I loved my captain. Though perhaps the word love is too gentle and the emotion too naive for what we shared. I adored his sweet smile that masked his darker nature, like an earwig hidden in an apricot. I loved that he could kill a man before they knew they were dying or stretch their death out into an amusing operetta as suited his mood.
It wasn't only his ability to destroy that fascinated me, I also enjoyed his ability to create. Nothing could be quite so thrilling watching him cap the white walls of Las Noches to house a sun in a world of night or tear from the depths the beautifully hideous monsters of his arrancar. To be a witness to these acts of a god from the hands of a man was truly intriguing. Perhaps that is what I loved the most. That thing fools would call his humanity, his flawed perfection.
Yes I loved the man that was Captain Aizen, but from the moment I laid eyes on this new form I knew I had no love for the god. Even in this state of half developed godhood I despise him. I know that loving a god is different from loving a man and worship has never suited me.
As I land behind him I can feel his humanity fading like water spilled on hot dry ground. My false smile widens and ShinsÅ hums delightedly, if we survive this moment he will have earned the name of his bankai.
AN: According to wiki Gin's bankai means God-Killing Spear.