Forever My Captain

Gin loved Aizen's throne, the very seat seemed to emanate power, but he loved the throne most when Aizen occupied it. There was something alluring about how Aizen sat in the chair. He managed to convey ultimate boredom and disinterested mixed perfectly with the power to kill a displeasing person in a second and a presence that missed nothing.

Gin loved to watch Aizen with his Espada, particularly when one of them was fool enough to act up. Aizen was powerful and commanding, but he wasn't rash or flighty. No Aizen was far from rash, even while punishing someone nothing got under Aizen skin. The entire Soul Society could descend on Las Noches and Aizen wouldn't do anything about it until his tea was finished.

Gin loved that he was the only one to fill Aizen's large white bed in Los Noches. Aizen might be a cold dispassionate leader but those words could never be used to describe him as a lover. For someone like Gin, alone since his earliest childhood, it was an amazing feeling to be at the center of Aizen's personal universe. The hardest part of their act in the Soul Society had been how necessary it had been for Aizen to be cold with him, but Aizen couldn't very well sleep with someone he 'hated.'

Aizen had said that Gin was the only person he ever thought of as his vice-captain. Gin could say much the same thing. Aizen was his only captain, and the only person he would ever be loyal to. If it meant helping Aizen Gin would die, though his soul was probably damned to hell. Death didn't bother Gin as much as the thought that he might never see Aizen again. So when the final winter war came Gin was prepared to do whatever it took to make Aizen's dream a reality.

It was a bitter cold December night and the city lights below Aizen and Gin stood out like captured stars. They themselves glowed as their white robes reflected the moons light. They were so close achieving Aizen's goal and he then would not only be Gin's captain, but his king. There had been an amazing amount of resistance, but had made no difference to Aizen and his Arrancar. They had crushed them Vizard, Shinigami, Quincy, and Human alike. Gin wondered if the humans even knew how much blood had been shed in vain in an attempt to save them. Knowing humans they probably neither knew nor cared.

They watched as the final preparations for the making of the key were put in place. Aizen watched with the cold confidence of a conqueror and Gin watched Aizen with adoration. The fact that he was watching Aizen and not the preparation was what allowed him to see the threat moments before it happened without thinking he flashstepped and caught, in Aizen's place, the blade of a sword.

Gin hissed in pain as his former vice-captain Kira Izuru's blade cut into his thin body. He smiled menacingly as he extended his sword through Kira's heart. He felt no remorse, though he had been fond of the blond, anyone who would harm Aizen didn't deserve to be left alive.

Gin fell to his knees as Aizen turned to see what the commotion was about. Gin grimaced in pain as he brought a pale hand away from his wound covered in dark sticky blood. He couldn't breathe properly and he suspected that along with the crippling weight Kira's sword inflicted on its victims the curved blade had punctured a lung. The world swayed and Gin forced his eyes up to Aizen's face. The man looked back impassively, still the unaffected leader that the even the Espada feared and respected.

"For you Aizen-tachio. Forever my captain, forever my king." Gin vision darkened at the edges but before he was lost to the world he felt a soft white cloak that smelled of Aizen descend on him and he heard Aizen's soft voice one last time,

"Thank-you my beloved."

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