Only now does he know how deeply mistaken he had been that day, when he was roaring at the top of his lungs in a fit of raw, unfiltered rage at the human boy who dared to oppose him.
“You lost, Kurosaki Ichigo. Look. My sword is disappearing. You know what this means...”
The shocking truth is that Aizen misunderstood what that really meant, at least in that moment.
Now, he has all the time in the world to ponder that fateful day, and he can't even tell which part of his defeat wounds him the most. Is it the fact that a mere human surpassed him, or that a mind as brilliant as Urahara's would rather stand for the marionette king than join his righteous cause?
Or perhaps it's as simple as it sounds – he lost, and Aizen has never lost before. He lost more than just a battle.
He lost control over the Hōgyoku, and so his well-earned, transcendental powers faded away like a morning mist, leaving him empty and bitter.
He lost his zanpakutō, abandoning it at his own reckless wish to transcend beyond the need for it.
And the worst of it all, he lost his composure, letting his enemies see the real him – a desperate man, not a god; a man filled with spite and anger, sick and tired of how the world operates.
Never before has he shown this part of himself to the outside world. The memory of it feels like a nail scratching at an open wound. It feels embarrassing, like standing bare in front of a laughing crowd. What he hates most is being in the wrong, and he was wrong – and so he lost.
Sealed away and thrown into Muken, there is nothing Aizen can do now to undo the damage. What he does have is time – plenty of it. His captors can be sure he will make good use of it.
Down under the First Division's barracks, at the bottom level of the Central Prison, nothing but silence surrounds him. No sound disturbs his meditation.
The black prisoner garb they made him wear is meant to weaken him, it leaches onto his body, eating at his reiatsu like a pesky parasite.
It doesn't matter, not with Aizen's enormous amount of spiritual power.
Bakudō spikes keep him in place, piercing his chest and burrowing into his soul with a burning heat. Urahara’s handiwork. It's a little painful, but nothing Aizen Sōsuke can't handle.
He is the god among the Shinigami after all, superior to any other being in every possible way.
The restraints around his arms and legs keep him immobilized, keep him hanging from the Muken's cross like a divine martyr. Each time he so much as twitches a finger, the bindings tighten around him, letting him know that there is no escape.
No way to get outside.
But there is always the opposite direction.
With his eyes closed beneath the seals, Aizen shuts himself off from the thick darkness around him, the sensation of restraints and bindings trapping his body, even his own thoughts and feelings. He dives into the depths of his soul – something he hasn't done in hundreds of years, but after his defeat it needs to be done – he has to understand, to refine himself, make himself flawless.
The cold brightness awaits him on the other side of the darkness, forcefully invading his stimulus-deprived eyes with the flash of light, causing him to squint. When he gets used to this light, he steps forward, heels clicking on the shiny surface.
The Hall of Mirrors.
The place is a huge, empty sphere made of countless mirrors. They cover every wall, every curve, under his feet, and above his head. As he walks toward the center, he can see thousands, if not millions of his own images reflecting back at him from every possible angle.
Right at the center stands a small, cylindrical column, no taller than a few feet.
Aizen reaches down to touch the top, his fingers brushing against the smooth reflective surface. As he presses down on the right spot, an invisible mechanism clicks in place.
With a quiet hiss, the lid slides to the side, revealing what's hidden inside the container.
A small glass-like orb, glowing blue and purple.
The Hōgyoku – a truly magnificent entity able to make gods and monsters.
The little thing rests innocently in his palm, relentlessly swirling an insane amount of pure energy.
The power that once was his. And it still can be.
He smiles to himself, a small, confident smile, as he closes his fingers around the wish-granting orb.
“Show me,” he commands, voice soft but decisive.
The Hōgyoku seems to obey him.
All the mirrors in the hall start to tremble slightly. Then, they slowly shift, light flickers inside them.
The space keeps changing before Aizen's eyes, morphing into something else. Soon, it's no longer the spherical chamber, but something entirely different.
Aizen stands in the middle of the well-maintained garden. The grass is soft and soothing under his bare feet. He can feel the coolness coming from the ground, not yet scorched by the summer sun. The crescent moon hangs above his head in the cloudless sky.
It's May – he can tell by the constellations visible from his spot, and by the picturesque sight of blooming white azaleas, and purple garlands of wisteria flowers cascading down from the heavy branches. He takes in the fresh, pleasant scent of the night air.
A perfect illusion, so intricate and detailed that Aizen can almost believe he is there, and not down in Muken.
“Interesting,” he muses, looking around. He knows that garden; it feels oddly nostalgic, like a long-forgotten memory coming back against his will.
“So this is where I want to be, how ironic…”
He looks down at his hands, the Hōgyoku has vanished from within his grasp, but his arms are free of restraints – no prisoner garb anymore. Instead, he is wearing his old black Shinigami uniform, and a white haori with the symbol of the Fifth Division.
“Good grief,” he sighs, smiling absentmindedly. The Hōgyoku is playing dirty tricks on him.
He takes a walk around the garden of his former division, just as he used to. It feels like ages have passed since he last did that, though in reality, he was still the captain less than five months ago. He strolls toward the small pond to admire the koi fish. Frogs are loud, as he expects them to be, croaking relentlessly for their future mates’ attention.
He has always enjoyed solitary midnight walks like that. It was when he pondered his grand plan, away from dull faces and the empty pleasantries of his subordinates.
The garden of the Fifth Division – Aizen finds it inspiring. To him, it is a prime example of how nature bends to the will of a skilled gardener, creating something intentionally beautiful.
He thinks himself a master gardener, and the rest of the world is nothing more than plants he can rearrange as he sees fit. What a waste of potential – locking him away, when he is the only one capable of reshaping this world.
Aizen's walk, and his train of thought, comes to an abrupt halt before he reaches the small bridge, leading across the pond.
He senses a presence before he spots her.
There she stands, midway through the arch of the red wooden bridge, gazing at the water. The gold, floral ornaments on her emerald-green kimono glitter in the moonlight, making her look noble.
Aizen cannot see her face, but he knows, he simply senses she is displeased with him, avoiding him on purpose.
Yet he tries to reach her.
“It's been a while,” he says in a calm voice, and with a gentle smile, as he approaches.
She turns her head toward him.
Her face is a mirror set in a golden frame, and as she looks at him, Aizen see only his own reflection.
Now this is a request! Everyone is thirsting over him in Muken haha. I can understand why lol. This would make such a good fic not gonna lie. If anyone requests it I might do it. 😯😉
‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵
-You only had limited amount of time.
- You're honestly lucky that the soul society let you visit him but of course you had come with Shunsui since he had the keys.
- He let you choose one key to unlock.
-you decided to unlock his mouth so you were able to talk to him.
-You were upset to see him strapped up and bounded like that.
-Yet, it was oddly arousing to see.
- The gaze he gave you once you seen him was... Intense.
- Shunsui unlocked the key to his mouth and said you had ten minuets, waiting right outside the building.
-"Welcome to my Soul Soceity, love. "
-"Such a Shame to see you like this. "
-You missed that smug look he always had on his handsome face.
-"Doesn't it seem so lonely without me? " He inquired.
- He knows that answer just by the look on your face.
-You were able to crawl in his lap, making him look at you in the eyes.
- You both stared at each other intensely, feeling eachother's warmth. It had been so long...
- "Yes it has... I miss you dearly." You admitted to him.
-You then lean forward to kiss him on the lips, it was passionate, and lustful.
-Of course he returned it, he missed them afterall.
-You pulled away from him, watching his eyes. You could tell he was cooking something up.
-"If you really mean it, why don't you convince him to unlock more of the locks? "
-You tilted your head, before giving him a smirk, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.
-"What's in it for me? "
-His eyes widened as you begin to kiss him down his neck. He loathed being strapped and bounded.
-"I think You know. " You could see the visible irritation in his eye.
-"Times Up. " You heard from Shunsui outside the door.
-You both glanced at each other before you got up.
"What a shame. Ten minuets is barely enough time to catch up with one another. "
- You took your hand, cupping both of his cheeks with your thumb and finger, squishing them together to pucker his lips before grazing them with yours.
-I'm sure I can think of a plan to get you out....hopefully." You whispered very quietly to him, getting off of his lap.
-"I'll see you later, Sosuke. " You made your way out the door while Shunsui locked the one and only lock.
-You blew him a kiss, exiting the room.
-He looked over at you suspiciously, you were such a mischievous little temptress.
-And once he escapes this infernal chair he will know the first thing he will do.
Yes! Request will always be open until I get too overwhelmed with them.😁 Ooo boy now THIS is request right here LOL. And that's fine you can request anything however you want as long it isn't hate. Also of course you can LT❤ anon. I hope you enjoy it! 👷
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Everything was so overwhelming for the both of you.
You weren't expecting to be in this situation, and Aizen seductively biting your neck.
It was simple, you don't come while he teases you. here
It was a game that you two always played but this time it was more serious.
You leaned your head back, trying to focus on something else as Aizen grazed his black, gloved hands over your sensitive cavern. He didn't look amused, but you could tell that there was a hint of something in his eye as he watched you submit to him with each rub.
"H-how did you get loose?" You managed to squeak out, whimpering as he abused your clit, thumbing it in circles. You almost regret teasing him all those times when you visited him.
"Did I say you could speak? " His voice was demanding, slowing the pace of his rubbing to further edge you.
"N-no..." You whimpered out, you looked pathetic and that was what Aizen loved about seeing you like this. He could do anything to you, he had the power to physically and mentally break you even in Muken. He took his other hand, using his thumb to rub your erected nipple, now teasing both of your sensitive areas. This was pure torture to you and his constant rubbing was becoming more unbearable as your orgasm grew. Biting your lip, you squint your eyes shut, moaning out with pure pleasure and pain.
"It looks like you're about to come." He gradually slowed his pace down at agonizing speed, watching your face twist with agony.
It was erotic for the both of you, and it was almost too tempting to take you right then and there. Unfortunately, you have to learn your lesson.
His pace was still agonizingly slow until he completely stopped rubbing you, the cold air of the prison touching your warm, wet cavern made you throb. You gasped, visibly frustrated that he abruptly seized his addictive touch.
"Apologize." He was serious and it almost frightening. You swallowed, eyes widened with pure shock. "I'm sorry!"
He shook his head, "That won't do." His hand slowly rubbed your cavern, this time hitting your g-spot and your clit. "Apologize properly and with respect. " your mind was on overdrive, and right now all you want to do is come. "I apologize for teasing you all these months." You sounded miserable but also sincere. Aizen watched you, hitting your g -spot at an agonizing speed, clearly in thought. Luckily the apology was good enough for Aizen. "Good, but you are not allowed to come."He began to speed up his movements, going harder and deeper into you, the ache in your lower region drastically grew as he fingered you rough and hard. He was ruthless but it made things more fun when he got like this. You knew teasing him all these times would eventually get to him, but it was worth it.
"Beg." Aizen stated, he looked unamused by your pathetic display but if you look close enough you could see he was thoroughly enjoying the view below him.
" B-but.. " You cried out, you want to come so badly.
"You aren't allowed to come until I say so. If you come before I say, then I will make you regret it." He was so cold, ruthless, but it made everything sexier.
Your toes curled as you leaned your head back, holding in everything as he kept torturing you. "Please let me come! Please!..please...! please..!" You were crying at this point, but that didn't stop Aizen for letting you come.
He stood up, watching you squirm below him.
"W-what?" You couldn't believe that he stopped again, you continued to cry as he licked your juice off of his hand, even with one eye covered his stare was so attractive.
Suddenly, he turned around, making his way back to to his chair without saying another word. You sobbed loudly, realizing what was happening.
" Times up, next time you will think before teasing and defying me again. " With that, all the keys were locked and he bound once again, you watched in horror as everything went into back into place.
He knew exactly your place in this relationship and so did you.
Even when he was trapped in this forsaken prison.
What if the central 46 just released a swarm of small fluffy kittens to Muken?
That would be very cruel of them, because we know that the lowest level of the Central Underground Prison keeps only the immortal prisoners who are not being fed. Which means, soon there will be a carpet of little skeletons decorating Muken's floor. How climatic...
