http://godmodd.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] godmodd.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-06-20 11:44 am

And Then They Were Five [Completed]

Character(s): Hinamori Momo, Ulquiorra, Okita Souji, Aizen Sousuke
Content: Aizen has found three interesting people and provides shelter for the night and information.
Setting: Matteus Museum of Art
Time: Late Sunday night
Warnings: The slimy sticky feeling of Aizen's evilness and plottings... You may need a shower.

He had never been a fan of the trains, especially when he easily had shunpo at his command, but Aizen truly doubted that some of their group could follow at such a speed. The ride was uneventful as expected and rather quite. All for the better then.

Aizen returned to find that that the museum laid the same way he left it, quiet and empty. He was a little curious as to where Ichimaru may be but he certainly hadn’t the time to look for the shinigami. Gin tended to wander from time and Aizen certainly was not his mother.

With head high as usual, Aizen led the other three into the lobby of the museum. “Welcome to the Matteus Museum of Art.” He turned to the trio. “Do any of you have any questions before I show you your rooms? I highly doubt anyone else is here tonight but that is only because I am not quite sure where Ichimaru has gone to.”

He was quite sure all three would be curious about Paixao and of course who else may be around. They were only lucky that Aizen had found them so soon.

[identity profile] tensai-okita01.livejournal.com 2006-07-13 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I know of what is wrong, Okita-kun. Do you want me to rid you of that problem?"

Okita froze at the hand on his shoulder, although it was more at Aizen's words than his touch. How had he known--? The words I'm fine died on his lips even as he considered the possibilitiees. Aizen and the others were clearly from a different world than he was, and those words, spoken in such confidence...

Did he really have the cure?

He frowned slightly as he swallowed once more, trying to dissipate the taste of blood that lingered in his mouth almost mockingly. The prospect of allowing the other man to take the disease away was extremely tempting; at least he didn't have to worry about it anymore...

But could the Miburo trust Aizen? He knew he was going to die soon; diseases like this took only a year - or sometimes less - to claim a life, and Okita fully intended to go down like a samurai. If Aizen had a way to get rid of it, then Okita would accept, even though that would put him much deeper in the other man's debt.

If Aizen got rid of it, then Okita Souji would not worry about the next time the attack came anymore.

Finally, the young samurai nodded, lavender eyes meeting his squarely. "I will be very grateful for the favor, Aizen-san."