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Sasuke wasn’t supposed to be there.
He wasn’t supposed to be Then. But he was, and finding a way to get back home shouldn’t have been so conflicting.
(Or: Sasuke finds himself in the Warring States era. Izuna and Madara are thoroughly convinced he’s their long lost little brother. Chaos ensues. And not the fun kind either.)
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Hinata knows.
She's always known.It's her husband who doesn't.
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- Part 1 of Tangled Heartstrings
Bookmarked by ioona
19 Dec 2024
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Aizen Sousuke sat on the engawa of the Eighth Division’s traditional house, watching the garden bathed in pale afternoon light. Nearby, Sayuri played on a mat, laughing as Shunsui entertained her with clumsy but charming fan tricks. To anyone looking, the scene was idyllic—the picture of a harmonious family. Yet, within Aizen’s mind lingered a restless void.
He had always had plans, intricate schemes that bent situations and people to his will. Even in chaos, he thrived on direction, on the clarity of his goals. Now, for the first time, he found himself adrift and unanchored.
Now, he lived on autopilot: caring for Sayuri, addressing trivial matters with Shunsui, and occasionally advising his companions. But beneath it all, he felt like an actor reciting lines he hadn’t written.
"Is this what normal people do?" he murmured, gazing at the sun’s reflection in the calm garden pond. "Do they simply... exist? No plans, no goals, just moving moment to moment?"
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Aizen's true motivation was absolute control. Having power was not enough; it was essential to shape beings, manipulate lives, to create something that was entirely a product of his own will.
Yet, as his cold eyes observed her, a shadow of disappointment clouded his thoughts. She was not perfect.
"No... not perfect," he thought, a silent whisper laced with subtle bitterness. Hinamori had indeed been shaped, but not from the beginning. Her mind and heart had already been touched before he intervened, formed by other hands. She was an incomplete vessel, a useful tool, but limited.
Perfection... True perfection would be something he had crafted from birth, something pure and malleable, like clay in the hands of a sculptor. A life that he could shape in every detail, free from external influences, without prior marks. A life that existed solely to serve his design, breathing only to fulfill his will.
A child.
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It started in his hold.
Sousuke sighed, but swallowed the emotional reprieve because the man wasn’t to blame. Kyouraku’s reputation ran wild and Sousuke willingly let himself fall victim. Simple as that.
Bookmarked by ioona
16 Dec 2024