Jazz night- Shinji Hirako/Sosuke Aizen x Reader
The classic jazz singer AU! Gotta admit, it's a guilty pleasure if mine. But thought I'd try to write for Shinji and Aizen, trying something a lil' different. Also- I am not a song writer. Sorry if the singing parts are crap. They're not AI, just poorly written lol Enjoy!
Content warning- Mentions of alcohol.
Word count- 1,149.
“Midnight smooth cigarette, my lungs can’t cope.
Lips parting in refrain while I can only hope.
Those smoked eyes meet mine through the crowd.
Smoke fills my head as I drown in its cloud.”
You sang, swaying to the slow bass and piano duet behind you. Emerald silk clung to your curves and brushed against your wrists as you stood in front of the crowd of the Ryuoken bar. You took small steps, each step in tune to the music. With the microphone in hand, you swayed your hips with each step.
“Heaven knows where I’ll end up.
In your arms or with smeared makeup.
Try as I might to reject the flame,
It still burns lovers all the same.”
Your glove brushed the shoulders of Shinji Hirako, your faithful pianist. His iconic grin flashed in the corner of your eyes as you walked past the grand piano. Long slender fingers tickled the ivories as you looked over the crowd.
It was a Tuesday so the regulars to your sets filled the seats. Old mean oogling your body like a prized flank of meat at a butcher's. Beer and whiskies flowed as your melodic voice carried through. You would look out to the crowd as you sang, the old stage fright adage of “picture everyone naked” not helping the anxieties in your abdomen. But one set of dark eyes caught yours. A new pair that belonged to a younger man. Tailor fitted suit, a red tie dangling neatly. Brown hair slicked back except for one strand framing his chiselled face. Tall, dark and handsome would be how the other singers would refer to him. He sat in the middle of the room, what seemed to be body guards either side of him. One man with glasses covering a portion of his face and another with a grin that seemed plastered on. The mystery man would occasionally lean towards the guards, saying something that you couldn’t make out over the microphone’s echo.
“Hold me as the flame licks my skin,
I always knew you’d lead me to sin.
Midnight smooth cigarette, my lungs can’t cope.
The flames will break this tightrope."
You sighed as you finished holding the final note. As the crowd clapped and cheered, you gave a short bow before blowing some kisses into the air. Your eyes caught the mystery man as he mimed grabbing a kiss and placing his fingers against his lips. A heat creeped up your neck and face. No one had done that before and made you feel so… Warm. You left the stage, partially glad the night was finally over.
“A wonderful night as always, doll.” Shinji said as he leant against the doorframe with his arms crossed. A hint of flirtation always The nights you sang for the bar, the small private room in the back was converted into a mini dressing room. You brought in a lot of money so it was the least they could do to keep you happy. A smile crossed your lips as you rubbed the red lipstick from your lips. “Thanks to you, handsome. That piano solo was out of this world.” You replied with the same bite of flirtation. Flirting was part of your language to one another. Never crossing the line into more despite every opportunity presenting itself. Like tonight. Shinji had knocked while you were removing your makeup. The emerald dress and heels had been replaced with a sleek black bathrobe and slippers.
“It’s nothin’ a professional like me can’t handle.” He replied as he closed the door behind him.
“Hey, while you’re here, any chance you spied that guy with the two goonies beside him? He kept looking between you and me.”
Shinji tilted his head as contemplation crossed his features. “Who?” “You know. The guy in the white suit. Brown hair and eyes, red tie? Sat in the middle.”
He sighed slightly, his hands gripping the sleeves of his shirt a touch tighter.
“Aizen. Sousuke Aizen. Didn’t recognize him at first but it was definitely him.” Sosuke Aizen… Unusual name. Shinji uncrossed his arms as he took a step closer. “Promise me you won’t get involved with him, alright doll?” Shinji spoke in a serious tone.
You turned to face him now being the one tilting your head in confusion. “Why not?” “He’s no good. He’s an underground crime boss in the area so he’s bad news. I don’t want you gettin’ involved with a lousy guy like that.” He replied. You sat quietly for a moment before he took your hand in his. His iconic slender fingers gently squeezed your hand. A light, almost electric like buzz passed where your skin met his. “Promise me.” He muttered without taking his eyes off you. Shinji’s eyes were brown but not as dark as the mysterious Aizen’s. His had an almost lighter, more crystalised quality to them as they stared into yours. “I promise, Shinji. I’m not gonna get involved with crime bosses, you know me. This job pays too well for me to give up.” You squeezed his hand back. Shinji’s demeanor seemed to ease slightly, his smile returning to that carefree look you’re so used to.
“Thanks, doll. Hey, how about you and me go for dinner and drinks this weekend? My treat.”
You hummed in fake contemplation before grinning.
“If you insist~” You said with a sweetness in your voice reserved for him and him only. Shinji’s smile widened. “It’s a date then.” He said before turning his back. With a wave of his wrist, he wished you a goodnight before slipping back into the bar.
You sat, grinning widely. A date with your pianist? How scandalous! You continued getting yourself ready to head home. Slipping into a less flashy dress, small heels and a heavy black coat. As you gathered your things, another knock came to the door. You huffed a laugh as you went to answer it. “Shinji, you ready to-” You stopped as you looked at the person, who clearly wasn’t your pianist. Dark brown eyes, like vortexes pulling you in.
“I’m sorry but I’m definitely not Shinji. My name's Sosuke Aizen, my dear.” He responded, his hand held out. You placed your hand in his with a mutter of your name. “Enchanting.” he whispered against your knuckles as he placed a kiss against them “You sing like a song bird.”
“Glad you enjoyed the show, stranger.” You responded with a polite smile.
“How about I take you for dinner one night?” Sosuke suggested. That familiar heat crept up your face. “I-I’m flattered but…” “I’ll give you my card. Have a think about it.” Aizen’s other hand extended to you with a sleek card between his index and middle fingers. You took it after a moment of hesitation. Aizen smiled warmly before heading down the hall.
A date with Shinji… Or a date with Sosuke?
