Aizen, sat at the long, stone meeting table. Gin was at his left, and Tousan was at his right. Both sides of the table were adorn with his loyal followers, the Espadas. All of them wondering why they had been called so early in the morning for a meeting. As nothing of any importance really happens here, and when it does it is no coarse for celebration. Aizen blew gently on the tea in front of him, before taking a sip. He then took out a small pad.
Grimmjow groaned mentally to himself, as he dreaded the long, drawn out, pointless speeches, this man, he reluctantly he called his leader give. Stark was one more step ahead, as he took out a small inflatable pillow out of his pocket, quietly blowing it up, he settled down for a nap.
Aizen continued to look at the pad in his hands. The title of this document was. To Do List, The Steps To Becoming A God. Lets see The Future God thought to himself. Deceive soul society for 110 years, find loyal minions, Stalk orange haired boy, steal the shiny marble thingy, Make fantastic and sexy exit. He pulled a hand mirror out of nowhere,and dramatically posed in front of it, while running his hand through his grease slicked hair. Ascend to underworld, demean the god of the underworld, by making him N0.2, Create army of minons, who will die for me, because I am just too awesome to die, Continue to stalk orange haired boy. Hmm... what else, as his eyes trailed down the list., he found something quite disturbing. He found the word butterfly, with a cool little doodle next to it. What...the. Why would I plan this. I am just too handsome to do that to myself, as he produced the mirror again posing once again in front of it. Besides that only happens in cartoons and animes, which I am not a part of.
All of the Espadas, excluding Stark, where now staring at there now insane acting leader. Aizen felt a tap on his shoulder, as he jumped from the shear contact of it. Gin had snapped him out of his crazy behavior, so he thought, Aizen just turned, and looked at the fox faces squinty eyes. He gripped his jacket in a death grip, and pleadingly asked, if he ever turned into a butterfly, he had the permission to kill him. Ohhhh...kay...Aizen... I'll...do that, Gin shakly said, as the deathgrip lesened around his jacket, and his "fearless leader calmed down. When Gin was out of eye range, he started to make crazy motions with his long thin fingers, elisting snickers and nods of agreement from the army before him. When Gin did leave though, he realized something, trying to become a God cannot be easy, then as if he knew it all along, he shot his index finger up into the air in a very dramatic way, his smile threatening to crack his face. Tousan, he cried. Grab me an Atlas, and The Big Book Of Places We Can Never Go Again. Aizen needs a vacation. I'm sure there is at least on place in the living world, where we are still welcome. Gin guessing that Aizen would take his children and followers with him, as he never goes anywhere without them. Tousan just mumbled as he left. I'm blind dammit, how can I find an Atlas.
