Disclaimer: This is a short what-if oneshot in Aizen's POV. It isn't related to the later chapters of bleach.
I own nothing and everything in this story is entirely ficticious.
The setting is after he leaves Soul Society, but before Orihime is taken.
Aizen's POV
Thoughts, words/actions
If I had only met you before Soul Society did, before you tried to rescue Kuchiki Rukia, before I nearly cut you in half; I wonder if I could have prevented what will happen from now on.
If there was a way to go back in time, I would willingly repeat everything I did to Soul Society-the only difference would be you.
It has stuck to me ever since I nearly killed you; when I saw you refuse to give up, when you stared at me with defiant eyes while you struggled to rise, even though the only thing holding you together was your spine.
A part of me wants to bring you here right now and force you to stay, to forcefully change that initial look of fear and disgust to an uncontrolled passion until you break and submit yourself to me.
My entire being desires this...but I don't want that to be our only future. I want you to listen to me, to heed my words, to hear my advice, to trust me as you trust your friends, to return these feelings I have for you.
I shut the book knowing I will not be able to concentrate on it anymore. Swiftly I stand and slide the book back into the shelf. I return to my chair before noticing the file on the table.
I will never apologize for what I did to Soul Society, and if only they knew why my actions were necessary, if they only knew the truth...
Slowly I open the file and begin pulling out papers and laying them on the table.
...if they knew...what would they do?
I doubt they would even begin to understand, or try to. I can't doubt myself now, I chose this path and I refuse to change. What I discovered, what I learned...they must never know. It will only lead them to confusion, hurt, pain and fear. I will fight them and even if they get new captains I will kill them off. I refuse to let that man get what he wants.
I wonder if you would understand. You are so close to them, but at the same time you are more free than all of them put together. Your desire to protect what is important to you clashes with the orders to blindly obey what is told.
I doubt you know the true history, the true reason of Soul Society's existence, the meaning of my actions, or the danger you unknowingly bring to Soul Society and the person I once swore to assist.
I lean back after emptying the file, feeling my resolve strengthen now that I have looked over the papers again. My lips part and the sentence I softly utter contains all my frustration, grief, exhaustion, and longing.
"Will you ever give me the chance to show you the truth Ichigo?"
Yay~ My 1st oneshot ever finally done!
If you did read this I thank you for taking the time to do so.
I would appreciate any constructive criticism, you could call the story garbage, but please tell me why, and how I can improve.
Still debating about writing the actual story for this...