Gin was out getting the mail one day when a particular letter caught his eye. It was addressed to Aizen-Sama. It was pale pink and smelled of cotton candy. Oh my! Gin thought. What do we have here? A sly grin spread out across the man's face as he turned around and walked back into the palace, whistling a merry tune as he went.
"Aizen, mail's here!" Gin announced loudly as he entered into the throne room.
Aizen glanced up from his teacup then moved to set it down upon the tea tray beside him.
"Excellent Gin. Hand it over."
"Of course Sir." Gin said as he walked over to Aizen, handing him the stack of letters.
"You may leave now Gin, I require your services no longer."
"As you wish m'lord." Gin said, then he was gone.
Aizen ran a hand across his face and sighed.
He sorted through the various envelopes.
Bills, Junk-Mail, More Bills, WTF? is this?
Aizen's eyes bulged at the suspicious letter.
He could tell it wasn't dangerous and wouldn't blow up in his face, or release poisonous gases or anything of the sort.
He could feel it's spiritual pressure!
It was giving off very strange vibes.
Why in Hueco Mundo does it smell so sweet?
And why is it pink?
Uh-oh! Aizen thought panicking slightly.
(just a tad.)
Aizen opened the unmarked letter and his eyes quickly scanned the pretty pink piece of stationary he held.
Here is what he read-
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Aizen gasped! SHOCK! Who sent this. Who knew he was really a woman?
How dare they mock him! Er her!
I must put an end to this. My secret must stay safe. This individual must die! she thought to herself.
Or it could be several people that are in on this. she mused as she brought her fingers up to her lips thoughtfully.
