Sometimes, Even Aizen's Plans Backfire
(A silly little OOC, Aihime, short one-shot.)
"I finally made it!" shouted Ichigo as he galloped into a large, high-vaulted room in the vast Las Noches palace. His unrefined ability to sense Orihime's reiatsu lead him in the direction of the closed door he was fast approaching.
"This must be the room Aizen's been keeping Inoue prisoner. Now, I'm finally gonna rescue her from this place!"
As he ran up to the door, he quickly kicked it open, took a few steps through the doorway, and stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly, his eyes began to grow wide...
"I said I wanted red-bean paste with honey on my ice cream, Sousuke-chama! Not wasabi!" screamed Orihime to Aizen as she lazily lounged on her billowy white couch. Aizen stood still in the middle of the room, facing her, clad from neck-to-ankle in one of his typical all-white, self-designed outfits.
"You can take back your stupid eggplant, too!" she yelled, throwing the purple vegetable directly at his face, hitting him square on the nose.
"Huh?" said Ichigo, under his breath, as he stood near the doorway, contorting his confused face.
"I'm so sorry, dear," replied Aizen, cooly and calmly, as usual, "I promise I'll get it right next time."
"Oh—you are so useless, Sousuke-chama!" declared Orihime, sitting up a bit as she quickly folded her arms over her chest and stuck her nose up in the air. "You're always going on and on about 'one day' ruling Soul Society...Why don't you quit trying to take over Heaven, and get a real job for a change!!"
"Sousuke-chama?" repeated a bewildered Ichigo as his posture began to droop towards the ground.
"Yes, dear—whatever you say..." said Aizen, as he turned away from her towards the door, still eyeing her with his side vision.
"And, what's with that outfit?!" she asked, steadily raising her voice again, "I thought I told you to stop wearing all white! And, don't even think of coming back in here to see me again until you start showing some more cleavage, mister!!"
"Yes, dear..." said Aizen by rote, finally moving his eyes away to view the doorway ahead. He began to saunter over to Ichigo, who had already began scratching his own head by the time she insulted Aizen's clothes.
"Geez...Aizen," said Ichigo, as the older man waltzed up to him. "You've really spoiled Inoue since she's been here, haven't you?"
"She's all yours," he whispered as he leaned toward Ichigo's ear, shielding his mouth from Orihime's view. "You can take her back anytime..."
"...Um..." muttered Ichigo, "I'm not sure I want to anymore..."
...The End.
Addendum: Some people have expressed curiosity over what Orihime has done with Gin and Tousen, now that she's whipped Aizen into shape. To follow-up on their fate, Orihime has made Gin the palace minstrel/vocalist who must sing to her while she's in the shower every morning. As for Tousen, he must carry everything she needs to take with her, anywhere, on a pretty pink pillow made of crushed velvet...with his shirt off, of course!
Additionally, she has even put Grimmjow to work at massaging her feet every night before she goes to bed, and Ulquiorra must feed her red grapes while she soaks in a steam bath every afternoon. I'm sure if Ichigo chose to stick around, she'd have him half-naked, bending over and lifting heavy things that don't really need to be lifted, nor moved, at all. (lol) She has all the men in the palace holding fast to their loin cloths everytime she passes by them! In short, she has officially taken over Las Noches. Way to go, princess...