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paixaorpg2007-01-17 09:19 pm
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Entry tags:
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.
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.
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It could be counted as his greatest invention, that little stone. It could also be considered the most dangerous. He knew the limitations (or rather, the lack thereof) of his invention. Held in the wrong hands (which it was currently residing in), it could cause terrible destruction.
Luckily, the other man hadn't gotten his hands on Kisuke's notes. Well, it would be hard to anyway. Urahara had left behind notes in the Soul Society, oh yes. But they were a total decoy. Not a single word of any of those notes held a word of truth. So even if the other man had gotten to them somehow, well... he'd be in a world of frustration.
Smirking lightly, Kisuke adjusted his stance, falling into a defensive stance. He wore, suddenly, a cloak of feigned nonchalance. There was no need to show his anger, at least not anymore. Aizen knew, he knew, so what else was there?