It was Aizen's day off so he went down to the store to buy some milk and cookies. On the way there, he turned to me and he said: "When exactly did you fall into the illusion that you were merely writing a fanfiction about me?"
I gasped in horror, and turned to my left, to stare at... wait, it was Aizen! How did he get out of the fanfiction? Then I turned back to my computer screen, and a sword JUMPED RIGHT OUT INTO MY FACE.
Oh, the pain, the unbearable, unbelievable of facial impaling, is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Which, after today, is probably Aizen. Or it would be, if I indeed had an enemy... from the grave. Because I died.
Thank God Bleach is an anime about ghosts right? I mean seriously, things would start weird otherwise. I mean come on, this isn't exactly American Beauty right?
So anyway, Aizen turns to me, and he says: "Things in canon haven't exactly gone, well, to paraphrase a colleague of mine: 'Keikaku* doori.' I have slain one of your 'real life' mortals and brought him into the fictional Soul Society as part of my plan to rewrite Bleach so that I am once again the main antagonist."
"But how can I help, Aizen?" I said, unable to go against his incredible planning.
"Simple, you must journey to this mystical realm called JAPAN, and slay Tite Kubo, and then you must become the new writer of Bleach, a new version of Bleach where I, Aizen, am the villain forever!"
"But, it's not like Highlander man, you can't just kill the author of Bleach and become the NEW author of Bleach."
Aizen looked shocked. I would have believed too, if he hadn't planned all this. "Then all of this was completely useless. Just as I planned."
I sighed. "Now break this illusion Aizen, so I can return to the real world and continue writing fanfiction."
"When exactly, did you fall into the illusion, that YOU were the real person, and I was the fictional character?"
And then I was the Aizen.
* - Keikaku means plan.