To my lovelies who keep me going
And then to those who call me an emotional masochist...
I still love you!
"Why them?"
Sosuke Aizen looked up from what he was doing to see his Sexta standing in the doorway to the room where he and Szayelaporro were working on healing a group of prisoners, all of whom were unconscious.
"Whatever could you mean Grimmjow?" Aizen smiled as the young man slid into the room, his head tilting the slightest bit to the side in his confusion.
"I thought you hated these guys, the fake arrancar." He gestured as the supine form of a young blond woman laying in front of Aizen, a number of complex machines all working to keep her weakened form alive. "Tosen said that they were mutants that were to be executed by the guys who used to be in charge of your world, that and they tried to go against ya." He shook his head, "I don't get why you would try to save those freaks."
"Tell me something, Grimmjow," Aizen turned back down to his work, taking care to not to jostle her as the Hogyoku in his possession began to glow and focus its light onto the mangled pieces of her waist. "Do you know the process to make a truly beautiful gemstone?"
The arrancar scoffed, "No, why would I?"
"It's quite interesting to think about." He smoothed the young woman's bangs away from her face as she grimaced in her sleep, fingering her locks as he removed the hair bands and clips used to hold it back, lightly tossing them to join the red jacket and white tank top in the small bin filled with her other clothes as the waves fell gently around her face. "Imagine that you hold what looks like an ordinary stone in your hand, broken from the same common stone that all the others come from, but that stone has an incredible rare quality about it, a beauty within that, that with the right hand, can shine brilliantly for he who owns it."
"What does that have to do with those freaks?"
Pulling away from his work, Aizen materialized a stone in his hand. "Right now, each of them is a rough and battered stone, Kisuke Urahara's work that let them each take on such ugly qualities. With enough force," with ease Aizen broke the stone in half, "the rough outer shell can be broken away, revealing the exposed facets and colors within that hold the beauty of the geode. Once exposed," the broken halves began to glow, their rough outsides wearing away, "one has the opportunity to clear away the ugly parts they don't desire, and begin to shape the crystals within to show of their best properties, turning a rough and messy stone," the smaller, exposed, halves each returned to his hands and upon the opening and closing of each of his hands, he held a lovely stone in each, "it is then that you can truly hold a lovely jewel for all to see."
Gesturing to the seven other figures who lay on the other cot beds in the room, each lost in a troubled sleep, a gentle smile appeared on Lord Aizen's face.
"I am saving them, to break them into whatever I please. Perfectly formed jewels don't just appear in one's hand Grimmjow, one must take it upon themselves to clear up the mess to reveal what beauty only the artist can see within." Dropping the stones into Grimmjow's hands, he returned to his work. "I do hope that helped you better understand what I'm doing Grimmjow, now I must return to my work. I do look forward to how they will glitter, my Jewels."