Aizen sat in his throne room pondering the information he had collected over the last few days. Everyone was lying rather low and the information he had collected was weak, but he was able to collect one bit of information he was seeking. With this information he made a bold move on his part. However, he knew in the end it would all work out in his favor.
Walking up to the throne room door Kita was about to knock when she heard, “No need. Enter Kita.”
She sighed, pushing open the large door, walked in. Stopping before Aizen she lowered herself to one knee and bowed her head. One arm rested to her leg as her other hand rested to the hilt of her zanpakuto.
“You requested to see me, Aizen?”
Aizen looked out at Kita and smirked, his head was resting in his hand as his arm was propped up on the armrest of his throne. “So we are back to Aizen are we?”
As Kita lifted her head, Aizen was before her, his hand wrapped around her neck. Starting to lift her to her feet by her neck, Kita rose with his actions of lifting her upward. She could not help, but look into his eyes as his locked with hers.
“So sinister, bitter and evil,” Kita thought to herself, “This man is more heartless than his Espada that have no heart at all. How could the gods allow such a creature to walk any realm of existence?” Kita’s feet were still touching the floor at this time
“Who am I, Kita?” he asked her.
“Sousuke Aizen, former Captain and traitor,” Aizen’s grip got tighter, but Kita continued her sentence, “of division five,” his grip still tighter and she could feel her feet leaving the floor, she still continued, “and of... the Gotei 13.”
Kita’s feet now dangled below her as she grabbed at Aizen’s hand, she chocked out, “Kill – m…me, but that – w…ill not — change who – YOU are.”
Aizen dropped her where they stood as Kita landed in a kneeling position and was looking down when she felt Aizen’s hand touch her shoulder. Her gripped her shoulder tightly and started to lift her again. Kita followed his actions once more. Looking in Kita’s eyes, Aizen smirked as his hand moved from her shoulder to her chin. He took a tight hold on it and made her look into his eyes.
“You belong to me. Not Ulquiorra Schiffer. Not Kisuke Urahara. Not the Soul Society and definitely; Not the Gods any longer. You will referee to me as lord Aizen and lord Aizen only.”
Kita tried to turn away as Aizen tightened his grip and jerked her head back to look at him again, “say it.” Aizen ordered her.
Kita bit your lower lip as she shook her head.
“Say It!” Aizen ordered her again with a little more force.
Closing her eyes and trying to lower her head, Aizen jerked her head upward.
“I SAID SAY IT!” Aizen demanded.
Kita still remained silent as Aizen released her and backhanded her to the floor.
Kita now sitting to the floor she looked up at Aizen, rage filled her eyes and her blood coursed hot within her veins.
“One day judgment will be past upon you for your wrong doings.”
Aizen walked over picking Kita up by her forearm and jerking her close to him. Blood trickled down her chin and onto her uniform. Again he locked eyes with Kita.
“However, until then, you will do as I say, or your life here will be hell in carnet. Is that understood?”
Kita said nothing as she glared into his eyes; again he grabbed her chin still holding on to her arm, his grip getting ever tighter.
“Do you? Understand?” Aizen growled.
Kita all of a sudden jerk away from him hard as Aizen shoved her back. Falling to the floor she watched as Aizen reached for his sword drawing it from the sheath. He stepped toward Kita and raised it above her.
"I can't say I will miss this or you." Aizen told her.
Kita watched eyes widened as the sword came down on top of her.
Turning from Kita, Aizen flicked his wrist cleaning his blade of the blood, and re-sheathed his sword. Loly and Menoly then entered the throne room, bowing their heads to Aizen.
“Lord Aizen?”
Aizen looked over his shoulder at the two, “You know what to do with her. Report back to me when it is done.”
The two nodded and walked over to Kita picking up her cold, still body and left the throne room.
“Lord Ulquiorra is going to be pissed.” Menoly spoke softly as they walked down the hall.
“PFT! Lord Ulquiorra could give two shits about this bitch. He will probably be glad she is out of his hair.” Loly replied.
Menoly looked down at the lifeless Kita thinking to herself, “If the rumors are true. We all are in big trouble for this.”
Continued to: Fearful
