Don't Scratch!
xxxxAizen was a careful planner.
xxxxAll of the Seretei knew that, even before their knowledge of his master plan to betray them.
xxxxCaught a cold? Before you could sneeze twice, he had soup down your throat and a week off assured.
xxxxForgot to do your proper-work? Before your half-baked excuse could be finished, the paperwork due today and the paperwork assigned today was at the 9th division, in quite nice hand-writing.
xxxxNasty hangover? The blinds were closed and a bucket was positioned just right to contain the bile and tree leaves your friend had dared you to eat last night as they flew from your mouth.
xxxxNo wonder he was so missed when he left.
xxxxHowever, there was one thing Aizen had never thought to prepare for.
xxxxDuring his first visit to America, he had made sure to grab a gigai with all the latest vaccinations against the western diseases, applied bug-spray, and even brought a hand-book of edible flora and fauna local to the region he was visiting.
xxxxHe failed to account for one thing.
xxxxToxicondendron radicans.
xxxxPoison Ivy.
xxxx"...Aizen-sama?" The voice of his faithful follower Gin drifted into his mind. The normally frozen smile now quivered, warning of the laughter being held back, and betraying the amusement of the ex-shinigami.
xxxxScowling, Aizen shooed him. "I don't want to hear your laughter, so leave."
xxxxOne could hardly blame Gin for finding the traitor's current state so funny. His arms were scarlet and blotchy, with blisters popping up all over. His legs were sticky from blisters popped due to scratching. His face was best of all. Dead skin clung to his forehead, and blood dribbled from scratched-off spots here and there. Swelling in his cheeks had forced his lips and eyes nearly shut. A bit of drool dribbled from the side of his mouth.
xxxxSure, it was gross, but it was also goddamn funny to see the powerful man so bothered.
xxxxStill, Gin was his follower -at least for now- and was thus required to assist Aizen in his time of discomfort.
xxxx"I'd like ta sugges' that jus' mebbe-"
xxxxHe was cut off by Aizen's harsh command.
xxxx"Leave. Now."
xxxxIt was bad enough enduring Ulquiorra's stares, Grimmjow's stupified look, and the duo of Nnoitra and Szayel's creepy sniggering. He would not stand for anymore mocking.
xxxxWith a melodramatically heavy sigh, Gin did as he was told. However, at the last moment he poked his head back in the door, and said,
xxxx"Don' scratch. Makes it worse."
xxxxAizen adopted an arrogant tone and expression, [as well as he could in his current state anyway] and replied,
xxxx"Of course I know better than that." Gin looked up and down the king of Hueco Mundo, noting the inflammtion, bleeding, and scratch-marks that begged to differ. With a non-commital grunt, he finally left.
xxxxCarefully, Aizen waited until the footsteps of all had left the corridor.
xxxxAnd then continued to itch his raging rash.
A/N: This was mostly written to make myself feel better. Got Poison Ivy all over me.
Well, you can't just refuse an invitation to play Manhunt when you're at summer camp!
