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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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And yet...
Okita Souji knew that it was only a veneer that he had forced himself to take on. He knew Hijikata since the Shieikan days, and while he had always been a bit of a brute, Okita knew that it had always been a sort of an act.
Now, however...
Hijikata was right. What had he been angry about? He was still for a few moments, the older man's large, intimidating presence had the ability to neutralize the fangs of the wolf, even his own.
But...
Why wasn't he surprised at Okita's drastic change in state? Why hadn't he raised an eyebrow?
Perhaps this was an imposter?
No... Okita's sharpened sense of smell could pick up the scent of tobacco and autumn leaves, the way Hijikata had always smelt...this was him.
The doubt fading away quickly, the hollow simply shook his head, his voice coming out through the mask as a growl. The anger was creeping up behind him, dark and uncomprehending, and Okita didn't know why. Was it the pain? The death? Had he really died? Why was the pain gone?
Who was the one who caused it? Did he remember...?
Ah...yes....
"Aizen..." The name almost enraged him all over again as it spilled from his lips in an almost feral snarl. "He killed me. And I became...this.</i?" He had no idea what his current form was, but it disturbed him enough to be confused, lost, and for some reason, furious.