"Sir, there's something you should know."
The bland, brown haired man seated in the luxurious armchair turned, his blank chocolate gaze staring emotionlessly at his companion. The dark skinned man shifted uncomfortably, as if he was being probed rather than looked at, and his grey eyes were clouded behind the thin visor that he wore, not unlike some futuristic pair of sunglasses.
"What is it, Kaname?" he asked, linking his fingers and leaning forward.
There was a moment's hesitation from the dark skinned man, but as always, he respectfully bowed to his superior.
"It's your nephew, sir."
One brow lifted, and a small smile pulled at Sousuke Aizen's lips. "Oh?"
Kaname unconsciously shuddered at the silky tones, recognizing the dangerous lilt that was beginning to become more prominent. He knew all too well what happened if the man were to lose his temper, and unfortunately for him, it wasn't good news he was delivering.
"He's dead, sir."
"Pardon?" Aizen suddenly growled, leaning forward, limbs stiffening. Kaname visibly shivered at the rage he could now hear, and he tried to take a step back, only to find that his limbs no longer wanted to cooperate with his frantic mind.
"Perhaps I misheard you. What did you just say?" Aizen asked softly, slowly moving to get up from his chair and prowl forwards to circle the motionless Kaname. "Because if I heard you correctly, you just told me that the key to our survival is dead."
Shit. Kaname thought to himself as he felt his arm slowly reach to the sheathed knife at his hip. My arm-
"Kaname, I thought I made it quite clear that something like this was never to happen on your watch, correct?" Aizen asked nonchalantly from somewhere to his left. "So why is it that the one day that you do not have someone else to watch over him, he kills himself?"
There was no escape for him now. He felt the knife as it was grabbed from the sheath, and the familiar hiss of the metal as it caught on the smooth leather. It was as if there was another, more dominant force residing in his mind, and that force was controlling his every move like a puppet on its strings.
"No last words? Very well."
Kaname had no chance to stop the knife as his own hand stabbed himself in the chest. There was a moment where he felt as though he were falling, and then Kaname Tousen was dead.
Aizen snarled softly, his rage discontented with the lack of violence that he had used in order to eliminate the person responsible for this inexcusable act. Turning on his heel, the brown eyed man stared directly into the figure standing in the shadows of the room, bright emerald gaze unblinking.
"Find me the strongest necromancer possible." He hissed, drawing himself up to his full height. "I don't care what means you use. Just bring it to me immediately."
The male in the shadow shifted, slowly blinking once, before bowing lightly and disappearing into thin air with barely a sound. A moment following, the scent of chamomile hit Aizen in a soothing breeze, allowing him to inhale and relax marginally. There was no possible way that Ulquiorra would fail him in the task assigned. The pale skinned man was his most loyal and determined in his ranks, with a ruthlessness that he was sometimes unnerved by.
Yes, Ulquiorra would bring him the necromancer he had ordered.