I do not own bleach. Anyone saying otherwise is a liar. (Cherry and Tsuku are mine though)

A new AiHime story to write in between my bigger projects that are killing me slowly. Just some easy writing, really. No really complicated plot, no multiple pairings (abit odd for me), just a fairly short story that may or may not have a happy ending. I am undecided on the ending. I'm just writing this for fun and to see where it goes. So enjoy and review if you like. Comments are always nice.

1. The Discussion

It was late at night, with the moon hanging somewhere high above them in the dark sky of Huecco Mundo, and above the yellow-white sands below it, where numerous stars crept slowly into the blackness to shine, doomed never to be seen or appreciated by any of the wandering hollows that roamed this desolate and lifeless plain above the empty world and the white building in which the three traitorous shinigami now resided; known to the world as Las Noches.

And it is somewhere deep in the bowels of this building where Aizen is currently sitting, his tall frame slouching back into one of his overly large white chairs made of the finest marble in one of his rooms. Gin was sitting opposite him in another similar chair, if not a chair identical to Aizen's. And it is Aizen, the master of this white dominion, who was also in the middle of having a rather frank discussion with his white haired subordinate about his new captive, Orihime. And what they were going to do with her now they had brought her here.

"So," Aizen began, leaning his head on his hand as he thought about his latest 'problem'. "What are we going to do with her now?"

His question was only met with a knowing glance and a smile, just as Gin always responded to any of his questions.

"Ya can do whatever ya want." Gin answered, quietly grateful that the sly smile spreading across his face went unnoticed by the master in the dimly lit room. He enjoyed watching Aizen struggle to come up with a solution to his problems, it made him look human. Well, almost human anyway.

"Ya know I agree with any method ya can come up with to make her more… loyal to you. Cuz I think if ya don't make her be loyal, she's gonna cause some problems."

"Yes." Aizen said calmly, "She has already sworn herself to me. But she is still far too defiant for my liking. But I would rather not exude any force, no matter how much you condone violence." Aizen carried on, adding that last part strictly for Gin's benefit, for he was able to read Gin's thoughts like an open book. He knew of the other man's taste for violence, and he knew of Gin's ruthlessness he so often displayed to get what he wanted. But that kind of approach wasn't quite what he had in mind for his little Orihime, who was as beautiful and delicate as a fragile white swan.

"So, no violence then…" Gin sighed, not even trying to hide his disappointment. "Yer no fun."

"Gin, this situation calls for some… finesse. Something which I don't think you quite possess yet." Aizen smirked back at him, while Gin sat and scowled, deciding to himself that Aizen knew far too much about him for his liking. And at the same time thinking of something to suggest that proved Gin did in fact have at least some finesse and softer approaches to problems such as these.

"Well, how 'bout ya get to know 'er then. See what makes her tick. Maybe get under 'er skin a bit and make her forget all about this Ichigo and the rest of 'em. Prove to 'er that yer the only one that matters."

Aizen thought hard… maybe Gin had a point. Maybe he was thinking too hard for an overly elaborate solution to a simple problem when he didn't need to over-complicate matters. Of course, why not just talk to the girl and set things straight? It seemed simple enough.

"I think you have a point there." he said, with the basics of a plan formulating in his mind while he quietly weighed up the options. "Of course, I still think that this matter requires a softer touch for our delicate little Swan Queen. I wouldn't want to ruffle her feathers too much, now."

Gin just grinned, shaking his head slightly. Wondering just how subtle he had to be before Aizen knew what he was talking about.

"Of course not Aizen-sama." Gin grinned, widening his Cheshire cat-like smile just enough to disguise his train of thought – and his laughter at Aizen's obliviousness.

"We wouldn' wanna do that. But ya know, ya can always ruffle the White Swan's feathers jus' a little bit, to get 'er to play along..."

Aizen looked at him, intrigued. Gin always did talk in a confusing manner when it came to problem solving. Like he assumed everyone he spoke to and tried to help could read his mind.

"Oh, do you have an idea, Gin? Please inform me. I would very much like to know what goes on inside that pretty little head of yours."

Gin smirked, just dying to reveal to Aizen just what he was thinking about. The idea he had of how to make their precious little princess completely loyal to her new master.

"It's simple." Gin stated, letting the words slowly roll off his tongue. Drawing out the moments in which Aizen was hanging on his every word. "Seduction."

Gin watched quietly as Aizen's face changed. Ah, now it seemed he was getting it.

"Think about it." Gin said, quietly watching Aizen's face, while now drawling on in a low, almost breathy voice. "You seduce her, get her into yer bed, pleasure her, and then she'll be in the palm of yer hand. She won' say no… cuz ya can oh so easily kill that Kurosaki kid an' all her friends. It would be so simple. And then to watch ya crush her afterwards when ya don' need her anymore would just be so very entertainin' for me."

Aizen raised one of his eyebrows at Gin's suggestion, a very sly kind of smirk coming across his face as his thoughts steadily wandered through the metaphorical gutters. Now, there was a thought.

Of course, he had imagined having her in his bed on previous occasions – and hell, what man wouldn't have such fantasies about such a beautiful woman as Orihime? – so it had always been an idea he had toyed with. But those were just merely harmless fantasies; he would never really act upon them. It would be improper of him to creep into her bed at night to make such lewd advances that occurred within the confines of his imagination.

"I will admit, it is something I have thought about." Aizen continued, wrenching his mind away from the lewd thoughts. "And I guess it would be effective."

Gin's smile widened enough to show his white teeth, "See. I told ya." He said, in too smug a tone for Aizen's liking. "It'll be easy too… all ya have ta do is flash yer smile and make the eyes and she'll be fawnin' all over yer."

Aizen sighed quietly, leaning back in his chair, as if assessing the situation before he agreed to anything.

"A persuasive argument." He stated, musing to himself as he thought about the idea. "And it has been a while since I last bedded a woman. Especially a woman as fine as her…"

Gin studied him as he, his smile fixed upon his face while Aizen's expression was that of a man waist deep in thought.

"Very well." Aizen said, eventually having already made up his mind. "Bring her to me. Fetch me my Swan Queen."

Upon hearing the master's command, Gin stood up to leave, the dimness of the room managing to mask his smile as he tried to suppress a laugh of amusement as he left the room to fetch Orihime. With a sly, sly smile creeping stealthily over his face as he sauntered towards the door – this was going to be a very entertaining show for him to watch.

"As you wish, Aizen-sama."