Prologue

Aizen has lived a long time. Over 160 years. So he has had over 160 birthdays. Each one of them is was fun. But Aizen can only name 7 that was the most memorable. He hands out awards to those birthdays.

Aizen is 170 as of today, God of the Universe. He walked into his room, a little tipsy. Ever since his 18th birthday, he's known how to keep his liquor in check. Yes, his 18th birthday. That is in his one of top 7 most memorable birthdays.

Thoughts flooded his mind, along with heavy currents of memories. Flashes of people and actions coursed through eyes.

Gin's blushing face. Some girl crying out like a whore. Shunsui leaving the bar with six to seven girls. Rangiku drunk. A hollow reaching out for him. Six little girls crying, huddled in the corner. Shinji looking at him with hatred. Yorichi in the hot spring. Unohana on top of him. Ulquiorra naked on his bed. Harribel with Mila Rose on his bed.

It was a like a slideshow with 2 seconds per picture. He sat down on his empty bed. He called Mila to his room. She walked in, with her release showing as asked. "You know it's my birthday..." he trailed off, expecting her to figure out exactly what he was getting to.

"Yes, Lord Aizen. Lady Harribel has told me to please you tenfold." she sounded disgusted. But she wouldn't be after he was finished with her.

Mila Rose screamed, an orgasm rocking her body for the tenth time now. Aizen looked down on her, his children coating her walls thickly. He bent down and kissed her neck sensually. His tongue swiveled over her neck. "How did that feel? Did it feel good? Tell me."

Mila panted heavily, begging for more. "I'm sorry, you didn't answer my questions." he said. He tried to get up, but her legs locked him place. "P-Please...Lord Aizen...don't let me go..." she moaned.

Aizen smirked and put his head in the crook of her neck, putting all his weight on her chest. "Mila, I don't think Harribel would like it if she found out you were actually enjoying all of this." he murmured into her neck. She moaned with every word vibrated into her neck.

"Lady Harribel told me to do whatever you asked!"

"And here you are the one asking."

"Please!"

"I am asking of you to let me go. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll call you back." Mila Rose did as she was told and got up quickly. She fixed her hair and put on her armored thong and bra. She breathed heavily and looked at Aizen once more before she left.

Aizen got up and called in a female servent. "Isa, please change my bed for me." he said to blushing girl. Naked, he strolled out to his balcony. He sat in a chair, beside a table with a white china tea set on top.

Another birthday gone successful. he thought blissfully as he poured himself a cup.

Aah, but this birthday wasn't among the most memorable. He sits back waiting for his sheets to be cleaned. The bed was huge, so it would take 3-5 minutes to get the sheets off...then another 6 minutes for the covers because they were so heavy. It would take at least 2 hours and a half before he would get in bed again. He sighed, nothing to do but reminise on the good old times.

He took another swig, then looked at the moon. It was just as bright and full as it was on his 18th birthday.

"Aaah, I remember that..." he said as the memory came back as number 7 on the Top 7. Most Drunken Birthday.