A/N: Hey everybody! I hope you enjoy this small additional chapter I wrote...I think Aizen might be slightly OOC...Sorry...I hope you like it still.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Tite Kubo.

The darkness of Muken is said to eat you alive, a darkness so black it can blind your eyes. And he knew his eyes held: No regret, no remorse, noguilt.

But love.

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It starts as a mistake. Painfully aware of his Captains surveillance, he always noticed them. Grey eyes. Following, watching, analysis.

The first time they ended up in bed together both had been intoxicated beyond all means. Hardly able to form a coherent thought their lips had met, teeth clashed, tongues and bodies entwined in an desperate attempt to ease the tension coloring their every interaction.

The second time it happened he had nobody to blame but himself. His Captain had been unguarded, face slack in sleep. No grin or scowl to be found. And he had rmembered. The taste of those lips, the heat in those eyes, the sweetness of the voice that normally held command. He had been unable to resist. Brain hardly catching on as he had alredy covered those lips with his own. The heated answer he got was unexpected but welcomed.

It became a silent agreement. Never to be spoken of in the light of day, hardly words exchanged in the dead of night.

They shared intimacy in the most lacking form. Loving without words.

And so he continued to plot.

Ignoring the weakness that was so blaringly obvious. The weakness that had grey eyes and a broad smile, lithe feet always walking ahead of him.

The day he acknowledged his weakness was bleak.

The day he plotted his lovers death was dark. Rain pouring from the heavens as it did from his face in the security of his room. That day he had made love to his grey-eyed weakness for the first time. No heat or passion, hardly a word exchanged still. It was slow, sweet, silent and he hoped his sentiment carried where his words failed – where it couldn't, shouldn't.

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Blood and death and hollow marked the day he saw his love for the last time, that he saw those grey eyes that would forever manage to hold him captive, to dissect his every action, judge his every word, surveil his every movement. It was a twisted love. Painted with fear and distrust. But it was. Love.

And he knew that he would never stop. Never stop loving one Hirako Shinji.

He tried hiding his smile when he heard that they had escaped, silently thanking Yoruichi Shihoin and chastising himself for the thought – a liability for his plans; a joy for his heart.

And so he continued to plot. The fabric of his lovers Haori weighting heavier on his shoulders than it should.

His love never wavered. His eyes never strayed from their path. His path to greatness. His path to godhood.

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'You are nothing more than a failed experiment'

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'Can you smell this?'

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'I will become god.'

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'The Hogyoku has allowed me to evolve.'

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'HIYORI!'

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The blackness of the Kido-Seal took away his every vision, body hovering in darkness. His rage was bubbling, burning beneath his skin, creating a scorching path directed at Urahara Kisuke. But all his rage couldn't compare to the overwhelming sense of –

Wish to see those grey eyes defy him once more. See the passion building and buring in their stormy depths. He wanted to see them once more. Those grey eyes. Meeting brown. No death or blood or hollow.

Lithe feet always ahead of him, grey eyes surveilling him.

Yet he couldn't regret, wouldn't regret. No remorse or guilt. For those would mean he had sacrificed their love for naught.

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The darkness of Muken is said to eat you alive, a darkness so black it can blind your eyes. And he knew his eyes held: No regret, no remorse, no guilt.

But love.

And they always would.