Death is close. The thought reoccuring in the mind of the former captain of the Gotei 13. All his life, he had lied to the ones that he loved. The image he left was indeed much crueler than his initial image.

He could feel it filling his lungs. He didn't have long. All he can do is look back on his life and regret. Regret what he did. The choices he made. The people he hurt.

Subsequently, Ichimaru Gin poised his blade at the very next generation of Shinigami. For all he knew those could have been his close friends, but it seems fate looked away and left him to fall prey of the dark decisions he had made that seemed eons ago.

The time is now. If he can muster all his strength maybe he can give one final gift to the next generation. His closest thing in life besides Rangiku, the busty amber haired girl that was crying over him.

A smile one of his last not the kind that promised pain, but one that is genuine. He looked at her and uttered the words while hacking up blood. "Let me pass on to the next generation." She gave him a bewildered look and he looked at his Zanpaktou. She soon connected the dots and helped him aim it at the orange haired shinigami that protect them.

The blade in an instant impacted Ichigo's heart and Aizen had a confused look on his face. Gin Ichimaru a double edge sword for him. A traitor to him and Soul Society. The Orange haired boy had a surprised look and even turned to see Gin's creepy face and he felt his soul emotions through his blade. Ichigo took it all in like a sponge. The feeling of regret was strong in the blade.

A bright light blue reiatsu flooded around Ichigo. On his hip is Shinso, the Zanpaktou of Ichimaru Gin's. Ichigo's eyes still held their steel like resolve, but Ichigo now had another reason to fight tooth and nail with Aizen.

"Let's take this somewhere else Aizen." Ichigo says as he takes grabs his face and send the two of the away from Karakura town.