Healing His Solitude - Aizen Sousuke Love Story

Chapter 27 - Tense Gentle Moments

Even though this whole story is dedicated to her, I want to dedicate this chapter to my sweet imouto chan Angie_Taisho!!

Happy reading!

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Shiori pov:

It took me less than five minutes to reach Aizen san's room. I had tried to walk as slow as possible to extend the time for which I didn't have to see him but my actions were kind of silly. I couldn't avoid the inevitable no matter how slowly I walked.

Just expected, Aizen san was sitting on the huge stone couch. He wasn't sitting with his eyes closed like he usually did. His eyes were distant as he looked towards the balcony. His face was passive but something about the air around him told me he was somewhat irritated. And it just increased the uneasiness I was feeling. I took a deep breath before walking up to him and stopping a few feet away from where he sat.

"You wished to see me, Aizen san?" My voice showed my hesitance and Aizen san turned to look at me. He stayed passive for a few moments, his eyes searching before breaking out into one of his signature gentle smiles.

"Ah, come Shiori. How do you feel? I heard you were unwell....you didn't join us for lunch and you sent tea with Aldous instead of coming yourself. I hope you're feeling better." I wasn't sure if he was genuinely concerned about me.

Off late, his gestures seemed more real. From the time I came here and the first direct interaction I had with him till now, he had changed. It wasn't something you could make out easily because he still treated his Arrancar and shinigami allies as tools. His eyes were always cold towards them but with me, there was some sort of warmth that would appear when he gazed at me. His voice was gentler than the tone he used with others and the concern and curiosity in his eyes these days seemed real.

I couldn't be imagining that, could I?

"I'm okay...." I said softly, answering his question. "I just had a bit of a head ache so I wanted to rest. I'm doing fine now."

"I see. That's good to hear." His eyes softened a little and I looked away feeling a little embarrassed. I always got flustered when he looked at me like that....I had fallen for him quite hard despite knowing that it was dangerous grounds to be treading across.

He was handsome....no, he was drop dead gorgeous. Everything about him screamed perfection. His looks, his voice, his gentle gestures....I couldn't run away anymore. Its like he had me under some spell. My heart throbbed for him to notice me. To notice the pleading look I had in my eyes. I wanted him to notice when I leaned closer to him when he caressed my cheek or made me sit in his lap. But he just wouldn't.

I was selfish, I know. I wanted him to talk to me. To tell me the reason behind that look in his eyes. When I could see so clearly even from this distance....the searching, the restlessness, the loneliness....what should I do, Aizen san? What should I do to reach out to you? What should I do to stop hesitating?

Its funny. I loved him and feared him. I don't know if it was his power I was afraid of or my feelings or a possible rejection. Whatever the case, I was really restraining myself from blurting out my feelings for him and looking like a fool. My eyes stung a little as the desperation was starting to reach the limit to which I could endure holding back. I fidgeted under his gaze fiddling with my dress as I waited for him to speak again.

"Is something wrong, Shiori? You look distracted." I looked up coming out of my thoughts to meet his curious soft brown eyes. Those brown eyes that had a wild burning flame, those expressive soft brown eyes that I had fallen in love with so much.