Yep, usual disclaimers. Bleach is owned by Kubo Tite, not me. I'm just a fangirl who hopes to entertain fellow fans with random stories. Enjoy, and don't forget to review!
Regretting
"Y'know, taichou, maybe ya should'n 'av gone n' bro-"
"Gin…"
"What?"
Aizen sighed. His former fukutaichou would never lose that attitude. Or the accent. Though the accent was oh-so-kinky when they were alone…
"…well, ya could at least go n' get some new o-"
"Gin! Would you sh- OW! Buggering…"
He cursed as he did it -again- and wondered just why he'd designed Las Noches with so many damn pillars. Sure, it fit the I'm-an-evil-maniacal-genius-be-awed-by-my-evil-base-muahahahaha bill just fine, but it definitely wasn't any good in this department.
Speaking of which, maybe that hadn't been a good idea either. Granted, he spent most of his time just sitting on his throne smirking and ordering various Arrancar around or making out with his foxy fukutaichou, but for things like this, it was really… embarrassing.
He heard a slight laugh behind him, which was quickly covered up. Aizen turned and glared about three feet to Ulquiorra's left, and the arrancar hurriedly shut up.
…great. Even sword-up-his-ass Ulquiorra was sniggering at him behind his back now, and Grimmjow, while still complaining about the 'fuckin' blind pansy who cut off my fuckin' arm', didn't miss a chance to laugh at his evil overlord.
Hmm… maybe he should get Tousen to cut off a few more limbs. Maybe that would help…
There was another loud bang followed by a lot of cursing from the ex fifth division captain, who had just walked into a wall for the twelfth time that day.
And as Gin laughed his ass off in the corner, Aizen thought that, as cool as it had been at the time, maybe he shouldn't have broken his glasses…
