“…My loyalty, eh? Have I done somethin’ wrong, cap’n?”
His smile faltered—and while this act was in many ways rare, it was not so startling a gesture to invoke a drastic reaction. Gin’s smile was more often marred downwards when compared to the amount of times his sharpened gaze fully took in the light of day. His shoulders straightened.
The question that sat upon his lips did not leave the air around him even as the rising tension of this supposed offer he couldn’t refuse raised its head between them both. The scales along Gin’s skin swelled, shuddered, then dissipated in an act of adaptation. An offer he couldn’t refuse? The stone that fell into his stomach told him of a challenge; had Aizen lost all further interest in him? Was he being tested due to the fact that his uses were dried up and this fleeting amusement was all he could offer now? How unfortunate. Shinso hissed at his hip; should the other try anything in an attempt to ‘dispose’ of him (as he so often did to subordinates that lost their value) …would Gin survive it?
At this point——the outcome was indeterminable. Believing that he could take Aizen’s blade without fail would be an arrogant and foolish notion. This man had a knack for the cloak and dagger approach to subduing enemies and securing allies, so Gin knew to tread lightly.
He could only wait for this unavoidable blow to be administered with slight apprehension.
Is it her?
I know what you did wrong.
And how the silveret shivered, a devotee to the cruel despot ‘til the end of time itself, hackles raised like a dog at his master’s heels. Nay, the other was useful yet, or the
false God would have torn him apart so very long ago ( when his right-hand man was not yet a man, but a boy with the innocence of youth — & yet did Ichimaru Gin always possess a darkness that had been waiting to be kindled, uplifted in order to paint his soul entire. ) Aizen would see that day soon, but an inch of purity remained still in the younger’s heart: an inch dedicated to the vivacious temptress that he had fallen ill to ( ILL ILL ILL, LOVE IS A SICKNESS, LUST IS A WEAKNESS! ) And therefore, his mind dictated that the next piece of the puzzle would come in the form of that woman, here to this place of grey NOTHINGNESS [ despair of his heart ] Hueco Mundo.
“No no, Gin, but you must understand… a single doubt does not bode well with me. And therefore, I have decided to offer you a gift.”
Bring the Gotei wench here to satisfy your weakness and seal the cracks. Bring her here to banish your impending desire to rebel against my authority, bring her here to remind you that as easily as I can reward you? I can take everything away.
What a vile ruler he was indeed, but oh, how he delighted in it.
“What if…I were to bring you Matsumoto Rangiku?”
"——y’left for so long it’s hard to imagine thatcha were up t’any good."
' & yet i always return, gin — mh, so you’ve missed me, i’m flattered. ‘
Was Aizen really rejected by the Hougyoku?
the Hougyoku’s ability takes in the “hearts” in its surroundings and then materializes them.
but if that’s so, then maybe Aizen wished himself that he would lose his power.