Hellish Pranks
"Gin, what is the meanest thing you've done?" Aizen asked as he filled out his paperwork.
The silver haired captain pretended not to hear him. He traced the windowpane with his finger.
"Gin?" Aizen asked again.
"Hm?"
"What is the meanest thing you've done to someone?"
Ichimaru Gin stepped away from the wall to grin at his former captain. "Why do you ask?"
"I wish to know."
Ichimaru turned and leaned his back against the wall. "It's nothin' like murderin' someone or plottin' to take over the world."
"Did I say I wanted you to?"
"Was it a suggestion, Aizen-sama?"
Aizen ignored him. "You don't join the usual social gatherings and you certainly don't do your paperwork. I want to know what you do with your time."
Gin's trademark smirk spread across his wide face. "Things to keep things interestin'."
"Such as…?"
"Pranks."
"Ichimaru Gin, you are the most vague person I know."
Gin rubbed his neck and smiled. "The meanest thing I've done, eh? Mmm… Too many to say, Aizen-sama."
"Well, what's the latest one?" Aizen asked, turning to his ex-lieutenant.
Ichimaru grinned. "I moved Tousen-san's furniture around."
Aizen stared at him in disbelief and shook his head. That poor blind man, Aizen thought.
"Ichimaru Gin, you are going to Hell…"