What really happened to Aizen Sosuke: Part 2

Pairing: None.

Warning: Spoilers for Chapter 415. Nothing else short of crack warnings... but you knew that anyway.

A/N: ...Because everyone was thinking it.

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Ichimaru Gin fell to the ground, eyes wide for once.

"Thank you, Gin… for providing me with the fear necessary to evolve further."

Aizen's voice was pleasant as the wound healed over, regenerating rapidly. Wide wings spread from his back now.

He didn't… even…

"No!"

And suddenly Rangiku was there, holding him.

No… get back…

"I'll deal with you later… but now… I have more important matters to deal with… such as the ascension to godhood."

"Aren't you forgetting something, Aizen?"

Ichigo Kurosaki stepped through the opening Senkaimon.

"Ichigo," he said pleasantly as he turned. "I see you've – "

The expression on Aizen Sosuke's face was an unfamiliar one that had probably not been seen there for several centures, and it was one that Ichimaru Gin, certainly, had never seen before. It was also one that he commited to memory, simply because seeing Aizen's 'wtf' face was probably the last source of amusement he thought he would ever have.

Oh, wait… it's clearing now. Rangiku, ya idiot…

Aizen Sosuke began to laugh, a grating, echoing sound.

"This is your ultimate power?"

"I spent three months with Dad training."

Gin's gaze shifted over to Ichigo.

The boy's attire had changed considerably since the last time he'd seen him.

Instead of the original black bankai coat of Tensa Zangetsu, he was now wearing something relatively normal for the current fashions of teenage humans, although the part that drew the eye most was probably the black-and-red cap with the strange insignia on…

"Hahahahahahahaha!" Aizen laughed insanely. "You really hope to defeat me without a zanpakuto? And I had hoped I would be able to eat your soul… but it seems you're really worthless after all, Ichigo Kurosaki!"

"That's true."

"Oh?" Aizen cocked his head to one side. "You acknowledge this?"

"My strength… comes from others. The people around me. My companions. The ones I've travelled with and befriended. My dad… taught me the truth when I was in the Dangai. About my destiny."

"Really?"

"To become… the greatest Pokemon trainer!"

Aizen stared.

"You're insane."

Ya know, he really is slippin'… that's the second time today, Gin mused. Although he did say he had to agree with Aizen. He couldn't sense any traces of the boy's reiatsu any more.

Ichigo reached for his belt grimly, removing a red-and-white sphere.

"Snorlax."

A bright crimson light flared, as a huge mountain of a creature suddenly appeared out of it, defying all known laws of physics (but this is Bleach anyway, so it isn't like anyone's going to notice).

Aizen stared…

Up…

At about 460 kilograms of Snorlax. It was an impressive sight.

"You really hope that creature can defeat me? Then you're even more deluded than I originally thought. If I must… then I will obliterate all hope you have left."

"Rollout."

"Wha-"

The creature started spinning towards Aizen, who fired off energy blasts at short range, causing his stomach to make strange noises and Snorlax to move faster, apparently incensed. A lot faster.

There was a crunch.

Ichimaru winced.

Wild Butterfree appeared!

Go! Snorlax!

Snorlax used Rollout! It's super effective!

Wild Butterfree fainted!

"So, Ichigo, you've co-"

Ichigo Kurosaki uses Master Ball!

Congratulations! Wild Aizen was caught!