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A/N: Story idea- Aizen's life before he became the Aizen we all know. I will refer to him as Sosuke more often then not.
Warning- Out of the three computers my family owns...all of them hate my guts and try to ruin my life. If you find any futures chapters screwed up in anyway shape or form...please...let me know...
"Speaking."
'Thoughts.'
Dreaming.
A/N: Disclaimer- I do not, in anyway shape or form, own Bleach. If I did several characters would either be dead or never have existed.
~Chapter One.~
It was all a blur. But at the same time he could see it so well.
It was confusing. But it made perfect sense to his young mind.
In front of his eyes, or his minds eyes, was a tiny bluish-purple orb. An orb that seemed to hold a amazingly strong amount of power that both scared him, yet, intrigued him. He wanted that power all for himself. Perhaps that was what scared him? The endless possibilities he could do with that unknown power. Yes. That could strike fear into any child's mind. Even his.
The scene shifted.
Know in front of his blurred, disturbed vision was a man he knew he had never seen before in his short life. A man he considered was sporting a strange color of hair, even where he lived.
Orange. A man with pure orange hair was either talking to him or just standing there in front of him. Or, what he was guessing was him. He couldn't really tell, there was no noise, and nothing he could use to see "his" face.
The man just continued to stand there, even after he shot a powerful blast at him that destroyed the clothing on his upper half and the arm he used to block, or for all he knew, absorb the blast.
The carrot top was still standing.
He then looked like he was speaking. But, again, he couldn't really tell. Everything was blurred and moving really fast, yet extremely slow. He raised he totally black sword and pointed it forward.
In his direction.
He was then sudden engulfed in a white light that was laced with black.
His spiritual energy. His power. It was strong enough to actually be seen, and it was blinding, it also created a strong wind that whipped his unusually long brown hair that trailed behind him every which way.
But why couldn't he feel it!
He knew he was more far more evolved then anyone. So why couldn't he feel his damn spiritual pressure!
As the power toned down to a almost unseeable form the man was now once more seeable. But he looked different. Way different.
His orange hair was replaced with long black hair. His whole upper body was wrapped in bandages, minus one arm, which looked like it had some sort of scars or burns snaking around it. HIs other arm was engulfed in the black power that laced his spiritual energy not even moments before.
Fear suddenly wracked his body as he looked at the use to be carrot top who looked up at him.
His eyes held the power he could not feel.
'Could it...possibly be that he...is at an even higher level than myself?' Was what he caught himself thinking. Just as he was about to speak to the bastard in front of him he was jarred from his oddly disturbing slumber...
*Outside Dream World*
"Master Sosuke? It's time to wake up. You Father wishes to speak with you over breakfast." A dark green haired servant said as he kneeled at the young fourteen year old boy's open shoji door. Who just grunted in response as he started to stir from his place on his Tatami mat that was covered with the fanciest of pillows of all kinds from the world of the living. The servant left as two maids came in to help the young boy get dressed in his icy blue evening hakama to visit his father, and fix his bed.
"So, why does Father wish to speak with me, Fukikio?" Sosuke asked while he look at the the maid on his right through the maid. Who was finishing tying his hakama.
(A/N- Do those tie...I think they do...But I'm not sure...TO GOOGLE!)
She did not turn to look at him, her eyes were trained on here work. But she did shake her head in acknowledgment. "No, forgive me, Master Sosuke, but I was not told anything of that matter."
A 'hnn' was her only reply as he turned to the last maid, who was fixing his bed.
"What about you, Amami? Do you know the reason of Fathers sudden urge to dine with his one and only son?" He asked, with deadly venom dripping in his voice. Even if they knew his clear as day hatred wasn't directed at either of them, the two maids flinched none the less at the tone in his voice.
Looking at the now finished bed the questioned maid answered her young master, "I do not know if this is correct, for this is only what I have heard from others, so what I am about to tell you are only rumors but your Father, is said he wishes to speak to you about your younger sisters, Tomoyo's, sudden distances and unwillingness to participate in any, and all, of her duties."
Both maids then turned to leave, not even glancing at young Sosuke, who was starring wide eyed at the body length mirror. They both stopped at the door and bowed low before excusing themselves and sliding the door shut with a soft 'thump.'
Clenching and unclenching his fist Sosuke left his room and headed down the long hallways of the palace he (regretfully) called home towards the large dinning room, where his Father was more then likely waiting patently for him.
He wasn't sure why he felt hatred towards half the reason he was alive, but he did. And every time his Father wished to speak to him about something his beloved Imoto did, didn't, or wouldn't do it usually ended up with a depressed Imoto, for she was forced to fix the problem or do the thing she originally didn't want to do.
Sighing, Sosuke realized while he was thinking he had approached the dinning rooms shojo doors. He put up his stoic facade he only reserved for his Father.
He then opened the doors to reveal the Royal Families head lazing on a mound of pillows, drinking tea.
His Father.
The lazy bastard that ruled the Soul Society.
The Spirit King himself.
Imagine The Spirit King looking like Aizen's Captain form but without the glasses. M'k?
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