn't have done something like that if he hadn't had to.

Hinamori couldn't help feel the slightest pang of dissapointment as her captain stood back to his full height (no matter to her if he wasn't a part of Gotei 13 any longer - she couldn't think of him any other way; he would always be her captain). It took his words, however, to make her realize that the man who'd helped her was leaving. She'd gotten so wrapped up in Aizen that she hadn't even realized.

Her smile grew as Aizen's hand came to rest on her shoulder, some traces of her former vibrance leaking into it. "Yes, please -- I never got to thank you for earlier... I still don't even know your name, " she said quietly. Though her voice was still wavering with a fair deal of raw emotion laying just beneath the surface, there was a certain level of strength that hadn't been there a moment before.

She was surprised when she suddenly felt a trail of warm trickling down her cheek. Hinamori wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, and sure enough, it came back damp. When had she started tearing up?

[identity profile] tensai-okita01.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[[ooc: Oh dear! I am so sorry! ^^;; I haven't really read Bleach, and so I took the description from the icon...^^; ]

Okita was about to respond to the taller man's words when the young woman - Hinamori, from what he deduced from the other man's words to her- was...crying?

Had he offended her in some way?

Quite unused to dealing with crying girls, his eyes widened in alarm as he hurriedly tried to console her, racking his brain to try to figure out just what he'd done to make her cry. There were very few things that could faze a miburo, and a weeping woman was right at the top of his list.

"Miss, uh, have I hurt you? My apologies if I had; and of course, you can call me Souji! Please don't cry...!"

[identity profile] aizenloveslave.livejournal.com 2006-06-18 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Hinamori felt a faint, embarassed blush creep across her pale cheeks, her own eyes widening slightly as her tears were called to attention. "Oh, no no, " she said quickly, wiping more furiously to try and rid herself of the tears that had begun brimming there. "You didn't do anything at all, Souji-san! I just, um... "

She chewed her lip thoughtfully, scrounging for the proper words. "I'm just... really grateful to see Captain Aizen again, " was what she settled on, her lips curling upwards again in that same faint smile. It was more complex than that, but that summed it up well enough.