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When; Sunday December 18th, midnight.
Rating; PG-13 to R, for fighting with swords.
Characters; Hinamori

good_and_proper and possibly several other onlookers.
Summary; Hinamori challenges Aizen for his repeated bastardry.
Log;

Aizen stood on the shore, staring moonward, his arms crossed and tucked deeply into his sleeves. His face was the same casual smile he usually held, as if he already knew that outcome before the match had even begun.

The winds were strong tonight, causing the waves to crash violently against the beach.

"I know you're there, Hinamori. Let's hurry along with this, please."

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"I just want you to stop." More tears at the gentle touch. "I don't want anyone hurt." She'd never been very good as a shinigami, always determined to protect, not kill.

Her resistance was, as always, crumbling in front of the man she'd called captain. "Please. Just leave everyone else alone." She knew deep down that even if he agreed she alone wouldn't be enough; he'd already proved that by his actions in the City. Her truce thrown out for Rangiku's, not stopping Grimmjow when he could - should - have, before the arrancar had really started to confuse her, and now this. Willingly telling her he'd fight. He didn't care if she was alive or dead, and she knew it.

"Just don't hurt anyone else."

"I was merely interested in what was inside the boy. Nothing more. I am more than willing to leave the rest of you in peace."

His voice was soft when he spoke, but held just a hint of impatience. He hated when people tried to deny him something. He pulled her more firmly into himself, letting the fabric of his uniform fall over her shoulders. As he spoke, he gently stroked her hair, like a child.

"As a matter of fact, I may be able to find a way to extract the beast while leaving the boy alive. Don't you think it's a terrible burden? To force that kind of power on a child? Wouldn't he be better off without the beast constantly trying to force it's way out of him? In a place like Hueco Mundo, no humans would have to worry about it. It could be locked out of the human world."

"He is fine with the burden. And it wouldn't be locked away, it would be used by you." Snarling, anger quick to rise, but she didn't move, fingers still tight on Tobiume's hilt. "I want you to leave everyone alone. I don't care if that means you'll kill me, as long as you promise not to attack him, his friends, or any of the shinigami." If he was growing impatient she had already lost hers, trying to argue her point over and over.

Hinamori honestly didn't care if she was a sacrifice, as long as she was a sacrifice that counted. That was what this was about; not his betrayal, not her anger, not the recent events. It was about securing the safety of everyone she cared about and then some.

A light chuckled rumbled through his body as he suddenly released a burst of his reiatsu to push her away. He followed up by quickly drawing his blade on her, stopping it just beside her head.

"You seem to think your sacrifice would mean something, Hinamori. Why, oh WHY, would I leave everyone alone after killing you? That would just be someone out of the way."

The dull side of the zanpakutou touched her cheek, tracing along it in a slow arc. His voice became more stern.

"I will say this to you, Hinamori. You can't protect anyone. Not yourself, not the others. Even without me, there are numerous beings here who would do harm to you if given the chance. There are no cards you hold over me. If you truly wish to protect them, you must learn to kill. Until you can be cold, you are nothing."

"Being cold leaves you with no one." She didn't want that. Not even Hitsugaya was truly cold, and he was the ice wielder. No, she would rather be fire, be flame, be heat. "I accepted this fight, and I will see to it that you don't go near that boy again."

Tobiume swung up to knock the blade aside as she kicked off in the opposite direction, channeling reiatsu through her own zanpakuto, releasing a Raikouhou from the sekai form.

Kill him? Unlikely. Stop him? Possible, but hard. One shot was all she needed, the chance to push him back, and Tobiume murmured in assent as she pushed forward, bringing the blade up towards his throat.

He calmly watched as his zanpakutou was deflected and his former subordinate began her new attack.

"And the faster one burns, the quicker they snuff out."

The kido hits him full force, distracting him long enough for the blade to sink into his shoulder when he moves his head out of it's path. He stops and looks at her "partner", who is currently biting into his left shoulder. His expression is more of surprise, than actual pain.

"It doesn't make it meaningless." She pulled Tobiume free with a twist, stepping back to take up a guarded position, the blade raised.

"I don't want him hurt," the same thing over and over, but it had to be, because that was what she wanted and she wouldn't budge from that. She needed to know that something she did was worth it, that it helped others. "Why is that so difficult? Do you need Rangiku to offer you the truce instead? Is that what will make you accept?" Bitter, forceful, angry. Her hands shook slightly with the effort of holding herself back, of keeping her voice level, even, calm. But her eyes betrayed her, tears once again threatening to spill over.

"Rangiku...has nothing to do with this."

It was beginning to grate on him that people kept bringing her up. He increased his power, sending a large, oppressive burst of power at her, trying to knock her down without causing too much harm. He followed it up by throwing a binding kido at legs.

"You should mind your insolent tongue."

He sheathed his blade and ran in toward her.

"Who then? Who will suffice? Who can persuade you to stop this?" she shot back, even as she as she hit the sand, kneeling.

Whichever way she looked at it, it was frustrating her that he wouldn't listen to her. But all she needed was a minute, a single minute of concentration and the kidou would be off. The dark haired girl bit back the tears, bringing Tobiume in front of her to serve as some sort of barrier.

"The deal was that I would not cause trouble with the shinigami unless attacked. I have broken no rule."

He struck at her sternum with an open palm.

"In any case, this is over now."

"I didn't attack first." And then pain, blinding pain and she was coughing, gasping for breath, legs not quite free enough.

Tobiume reacted on her own, materializing and sinking surprisingly sharp teeth - for a sprite, anyway - into the offending hard, glaring at the ex captain with a seething hatred for so much as thinking about laying a hand on her Hinamori and showing no sign of releasing her grip.

"But did you not accompany me here with the intention to duel?"

He merely smiled as Kyouka Suigetsu's spirit lashed out with tendrils of energy, slashing at Tobiume viciously.

"If you don't recall your friend, you're going to lose her very soon."

He began to increase the pressure of his reiatsu on her.

"Do you yield?"

"I came to persuade you," still mostly breathless she winced openly as Tobiume squirmed, biting down harder instead of releasing her grip, "by whatever means necessary, to stop. You drew first."

Hinamori glanced away and down at the sand at Tobiumes whimper of pain, holding her hand out to recall the blade to her, only letting a small sigh of relief escape her once she felt the familiar weight in her hand once more. As much as she wanted to tell the spirit how stupid that had been she was thankful all the same, and instead turned her thoughts to comforting the wounded sprite as she brought her gaze back to Aizen.

"Hm. In any case, this stupidity has lasted long enough. I will at least say you have improved somewhat, Momo."

He leaned down and pushed the hair out of her face, then stroked her cheek gently.

"Do please improve a bit, just in case we have a little exercise like this again."

He stood and gave a loud whistle.

"Grimmjow, do see her home, please. She has some bruises that need tending to."

Grimmjow alighted on the beach from his vantage point in the trees, taking calm and measured steps towards the two combatants. He glanced down at Hinamori, his face devoid of any emotion, then acknowledged his master. "Of course, Aizen-sama."

The arrancar reached down and grabbed Hinamori's arm, roughly pulling her to her feet. "Let's go." He half-dragged, half-led her towards where Nell stood, anxious, waiting, at the line of trees.

Aizen glanced over his shoulder at them for a moment, then quickly disappeared from the area.

She was being patient, waiting, trying so hard not to run to the vice captain under fear of what would happen to either one of them. Her repeated attempts to sneak past the Espada had done nothing and now he was dragging Hinamori towards her with the smaller girl looking like she'd rather be back in the fight.

Nell did not like that. "Let go of Momo!" she pouted near tears, flinging herself at the shinigami and clinging desperately to her waist. "You'll hurt her! Nell doethn't want you to!"

She didn't mind the dragging. She didn't mind him running away. And she didn't mind the arrancar limpet that had succeeded in leaving her breathless again.

She minded the taunting, and she minded the attack on Tobiume.

Now sheathed, the blade had fallen quiet but Hinamori knew she was still in pain. They both were, in varying degrees, but Tobiume had suffered the most physical damage. Not for the first time she wanted Hitsugaya back, but she forced herself to wrap shaky arms around the small arrancar and murmur softly, "It's fine, Nell."

Though Aizen was gone, and though he was fully aware of the faint presences of the other shinigami, Grimmjow wrapped an arm around Hinamori's waist and pulled her (and Nell, unfortunately) against him.

He had to bring the shinigami somewhere. Anywhere.

"Hold on tight," he informed them both before his shunpyo sent them in the direction of the temple.

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