Author's note: Once again, thanks everybody who faved or reviewed this fic. Here I present you the nightmare about Aizen. I hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

"Do you know where did I put my glasses?" Aizen asked, feeling his way along his desk.

"I think they might be in the top drawer," Matsumoto suggested. Aizen's hand reached under the desk, moving back and forth for a while.

"And where's the drawer?" he asked with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. Matsumoto sighed and walked over to him.

"Here," she said and opened the drawer in question. She leaned over it to search its contents. It was full of writing utensils, but no glasses there.

"Any luck?" Aizen asked, leaning over the drawer too. As he did so, one of his hands grasped Matsumoto's buttock. The woman moved away.

"Captain Aizen!" she exclaimed scandalized.

"Sorry, Matsumoto-fukutaichou," the visually challenged man apologized. "I thought it was the arm rest on my chair."

"Nothing happened," the busty woman replied.

"And I still don't have my glasses," Aizen sighed. "Oh, what's that?" He made a grab for Matsumoto's necklace, but missed and ended up grabbing one of her boobs instead.

"That's my breast," she answered unamused.

"Oh sorry, I meant that," the captain moved his hand to her necklace.

"That's my necklace," she told him coldly.

"Really?" he questioned. "But the ring looks just like my glasses."

"Your glasses are rectangular," Rangiku reminded him. "And how would your glasses end up on my neck?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Anything's possible."

"And why are you still feeling me up?"

"Oh, sorry," Aizen smiled apologetically, but was a bit slow in retracting his hand from her bosom. Matsumoto scowled. "Would you please help me search for my glasses?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." she shrugged. There was no point in refusing. She could tell an order when she heard one, no matter how it was worded.

The search went exactly like she suspected it would. Aizen touched every surface in the room, supposedly in an attempt to locate his missing glasses, but all too often his hands landed on some part of Matsumoto's anatomy, usually her butt or boobs. And the stupid glasses were still nowhere to be found. Finally the blonde couldn't stand it anymore.

"Look where you put that hand!" she yelled, smacking the offending appendage away from her cleavage.

"I'm sorry, but I can't look where I put my hand," Aizen replied. "In case you have forgotten, I have misplaced my glasses."

"Oh, quit the crap," she scowled. "There's no way your eyesight is really that bad. The lenses are almost flat, so you should at worst see a bit blurry. Yet you keep grabbing me and coming up with stupid excuses. I think you can see just well, you pervert."

"You wound me, Matsumoto-fukutaichou," the Fifth Division captain said with hurt in his voice. "How can you think that of me? And for your information, my eyesight is actually very bad. There is a kidou on the lenses to curve the light coming through. It works only one way, so my eyes don't look deformed to other people."

"Really?" she asked skeptically. "I've never heard about such a spell."

"I developed it myself," he explained. "It's rather complicated. It took me many tries and many destroyed glasses before I managed to cast it right. And now I lost them. If I don't find them soon, I'll have to make new ones and it can take days, weeks even before I succeed. I'm afraid you'll have to do all the paperwork in the meantime. I'm sorry, I know how much you hate it, but it's necessary. For the division. For me." He smiled his best warm smile.

"Don't worry, Aizen-taichou," she said, nearly panicking. The thought of doing all the paperwork could do that to her. "I'm sure we'll find your glasses. Couldn't you have left them somewhere else?"

"That's impossible," he shook his head. "I would have trouble getting here if that was the case."

"Oh."

"It's alright," he smiled gently. "Let's resume our search. What's this?"

"My butt!" she shrieked. Half-blind on not, she was still convinced he was doing it on purpose.

"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly.

As Matsumoto was going through his drawers once again, Aizen watched her perfectly shaped backside and smiled. His beautiful fukutaichou was so easy to manipulate. Too bad that Gin tended to get annoyed whenever he overdid it. He wondered how long he could keep this going before he'd have to pull the glasses from his sleeve. He decided that he could keep it on for a little longer and grabbed Matsumoto's butt again.