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What He Knows
A/N: Follow-up to "This Thing Must Be Attained."
"You're so predictable, Aizen. Looking for something that doesn't exist."
That statement had stuck with him, regardless of the context in which it had been used. To mock his idea of perfection. Had he the proper resources, the right people, maybe he could use it to his advantage. He could prove it wrong, make everything he imagined very much alive.
He couldn't get it out of his head, that omnipresent desire. It was a constant companion, leaving whisperings in the wind for him to decipher. Gradually, it became somewhat of an obsession, always on his mind and in his sight. It was that very thing that the rest of his classmates couldn't grasp. A concept that eluded them. Or, in Mayuri's case, something that had simply been damned.
But that was all the more reason for him to go on.
At times, Sosuke would say things that he knew largely irritated the other boy. Things that would get him to start chattering on about the reasons perfection was a flawed belief, why it could not possibly exist. Each word was filtered into the aspiring youth's mind, stored away for that time during which he'd dismiss them, prove them to be false.
He wasn't foolish for believing in it, as he'd been told. He wasn't predictable, either. Mayuri likely expected him to have swallowed those words, to keep them in his head as a warning, a deterrent. What he wouldn't count on was for Sosuke to proceed as he'd initially planned.
He would go on, and he knew he would succeed.
People would die, yes, but theirs would be necessary sacrifices. What was the life of a few thousand humans, anyway? After all, no one would miss them.