Later that day, after their shifts, Momo and Marika went for a walk and had a lighthearted talk about each other's days. They settled under the wisteria tree, surrounded by delicate purple flowers. Marika sighed with an almost unnoticeable note of melancholy.
- Wisteris are so beautiful... - Momo noticed.
- They are - Marika agreed, dazedly looking into the distance.
Momo placed a little bundle on Marika's lap. She jumped a bit, not expecting something like that. She looked at Momo in confusion.
- July 14th. It's your birthday, right? - Momo said with the widest grin.
- Oh! Oh, right - Marika answered in confusion - How did you…
- It's on the form you filled out when you joined our squad, silly!
- Riiight - Marika noded - You needn't…
- Of course I did! - Momo said with a mock-angry face.
Marika untied the bundle and revealed a black obi with hand-embroidered flames on the edges. The embroidery work was subtle and made with good taste.
- Ooh! It's beautiful! Thank you, Momo! - Marika hugged her.
- I wanted to make something that would remind you of our friendship - Momo mumbled through a hug.
When they broke a hug, Marika ejected a little heart shaped hado#31. Shakkahō from her finger.
- Wow. I didn't know one could do that with a hado!
- I will teach you, watch…
They stayed there for an hour more or so, until Momo perfected a heart-hado, which both of the women could easily do, since they had fire-based Zanpakuto powers, and thus natural talent for fire kido.
Aizen spent time between morning duties and evening zanjutsu practice with his squad in his chambers, reading and writing.
He, for whatever reason, felt restless. The words from the pages would not stay in his head, so he found himself reading the same page over and over.
"To hell with this… Why do I feel like expecting something? It must be the excitement of the proximity of obtaining the real hogyoku… There are already rumors about Kuchiki Rukia being assigned to Karakura Town… "
He smiled with content. Soon all his hard work will pay off. He put his head in his palm, leaning on the table with his elbow. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the other hand.
"It is not in my best interest to punish Gato in an official way… yet. She has some undeniable qualities that I can use. She is strong, her potential for growth is abysmal, she is smart and intelligent… I should find use for her. What I should do now is find more about her and get her in the palm of my hand… The fact that I now know that she leans towards forbidden things and knowledge is useful, that's the gate for how I can control her… "
He slowly closed and opened his eyes. His eyelids were heavy. He closed them again and the image of Marika walking out that morning came to his mind. He lightly blushed when her legs materialised in front of his closed eyes. He immediately opened his eyes.
"What the hell am I thinking about". He waved his hand in front of his face as if to disperse the image from before.
- Anyways; It's time to go to the zanjutsu training site - he said quietly to himself and got up to get ready.
Marika was relieved because she wasn't paired with Momo today; in fact, she couldn't be, since Momo is lieutenant, and in charge of demonstration of techniques. Captain Aizen was there to supervise and correct officers' posture and technique.
"Momo sure is a nice girl", Marika thought, "but she can be really annoying with her naivety and shelterness, and a bit too much to be around for too long.. . I imagine that, no matter what Captain said when we spoke at the Academy, Momo will be the next Captain of 5th squad, thus putting up with her will pay off… "
Before the training, Marika changed into a shirt with V-cut and long, wide sleeves, and short wide skirt with a slit. She absentmindedly did a light stretch before the training had begun.
Most of the officers from 5th squad were already there, getting ready, stretching or doing simple Zanpakutō moves. Marika was 4th seat of the 5th squad. It was a position she got right out of Soul Reaper Academy. In fact, it was one of her conditions for joining the squad. Her Zanpakutō, Hiseishin, was, in its sealed form, a dagger. It meant that she had a disadvantage in sparring with Soul Reapers with long swords, but she made up for it with prolific use of hohō. In fact, she trained on her own in order to master shunpo.
Captain Aizen and Lieutenant Hinamori arrived and greeted all officers. It meant that the training could begin.
Momo bowed and did her demonstration as Aizen occasionally strolled up and down rows of officers, gave comments and advised fellow Soul Reapers. Once he was sure everyone was doing moves the way they were supposed to, he sat and glanced left and right.
Aizen was well aware that every time Marika was in his line of sight, his eyes would focus on her until he knowingly moved them. That wasn't what bothered him, after all, he ought to keep his eye on the ones who interest him and can be of use to him. What bothered him was the fact that he felt a flush of blood in his cheeks and his heart beating only so slightly faster every time he glanced at where she was. He hoped nobody would notice it.
"It'd sure be nice if I was able to… monitor her without distractions", again he felt a slight annoyance with Momo.
In the evening, Aizen came back to his chambers. He sighed as he closed the door behind himself, threw glasses on the table and put his uniform on a hanger. With only his shitagi and loin cloth left on him, Aizen went to the bathroom to wash his face and heat water for the shower. He felt more exhausted than he usually felt at the end of the day.
Hot water felt good on skin. He rubbed his shoulders to relieve the stress and closed his eyes to enjoy drops of water on his face. As soon as he started to rewind, memories of Marika popped up in front of him: her dance with a dagger on the training site, her skirt revealing more of her thighs with each jump and turn, the calm and sure look on her face she had in the morning even though Momo was so nervous she was shaking, then the image of Marika when she stood up to leave the room, she was close enough he could see every muscle move, curves and indents of her legs and buttocks… He started repeating images of her from that perspective, going from the feet to the thighs, to the ass, then the curve of her lower back… he drew it with his finger on the tiles of the wall. As he drew it from the top and went lower, following with his eyes, he saw his penis went half-hard, slightly throbbing.
"It is natural for a man to feel the need to… relieve himself while in shower due to the intensified blood flow", he thought to himself, and lightly squeezed his member a few times.
- Mmmh… - Aizen put one hand on the wall and leaned in, while touching himself with the other.
He continued squeezing the shaft, at first lightly and then harder as he was getting harder. Then he started slowly jerking it, his hips following the movement. His eyes and teeth were shut tightly, only muffled noises escaping his lips. As he moved his hand faster down his shaft, his tip full of blood and pulsating, even though he tried to keep his mind blank, he started imagining Marika being between him and the wall. His member jumped from sudden increase of blood, tip becoming sensitive.
- AaaAhhh…! - a loud moan broke out of his mouth as the thick white liquid spilled out of his tip. He squeezed his hands in fists and hit the wall with them, panting and quivering.
Aizen stood there under the water that was getting cold, looking at the ground. He felt embarrassed for what he'd been thinking of while relieving himself, but ultimately decided not to think about it too hard.
He dried himself with a soft towel, put on a night robe and layed on a futon. Closing eyes, he put one hand on his chest and the other on the stomach, listening and feeling only his breath and heartbeat. He smiled and with that expression fell asleep.
Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. What do you think Marika wants from Aizen?
Edit: I fcked up some dates... Changed b-day and other facts accordingly
