Good evening. Needless to say, I'm not terribly good at reaching out and actually -speaking- with you all, soutaichou forbid. So, I'll post another story, and hopefully you'll forgive me for not be as quite verbose as possible, and I encourage you to send me a mail sometime.
To tantalize your tastes for better literature, I offer you a tale this night, a story of Aizen's one slip in front of his calligraphy courses he taught in the Gotei Thirteen prior to the inevitable tragedy that was his rise to rule Hueco Mundo. I do hope you'll enjoy it. Beware treachery, comrades.
God is Dead,
Rioshi.
The treacherous curve of the smile adorning Aizen's lips was the only thing people could remember. Some waved it off, thinking it an overactive imagination. Others blocked out the memory of Sosuke so out of character the day Byakuya Kuchiki and Renji Abarai left for the human world. Others of course, could not so easily fool themselves. The haunting smile, the cheshire like grin was on display when a hell butterfly perched upon the finger of the Fifth division's captain. Only the latest attendant of Aizen's calligraphy course at the Academy who was not yet enthralled with the man's generous nature would wimper in their barracks through the night. By all that was good and holy of the soutaichou, the poor girl would imagine the shark glint of his teeth like blood had been spilled in the waters. And she certainly had the right of it.
"Ah, a riddle was it? 'Something lost, something found; something broken, something round?' My dear, I certainly have no idea!" the gentleman in front of her waved off politely, his innocent smile accompanied by a forced gesture of modest humility when the taichou realized his killing intent leaked for a second. No matter, the situation was not beyond repair.
Aizen blinked owlishly through his glasses after the moment had passed, noting the terrified doe like eyes of the student he was trying to instruct while his lieutenant's message had been faithfully relayed to keep her superior in the know about the Gotei 13's politics. But what about the terrified lady before him, in this audience of a hundred who gathered to attend a humble captain's course? Poor girl, she must be so deliciously heartbroken seeing her role model turn to ashes in her mind. Made him almost wonder if he could break Momo's mind the same way.
No matter. It would be years before this girl could possibly threaten him to the others that he might be more than what everyone believed, and by then his plans would come to beautiful fruition. There was something almost succulently sweet to snaking his way through the ranks, letting those powerless to his goals devour the forbidden fruit of knowledge... and watching them realize they had accepted a Serpent's apple in the Garden of Eden.
Right before he killed them, of course.
Two breaths, in and out, the overbearingly polite eyes of the treacherous shinigami fluttering closed as his chest rose and fell with a gentle sigh before Aizen stood up with a powerfully magnanimous smile. His warm and welcoming composure eagerly embracing the kinder, gentler aspects of his nature to those who might have seen his momentary release, and the brown haired sympathy in his tone easily infected all who were present with an almost soulful gaze.
"Dearest students, my proud and rising ranks of our latest generation taking up arms in the Gotei Thirteen, you have done me great honor in attending my course these past few months. But pray, forgive me my departure, this class will sadly have to resume another time- my own attendance is mandatory in the defense of our great Soul Society this day."
Aizen took a step back before the classroom and bowed almost studiciously, showing them what everyone saw as a magnanimous gesture to new shinigami nobility as a powerful authority in the Gotei that they would pass praise upon to their clans and comrades in the Seireitei for. Surely of course, the man who would show such respect to the up and coming nobles of this city was the perfect man to help lead a magnificent division of it. Sadly for these rising stars, only the girl in the front row who was exposed so strongly to his killing intent could see the disdain mocking Aizen's sneer as he pandered to the nobility he felt beneath him, face hidden in mid bow before his expression shifted back. Like a cobra, his words ensnared the small girl who had fought so hard for a better life all the way back to the Rukongai's Zaraki ward in district eighty. Life was not fair, was it?
"Oh, and Sayori-san? Gin-sensei would like a word with you if you'll indulge him after class?" Sosuke offered benevolently as the lecture room filed out unaware with a few jealous looks at Sayori from behind, the girl's frantic stares to her right and left incredulous as she was left alone with the patronizing smile of the assistant teacher like a death toll of a massive bell. Soon even the merciful Aizen-sama had left the scene, and there was nobody left to see poorSayori ever again.
A muffled scream rang out before it cut out suddenly as Aizen's footsteps paused not once in his departure underneath the open sky and radiant light of heaven. He waved happily to the couples and even a few of the instructors going about their daily life, his mind awhirl with all sorts of pleasant possibilities and torturous deviancies playing through the cruel shinigami's thoughts.
And it was this same peaceful hour of the day that lead him wistfully back to his division's office, only slightly sighing under his breath how unfair it was he had to waste such a gorgeous day indoors. A pair of sixth seath shinigami passing by him giggled adoringly as they passed the captain by, believing his words to be for their presence. Please.
It was the sun that beckoned him to his 'duty', as bright and brilliant as the humblest captain's cheerful smile while he walked leisurely down the streets of the fifth division's section. Gin had flashed stepped into place loyally behind him, and Aizen withheld a dangerous chuckle of pure malice behind his smile. He could walk without fear down these pazed roads with bows and cheers welcoming him in broad daylight.
The Night would not fall until Hueco Mundo rose to meet him.
Something Lost,
Something Found.
Something Broken,
Something Round.
'Why Rukia, so kind of you to bring me my Hogyoku'.