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paixaorpg2006-07-15 09:56 am
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Aizen's Baking [Completed]
Character(s): Aizen and Okita
Content: Aizen decides that he shall heal Okita's deadly illness in a very profitable manner for himself: arrankar making.
Setting: Deep in the basement of Matteus Museum of Art
Time: In the wee early hours of Monday morning
Warnings: Some shanking, hollowness, evil... ya know. That bit.
Lady Luck, thank you yet again. She had given Aizen yet another blessing this day: one that consisted of the naïve, malleable, and of sickness. The sound of woven sandals echoed down the dark hallway. The museum was absolutely massive and therefore the ground beneath it would be equally as large.
Soon enough, however, the long corridor opened up into an extremely large space. With two claps, it was instantly lit. Human technology was amazing, you know.
The light revealed an extremely large room with almost infinite bounds. It was very plain and there was not decoration to it whatsoever. But there was, however, something peculiar in the center of the room: a large, round hole whose bottom could not be seen through the darkness.
Aizen turned from the doorway to a door in the wall a few feet away to the right. He slid it open silently. Within were a few odd items and a switch on the wall. He flipped the switch and the sound of air passing soon was heard in the room. He then took a crimson glove with a skull on it from a shelf and closed the door once again.
The shinigami made his way to Okita while slipping on the glove. “Are you ready to start, Okita-kun?”
Content: Aizen decides that he shall heal Okita's deadly illness in a very profitable manner for himself: arrankar making.
Setting: Deep in the basement of Matteus Museum of Art
Time: In the wee early hours of Monday morning
Warnings: Some shanking, hollowness, evil... ya know. That bit.
Lady Luck, thank you yet again. She had given Aizen yet another blessing this day: one that consisted of the naïve, malleable, and of sickness. The sound of woven sandals echoed down the dark hallway. The museum was absolutely massive and therefore the ground beneath it would be equally as large.
Soon enough, however, the long corridor opened up into an extremely large space. With two claps, it was instantly lit. Human technology was amazing, you know.
The light revealed an extremely large room with almost infinite bounds. It was very plain and there was not decoration to it whatsoever. But there was, however, something peculiar in the center of the room: a large, round hole whose bottom could not be seen through the darkness.
Aizen turned from the doorway to a door in the wall a few feet away to the right. He slid it open silently. Within were a few odd items and a switch on the wall. He flipped the switch and the sound of air passing soon was heard in the room. He then took a crimson glove with a skull on it from a shelf and closed the door once again.
The shinigami made his way to Okita while slipping on the glove. “Are you ready to start, Okita-kun?”
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With the glove securely on, Aizen continued, "Okita-kun, shinigami technology is an extremely unique kind, so I'll have to ask you to keep a cool head the whole time. There are numerous steps we must take and each one may seem very otherworldly to you. But you must remember this the whole time: nothing bad will happen to you while I am here."
Once thought about, everything Aizen said was true. Souji was sure to know nothing of the technology Urahara had created, nor will he know the functions or qualities of a konpaku. And Aizen surely wouldn't let anything wrong happen, therefore Okita was perfectly safe. ... Well, kind of.
"Now," Aizen put his un-gloved hand on Okita's shoulder. "I will ask you to please remain calm." And with that, Aizen instantly thrust his gloved hand through Okita's skull... at least his bodily one. The soul of Okita, however, was forced out behind him and the body fell limply to the ground but was still connected to the soul with the Chain of Fate.
"Are you alright, Okita-kun?"
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What the...!!!
Forcing his soul out of his body? Okita had to take a moment to digest that, even as he stared down at the strange chain on his chest that linked him to his body.
His body. It sounded so bizarre. Aizen had mentioned that the techniques were otherworldly, and he was beginning to believe it. Why was his soul out of his body? And why was there a chain?
Getting to his feet, Okita stared at him, incredulous. "What's this for, Aizen-san?"
So many questions were whirling through his head, but this time, he trusted the other man; he had no choice. This was all too alien to him, and he struggled to try to understand. Alarm bells were already setting off in his head, but he ignored it. This was all part of the procedure, right?
Tugging at the chain experimentally as he watched his body fall, the Miburo frowned. "And what's this?"