Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, that should be obvious.


It has been said that something as small

as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can

ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world.

-Chaos Theory


Aizen thought he had won…he really did.

"It's good that you came here tonight…"

"We're leaving, Gin, Kaname."

As Aizen turned to go, he thought victory was his.

"DO NOT GO ANY CLOSER, URAHARA-DONO!" Tessai called to Urahara as he went to give chase, "HADO #88, HIRYUUGE-KIZOKU SHINTEN RAIHOU!!"

As the attack came towards him, he was SURE that he would escape.

"Bakudou #81, Danku."

As the spell was cast, he knew he had won.

"Don't move Aizen."

Aizen blinked, feeling the cold metal of a sword against his throat for the first time since he could remember, he felt his composure slipping.

"Shunsui –taichou? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just stopping by…you know, you're not going to leave here tonight."

"W-what!?"

The first one to fall was Tousen, he moved to help his leader, but was hindered by hands grasping his ankles like shackles.

"Muguruma –taichou?"

"That's right you hypocritical little fool, you thought you beat me didn't you?"

Before he could move, before he could think, Kensei was on his feet, steel was in the traitorous shinigami's heart, he dropped to the ground, and then, only then, did he have a moment to think.

"H-how, how could justice fail?"

As Kensei threw a disgusted look at Tousen, Gin decided that he would have to do something.

The boy rushed forward, hand on his sword hilt, he was too afraid of death to await execution, swift versus slow, he preferred the former.

As Lisa's blade cut across his abdomen, as the boy fell to the ground, not dead as he wanted, but alive, alive because he was young, and the young can change, according to some, Aizen's calm demeanor finally deserted him.

"DAMMIT! HOW COULD YOU HAVE CAUGHT ME!? T-this wasn't supposed to happen! I was supposed to win!! You weren't supposed to know until I SAID!!"

"Y'know, you can be really annoying sometimes." Shinji volunteered as he stood up, his mask cracking, wiping dust from his shihakusho.

"H-how are you okay!? Y-you're supposed to be a hollow by now!!" A smile crossed Urahara's face and he pointed towards the sky in explaination mode, "Well, you see…"

"Let's just say we're NEVER volunteering to be this bastards test subjects EVER again." Hiyori interrupted, crossing her arms, she figured even a bakamono like Aizen could figure out what she meant.

It was at that time that Aizen learned two things.

"N-no, impossible." Aizen took a step back.

A game isn't finished until the final move is made.

"Believe it, baka."

He lost because of that.

The step was a bad move, Yamamoto himself appeared behind Aizen, blade drawn.

He learned that maybe Tousen's idea of justice prevailing over all was true,

As he died, he could have sworn he felt his memory fading.

They had lost, hadn't they?

The blood that flowed through Aizen's vein's had spread on the dirt like a river's water after a flood.

But it didn't matter now.

The shinigami left, picking up the only living conspirator, he would spend as much time as it took in a cell.

Nothing did.

The position of 5th division lieutenant remained empty, as if waiting for a specific person to fill it.

Because he was dead.

How will the flutter of this monarch's wings effect the future?


Author's note: Sorry, I'm writing this because one of my friends was wondering what might happen if Aizenhadn't gotten away with the hollowfication thing.