Sousuke Aizen sat in his Pimp Chair with his chin resting on his knuckles and his brow furrowed in frustration. Actually, Aizen was not frustrated. Oh, no. He was ROYALLY PISSED. He couldn't believe what rotten luck he had. After 100 years without his darling Saya, he finally found her...the very fucking second he was in the process of leaving the Soul Society via the Menos. 'Why?' he asked himself.
'Why at the exact moment that I am ascending into the heavens like the GOD I AM, did she have to be right fucking there?! I couldn't even hover down majestically and capture her in my clutches, then re-assume my ascension into the heavens laughing evilly!!! I couldn't even hover down and normally capture her!'
After Aizen finished his mind rant, an evil smile spread across his face. He would soon have his precious (my preeeccciiiooouuusss!!!!) in his arms once more. As soon as Inoro and Szayel returned from the human world.
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When Saya Kururugi regained consciousness, the first thing she saw was what looked like purple hair swishing back and forth across her face. Moving her head, she saw white floor tiles passing under her. But she wasn't walking. Saya then realized that someone had her slung over their shoulder like a sack of fucking potatoes. Saya tried to move, but she realized her hands and feet were bound. "Stop squirming, woman." The purple haired person carrying her, who was obviously a man, said in a decidedly gay voice.
"Let me go, asshole!!" Saya shouted, continuing to squirm. "Nothing doing, sweetheart." He told her. "Aizen-sama wants you."
"You think I give a damn?! I don't give a flying rats ass what 'Aizen-sama' wants!!"
"Silence, woman!" said the pink haired man walking next to them. "You're lucky Aizen-sama ordered us to deliver you unharmed. Otherwise I'd cut your tongue out for your insolence!"
"Fuck you, Pinky!" Saya said to Szayel. Then, as if to spite him, she rudely stuck her tongue out at him, causing him to growl. "Of all the hundreds of thousands of women in the world," Szayel complained. "Aizen-sama just HAD to have you…"
"Would you two cut it out?" Inoro whined. "You're starting to give me a headache."
The trio suddenly stopped in front of a large white door. Szayel knocked three times and the door opened as if by magic. They continued to move forward and entered a cavernous white room.
'Damn,' Saya thought. 'Is everything in this god forsaken place white? It looks like a psyche ward…'
The three stopped again and Szayel spoke. "Aizen-sama," the man's voice echoed in the room that was at least ten times bigger than the gymnasium at Saya's high school. "We've found the woman."
Saya was suddenly grabbed by the back of her black leather jacket, removed from Inoro's shoulder and plopped roughly down on the stone floor. Looking around the massive room, Saya saw at least a hundred Arrancar sitting around on large broken rocks. Among the Arrancar were Gin Ichimaru, Rayne Nasawa, and Kaname Tousen, the three shinigami that left with Aizen. In front of Saya was a large pillar of stone with a stone chair in top of it. Sitting in the chair was none other than Sousuke Aizen. Saya stared up at the man who had haunted her dreams since she was a child. As she gazed up at him, Saya felt strong want-no, need-to be near him. "Welcome to Las Noches…" Aizen said, his deep silky voice resonating in the cavernous throne room. "Saya."