Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Fic Where Aizen is Evil ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: WhereDidAizensGlassesGo 
Pure and utter horror. Read Story sum or warning for more.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.10.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Pure and utter horror. Read Story sum or warning for more.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.10.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
The Fic Where Aizen is Evil
DISCLAIMER/NOTE OF SEVERE WARNING: This Fic, in all seriousness, is complete and utter horror. Being a skilled and bored writer with a love of FF, I came across a place called ToplessRobot and it's Fan Fiction Fridays. Jesus Christ. Some of the fiction there are funny, and others...others make you want to pull the Joker's magic trick on yourself. However, the concept of a lemon so horrible, so malicious that it even surpasses Grapefruit on the slash scale, was interesting. And for some reason, I wondered if I could match some of the stuff there. Hence the Fic you, the very brave, are about to witness; take solace in that although there is no pedophillia, or bestiality or other such soul-destroyers, the Fiction will scar you nontheless. You have been VERY warned – I had to drink to write some of this, and couldn't go through with some of the stuff I had planned initially. I dedicate this to ToplessRobot, where every Friday you die just a little more on the inside!
Other Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters, Settings, Plots, Trademarks or any aspect of the Bleach franchise, or anything of the film Misery or Star Wars. None of it.
* * * *
Rangiku Matsumoto heaved, bearly dodging Aizen's oncoming blade. He moved so fast, she could barely detect him in time. Rangiku looked around the battlefield that was the inner sanctum of Aizen's hold and held back tears, if only so she could see clearly in the fight. Yamamoto had said that Aizen, with the Arrancar mostly destroyed and one of his leiutenants dead, would have been 'almost defenseless' and 'ripe for attack'. That stupid old man. His words had been so horribly wrong: the bodies of the Gotei 13 lay scattered around the blue room. She caught a glimpse of Soifon's decapitated head as she dodged another attack. It wriggled about on the bloody floor beneath. The last gasps of life had yet to escape the nerves.
"Matsumoto!" Called a familiar, comforting voice. "Don't get distracted now!"
Hitsugaya, one of the two Shinigami still alive, was holding his ground well. He launched a Guncho Tsurara at the traiorous Captain, but he dodged it with ease.
"Captain Hitsugaya," Rangiku screamed, "We must continue to fall back!"
Hitsugaya turned to her. "Some of them may be alive! We can't leave them!"
Rangiku saw Kyôraku's corpse propped against one of the many pillars. His face still seemed surprised, still drenched in the caking blood that had burst when Aizen had impaled him through himself. It had happened with enough force that his had punctured his kimono perfectly. Somehow, Rangiku thought, she doubted any of them had been lucky.
She looked at her Captain, barely avoiding most of another blow to only be grazed by the sword's edge. He looked tired, and his movements were slowing. It was getting bad.
"Captain, we must go now! Please!" She pleaded.
The Captain yet again turned to chastise her, and in that moment she knew her mistake. The world seemed to slow as Aizen appeared behind him. He seemed to be smiling at her, knowing she was the only one to know of her Captain's iminant death but be completly powerless to stop it. Aizen raised his sword, gave her a wink, and stuck it through the shoulder on Hitsugaya's sword arm side. He seemed surprised at the sensation, and turned to see the wound. Aizen wriggled the sword a bit more, carefully severing the upper muscle and the nerves joining the Captain's arm to his shoulder. He followed the sword upwardss and saw Aizen. He went deathly pale. His hand, flexing and releasing in a loosing battle, finally decided to let Aizen's damage do it's work. Hitsugaya's Zanpakutô slipped with a final failed grasp towards the ground.
Aizen pushed his weight onto the sword, and in a lever like motion, tore away the flesh and bone above it. The Captain finally screamed, his arm comming to dangle by a tether of meat which Aizen proceeded to snap by removing the blade. The young Captain's hand grasped the wound and he turned to Aizen. His teal eyes were wide, fearful. And knowing.
His mouth opened and he began to say something, something pleading or something defiant, Rangiku could not tell, but Aizen's sword cut it short. A moment later, the Captain's lower jaw fell from him leaving only a fiercely sqeaming tongue and a low vibrating sound which, to Rangiku's horror, was his attempt to speak. The Captain began to run towards Rangiku. He was scared and new his death was now, but seemed to trust her so implicitly that even on wild instinct he knew he could count on her. She reached towards him, but the sight of his wounds were too much. The low noise continued, and his tongue lowered as the tether holding it strained under it's weight. A gag filled the leiutenant's throat. Then bile.
As her Captain reached her outstretched hand, Rangiku Matsumoto finally unleashed the vigoris burst of vomit, showering his face in digestive juices. He wobbled backwards for a moment from the surprise, and Aizen appeared between them. He knocked Rangiku to the ground with a ram of his sword's butt. Hitsugaya began to turn and run.
"You've done remarkably well, Captain Hitsugaya," he said, as he grabbed the Captain's collar, jerking him back towards Aizen, "But I think we both know what comes of such defiance."
He twirled his blade and swiftly removed the Captain's other arm and a good part of his thigh in a single motion. He then impaled the Captain, and cleeved the sword down until he hit the pelvis.
"And now, you will pay for it."
He cleeved the sword upward, in a fast motion with enough force that the spine nor the rib bones slowed his ascent. With a wet pop of the skull that made Rangiku vomit again, he split the Captain entirely in two. The low, attempted screaming of the Captain stopped and Aizen let the two parts of the bloody corpse split apart and rest.
Rangiku stared at it for a long moment. She could see half of Hitsugaya's vomit covered face. The single, teal eye had become sunken in the socket and seemed to be full of anguish. She couldn't let it go; she, with her stupid insistance, had distracted her beloved Captain in a crucial moment and caused his death. So many had died today, so horribly. She began to cry silently at the horror of it all.
"And then, there was one."
Aizen looked down towards her with a malicious smile. No, she thought, Not me, not yet! Filled with a concoction of inner death, adreniline and desire to live, she lifted her own sword shakily. She scooted back and began to stand, trying to look at him but not directly into the monster's eye.
"Aizen," She spoke uncertainly, "You killed my friends, killed my Captain. And you will probably kill me. But let this be known!" She roared. "Soul Society will replace us, and we will destroy you. The world cannot let a monster like you live any more."
She raised her sword, and it began to break apart into ash. If she could get one hit, even one hit, her death would of been worth it. But then, the sword was light. She brought it down and saw that it hadn't broken into ash, but instead had been sliced in two. A clang behind her confirmed the worst.
"Leiutenant Rangiku Matsumoto, 10th Division. I hate to dissapoint you, but I'm done fighting." He said, a sinister smile creeping upon his face.
"W-what?"
Aizen sheethed his sword, and ran a hand through his hair. "I've fought all day and most of my attackers are dead. You're the only one left. And you seem like you would die as easily as the other Leiutenants." He motioned to the mutilated corpses of Kira and Iba behind him.
He smiled. "Rangiku, do you think you're alive because you're skilled?" He laughed. "No my dear, it's more because I knew I'd feel a bit...hungry after." He licked his lips as he admired her clevage. Rangiku paled in the dawning realisation of what he planned. "I have an array of fierce appitites after battle, and seeing neither Gin or Tosen are around..."
He dissapeared, and before she could move, Rangiku found herself in a head lock. "There's an aspect of my Kyôka Suigetsu most don't know of. It doesn't just control the senses, but thoughts as well. Don't worry, Leiutenant," He whispered in her ear, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to."
Rangiku screamed, but her anger and protest seemed to fade away. Aizen seemed...seemed almost forgivable now. He released her from his grip and she turned to face him. Yes, he had killed all her friends in a multitude of bloody ways, killed her beloved Hitsugaya and would probably destroy life as she knew it. But there was something almost...almost charming and Adonis to him. She knew she loved him and that anything he did wasn't her fault. And she wanted him - badly. She smiled at him as she reached towards his haori and loosened it, revealing a field of creamy white abs. She ran her hand along it and down, fully loosening the robe and releasing his member, which was begining to tense in anticipation.
She knelt down and began to put her mouth on it, the pulsing foreign object feeling strangly new in her mouth. Although she was by no means a virgin, she had never given oral before. Aizen let her continue working him with her tongue, and began ramming her head back and forth to make the process quicker.
He pre-cummed in her mouth and forced her upright. She didn't mind, if that's what her Aizen wanted from her.
He winked at her. "Thanks for the lubricant," He growled, "But I think I want to try something else."
His hands came to and ripped off her clothes, exposing her nude form for admiration. He played with her enournous tits, causing her to moan.
"You know, I think I know what will make this better. But," He smiled, his face appearing gentle and kind as it had during his life in the Soul Society, "Protection always comes first."
He grabbed one of Rangiku's breasts rather harshly, and began to pull. Rangiku, confused, still managed to find the pain arrousing as it was what her master wanted. Aizen reefed at the breast, begining to tear the skin and flesh apart. He continued until finally it seemed ripe, and he ripped it clean off. Rangiku moaned, obvlious to the large wound upon her chest or the blood that gushed from it. She rubbed it a few times to stimulate the nerves in the raw exposed musscle.
Aizen lifted the breast, admiring it for a moment, before taking it to his mouth and begining to feast on the wounded side. He ate ravenously, a sick squelching and slurping filling the air. The breast deflated until all inside was gone. It was nothing more than hollow tissue now. He grabbed his saliva covered member and slathered the hollow skin of the breast with it, carefully blending the drying vomit from before to create a better lube. He lowered the breast and rammed it over his penis, using his reiastu's force to constrict it to the right size.
"Now that's sorted, how about some fun?"
* * * *
After a long period of both vaginal and anal sex, Rangiku felt somewhat strange. Her master...no, not her master, Aizen...was tired. He laughed and slapped her on her bare, blood covered ass.
"That was fun, Matsumoto. You always seemed like a cock tease but now...now I know you can deliver."
She tried to smile at him, but found it difficult. She felt so cold, and began to realise that missing a part of her anatomy made her loose blood. Which, if she remembered rightly, was bad. But wasn't the wound made by Aizen?
"I think we'll be doing this again, Matsumoto. But to make sure you don't do anything stupid when I'm not around..." He unsheathed his sword, grinning evily. "Tell me, have you ever gotten around to seeing that Earth movie Misery?"
He flicked his wrist, and she felt her ankles detach. She could barely feel them over the pain she felt everywhere else, and if she handn't started to fall forward, she thought she may not of noticed. Luckily, her beloved was there to catch her.
"I'm cold..." Was all she could manage to say, as she looked into her...her beloved's eyes.
Aizen smiled. "Well, you are naked." He took off his robe and covered her with it. She still shivered. Aizen seemed to think for a moment, looking around the room. Then smiled.
They walked across the sanctum, Aizen lightly stepping over the fallen as he went, until they reached where they were headed. He sat Rangiku down, against something soft and fluffy not unlike a giant cushion. The cushion moved her slightly in a rythmic pattern, and curious, she looked behind her. It was Sajin Komamura.
Missing an arm and some of his upper head, he seemed to stare straight at her, the rest of his remaining brain seeming to try to think.
"Matsu...Matsu..." He called, weakly. He moved his arm around her, but seemed to be unable to close it. "Matsumo. Help Matsu. Help Matsu."
"Oh," Said Aizen, "I wasn't aware I'd left you alive, Komamura. That was rather unhonorable of me, huh?" He raised his blade, and gently parted the large canid's vestments, revealing a large white furred torso.
He turned to Rangiku and smiled. "Oh yes, another movie you should definatly watch: Star Wars."
And with that he plunged his sword into the Captain's chest, and mercilessly sawed down him. His eyes were full of murderous passion, that somehow aroused Rangiku once more. The braindammaged Captain howled in pain, spewing forth blood, before his eye rolled back into his head. Rangiku felt conflictedly sorry for his death. Was it possible Aizen could do...wrong? He proceeded to dig into the wound and rip out the intestines, stomach and a few other organs Rangiku didn't recognise, leaving them sprawled besides the corpse .
He lifted the Leiutenant and kissed her, gently placing her downwards. She felt warm, wet fur touch her mostly naked skin and soon, warm dying flesh envelope her curled form. She went deep into the wound, filling the gap left by the organs, until her head barely peered from the surface.
Aizen laughed. "Warm enough now? You know," He said, stroking his chin. "That looks awfully comfortable."
Before she could answer, Rangiku found Aizen had already stepped into the corpse and decended rapidly, tightly embracing her. She could barely breath as the tissue and Aizen surrounded her. He reached behind them and closed the flaps shut, leaving them alone in complete, wet, fleshy darkness.
"You know, Matsumoto, I think I could come to be affectionate to you. Maybe," He whispered, nestling into her shoulder, "We could be together forever, if you want to?"
Rangiku could hardly breathe in the corpse of one of her friends. She started to realise that, for some reason, she would no longer...love...him once the Zanpakutô's effects wore off. She would scream and thrash, and probably repeat these cycles for a few days before Aizen grew tired of her and ended it. Probably, if she didn't die of blood loss before hand.
But that day wasn't today, and that time wasn't now.
She weakly smiled, smelling his bloody hair in euphoria. "I do."
DISCLAIMER/NOTE OF SEVERE WARNING: This Fic, in all seriousness, is complete and utter horror. Being a skilled and bored writer with a love of FF, I came across a place called ToplessRobot and it's Fan Fiction Fridays. Jesus Christ. Some of the fiction there are funny, and others...others make you want to pull the Joker's magic trick on yourself. However, the concept of a lemon so horrible, so malicious that it even surpasses Grapefruit on the slash scale, was interesting. And for some reason, I wondered if I could match some of the stuff there. Hence the Fic you, the very brave, are about to witness; take solace in that although there is no pedophillia, or bestiality or other such soul-destroyers, the Fiction will scar you nontheless. You have been VERY warned – I had to drink to write some of this, and couldn't go through with some of the stuff I had planned initially. I dedicate this to ToplessRobot, where every Friday you die just a little more on the inside!
Other Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters, Settings, Plots, Trademarks or any aspect of the Bleach franchise, or anything of the film Misery or Star Wars. None of it.
* * * *
Rangiku Matsumoto heaved, bearly dodging Aizen's oncoming blade. He moved so fast, she could barely detect him in time. Rangiku looked around the battlefield that was the inner sanctum of Aizen's hold and held back tears, if only so she could see clearly in the fight. Yamamoto had said that Aizen, with the Arrancar mostly destroyed and one of his leiutenants dead, would have been 'almost defenseless' and 'ripe for attack'. That stupid old man. His words had been so horribly wrong: the bodies of the Gotei 13 lay scattered around the blue room. She caught a glimpse of Soifon's decapitated head as she dodged another attack. It wriggled about on the bloody floor beneath. The last gasps of life had yet to escape the nerves.
"Matsumoto!" Called a familiar, comforting voice. "Don't get distracted now!"
Hitsugaya, one of the two Shinigami still alive, was holding his ground well. He launched a Guncho Tsurara at the traiorous Captain, but he dodged it with ease.
"Captain Hitsugaya," Rangiku screamed, "We must continue to fall back!"
Hitsugaya turned to her. "Some of them may be alive! We can't leave them!"
Rangiku saw Kyôraku's corpse propped against one of the many pillars. His face still seemed surprised, still drenched in the caking blood that had burst when Aizen had impaled him through himself. It had happened with enough force that his had punctured his kimono perfectly. Somehow, Rangiku thought, she doubted any of them had been lucky.
She looked at her Captain, barely avoiding most of another blow to only be grazed by the sword's edge. He looked tired, and his movements were slowing. It was getting bad.
"Captain, we must go now! Please!" She pleaded.
The Captain yet again turned to chastise her, and in that moment she knew her mistake. The world seemed to slow as Aizen appeared behind him. He seemed to be smiling at her, knowing she was the only one to know of her Captain's iminant death but be completly powerless to stop it. Aizen raised his sword, gave her a wink, and stuck it through the shoulder on Hitsugaya's sword arm side. He seemed surprised at the sensation, and turned to see the wound. Aizen wriggled the sword a bit more, carefully severing the upper muscle and the nerves joining the Captain's arm to his shoulder. He followed the sword upwardss and saw Aizen. He went deathly pale. His hand, flexing and releasing in a loosing battle, finally decided to let Aizen's damage do it's work. Hitsugaya's Zanpakutô slipped with a final failed grasp towards the ground.
Aizen pushed his weight onto the sword, and in a lever like motion, tore away the flesh and bone above it. The Captain finally screamed, his arm comming to dangle by a tether of meat which Aizen proceeded to snap by removing the blade. The young Captain's hand grasped the wound and he turned to Aizen. His teal eyes were wide, fearful. And knowing.
His mouth opened and he began to say something, something pleading or something defiant, Rangiku could not tell, but Aizen's sword cut it short. A moment later, the Captain's lower jaw fell from him leaving only a fiercely sqeaming tongue and a low vibrating sound which, to Rangiku's horror, was his attempt to speak. The Captain began to run towards Rangiku. He was scared and new his death was now, but seemed to trust her so implicitly that even on wild instinct he knew he could count on her. She reached towards him, but the sight of his wounds were too much. The low noise continued, and his tongue lowered as the tether holding it strained under it's weight. A gag filled the leiutenant's throat. Then bile.
As her Captain reached her outstretched hand, Rangiku Matsumoto finally unleashed the vigoris burst of vomit, showering his face in digestive juices. He wobbled backwards for a moment from the surprise, and Aizen appeared between them. He knocked Rangiku to the ground with a ram of his sword's butt. Hitsugaya began to turn and run.
"You've done remarkably well, Captain Hitsugaya," he said, as he grabbed the Captain's collar, jerking him back towards Aizen, "But I think we both know what comes of such defiance."
He twirled his blade and swiftly removed the Captain's other arm and a good part of his thigh in a single motion. He then impaled the Captain, and cleeved the sword down until he hit the pelvis.
"And now, you will pay for it."
He cleeved the sword upward, in a fast motion with enough force that the spine nor the rib bones slowed his ascent. With a wet pop of the skull that made Rangiku vomit again, he split the Captain entirely in two. The low, attempted screaming of the Captain stopped and Aizen let the two parts of the bloody corpse split apart and rest.
Rangiku stared at it for a long moment. She could see half of Hitsugaya's vomit covered face. The single, teal eye had become sunken in the socket and seemed to be full of anguish. She couldn't let it go; she, with her stupid insistance, had distracted her beloved Captain in a crucial moment and caused his death. So many had died today, so horribly. She began to cry silently at the horror of it all.
"And then, there was one."
Aizen looked down towards her with a malicious smile. No, she thought, Not me, not yet! Filled with a concoction of inner death, adreniline and desire to live, she lifted her own sword shakily. She scooted back and began to stand, trying to look at him but not directly into the monster's eye.
"Aizen," She spoke uncertainly, "You killed my friends, killed my Captain. And you will probably kill me. But let this be known!" She roared. "Soul Society will replace us, and we will destroy you. The world cannot let a monster like you live any more."
She raised her sword, and it began to break apart into ash. If she could get one hit, even one hit, her death would of been worth it. But then, the sword was light. She brought it down and saw that it hadn't broken into ash, but instead had been sliced in two. A clang behind her confirmed the worst.
"Leiutenant Rangiku Matsumoto, 10th Division. I hate to dissapoint you, but I'm done fighting." He said, a sinister smile creeping upon his face.
"W-what?"
Aizen sheethed his sword, and ran a hand through his hair. "I've fought all day and most of my attackers are dead. You're the only one left. And you seem like you would die as easily as the other Leiutenants." He motioned to the mutilated corpses of Kira and Iba behind him.
He smiled. "Rangiku, do you think you're alive because you're skilled?" He laughed. "No my dear, it's more because I knew I'd feel a bit...hungry after." He licked his lips as he admired her clevage. Rangiku paled in the dawning realisation of what he planned. "I have an array of fierce appitites after battle, and seeing neither Gin or Tosen are around..."
He dissapeared, and before she could move, Rangiku found herself in a head lock. "There's an aspect of my Kyôka Suigetsu most don't know of. It doesn't just control the senses, but thoughts as well. Don't worry, Leiutenant," He whispered in her ear, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to."
Rangiku screamed, but her anger and protest seemed to fade away. Aizen seemed...seemed almost forgivable now. He released her from his grip and she turned to face him. Yes, he had killed all her friends in a multitude of bloody ways, killed her beloved Hitsugaya and would probably destroy life as she knew it. But there was something almost...almost charming and Adonis to him. She knew she loved him and that anything he did wasn't her fault. And she wanted him - badly. She smiled at him as she reached towards his haori and loosened it, revealing a field of creamy white abs. She ran her hand along it and down, fully loosening the robe and releasing his member, which was begining to tense in anticipation.
She knelt down and began to put her mouth on it, the pulsing foreign object feeling strangly new in her mouth. Although she was by no means a virgin, she had never given oral before. Aizen let her continue working him with her tongue, and began ramming her head back and forth to make the process quicker.
He pre-cummed in her mouth and forced her upright. She didn't mind, if that's what her Aizen wanted from her.
He winked at her. "Thanks for the lubricant," He growled, "But I think I want to try something else."
His hands came to and ripped off her clothes, exposing her nude form for admiration. He played with her enournous tits, causing her to moan.
"You know, I think I know what will make this better. But," He smiled, his face appearing gentle and kind as it had during his life in the Soul Society, "Protection always comes first."
He grabbed one of Rangiku's breasts rather harshly, and began to pull. Rangiku, confused, still managed to find the pain arrousing as it was what her master wanted. Aizen reefed at the breast, begining to tear the skin and flesh apart. He continued until finally it seemed ripe, and he ripped it clean off. Rangiku moaned, obvlious to the large wound upon her chest or the blood that gushed from it. She rubbed it a few times to stimulate the nerves in the raw exposed musscle.
Aizen lifted the breast, admiring it for a moment, before taking it to his mouth and begining to feast on the wounded side. He ate ravenously, a sick squelching and slurping filling the air. The breast deflated until all inside was gone. It was nothing more than hollow tissue now. He grabbed his saliva covered member and slathered the hollow skin of the breast with it, carefully blending the drying vomit from before to create a better lube. He lowered the breast and rammed it over his penis, using his reiastu's force to constrict it to the right size.
"Now that's sorted, how about some fun?"
* * * *
After a long period of both vaginal and anal sex, Rangiku felt somewhat strange. Her master...no, not her master, Aizen...was tired. He laughed and slapped her on her bare, blood covered ass.
"That was fun, Matsumoto. You always seemed like a cock tease but now...now I know you can deliver."
She tried to smile at him, but found it difficult. She felt so cold, and began to realise that missing a part of her anatomy made her loose blood. Which, if she remembered rightly, was bad. But wasn't the wound made by Aizen?
"I think we'll be doing this again, Matsumoto. But to make sure you don't do anything stupid when I'm not around..." He unsheathed his sword, grinning evily. "Tell me, have you ever gotten around to seeing that Earth movie Misery?"
He flicked his wrist, and she felt her ankles detach. She could barely feel them over the pain she felt everywhere else, and if she handn't started to fall forward, she thought she may not of noticed. Luckily, her beloved was there to catch her.
"I'm cold..." Was all she could manage to say, as she looked into her...her beloved's eyes.
Aizen smiled. "Well, you are naked." He took off his robe and covered her with it. She still shivered. Aizen seemed to think for a moment, looking around the room. Then smiled.
They walked across the sanctum, Aizen lightly stepping over the fallen as he went, until they reached where they were headed. He sat Rangiku down, against something soft and fluffy not unlike a giant cushion. The cushion moved her slightly in a rythmic pattern, and curious, she looked behind her. It was Sajin Komamura.
Missing an arm and some of his upper head, he seemed to stare straight at her, the rest of his remaining brain seeming to try to think.
"Matsu...Matsu..." He called, weakly. He moved his arm around her, but seemed to be unable to close it. "Matsumo. Help Matsu. Help Matsu."
"Oh," Said Aizen, "I wasn't aware I'd left you alive, Komamura. That was rather unhonorable of me, huh?" He raised his blade, and gently parted the large canid's vestments, revealing a large white furred torso.
He turned to Rangiku and smiled. "Oh yes, another movie you should definatly watch: Star Wars."
And with that he plunged his sword into the Captain's chest, and mercilessly sawed down him. His eyes were full of murderous passion, that somehow aroused Rangiku once more. The braindammaged Captain howled in pain, spewing forth blood, before his eye rolled back into his head. Rangiku felt conflictedly sorry for his death. Was it possible Aizen could do...wrong? He proceeded to dig into the wound and rip out the intestines, stomach and a few other organs Rangiku didn't recognise, leaving them sprawled besides the corpse .
He lifted the Leiutenant and kissed her, gently placing her downwards. She felt warm, wet fur touch her mostly naked skin and soon, warm dying flesh envelope her curled form. She went deep into the wound, filling the gap left by the organs, until her head barely peered from the surface.
Aizen laughed. "Warm enough now? You know," He said, stroking his chin. "That looks awfully comfortable."
Before she could answer, Rangiku found Aizen had already stepped into the corpse and decended rapidly, tightly embracing her. She could barely breath as the tissue and Aizen surrounded her. He reached behind them and closed the flaps shut, leaving them alone in complete, wet, fleshy darkness.
"You know, Matsumoto, I think I could come to be affectionate to you. Maybe," He whispered, nestling into her shoulder, "We could be together forever, if you want to?"
Rangiku could hardly breathe in the corpse of one of her friends. She started to realise that, for some reason, she would no longer...love...him once the Zanpakutô's effects wore off. She would scream and thrash, and probably repeat these cycles for a few days before Aizen grew tired of her and ended it. Probably, if she didn't die of blood loss before hand.
But that day wasn't today, and that time wasn't now.
She weakly smiled, smelling his bloody hair in euphoria. "I do."