A/N: This is something easy for the next two weeks - yep, I'm getting back into the fanfic swing of things (in terms of writing)...this idea is popular in the DBZ section...how will it fare here?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any real people in the world.
Aizen was slowly being pulled up into Hueco Mundo by virtue of Negacion. As he entered the new realm, Soul Society disappeared from his vision, and he was surrounded by darkness.
After an interminable period of time, Aizen Sousuke woke up to find himself in a vanilla white room. Behind him were several screens that displayed pictures of himself.
"This isn't Hueco Mundo..." he spoke out loud.
"Welcome, Aizen." Said shinigami turned to his left to see a large armchair swiveling around to meet him. Its occupant was a middle aged man with jet black hair, cold dark brown eyes, and a white flannel suit.
"Who are you?" Aizen was actually...unsure of something for once; his fingers twitched in favor of unsheathing Kyouka Suigetsu.
"Put that away...it's no use here, although I must say your new look is rather intimidating. No one likes an insanely god modded villain who looks like a nerd."
Aizen gave his trademark smirk. "You still haven't said your name yet; Normally I would just hypnotise you, but it seems you're already aware of that."
"Yes Aizen...nothing gets past me because I am...the architect."
Aizen's eyes widened in shock. Is this the Spirit King?
"I see you are shocked. No, I am not the Spirit King...and you will not know anything else until you answer some questions..."
"What kind of questions?" Aizen inquired.
"Oh you'll see..." the architect gave an odious grin matching Aizen's in complete superiority.
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Ask questions, and he will respond people...