Author's Notes:

Woo! It's been a while! I haven't uploaded anything in a loong time, but I've been on a writing kick lately and I decided to try to write something.

A friend and me were discussing Aizen's apparent unwillingness to let Hinamori move on..which is what inspired this. Really, the man seems to enjoy being the cause of her getting shanked. Yes. Shanked. I like that word.

Title: Plaything

Rating: T

Pairing: AiHina, and maaaybe one-sided KiraHina..if you look really hard.

As always, I do not own Bleach. Sadly.

By nature, Aizen Sousuke was a possessive man.

He was possessive of his position, arrogant in regards to his own power. However, nothing brought that flame of covetousness as much as his devoted subordinate.

Hinamori Momo's admiration for her captain made her easily manipulated. It was simple, and perhaps due to how easily she was swayed, the little fukutaichou became one of Aizen's favorite toys. A perfect marionette, whose would bend beautifully to each gentle pull of strings.

He asked for her loyalty, she gave it blindly.

She gave her admiration, her 'love' blindly too. And to continue pulling those strings as long as need be, Aizen was all she wished him to be. He was kind, gentle..and when the time came, that worked to every advantage he needed.

After his death, his marionette was quick to try to avenge him, to listen obediently to the letter that he left her. She turned her sword against her childhood friend without considering any other options, simply because he wished it. She went to every length imaginable to avenge him, and that was why she was his favorite toy. In everything he asked of her, she disregarded logic, common sense. She was the perfect pawn.

Admittedly, Aizen had not planned on killing her himself. The choice was only made when another showed too much interest in his plaything. Ichimaru's vice-captain did everything they asked, and he only requested one thing in return. He asked, begged that Hinamori not be hurt. Of course the two captains agreed, but that was when the wheels began turning.

Though she had outlived her usefulness when she had failed to kill Hitsugaya, Hinamori was still his plaything. Her body, her soul, her love was his and his alone.

Now that his toy was no longer amusing, he wanted to break it so that no one else could have it.

And so, when she came to him, with smiles and tears reserved solely for him, he did just that. He destroyed her. He left her broken and bleeding on the floor within the living quarters of the Central 46. It proved to be useful for provoking and cutting down the young captain of the 10th Division as well. Two birds with one stone, so to say. Even if she survived the wound, Aizen knew that his vice-captain would be shattered to the very core of her existence. There was no recovering. No matter what they did, no one would be able to put his puppet back together again.

Naturally, Aizen was surprised when she followed the captains and vice-captains. She was not broken..not as he had assumed she would be. She was swift to raise her sword against the enemies of Soul Society..his new subordinates. That simply would not do. The strings were his to pull..and his alone. If that meant that he had to break her again, then so be it. If that was what it took to keep anyone else from claiming his possession.

He let her beloved Shiro-chan reopen the old wound. And as he watched from the sidelines after dispatching Kira and Iba, he could hear the breaking point, the betrayal in that pathetically beautiful why. Whether she lived or died, she was always his plaything. His and his alone.

After all, he simply didn't share.