Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Can I Keep Him? ( Chapter 57 )

Title: Can I Keep Him?
Pairings/Characters: Aizen, Gin/Ichigo (one-sided… perhaps)

Rating: T

Warning: OOC, randomness, weirdness

Words: 603

Description: Aizen is usually not surprised by the things that Gin drags in, but this time even he is unprepared. Loosely related to Drabble 32, “Fetch and Carry.”

 

 

Aizen Sousuke, lord and master of Hueco Mundo and eventual god of his own new world, rarely had opportunity to find himself surprised. As vast as his intelligence stretched and his own skills in predicting other people's actions, he didn't think he could have anticipated this. Though in all honesty, he probably should have.

 

Gin had been notedly obvious in displaying his interest in the Kurosaki boy, going so far as to extol on his many assets in the company of the Arrancar, most of whom only pretended to listen. At the time, Aizen had thought it to be presumptuous to label his heir's behavior as stalkerish. However, given the current situation, perhaps he had been too hasty in dismissing Gin's attractions as merely simple curiosity.

 

It wasn't every day that his former vice-captain strolled into his throne room with none other than Kurosaki Ichigo draped across him piggy-back style. The substitute Shinigami was unconscious, a cracked hollow's mask hiding half of his face along with a few spatters of blood, likely from the battle started by Gin in Las Noches. And the look on the silver-haired man's face was nothing short of excited, jubilant, lips stretched into an even wider grin than usual.

 

“Look what I caught, Aizen-taichou!” Gin exclaimed with glee, coming to a stop in front of the bemused lord of Hueco Mundo. “Can I keep him?”

 

Aizen lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “Gin,” he chided gently, “you should be more careful what you drag in. You don't know where he's been.”

 

He watched as the other male shifted the position of his precious cargo, moving the hapless Kurosaki boy until he was half-standing on the ground and clutched within his captor's long-armed hold. Gin embraced the boy from behind, practically cuddling him and paying little heed to the fact that the substitute Shinigami's unconscious head was lolling quite amusedly.

 

If possible, the silver-haired man's smile broadened. “But I promise ta feed and water `im everyday!” he countered, nuzzling against orange hair. “I'll take good care of him. Even clean up his messes.”

 

Amusement threatened to pour from the evil, or supposedly evil, overlord's tongue. “Now, you know what happened with your last pet, Gin,” he reminded his second-in-command. “I still can't eat yakitori.”

 

Gin nodded sagely, fully recalling that incident. “Oh, but this one's not a pet,” he purred, running his fingers through the Kurosaki boy's hair. A strange look, which Aizen couldn't identify but certainly was related to the whole stalker point he had made earlier, crossed over the former captain's face.

 

Still, it was in Aizen Sousuke's best interest to keep his heir happy, and so he acquiesced with a gracious wave of his hand. “Very well. Get him cleaned up and you can keep him.”

 

“Aizen-taichou's so generous!” Gin chirped and stooped slightly, scooping the boy into his arms in a style more suited for newlyweds, Kurosaki's head tucked under his chin.

 

At the abrupt movement, the boy briefly stirred for the first time. “Shut up, Kon,” he mumbled. “Five more damn minutes.” He fell silent after emitting an oddly content noise, snuggling closer into Gin's chest, fingers curling into the man's clothes.

 

The look on the former captain's face at this could have given Kusajishi-fukutaichou's sunny exterior a run for its money. And Gin strode happily from the room, whistling what suspiciously sounded like a wedding tune.

 

On his throne, Aizen rested his chin on his hand, watching his second-in-command with fond amusement. “Ah, young love,” he commented with a wistful sigh.

 

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