Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ Momo and Meaning ( Chapter 12 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach and the characters and gets paid for it. I don't. I just write these to amuse myself and cover up my other activities.

 

Momo and Meaning

 

On the verge of something very pleasurable, Ichigo wasn't about to stop, nor was Momo. She urged him on with slight touches and sighs. As he spent he felt someone tugging at him and in the position he was in he could do little to resist.

 

“Hello, Aizen,” he said as soon as he was standing upright. He crossed his arms and waited for the inevitable recriminations. What he had not expected to see were the tears in the man's eyes.

 

“Ichigo, surely you remember I like you to call me Sosuke. You can't have forgotten so quickly,” were the haunted words.

 

Making a face he replied, “I always think of you as Aizen. Why can't I call you the name that I like?” His peripheral vision showed him that most of the other activities had ceased and everyone seemed to be watching this interchange. He stood a little straighter and pushed out his chest a little. He thought I may as well give his future lovers something to lust over.” Negligently he shifted his weight so his arse seemed fuller. A few whistles of appreciation showed that he was pulling in the crowd.

 

Aizen hadn't noticed as his eyes were fixed piteously on Ichigo's face. “But we were going to be married. I love you.”

 

“Wait! You want to marry my son? No. I refuse permission,” Isshin was standing beside Ichigo in a minute looking very cross.

 

Momo was now standing, holding her arms out to Aizen. “I thought we had something special between us, Sosuke. I waited behind in the Seireitei for you, but you didn't return, like you promised. Ichigo was only helping me pass the time until you returned.”

 

Aizen turned a slight shade of grey. “I didn't promise you anything, Hinamori. And why do I need your permission to marry my love? He can marry whoever he likes.”

 

“He's too young to get married without permission. If you ask me he's too young to be cavorting with so many people, but what the hell. Let him get it out of his system,” Isshin said as he wound his arm protectively around his son's shoulders.

 

Ichigo immediately pushed the arm away. “I don't want to get married, especially to you, Aizen. You're the worst fuck I've ever had.”

 

The change in Aizen's face was slow. Such sadness spread across his features, then hope, then sly amusement and finally anger and outrage. “I'm not bad in bed. Ask anyone else.”

 

“You're appalling,” Gin said quickly.

 

“Never again,” vowed Rukia.

 

“I wasn't sure when it started and when it was over,” Shinji remarked. He was locked in a warm embrace with Kiyone.

 

“Man, you could win an Olympic event for speed,” Renji said with a cruel smirk and he played with Nanao's hair.

 

“I fell asleep and it didn't last more than five minutes,” Isane complained as she caressed Toshiro's chest gently.

 

Ichigo noticed that Momo did not join in the criticism. She was looking at Aizen, sadness and longing evident. It confused him how she still seemed to care for the man.

 

As more insulting comments were thrown at the erstwhile captain, Aizen's back bent further over as his chin dropped to his chest.

 

He brightened suddenly and said, “But my Arrancar like me.”

 

“No,” Grimmjow said as he hugged Tosen tightly to him.

 

“No,” Ulquiorra said as he sidled close to Ichigo and ran an admiring hand down his spine.

 

“Bad man,” said Nel. Pesche hugged her close and she hid her face against his chest. “I don't like him.”

 

“The opposite of a stud,” Apache sniped. “I don't know what I would have done without sex toys.”

 

“And if I tried to tell you, you didn't listen,” Sayzel complained bitterness in his voice. “You treated me like I knew nothing. Me! The single most intelligent one here and you dismissed my opinion as if it didn't matter.”

 

“You don't have to have anything to do with him,” Nnoirtra told him in a comforting manner. “I told you that.”

 

The pink haired scientist shook his head in anger. “I thought I loved you,” he stormed at Aizen. “You told me I loved you and I believed you. But you only used me.”

 

Aizen looked at him astonished. “This is my kingdom. Everything here is for my use.”

 

“Incorrect. There is only one king in Hueco Mundo. One king and one lord and you were never that. I let you come here because it amused me, but I'm not laughing anymore.”

 

Ichigo turned and wondered at the unfamiliar Arrancar who had interrupted. He watched as the grizzled man walked up to Aizen and looked at him commandingly. “The Arrancar, Espada and Hollows are my subjects. As you have been living here you owe your fealty to me.”

 

“But Barragan; we had a deal,” Aizen said.

 

“You failed to read the fine print. I am king. I now claim you as mine,” he nodded to his Fraccion who were standing reverently behind him. “I let you play at being a ruler for a while and now you pay the cost. Prepare him.”

 

Aizen drew his zanpakuto, as the Fraccion obeyed the order. He held the point aimed at Barragan's throat. “You know what my blade can do.”

 

Giggles erupted through the room as he brandished the sword. It seemed an odd reaction.

 

“Light up the room. That's nice. Now put your toy away,” Barragan said with a hint of indulgence.

 

“What? No. It can hypnotise you to do my bidding…” Aizen began, but Tosen shook his head.

 

“Wonderweiss borrowed it when we went to that Sci Fi Convention recently and it got stolen by some cosplayer. We'd spent nearly all our money on souvenirs you know how it is. I spent most of my money on trying to complete my Ouran High Host Club card collection, so we only had enough money to buy that as a replacement.” He kissed Grimmjow as he finished and seemed to lose interest in everything else.

 

“Ulquiorra! You let that creature take my sword?” Aizen was looking at his blade with absolute astonishment. “And they replaced it with this!”

 

“You were busy and didn't permit anyone to interrupt. If you press the button, it lights up,” Ulquiorra was trying to placate him.

 

“But it's not even a Jedi light sabre! It's a Sith one.” It seemed the self styled king was still unable to grasp that he no longer had his zanpakuto.

 

Gin looked a little sheepish, but smiled broadly anyway. “The Jedi ones were more expensive.”

 

“Why are you hesitating? Take him and prepare him as I ordered you,” Barragan sounded impatient as he glared at his Fraccion who were pointing at Aizen's sword and laughing as they nudged each other.

 

“Prepare me for what?” Aizen managed to say before he was grabbed and lifted off his feet.

 

“To join my harem, of course. You are now my concubine,” Barragan said. A cold amused smile dominated his face. “You brought a war on my kingdom and now you will reimburse the cost.”

 

The Shinigami and Arrancar looked at each other, confused.

 

“You didn't want a war?” Toshiro asked.

 

“You don't want to fight?” The incredulity in Kira's voice made Ichigo giggle. He sounded relieved. And despairing.

 

“And what do we do after one of us wins? Destroy all survivors?” Barragan quirked an eyebrow disbelievingly. “I've had a deal with Yamamoto for years. We keep the skirmishes going so neither population gets too great.”

 

“What?” Both Shinigami and Arrancar voiced the question with one voice.

 

“But all the battles?”

 

“The deaths.”

 

“The needless violence.”

 

“Hatred.”

 

Ichigo had difficulty in accepting what had been said. “You're saying it all means nothing? All the deaths and fighting?”

 

“Indeed,” Barragan said. “Isn't the meaning created by the people involved?”

 

That was too much for the orange haired teen to accept. He sat down in a heap and put his head in his hands. Something important had been taken away and he didn't know how he could fill the void.