Aristotle(c)o0OctoLuka0o
Aizen(c)Tite Kubo
Wrote this yesterday when I was chilling at Luka's house~
-Aristotle X Aizen-
The Days We Used To Love.
It was an average summer evening, hot, humid, maddening.
Aristotle lay in his bed, desperately trying to dream of the man he loved so much. Sleep escaped for hours, as he tossed and turned in bed. Finally he broke through his insomnia and drifted into dreams. This dream was a memory, vivid, just like it was happening all over again. The blood red blossoms of hell had just bloomed that day. Aristotle sat quietly studying the flowers as they trebled in the spring breeze. A flicker of light reflecting off glass caught his eye. A man dressed in a white robe walking calmy towards the garden where Aristotle reclined. He was handsome and across his face was a soft smile. Aristotle could only stare at this man as he came closer, he was completely dazed. So lost in his eyes that he hardly noticed that the man had now kneeled before him.
"Oh! Um, hello..." whimpered Aristotle.
He grinned a warm smile, then pulled an imaculate white handkerchief from his pocket. He gently wiped Aristotle's face and the handkerchief was stained red.
"Nosebleed." said the man.
Aristotle blushed through.
"I-I'm so sorry for making you soil your hanky! I'll buy you a new one or I-"
"It's fine. You look much cuter without blood on your face." laughed the man.
"Um, may I ask your name?"
"Aizen, Sousuke Aizen." he replied.
"My name is Aristotle, it's nice to meet you Aizen-sama."
Aizen got to his feet.
"I have some business to attend to now, nice meeting you too Ari-chan."
He began walking towards Aristotle's mansion when Aristotle ran up to him.
"Aizen-sama!" he yelled
"Can we talk together sometime?"
Aizen paused to think.
"Of course, Ari-chan. I promise."
Aizen dissappeared into the mansion. Then it hit Aristotle, he was walking inside of his house. What business could he have with my family, was the thought that went through his mind. He quickly walked into the mansion and peaked behind the door. Aizen was talking with Aristotle's father in a very gracious manner. He couldn't hear the words that slipped from Aizen's lips, he could hardly think straight as he scanned his face. Aristotle's face felt hot, he couldn't understand this feeling. Aizen began walking for the door and Aristotle managed to break from his hypnosis just in time to hide away. The large door of the mansion slammed shut. Aristotle watched as Aizen walked away, calmy, gracefully.
"Come on out Ari-chan." spoke Aizen.
Aristotle jumped out of the bush he was hiding in immediately.
"I wanted to see you before you left." replied Aristotle, as he blushed.
"When will I see you again?"
"Tomorrow." Aizen responded.
Aristotle beamed.
"I'll wait for you in the garden, it's a promise!" said Aristotle exuberantly.
The next day Aizen returned and Aristotle was waiting for him. The two sipped rare teas and shared thoughts for an hour until Aizen had to report to the mansion. And the days passed in this way for three months, and each time Aristotle was left alone by Aizen a pain would well up in his chest. Aristotle couldn't stand this yearning, he couldn't comprehend it's reasoning. All he knew was that Aizen made him feel right. That hour they spent together each day meant the world to Aristotle.
Aristotle sat up in bed one night unable to sleep from the longing feeling in his heart. He wandered out into the hallway, trying to find some distraction from his suffering. As he reached the end of the hall, he saw him. Aizen was slumped against the wall, disrobed, blood dripping from a laceration on his arm. Aristotle ran to him and tried to stabilize his limp body.
"Aizen-sama! Aizen-sama!?" cried Aristotle.
Aizen's eyes opened slowly and brightened as he made out Aristotle's face. He took Aristotle in his arms and burried his face in his chest. Aristotle sat down in Aizen's lap and sobbed into his chest.
"Please be ok Aizen... please be ok..." whimpered Aristotle.
"I'm fine, Ari-chan. I'll be just fine." smiled Aizen.
Aristotle dressed his wounds and walked Aizen to his room somewhat awkwardly. Aizen collasped onto the plush futon, his body bruised and sweaty. Aristotle lied next to Aizen, heart racing, pain gone.
"You don't mind... If we sleep next to each other?" whispered Aristotle.
"No, not at all." Aizen spoke softly.
He took Aristotle's hand and held it too his chest. Aristotle flushed.
"I wouldn't want to be with anyone else."
After a few moments, Aizen's eyes closed and his heart beat slowed.
"Aizen-sama, are you still awake?"
Aristotle pulled close to him and rested his head on Aizen's heart. He could hear it beat softly.
"Aizen-sama, I think..." he hesitated.
"Aizen, I'm in love with you."
There was no reply. And then suddenly, Aizen brought Aristotle right against himself. He took his face in his hands and kissed him. Their lips were locked together for what seemed like an eternity for Aristotle. Every second fills the hole that had built in his heart.
"That's good Ari-chan, I'm in love with you too." beamed Aizen.
Aristotle woke up. Tears filled his eyes. The dream had passed. Those days were long past now. Aristotle got out of bed and got ready to face yet another day without his beloved.
