Because I'm too much of a coward to post continuations of another story.
When Gin looked at all the minions that followed Aizen blindly, he couldn't help but think of dogs.
And when he thought a little further, Gin couldn't help but feel like Aizen needed tighter leashes.
The dogs Aizen owned were nosy at best, and yet always broke their leashes to run away and Aizen would only chuckle and walk after them, not worrying if they were hit by cars.
During meetings Gin did counts of every Espada and listed where they were. To him, there were only three types of dogs here.
The first were breeds that didn't care what happened. They were the dogs that didn't want to sniff around and instead simply walked back home when Aizen's leashes slipped his grasp. These mutts followed commands and sat when told to sit because they knew they would get peace and prizes if they did. The golden one with the muzzle, the set of two who slept all day, the largest of the group, and the pink-colored one saw their chances to get and gain food. The two-headed one thought he could become a Cerberus if he stuck around, and the dark-skinned one followed Aizen for the sake of following Aizen.
The blue-spiked one, the slim one, and oldest dog were in the second group; they were the dogs that wanted to tear into their owner and seek out their territory. If anyone came by, the blue dog would bark and bite his or her head off. The old dog, on the other hand, would make threats and challenges, but muter than the other. The slim one did whatever he could to get a fight, but relied on jumping fences and making sure his opponent was paralyzed. They annoyed Gin the most, giving his reasons in his head but never said a word to Aizen in fear of having the hounds chase after him. But the slim one has his own agenda, Gin thought, and seemed to only want to bite his master if it meant trying to chase down a 16-wheel for fun.
And in the very end of everything, when all the puppies left dinner to go to their kennels, willingly or not, Gin would sigh, before watching the last one leave, giving Aizen a bow and, usually, getting a mission to attend to. And Gin would be reminded.
To him, you see, the white-furred purebred that marched with his head held high and his tail limp was in the third group.
Because, honestly, Gin didn't know what to call this dog.
The white one was odd; when the leashes are set loose, this one lingered behind, forcing Aizen or Tosen to prod him to get him to move, and even then when Aizen had his back to the hound it didn't take long to see white and black ears trailing behind.
The dog sat on command but rejected rewards. When told to beg, he would do so only for Aizen, and never for Tosen or Gin or the orange-colored bird. When told to fetch, the dog would follow, and unlike the blue mutt or the golden breed, the white-furred dog would quickly get the item and return it, making sure no slobber was on the object while also hoping that he didn't take too long, even if it was a second later than early.
Aizen cared about this pup as much as he cared about the others (very little), and Gin had another reason to hate the owner's guts.
Yet, when Gin moved around the kennels, and found the dog talking to the orange bird, he wondered if this dog was as loyal as Aizen thought he was.
And Gin would shake his head and continue on, because he knew that the day Ulquiorra Cifer turned on his master would only exist in dreams.
I thought of how the Espadas resemble dogs and then this happened.