Into the Sweet Darkness - Aizen Sousuke Love Story

Chapter 30 - Affectionate Threats

This chapter is dedicated to WhiteFang0120!

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Sana pov:

I sang along with Simple Plan. A beautiful song portraying the feelings of a man when separated from his lover. It was just a song, but the depth of the words was something I couldn't get over no matter how many times I listened to it.

I could feel Sousuke san's reiatsu close by. This was the second time actually. He was probably passing by this area of Las Noches and his reiastu would probably diminish when he went past the second boundary in which I could sense reiatsu. I mean, Las Noches was really big after all. He hadn't come to see me after I had returned to Hueco Mundo. Its probably understandable, right? He was angry that I had tried to protect his enemies when we were in the human world. But what could I do? They were my friends even before I decided to help him and it was obvious that I would want to protect them.

And being called a traitor was something that had really hit me hard. I felt so guilty after hearing Yamamoto san say that to me. But I suppose willingly helping Sousuke san, even though it was to protect my friends, made me a traitor partly if not completely. I sighed as I painted the carving with vivid colors. Right now, no matter how far I tried to look or how deep I tried to delve, I could find absolutely no positive answer to my situation. All I saw was me stuck I this cell for who knows how long.

I stiffened and stopped painting as I felt Sousuke san's reiatsu pulse in my room. I turned around as I lowered my brush and I saw him smiling while observing my painting. I walked to the table and stopped the music that was playing and waited for him to say something. He walked closer to my painting still observing it. He lifted his hand to touch the painting and I walked to stop a few feet from him. "Don't touch it." His hand paused barely a few millimeters away from the cloth and he glanced sideways at me.

I averted my eyes from his face seeing the challenging look in his eyes. "T-the paint is still wet. It'll g-get on your fingers." I clarified and from my peripheral vision, I saw his hand drop to his side. "I see. It's quite a beautiful piece." He said and my heart gave a thump. It had been quite some time since I had heard his voice and for some reason, my face felt slightly warm. I was nervous yet at the same time, my heart was oddly constricted.

"Thank you." I managed to mumble in response to his compliment. "Why is it that you are not looking at me?" I was a little surprised by his question and I met his eyes once before looked away again in discomfort. "Oh, no reason...." I flinched and my heart skipped a beat as he tilted my head up with his hand. My eyes widened slightly at the passive look in his eyes as he touched my cheek gently with the back of his fingers. I couldn't tell what he was thinking and it made me anxious.

He looked away from me and around the room. "I see you've redecorated the room." He said casually and I looked at the room furniture as well. "Uh, yeah....I needed place to paint so I moved the furniture. I'll put it back if you don't want it this way." He chuckled and looked back at me. "No no, do as you please. This is your room. You are free to use it as you like." He caressed my cheek again and then stopped with his hand holding my jaw with his thumb on my cheek.

He rubbed his thumb on my cheek and I closed one eye as he did so. "You have paint on your face as well. You're so absorbed that you don't realize if you have smears of paint even on your face." He chuckled in amusement. I blushed in slight embarrassment and lifted my hand to wipe my cheek. "I tend to not realize anything else when I'm working seriously." I laughed awkwardly but he caught my wrist in his hand and prevented me from wiping it off.

I could hear my heart in my ears as he stared down at me and he put his other arm around me bringing me closer to his body. He was still holding one of my wrists and I placed my other hand on his chest and tried to push him off. But he only chuckled and held my in a stronger grip. "P-please let me go, S-Sousuke san...." I continued to struggle in vain. "I thought I told you to call me just Sousuke." I could feel his warm breath on my forehead and it felt uncomfortable.