dark color

Aizen suddenly got tired of pretending to be stupid, and it really annoyed him to keep going around this topic.

This boy, and all those who claimed to like him, actually saw his appearance, didn't they?

That gentle senior is just his hypocritical shell, just an illusion without warmth.

If it is, if it is the real him, will anyone still like him? ——that dirty, cruel, and cruel soul, that true self full of resentment and ambition.He suddenly looked forward to how people would behave when they saw this side of him. Did they avoid it, or were they horrified and disgusted?

So he laughed lowly, the trembling chest made the white-haired boy involuntarily blush.He suddenly realized what he had just said, and stammered in defense, "I...I mean..."

But his chin was caught and lifted without mercy.

He widened his eyes, "So, Soyousuke?"

The slender white fingers moved ambiguously on the round chin. Such a strange feeling made him tremble slightly. He saw the boy opposite him narrow his eyes, but he couldn't stop the strange light that flashed away in his eyes.

The gentle aura around the young man did not know when it would disappear, and even the smile on his lips carried a sense of danger.He slowly took off his glasses, revealing a pair of bottomless deep pools.

######### Every time those memories are vivid, his hatred will deepen.

#########So, Shishiro, maybe deep down in my heart, I hate you, together with the whole world.

If none of you existed, wouldn't I have to leave my family and become a puppet of God?When a person does not even have freedom, the so-called self-esteem and pride are just empty words.These things have long been covered with blood, and then shattered into pieces, not even leaving him a chance to put them together. —It was just to vent his anger, he knew it.But so what?This hatred has long since penetrated into his bones, his blood, and even his soul.

And his love is not fake.

There are not many people who can get his true tenderness, and Shishiro Ukitake happens to be one of them.No matter how he pretends, he is not the real Aizen Soyousuke after all. This love that contains hatred is unique and belongs only to this soul.

He laughed and showed him his eyes without reservation.

"What's the matter? Why don't you talk? Even if it's me like this, do you still insist?"

He leaned closer to the boy's flushed face, and breathed warm breath on his skin ambiguously, "Or do you regret it?"

The eyes of the person in front of him were evil and full of aggression.He had never seen Soyousuke like this before.

The body clamors for danger, but the spirit is reluctant to stay away.It's almost like being poisoned.

This kind of Aizen was terribly unfamiliar, which made him tremble involuntarily.

"I……"

Fuzhu found himself speechless.

A warm thing covered it, the boy's eyes widened, and he felt the burning pain in his jaw being caught.

It was a kiss without any emotion, full of aggression, madness and arrogant possession, so cold that it was shocking.

He looked into his brown eyes, which didn't close even at this moment.

Such coldness seems to be able to penetrate into the soul of a person all the time.

He thought, he finally understood the person in front of him a little bit, from such a cold kiss.

This ruthless boy who wears a smile as a mask, Ukitake thought in a daze, Soyousuke, you actually...

"Crackle handle! Mirror flower and water moon!"

The white-haired boy opened his eyes wide in shock, unconsciously flashing a struggling expression, and finally closed his eyes powerlessly.

Catching the boy's limp falling body, Aizen stared deeply at his defenseless sleeping face.

Gently brushing away the broken hair on the young man's face, Aizen lowered his eyes, unexpectedly, he would have such a day out of control.But even so, the churning love-hate feelings in his heart did not calm down, he closed his eyes, and said slowly in his heart, don't come near me, Shishiro.Otherwise, he will not be able to bear it and ruin him.

Of course, he was also destroyed at the same time.

Aizen raised the corners of his mouth, and then smiled slightly.He stood up, walked to a tree not far away, and picked up the things left there by the owner.

####### "Hey, why did I..."

Blocking the already glaring sunlight with his hands, the white-haired boy opened his eyes in confusion, "Ah, Soyousuke!"

"What's the matter, Shishiro?"

The boy sitting next to him turned his head, with his familiar and attached gentle smile.The glasses blocked the young man's eyes, only the corners of his lips were curved, his appearance was picturesque.

"He actually fell asleep while talking..."

He held his forehead in annoyance, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Did I cause you trouble, Soyousuke?"

"Don't say that, I'm also very happy to be with Shishiro, not to mention..."

The boy's voice was tinged with a little smile and distant, "Shishi Lang looks so cute when he's asleep..."

"Soyousuke!"

The white-haired boy was a little annoyed, his fair face was flushed red, and his eyes moved down unnaturally, "Hey, what is this?"

He pointed to the white scarf held in the hand of the young man, and he always felt that it looked very familiar.

"Ah, this?"

The gentle boy raised the silver and white wind flower gauze in his hand, and smiled meaningfully, "I found it~" He lowered his eyes, "Really, it is obviously a very important thing, how can you be so careless? ?”

Silver and white wind flower yarn, the symbol of the Kuchiki family.Actually... so panicked, can't even take care of this?

As expected, he was still a child, Bai Zai.

########## "Twelve Fans!"

The boy named Jingle Shunsui cried out in shock.

"Spring water!"

The white-haired boy held him back, while looking at the boy sitting next to him with puzzled and worried eyes.

"But that's Twelve Fans! Fourteenth Lang, let me go!"

All of a sudden, he rushed to the boy who was sitting in An, "Why do you still look so stable at this time!"

"Spring Water,"

The boy's voice was gentle and soothing, which naturally calmed the frizzy boy.Taking a sip of the tea in front of him, Aizen said calmly, "I don't think there is anything wrong with Twelve Fans."

"The question is not whether this is good or not!"

Jingle Shunsui scratched his hair, "Souyousuke, your Kidou Slashing Technique is so good for nothing, don't you think it's a pity to be a researcher?"

"Ah, is that so? In Chunshui's eyes, my evaluation is really high."

The boy looked at him and smiled.

"you……"

Facing such a person, Jingle Chunshui really felt speechless.

He sighed in frustration, took a sip of the tea cow in front of him, and then said slowly, "Sometimes Shishiro and I really don't understand you...you don't even know what you're thinking..."

His tone was a little low.

The boy's eyes flashed, but it was hidden under the reflective glasses.

"how could be?"

He raised his head, bent his eyes and showed his usual smile, "I really want to go to Twelfth Fan, not to mention that the Technology Development Bureau is very interesting."

"Hey, are you serious, Soyousuke!"

The boy yelled.

"When did I ever make such a joke?"

Aizen's voice was still gentle, but with irrefutable firmness.

Kyoraku and Ukitake looked at each other, and understood that it was impossible for Soyousuke to change his mind.

"what!"

Jingle ruffled her black hair in frustration, took another look at her friend and suddenly lifted the curtain and walked out.

"Spring water!"

The gentle boy was about to get up, but was pushed down by his white-haired companion.

"Leave him alone for a while,"

He said lightly, looking at him with beautiful amber eyes, but the emotion contained in it was not as calm as his tone.

"Besides, even if you catch up with him, Soyousuke, you won't change your mind, will you?"

Aizen froze and nodded silently.

"Hehe, Chun Shui knew this, so he went out like this."

The white-haired boy showed a bitter smile, "Although Soyousuke is very gentle, the things you decide will never change."

"At this time, Chunshui and I feel that Soyousuke, who is usually very kind and gentle, seems to be far away from us."

"Fourteen Lang..."

"We can't understand, what is Soyousuke thinking at this time?"

He held his hand and tightened it, "Soyousuke is always so good that he is almost perfect, as if we don't need to worry about anything. But, I still worry about it. Not only about Soyousuke, but also Yes, we, who have been unable to catch up with you...if Soyosuke is in a world beyond our reach, what shall we...do?"

"But... we will be separated one day,"

Aizen pushed his glasses and said indifferently.What stands between them is not just death and deceit... He is not a person who can belong to himself, so how can he belong to these few people, or this world?

He lowered his head and looked coldly at his friends, his companions, and even those who admired him in his heart but whose memory he erased.

Aizen didn't shake off his hand, but Fuzhu felt that what he was holding was just a phantom.

"Chun Shui has always hoped to go to the same team as you, and I...so do."

He said in a low voice, but he didn't know that this was the second time the boy in front of him heard the same words.

This time, he didn't wait for the answer from the person opposite.The boy who has always been known for his gentleness did not speak.He just remained silent, and then slowly and little by little withdrew his hand.

The lifted door curtain made a melodious sound, and Ai Ran's backlit figure was colder than ever before. He didn't look back, so he didn't notice how the young man whose eyes were stung by the sunlight lowered his eyes sadly.

And the white-haired boy naturally couldn't hear the curse in his heart.

The voice that kept pounding inside said that there was only one thing that was necessary... wanting power, wanting to be as powerful as anyone else.other...whatever...

Anything can be discarded.