Chapter 2 shinketsu?

Aizen narrowed his eyes as he saw movement to the side as he disposed of the hollow. There was a little boy, dressed in rags, with a mop of wild black hair and terrified wide green eyes staring at him. He frowned at the boy, before moving towards the boy, curious about him, when he threw a fearful glance over his shoulder and ran into the forest.

Aizen followed; his suspicions that the boy could see him confirmed. He had to acknowledge the boys speed and ability to lose himself in the forest easily. But Aizen could follow the boy by his reiatsu….his abnormally large reiatsu. For someone who looked to be only three years of age the boy was fast and very - Aizen stopped when the boys' reiatsu suddenly disappeared.

Frowning, he stretched his senses, attempting to find the boy, without success. His reiatsu had just disappeared into thin air. Aizen frowned at the loss of the reiatsu. All of the captains could of course hide their reiatsu, but for a child, a living child, to be able to disappear so thoroughly…

He frowned and moved forward, carefully searching for any trace of the boys' passage through the trees, but finding very little. This both annoyed and amused him. Annoyance that a three-year-old could hide from him, and amusement from the same source. Idly, he thought about Soi Fon's reaction when he reported the boy. She would be very interested in meeting him provided, of course that he found said child. If he didn't manage to find the boy, she'd be even more so interested in him. Aizen could almost see the boy in the 2nd Division now. He certainly was fast enough to get the 2nd division's attention, combined with this ability to disappear, it would not surprise him if they grabbed him before he could graduate, if they didn't just put him down for their division on his entrance application.

Aizen stopped when he felt eyes on him. He frowned, seeing nothing, feeling nothing - save a throbbing pain in his arm from the hollow. He knew the wound was poisoned from what he had read about the hollow who seemed to prefer that the souls he ate be in agony as he did so. He lowered himself to the ground, and ignored the feeling of eyes on him to look over his arm better.

His eyes widened as suddenly - and completely without warning - there was a small hand on his arm, the other hand poking the wound.

"'S poisoned." A little voice said, the owner's eyes staring at him warily. Up close, Aizen could see that they were a brilliant emerald green shade that he had never before seen.

Aizen took a moment to process his words and remember the language the boy spoke before replying. "I know, little one. I will be getting it treated once I return -"

"Nuh-uh. 'S fast acting. Feel weak, world spinning. Won't make it home b'fore it reaches your heart," he stated confidently.

Aizen stared at him, knowing the boy spoke truth. Feeling the weakness spreading through him as they spoke. "Where are your parents, little one?"

The boy shot Aizen a dirty look. "'m not little - and they're dead. They were murdered when I was one. I could heal it." He stated, pointing at the wound.

Aizen raised an eyebrow, curious. "Can you, then?"

The boy nodded and put his hands over the wound and concentrated. Soon, Aizen saw a fine black mist drifting up from his arm and when he looked at his arm, he blinked at the pale pink scar that was fading even as he looked at it. "You have quite the talent there, child." he said, rethinking his previous thoughts of the boys' placing once dead. Unohana-taicho would be most interested in this little one, and his abilitty to so quickly heal such a lethal wound.

Aizen blinked at the brilliance of the smile the boy gave him. Aizen instinctively felt himself smiling back at the little one. He was adorable, in a waifish sort of way. He felt a swift surge of protectiveness rise in him towards the boy. He wanted that smile for himself. "If your parents are dead, child - who takes care of you?" Aizen asked.

Fear and terror sprang to life in emerald orbs. Aizen frowned; it was quite obvious that the boy was terrified at the thought of his guardians. "I can't tell you. I'll get punished for talking to you as it is." As he was speaking, he started to back up until Aizen grabbed his arm to stop him.

"What is your name, child?" Aizen asked. If he could get names or an address, it would be much easier to keep an eye on him.

The boys' eyes narrowed to slits. "NO! You can't! I won't tell you anything! And you can't tell them about me! You have to FORGET!" as the boy screamed this, he threw his arm out and made a motion as though erasing something and ran away.

Aizen frowned and shook his head, disoriented. What was he doing in the forest? And whom did those eyes full of fear belong to? He shook his head and pushed the memory of the eyes to the back of his mind, and left for the Seireitei to ponder and think it over.

It simply did not make sense; how had he ended in the forest? He could remember defeating the hollow and seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, but then his memory was blank from there until he found himself in the forest. If someone had been with him - and then his eyes narrowed. Someone had erased or suppressed his memories without him being aware of it. Someone had managed to attack him and not leave any traces behind. He wasn't sure if he should be amused or angry. His lips twitched and he decided to be amused - and to see if he could undo whatever had been done to him. Immediately. Blanks in his memory were a weakness, and he was not going to allow himself any weaknesses.

Absolutely none.