Log!Fic!Thing; Complete

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When; Thursday, Feb 22 -- Late Afternoon
Rating; Uhh... G?
Characters; Noitora (espadaserpiente but at the end strongestespada) and Aizen (good_and_proper)
Summary; This is what happens when you give a character powers from two canons. First he goes crazy. Second the City says "O no u didn't." Third he goes back to his own canon where he belongs. --- OH YEAH AND It takes place right by the Carousel so uh if your character happened to walk by there mid/late afternoon, they probably saw this occur :x
Log;

Before anything, Noitora was an Arrancar. He was a heartless soul, pure power refined by Aizen. But more now than ever before power pulsed from the center of his very being, his shakey but firm restraint of it letting a constant heartbeat of raw strength chill through his body. He almost shivered at every delightful hum of the Force through his flesh.

It was time. Noitora had left the forest and returned once more to the city. Now he stood in the middle of everything at the center of the city, before the very Carousel that had been his first sight upon entering this world.

Why here? Why at the very place this whole mess had started, why should this Carousel be so central to everything? Because it was the City. Because of all things, the Carousel represented the constant push forward. Because everything had come full circle, but Noitora didn't think about all of that. All that mattered to Noitora was that the Carousel called him and told him it was time. Ever since he had first entered the city something was different, and ever since that day that he lost himself in the underground he knew that the difference was his connection to the City. He was a part of it, as so many others, but more than that it was a part of him. The ticking was soothing, sweet nothings the City whispered into his ear. It said that today was the day that would end his struggle against Aizen.

He stabbed his strange double half-moon scythe into the ground and sat against it, facing the Carousel. The Force followed flowed through him, and Noitora meditated and focused on this new power that, when combined with his Arrancar powers, could rend the fabric of the world apart. It was thus he waited for Aizen to sense his prescence and find him, whether he comes with anger or curiousity. Today was the day.

Aizen had been tracing his once-servant's reiatsu even since before he had entered the city. He hadn't been being careful about his reiatsu for a few hours prior to his appearance, but even before that Noitora had slipped up a couple times. It simply hadn't been worth the effort to track down such an annoying little beetle.

When it entered the City, however, Aizen knew it was time. He would have his servant back, dead or alive, for use as a research subject or a servant. There was not a doubt in his mind that, even if the powers Bane shared where strong enough to eradicate him, Noitora could not do it. His soul was too weak. This the master knew.

The thermos really was an intriguing thing. It kept his tea hot, and enabled it to travel well without spilling. As Aizen approached Noitora's back, he mused at the grungy appearance. What could the boy have thought was so alluring about life away from Aizen's pristine halls? He sat, silently and still gently hiding his reiatsu, a few feet away from the Arrancar.

He lightly sipped his tea, allowing the faintest noise to escape. "Ah, excuse my slurping, it's quite rude." He swirled the tea in the thermos with feigned interest. "But it seems I am not the only one so rude here. Noitora, my child, you never call or write. I was beginning to fret."

Noitora's sigh of restraint could have been mistaken for contentment as he opened his eyes and watched the shining horses prance in circles. The misplaced, almost ridiculous attempt at slyness infuriated him, particularly when combined with his false concern. The bastard hadn't cared about a single pawn in his game. Never.

He stood and turned, folding his hands on the end of his weapon's handle and leaned on it casually. He barely suppressed a twitch at a sudden wave of the Dark Side over him; his hatred of his once master caused the Force within him to lash out at the walls of the cage he kept it in. He blinked slowly to prevent his face from contorting with his fury.

"M' deepest 'pologies. Felt it'd be nicer t' bring you such a pretty lil' surprise as m' nice new power."

Ah, now this was interesting. A new power, and one that makes the Arrancar so confident; it must be quite the new toy. Noitora would make a nice toy as well; perhaps a bit of fun for one of the other arrancar to research. "A surprise, for me? Why you shouldn't have." He set down his tea and looked up at the arrancar's face with a level gaze, eyes cold as ice. "Please report your findings. Have you learned anything useful?"

He folded his arms to punctuate his words. "Do speak frankly."

Noitora's lips split to reveal his too-white, too-straight teeth in an insane grin. The Force within him ached for a demonstration; it pulled him out and in, giving him the feeling that he was about to implode.

He alleviated what little internal stress he could by nimbly hopping into the air and landing on the end of his weapon's handle, sitting precariously balanced in a froglike position. He let his hold on the Force loosen just the slightest bit, enough to keep him steadily poised. The maniacal look on his face was compounded by the quirky tilt of his head, and he said to Aizen "Useful, yes~. I've learned many things." His eyes narrowed a little. "Includin' th' allure of bein' a god. Th' power's delicious."

Aizen's eyebrow rose, an icy stare turning to an incredulous look of disdain. "A god, eh? And some think I'm delusional." His lips twisted up into the barest smirk. "I suppose you think this raises your standing, you most ambitious of Espada?"

"I think a Sith's a helluva higher title than an Espada. Darth Hollow sounds kinna nice, don' it?" Noitora was unfazed by the disdain of he who he now saw as merely his peer in power.

Ignoring the ridiculous new title and name for the moment, Aizen stood to examine the arrancar more closely. He plucked at the dirty robes of the newly-trained Sith and allowed a look of disgust to cross his face. "Can't say I see much of a change in appearance or spirit."

His eye rolled in his head and he almost moaned at the brush of Aizen's aura against his. It sent an intoxicating rush of hatred-fueled power through him, made him wild with the desire to see this man's blood.

But not yet, not yet, said the ticking that would never leave him, that he never wanted to leave him. Be still, child, it said.

"Yer eyes kin deceive ya," Noitora said ironically as he turned his head, eye twitching slightly with the effort in his control. "One'd think ya'd know that best o' all."

Aizen's face moved from disgust to pure amusement. This pathetic soul, who wandered Hueco Mundo alone and mindless before his master had come to him, dared to believe he was a threat to his lord Aizen? Such ridiculous insubordination brought even Aizen to a smile, and a low chuckle escaped him as he folded one arm and held the opposite hand to his mouth. "You sound so unbearably silly, Noitora, like a clown almost. Or perhaps like a dancing harlequin, here to suggest impossible things and make me laugh." He let his hand fall once more, landing folded with the other arm. "You honestly think you can defeat me? I killed him and killing you would be no trouble." Aizen's expression returned to cold stare, but this time spiced with mirth. It was all so ridiculous.

Noitora didn't bother to stop his laugh. It cackled insanely as he hopped up and landed nimbly on the points of his weapon, using the Force to cushion the impact so the points didn't even pierce the worn leather of his shoes. "Clowns n' carousels, this City's a right carnival o' fun fer ya, eh Aizy-zen?" Aizen was only mildly surprised at the arrancar's actions. He even smiled at the bastardization of his name.

"My, my, you really are quite insane, aren't you?" Aizen's hand hovered near the hilt of his zanpakuto, unsure exactly of the arrancar's next move. The danger of an insane man is that he is unpredictable, and even if the once-servant could not attack its old master, this new power might prove an underestimated danger. Noitora had, admittedly, been one of the stronger Espada. For this power to do so much, it must be far more terrifying than expected.

Noitora grabbed the handle of his weapon without pause and used it as a pole to spin around in a circle. He paused only to look down upon Aizen and spit in his face before he spun once more, still laughing insanely as he jumped down to the ground between his weapon and the Carousel, leaving the weapon he still held between he and his once-master.

Aizen's anger flared momentarily before he quelled it once more. The smirk wiped from his face as his hand wiped the saliva; this insubordination was no longer amusing.

Tick tock, tick tock, O Clock is it time yet~? Wait, wait, not yet little one, said the ticking in Noitora's head. I'm not ready.

So many bystanders. What a bother. Aizen had almost released his reiatsu to let it crush Noitora, but there was no need to agitate bystanders. He released an amount that should be just enough to bring Noitora to his knees, but not enough to escape the empty courtyard around them.

"I do not see myself as an unjust master." Aizen's voice was level but laced with the threat of his reiatsu as he stepped closer to Noitora. Proximity to Aizen increased the pressure upon Noitora, who was now crouched behind his weapon. "In fact I believe I am quite lenient. Giving you so very many second chances." Aizen was now barely a foot from the groveling figure. "And you continue to forget your place. I will not forgive you for this final transgression." Aizen's hand moved to the hilt of his sword once again, preparing to unleash final punishment on the traitorous rebel.

Tick tock, tick tock, my precious, is it time? Yes, the time is now.

Suddenly, Noitora's head snapped up, the insanity in his eyes showing that he had finally snapped. He jumped once more and landed on the end of his weapon's handle, grinning maniacally. Simultaneously he pressed his face nose to nose with Aizen's and swept one hand to the side. "'N I ain't gonna fergive you neither," were the words that escaped his lips as the Force violently ripped the still-sheathed sword from the ex-Captain's side.

Balanced precariously on the end of his weapon, Noitora shot out one leg from beneath him, intending to send a Force-strengthened kick to his once-master's head. But while Aizen had been caught off-guard by the sudden jump and use of the Force, his history as a shinigami Captain remained. He shunpoed out of range and stopped to pick up his sword.

Noitora now let the Force flow through him, let the power consume him. He knew that he shouldn't; the Force was a useful tool only so long as he had it under his control. But it felt so good to let it go. The ticking told him that it was the right thing to do. It told him that he needed to succumb in order to make things right.

Noitora flipped his whole body so that his hands gripped the handle of the weapon, and for a brief moment his body was vertical in the air with his back away from the Carousel. He continued to curve away and lifted his weapon from the ground as he landed.

Aizen took up his sword and unsheathed it. He shunpoed over to where Noitora now stood and prepared to attack. Aizen glanced at the arrancar's face and almost dropped his sword.

Noitora stood holding the weapon vertically, its curves framing his face and body while its long handle drew a line down the center of his body. His visible eye was rolled into the back of his head and despite the lack of a wind, all his hair was flowing out to one side. He began to walk backwards as words fell from his lips.

"This is the punishment for the false gods of the City" His voice resonated with an unearthly tone, segmented as though the ticking of a clock.

"A link made is a link broken all are part of the City the City is part of none." The ticking tone to the voice sped up.

Aizen had thought he was seeing things. It couldn't be, there must have been something clouding his vision, but no it became clearer now. A horse's head, braying and whinnying, was superimposed upon Noitora's. He let go of the weapon and it floated into him, morphing into a golden pole as his arms turned into the forelegs of the horse and hands melted into hooves. His legs and torso lifted behind him and bent again into the haunches of the horse.

He was less than a foot from the carousel. It slowed and deep among the horses there was an empty space.

The carousel horse in front of Aizen floated to the spot that was waiting for it. The horse had one blinded eye on his pure white face, a jet black mane, and a pure white coat with a single perfect circle of jet black at the center of its chest and a matching one on his back.

Aizen stood stunned at the sight of his once-servant turning into a carousel horse. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was laughing heartily at this turn of events. But the City was a power far greater than he, and even he was left speechless at its interference.

The carousel suddenly spun at double speed, making up for the time it had lost waiting for Noitora to meld with the city. Clouds rolled in overheard, and a crack of lightning blinded all onlookers to what happened next.

When eyes adjusted once more, all could see a tall and thin form shaking at Aizen's feet. It was damp with sweat, hair a tangled mess splayed upon the ground, and clung to the hem of Aizen's clothes. The Arrancar was naked but for his eyepatch. He groveled before his master, and looked up at him in confusion. "M..m' lord... Aizen-sama..." He gulped heavily, still shaking fiercely. "Wh...where... what....." The form went limp, unconscious at his leader's feet.