Shiro sneaked onto the grounds of Aizens mansion, with his senses on high alert he noticed every so small change in his surroundings.

He had silently killed the guards at the steel porch.
It had almost been to easy and he felt sorry for whatever poor soul had trained them, because he should be dead by now, either killed by an outrageous Yakuza or commit suicide out of shame for his failure.
The albino listened into the silence, not even a leaf dared to make a sound as it seemed, only the crunching gravel under his feet disturbed the deafening silence with every step he took.
The air was pregnant with the prospect of upcoming fights and it made his blood sing with joy.
He knew that Aizen wouldn't be so naive and let himself be unguarded, since the ones drowning in their own blood really couldn't be called as such.

Shiro reached the front door and listened for any suspicious sound, but the silence remained, so he opened the door carefully and when still no reaction came he entered.
He looked around, noticing that the hall was deserted as well as the adjacent hallways.
That smelled really fishy, for he had been sure he would be jumped as soon as he set one foot into the mansion.
The lack of an armada of low ranking guards that would hurl themselves at him, strained his nerves to an until than unknown level.
Either the Yakuza was really sure of himself or really big shit was waiting for him, further inside of the huge house.
Shiro walked down the hallway straight ahead, that lead further into the lions cave and toward Aizens office.
If the man was in here he would be there.

After a few meters he heard voices echoes.
"...suddenly called us..."
"...ones here..."
Shiro grinned widely, so there was someone here and he could grin even wider for knowing who that was.
He turned around a corner and hid in the shadows of the unlit hallway, patiently waiting until the men got close.
As soon as they appeared in the visual field his hide granted, he jumped at the one closer to him, drawing the Tanto in a fluid motion and a second later blood splattered from a cut throat.
The black haired beanpole collapsed gurgling, without having any time to realize what had hit him, while his partner stared wide eyed at the back of Shiro, frozen on his place out of surprise.

"Who the fuck are you?"
He growled, finding his guts again and grabbing the gun tucked in the back of the hem of his jeans.
Slowly the albino turned around to him, his eyes seeming to glow on the black background and grinning sadistically.
"Me? I'm your worst nightmare."
Recognition flashed in teal eyes a moment before they dulled as the blue haired mans blood left him in streams through his throat.
He hadn't even have enough time to pull his gun out of his hem.
Shiro snarled.
These two had been Espada?
Fucking let downs.
He stepped over the corpses, hoping to find someone worth his time on his way.
His wish was granted, when he heard footsteps coming from a crossing hallway.

Again he hid in the shadows until he caught sight of his opponent.
Using the same attack as before, he missed his goal, as the man ducked under him and send him an upward kick toward his stomach,
This man was smaller than him, but matched him in paleness.
His skin stood out even more, through the long black hair that framed his features.
"Who are you, daring to intrude Aizen-samas residence?"
He asked with a monotone voice.

Shiro ignored the question, rising from his knees.
"Nice kick. You need to have good senses to avoid my first attack."
He readied himself for a new strike, taking the sword so that the blade was facing backward.
Shiro attacked the man again, swinging the blade toward the throat, but his arm got blocked by a single hand.
"You seem trained for assassination. I ask one more time. Who are you?"
Shiro shifted his weight onto his left leg, kicking out with the right into the unprotected side of the smaller male.
Hearing the satisfying crack of breaking rips and a suppressed growl, his smirk returned and he retreated.

The raven glared at him and launched his own attack, blocking Shiros right that held the blade, than grabbing the arm and disarm him, afterward he spun the albino around, locked his arm on his back and forced him to the ground, straddling him with his own body weight.
Shiro turned his face aside, snarling at the man sitting on his back and bucking.
"Get off of me."
A few strands of his hair slipped aside and uncovered a part of his neck.
The raven spotted something black and pushed the white strands of hair aside with his free hand, seeing the tattoo and frowning.
"Zero?"
Shiro used the confusion and carelessness to free himself and startle his opponent, who landed with his butt on the floor and stayed there just a mere second to long.
His chest was impaled by the biting cold of steel.
Once Shiro pulled his blade free again he didn't pay the raven any further attention, but continued his stride.

He was close to Aizens office and sure that the brunette had heard the little fight.
There was no time to waste now, but also no need to run headless into death.
Without any more disruptions he reached the office and listened at the door.
The sound of a gun being unlocked and a shot fired had him jump aside merely enough to avoid a deadly hit.
The door swung open and revealed Aizen sitting at his desk, gun pointed at the albino.
"Ohya. I missed. Your reactions are as well as always, Báiqí."
Shiro gritted his teeth, biting pain bloomed in his left side where the shot still managed to graze him.
Blood flowed down along his leg and pooled to his foot, hadn't he jumped aside he'd suffer a stomach wound and would lie on the ground dying a terribly painful death.
"Aizen."
The albino growled, stepping forward like a predator, ignoring the pain as best as he could.

The brunette fired two more shots, but the albino dodged them effectively.
Fed up with the annoying shooting he threw his blade, stabbing Aizens upper arm, that held the weapon.
The man cursed and dropped the gun, giving Shiro the opening he needed.
He jumped forward, over the desk and threw Aizen, together with his chair, over, he pulled the blade from the arm and pressed it against the mans throat.
"Any last words?"
His nemesis smiled softly at him.
"Yeah."
Shiro raised an eyebrow, waiting for the man to speak.

"Mate."

The albino noticed the cold point of a gun against his lower stomach.
He cursed inwardly at himself, for not thinking before jumping at the man.
It was given knowledge for the ones closest to him that he always wire a Smith&Wesson M60 hidden in his suit.
Hell Aizen even had called him his human M60 some times, because he was also a hidden weapon, made of flesh and bone, yet he still had forgotten about it.
Now, whatever he might do, the chance of getting out alive had shrunk to an almost non existent level.

Shiros lips parted in a toothy grin and he hissed.
"I'm looking forward, seeing you again in hell."
He drew the blade over Aizens throat, feeling a bullet tear through his flesh in the same moment and leaving his body through his grazed left side.

His body movement had deflected the direction of the shot, directing it sideways through his pancreas.
He fought against the pain, a hand pressing onto the wound in an attempt to slow the blood flow at least a bit.
Shiro rose to his feet and stumbled through the halls, passing the still unnoticed corpses, his blood mixing with the one, already drying on the floor.
He managed to leave the mansion and head down some streets, before the blacked out in a sideway.

"I'm sorry...Ichi..."

Chapter 10
End

I'm mean ain't I?

If you want to know how exactly the mentioned gun looks, you have to google it.
All I can say is that it is a small handgun, that can easily be hidden inside of a business suit.

Yeah well, I think I don't need to name the three Espada that Shiro killed, it should have been obvious enough ^^

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Shiro Yue