(A/N: Oh, I've been waiting to do this cuz this has gotta be Aizen's theme song! If you just change a few words as I did, it fits perfectly. Anyway, sorry if Aizen seems a bit OC I'm writing this out at 2 am. Enjoy!)
Aizen sat in his chair at the head of the table, his head resting on his hand, and surveying the Espadas he'd just chosen. He stood up and started to walk around the table.
"I never thought arrancars essential," he started, looking at a few of them. "They're crude, and unspeakably vain," he held up one finger, as if proving a point, "but maybe, they've a glimmer of potential, if allied to my vision and brain."
He continued around the table, a smirk growing on his face. "I know that your powers of retention are as wet as a hollow's backside. But thick as you are, pay attention!" A few of them jumped. "My words are a matter of pride. It's clear from your vacant expressions," he waved a hand in front of Wonderwiess's face, then snapped his fingers, "the lights are not all on upstairs. But we're talking kings and successions. Even you," he looked at Grimmjow, "can't be caught unawares." The four sitting around Grimmjow laughed. "So prepare for the chance of a lifetime. Be prepared for sensational news," Aizen jumped up onto the table. "A shining new era is tip-toeing nearer."
"And where do we feature?" Halibel asked. Aizen smiled over his shoulder at her.
"Just listen to teacher. I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded, when at last I am given my dues. And in justice deliciously squared," He whirled around at the end of the table, back in front of his seat, and threw a fist in the air, "Be prepared!"
"Yeah! Be prepared! We'll be prepared!" said Grimmjow from the middle of the table. Then a blank expression crossed his face. "For what?"
"For the death of the king," Aizen answered as if the answer were obvious.
"Is he sick?"
"No, fool! We're gonna kill him. And his family too," Aizen added as an afterthought.
"Great idea!" said Halibel. "Who needs a king?"
Grimmjow joined her in cheering, "No king! No king! La-lala la la-la!"
"Idiots!" Aizen snapped. "Their will be a king!"
"But you just said-" Grimmjow started.
"I will be king!" Aizen cut him off. "Stick with me and you'll never lose to Soul Reapers again!"
Every arrancar at the table cheered, "Yeah! All right! Long live the king! LONG LIVE THE KING! It's great that we'll soon be connected, with a king who'll be all time adored!"
Aizen gave a short laugh. "Of course quick pro-quo, you're expected," he drew his finger across his throat, "to take certain duties on board." He walked back to the middle of the table so that they could all see him better. "The future is littered with prizes, and though I'm the main addressee, the point that I must emphasize is," he suddenly looked impatient, his hands in fists at his sides. "YOU WON'T GET A HIT WITHOUT ME!"
"So prepare for the coup of a century! Be prepared for the murkiest scam. Meticulous planning, tenacity spanning, decades of denial, is simply why I'll be king undisputed, respected, SALUTED!" At this all the arrancars stood up and saluted their leader. "And seen for the wonder I am! Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared! Be prepared!"
Everyone else joined him, "Yes our teeth and ambitions are bared! Be prepared!"
Aizen jumped down and sat back in his seat again, grinning evily at the Espada.
So, yeah, you know, Read and Review please!
