http://sandalxhat.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sandalxhat.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-01-17 09:19 pm

Passive-Aggressive

Characters: Aizen Sousuke and Urahara Kisuke
Content: Aizen and Kisuke finally confront each other, issues are ironed out with flashing blades.
Setting: Around Joutenheim.
Time: Afternoon-evening.
Warnings: Violence and possible bad language. Also MASSIVE spoilers to anyone who hasn't read Bleach.

It felt odd, being face to face with a former comrade. On some level, it felt wrong to be fighting like this, when divisions were supposed to fight side by side. Strange also, since they were both outcasts of the same thing they had fought for.

In a way, many could count them to be cut from the same cloth.

Although Urahara knew they were both of brilliant mind and excessive talent-- they were nothing like each other. Aizen manipulated to destroy, he burnt bridges without looking back. To him, death was impossible, something that would never touch his being. Kisuke had been accused of being rather manipulative, but it only strengthened those around him. He also knew death was inevitable and was willing to stare it directly in the eyes when it came.

He did not have regrets, not even for this.

A flat expression overtook his face, eyes shadowed and mouth drawn into a thin line. Benihime curled against his palm, thrumming with her own kind of energy. She was excited at the prospect of a real fight. It had been a long while since her last. Mentally, Kisuke shook his head at her childish exuberance, sort of wondering why she had stayed with him for so long. He had asked before, but had received no response.

Gray eyes flicked up, keeping close watch on every one of Aizen's movements. For now, the other man stood across from him, expression absurdly calm. There very well may have been a canyon between them, although there only lay a few dozen feet.

Thousands of things ran through his mind, some questions if he could've prevented this. No, no, no, no, no. It wasn't possible. Aizen had the perfect mind set to be the perfect enemy.

And maybe, it was better off this way.

[identity profile] godmodd.livejournal.com 2007-01-18 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Games.

Paixao was full of games, wasn't it? Perhaps this was fate's newest plan for him. Already it had proved to have been a gold mine of information. Not only were the properties of the city strange but it bore so many links to other worlds. But at this moment, only one world was of importance: the Soul Society.

The domed-city had formed an unknown bond between the realm of the dead and had achieved what was thought to be impossible. It had pulled beings of that world into itself without their consent or knowledge. Of course this bond seemed to have formed with Hueco Mundo and Earth as well. If it hadn't, Aizen would not have been in this particularly interesting situation at the moment.

Urahara Kisuke... previous captain of the Twelfth Division. It was fascinating that fate had brought this man to his attention once again. Urahara was the only one who had succeeded developing the way to surpass all Shingami limits. Aizen had tried numerous times but each failed in their own way. But Urahara... oh no. He was a man to be respected. It was he who created the Hyougoku, Aizen's very prize.

A humming filled the air as Urahara entered the area. Aizen glanced down to where the shinigami's hand hovered over the hilt of his sword. Calmly, he looked up with a steady gaze and smirk upon his lips.

"I thought you wanted to speak to me, Kisuke, but I think Benihime has more to say."

[identity profile] godmodd.livejournal.com 2007-02-14 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ah yes. Urahara certainly hadn't changed over the years. The genius of a man always seemed to have a way with words and could, just like Aizen, slip into any mask of his choosing. But this of course would make the situation a little more difficult if Urahara chose to take such an aloof appearance.

Perhaps this would be as good of a time as any to clear his path. Urahara was yet another wall that now divided him and this new world, Paixao. He was the only man here who could guess what Aizen's plans were and worse, foil them. His plans were only beginning to roll, the pieces falling into their places. One person would not stop him.

"As I remember, you were always persistent, Kisuke." A hand drifted to the hilt of his zanpaktou, but Aizen did not draw it. Instead he rose a hand, palm facing Urahara. The ex-captain gathered and condensed the reiatsu into his hand, precisely marking the amount before he muttered, "Kidou 63, Raikouhou."

A simple spell to say the least, but at least things would begin.