12Super short chapters, but I just feel like posting as I write. Mostly so I don't keep picking at it, and it will get done faster. I know people want to get to the "good stuff" asap.
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JB
THRUST
chapter 2
I'm sitting on the top of one of the red towers that litter Las Noches. I've been out here for hours, watching the fake horizon for predators that will never come, and occasionally, lesser arrancar who seem drawn like moths into the mirage of Aizen's fake sunlight.
Not me, though. It's all shit and I know it. Some twisted kind of reminder of the human world. I don't know what Aizen thinks he's created here, but it doesn't fucking interest me.
Che.
I'm only out here on top of this concrete post because I'm comfortable in high places. And it's convenient. Plus, it's the furthest place I can find inside Las Noches to get away from the temptation of confronting the Shinigami. Or anything else that pisses me off.
It's a fucked up as fuck situation. A bird in my mouth and no teeth to bite it with. The thought of touching him, without hurting him, leaves me feeling ruthlessly constipated.
Aizen is fucking diabolical. If he wanted me to suffer, he succeeded. It's only been three days by human count, and I'm so tense from restraining myself that my muscles actually ache.
I want to run rampant over the Shinigami; punch, kick, hit, bite, break, slash and burn, all of it ten times over till he's wrecked and useless and just aware enough to know he's dead.
I almost feel melancholic for the good old days. Even if it was just a few hours.
But melancholy isn't really my style. It's a loser's game. A total waste of time. I find unleashed aggression and destruction on the things you hate are a lot more constructive. And more satisfying.
So, for the first few days I settled on making artwork out of lesser arrancars.
As predicted, Aizen's not a fan of my talents, so of course he sends Ulquiorra to pass on the message.
One more smear of blood on the walls that isn't my own, and all of it will be.
I sneer at that. First time Ulquiorra's ever made himself useful and given me good advice.
Che. So, now I'm even more frustrated. I have no one to take it out on, no one I'd rather take it out on, except Kurosaki. But I'm not allowed to hurt him.
I look down at my hand and realize the side of the ledge I'm sitting on is crumbling under my grip. I let go and watch the dust and bits of plaster fall from my palm to the ground far below me. I smack the rest of it away and glare across the emptiness of sand and blue sky. I'm so far down the fucking rabbit hole, I can't even tell which way is up. And I'm not sure if I'll survive it.
Alright. Let's stop kidding ourselves... I know I won't.
It's amazing what you can get arrancar to tell you if you threaten them properly. They're scared to hell of Aizen, but it doesn't take much to make them forget all about their leader in the face of their imminent demise.
I find my method works well. It's straight to the point and avoids confusion. When feeling generous, threaten to plant a cero down their throat. And if that isn't enough to get them singing like a nightengale, start ceroing their fingers off, one by one.
See, Aizen is so fucking full of himself that he lets arrancars wander around the place, even has them stand in on some of his meetings with Gin and that blind fucker. Guess he just assumes they're so obedient that they won't reveal anything that gets said in their presence... or so stupid that they won't even pick up on good information. I don't know, and I don't care. All I know is that sometimes, if you're lucky, and you grab the right one, they have uses.
Then of course, you have to kill them.
The whole reason I'm sitting out here.
All right. There's more to it than that. Despite appearances, I'm not all blood lust and mayhem. I think sometimes.
Besides staying away from that arrogant, orange haired brat, and keeping the status quo, I'm strategizing. Contemplating my evolution. Aizen may be a mastermind, and he may think he's the most accomplished being in existence, but he doesn't see everything. Not everything.
I stand, and use my hakama to wipe the dust off my palm. And the next thing I know, I'm on my knees at Aizen's feet, trying to stay convinced that he won't just crush me under his power into the same dust I'm covered in before I can finish the bullshit lie I've come up with.
I've never really lied outright about anything before now. Never really needed to. I find telling your opponent that you plan to kill them serves just fine. If the opponent's worthy, I like a level playing field. No fun in an uneven fight.
But when your opponent is Aizen, and you don't have a hope in hell of defeating him, then lying to save your skin is a necessity, not a luxury.