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Notes: This is a drabble. It's alone at the moment. I guess if I come up with more of them, I'll add them as new chapters. For now though, this is it.
Waiting
Aizen-sama is not afraid. To Ilforte and many others, this is all a man needs to lead. Even feral Grimmjow follows—however unwillingly—because a fearless man is more powerful than any other. Those other two, though… Ilforte watches Grimmjow watching them. So Ilforte knows that the Sexta searches for something—an opening. He does not lean against the wall with a disgruntled glare, his arms crossed irreverently over his chest, but instead crouches low, tail twitching just a little at the tip, his shoulder blades cutting the air above him as he waits, and waits, and silently waits.