Disclaimer; I forgot to put one in originally so now here is one. The characters in this story belong to Tite Kubo and the respective company of Shonen Jump as well as its affiliates and its affiliates etc. etc. This fic and any other fic I write are not for copyright infringment or for profit but to simply tell a good story and have some fun in the process. That is all.
He looks at me eyes wide open.
We float in this space, a million colours flying around in this void. The King of Soul Society is dead, his corpse lying impaled on the floor. Do I feel sick? No. Do I hate my enemy for this? No but I do hate him.
Sosuke Aizen.
Sosuke Aizen, the man who stabbed his own lieutenants in the back. Sosuke Aizen, the man who treated his own subordinates as if they were nothing. Sosuke Aizen, the man who walked across ten thousand corpses to sit on a throne of blood, his robes stained incarnadine with their blood that he will never see.
My thoughts go out to the reason for this hatred as he slowly unsheathes his zanpak-to, its blade reflecting the mercurial transience of all these colours as if they were oil. I see that blade and then I know why. With the blade he took the lives of two friends that I never knew, their names...
Coyote Starrk.
Grimmjow Jeagerjaque.
Both had sacrificed so I could go on. When he had brought the blade down, his look was not of contempt but of pity, the pity for a wasted sacrifice. They both died as casualties of dark ambitions. Then I remember the other friends that he took, Orihime, Chad, Uryu, Renji... Rukia.
All dead by Aizen's hand, without compassion or mercy.
All bitter pills to swallow but far the bitterest was the death of my mother.
Aizen had never drawn the blade when he had killed her, he had never even touched her but Grand Fisher did. Grand Fisher, the hollow that was Aizen's plaything, a creature he had set for my mother, to allow it feast and ravage on her soul.
All for test results.
I feel tears burning my eyelids but yet I will not yield. There is a time for tears but it is not now. That time is for peace, when the countless deaths in mass graves may finally be mourned for peace in the afterlife. I open my eyes again as I look at Sosuke Aizen, his eyes are curious to know what I am thinking. The man of a thousand faces looks at me, his face no longer the face of sweet naivety that charmed a thousand upon thousand or of cold unemotional control that tamed a thousand upon thousand but of bestial hunger and greed, a deep need in his eyes for all and one.
Maybe he deceives me in illusions with his expression. He certainly will try and delude me with illusions as he raises that zanpak-to so proud and high in mocking pride.
I will see through them all.
I do not live in illusions anymore. I have looked beyond the veil. I know that I cannot protect all of my friends even though I tried but I will not let their sacrifices be in vain. I raise my blade in acknowledgment, dark power crackling around the blade in strikes of black lightning. He asks me if I have any last requests.
As pull my hand across my face and feel the white skin of a dark creature envelope my body. I answer with one reply as I lower my horns.
Yes. To do battle.
There are no more words for us.
Charge!
N/A; This little idea came up from the fact that the interactions between Ichigo and Aizen are incredibly rare within the anime and they have been never been given a proper background to really fit so I came up with the idea that he had been responsible for the death of Ichigo's mother, something I still believe he was ultimately responsible for because of Iceringer and Di Roy's interactions with him, i.e. turning him into an Arrancar as well as the fact that he has been responsible for every other bad action in Bleach why not this as well? Anyway whoever reading this, I wish you the best.
Hplo.