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The Empty Set
A/N: Follow-up to "What He Knows."
He was an idiot, having abandoned himself, his possibilities, to such a frivolous thing: A "perfect" status in a clearly imperfect world. A senseless notion, and one that could not possibly be attained.
Sosuke Aizen really had no scope of reality, let alone anything else.
The boy was playing with an empty set of numbers, nothing in that supposedly brilliant head of his. And yet, they all adored him. Students of all ages, teachers, and a rather large gathering of obsessive, drooling little girls. It was all so damned sickening. It was because he appeared to be perfect; because he wore the guise with far more tact than anyone would have guessed.
They were blind, unable to see that he was just as pitiful as the rest of them. There was only one significant difference: Aizen knew how to stack the deck in his favor, and his trump card was that undeniable charm.
But they were Aizen's devices, not his. And they would lead to his downfall in a rather short amount of time. Perhaps he would rise on gilded wings, but they would be certain to bring him down once he reached the sun, if not sooner. The weight of one's pride couldn't get very far off the ground.
If anything, it would be entertaining to watch Aizen play his little game, for it would lead to the same conclusion.
There is nothing perfect in the world.