Gin Ichimaru

well I give up on this smiling man. whoever wants him can take him! Moved to adoption

"Have you ever wanted to abandon me, Gin?"

Aizens cold tone seemed to lighten for just a second. Perhaps he truly cared for his young ally? Or maybe he was truly lonely. After all, all of those he once lived with were now his enemies. They sat in silence for a few seconds....after all, this caught Gin by surprise.
Gin’s eyes open, slowly at first. He glances over at the teapot resting on the table, before his gaze moves to regard his leader, the man who taught him everything he knew. There was a hatred that burned in those blue orbs, one that he worked hard to keep hidden from everyone. Constant slitted eyes, a perfect facade… a mask that would beat anyone else’s. He wondered if Aizen had already noticed… if he already knew.

Abandon him? Leaving Aizen behind wasn’t exactly how Gin would describe what he wanted to do. He had thought about it for over a century now. No… it wasn’t about abandoning him. It was about being the one to end his life, and take back what he wrongfully stole from his dearest childhood friend. It had always been about that…
Bright blue eyes, not often shown to his leader, gazed back into dark chocolate ones. A serious tone filled the air as Gin cleared his throat. His mask would have to reach new depths now. Perhaps it was one of his final tests.

"No, Sousuke. I haven’t thought ‘bout abandoning you. Maybe when yah go off an’ leave me here fer days, or weeks without tellin’ me what’s so important that ya gotta run off without a word… but I ain’t gonna leave yah."

The smirk is echoed, somewhat hollowly, a mask speaking about a mask, and the death of one- Aizen slips a little deeper into contemplation, returning Gin’s banter with an almost toneless air.

"But what if I fight only for myself, and my own selfish reasons?

"Well, there ain’t nothin’ wrong wit that I s’pose"

Gin shrugs, taking a final gulp of his tea before placing the now-empty ceramic cup down onto the table

"That ain’t any big sorta news ta me, Aizen-sama."

Once again hiding before his ever apparent smirk, Gin slips into his own thoughts, though he never once looks away from the man before him.

Approved for gin, Gin. makes no sense XD

Fuckin YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS

Archived due to replacement.