Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. All the credits to Tite Kubo.

Summary: A story about the untold past of Aizen, while he still played the role of vice-captain of the 5th squad. Now, Past and present intersect with a new story unfolding.

Aizen's birthday is today! A new chapter of the story to commemorate it!

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Part II

Chapter 2

–Ambition–

Eight squad's headquarters,

Kyoraku walked calmly by the covered corridor intersecting the garden with the house garden, looking around. He stopped after feeling a presence near him, and swerved back instantly to meet the young and upside down Chieko using her legs to hang on the wooden ceiling.

"Oh~Chieko-chan." A smile flourished on his sloppy face.

"Captain Kyoraku!" she swirled in the air and landed in the ground skillfully.

"What are you doing here in the garden? Weren't you training kido arts?"

"Yes, but I was bored!" she sighed in dismay.

He let out a low sight and looked at the helpless girl in front of him, she could be childish some times, but she was on his squad and he assumed it was his job to babysit her.

"Did you have a fight with your brother again?"

"Yes…" her saddened gaze searched for Kyoraku.

"You shouldn't. Your brother is always worrying about your wellbeing, isn't he?"

"I know, but…" her lips curved down "Akira is a silly child who doesn't understand a thing about our father!" there was a frown on her face for the first time.

The old captain's eyes narrowed after listening to the word "father", but his smile remained on his face as he continued to listen to her complaints.

"Your father?" he finally asked a bit curious. "I've never heard you talking about him… Who is he?"

"Ah!" she jolted a bit startled. "Yes…" she looked down "Akira doesn't get along well with our father…"

"Hm… That's a troublesome matter…" he looked up at the lazy clouds in the sky.

"But… The truth is… He really wanted to understand father… Because he likes him, although, he will never admit it out loud."

"Sheesh." He ruffled the girl's hair softly. "Don't make such sad face, you're better with a brilliant smile on your face." He grinned for her "And… About your brother, just let him alone. Boys are always like this, you know? Pretending to be strong when they're the ones who cry first when something bad happen."

After the comment of her superior, the girl was in a better mood, laughing with her usual cheerfulness. Kyoraku had gained his day, making a girl smile was surely the best refresh to a man's mood. He patted her head looking at the sky, and she imitated him. He only wished she could keep being the naïve, happy girl working for the eight squad.

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Mitsuhara's Household

Akira was filling some documents. He was young, but he already had a lot of paperwork to fill up. He sighed finishing the last lines of the paper and closed the register's book, smiling satisfied.

"Now she won't have anything to complain about for the rest of this semester!" he concluded remembering how picky his grandmother was.

His gaze became more serious and fiery as he stood up with a high posture and knotted brows. His work at home was done, now, he should start his other work…

He knew his sister was fine, she was always so joyful even on hard times, but she wanted to meet their father again and that was exactly why he would personally go after this same father he hated.

It has been only one month since his dad vanished from Soul Society, the ryokas were already at their home too. On those peaceful times, it was the perfect opportunity for him to slither away from home and search a way to go to Hueco Mundo.

There was a small list of people who could help him on this situation, but he revised the list on his mind and started to make some alterations. First, the captain of the twelfth squad that had a scientific knowledge enough to open a path to Hueco Mundo; but he discarded this one because he was too hard to deal with and surely would ask something in exchange. The second, was the captain of the squad he was in, Ukitake, but that one was also out of question, he wouldn't do anything that could lead the boy to a dangerous situation; There was a third option, but he wasn't even on Soul Society: Urahara Kisuke.

Akira never met that man, the mysterious ex-captain of 12th division. He only heard about him and, curiously, on a day he was reading some old documents, he would frequently see this name when there were technological innovations involved. He knew just by taking a brief look at the content that Urahara was a genius, regardless of that, he ended up being expelled from Soul Society.

The boy didn't hesitate to take a second analysis; It would be definitely that man. He certainly would help. For him, his goals were more important than staining his honor after recurring to a traitor, a renegade genius that was living in the human world.

He could even resort to a traitor just to find his father and talk to him, inquire him about his true intentions, mainly, why he left his daughter behind knowing how much she cherished him and then, bringing his father back to apologize for being a terrible parent. That was the sort of man Akira Mitsuhara was. In this sense of going to extremes to achieve his objectives, he was like his father, even though he himself didn't seem to notice it.

"Right… I'll search for this Urahara… But, before I go to Hueco Mundo…" he touched the grip of his sword "I need to train a lot… And get stronger as soon as possible…" Those heavy emotions didn't match the traits of his childish face.

Sitting near a small table, he picked a sheet of paper and putting the brush on black ink, he started to scribbling a letter. Some minutes later, he had finished that and suspired heavily, with a frown on his face. It was rare to see his expression without the wrinkles of intolerance that formed on his face continuously due to his responsibilities and problems of the tiring routine.

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Sometime after that, Chieko was running on the corridors of Mitsuhara's mansion, she leaped and shoved the door to the side, entering her brother's room shouting:

"Akira~!"

Her smile was so bright when waiting for his brother's answer. He'd probably scold her for shouting out loud in the middle of the day, he was a traditionalist man and was very concerned about obeying rules. She has started to theorize his obsession with rules was or to avoid becoming a criminal like his father, or because of their grandmother's influence, poor thing.

Her smile gradually faded when she noticed her brother wasn't in the room. There was an odd silence as she looked around, walking slowly. She was a bit confused, it was unusual for him to not be there at that time since he always took care of family business.

"Akira…?"

Her gray eyes stopped on the paper filled with letters, it was his calligraphy. She picked the document and started reading.

"I have an important appointment to attend to. Take care of the family when I'm out. I don't know how long it will take, but I'll be absent for quite a while. PS.: I knew you would invade my room and read any paper you found, Chieko. Behave more like a lady and don't do things that would trouble your brother, ok?"

"Guh!" she tightened the grip on the paper, molding it into an unknown shape. "He went to train alone again!" she stomp the ground with her feet, pouting "That's not fair! He knows I hate to assume the leadership of family issues! That's why he does it! That's not fair! He didn't even tell me!" she dropped herself on the ground and punched it, initiating a tantrum.

Then, a servant came to the room in a hurry, trying to understand the reason for her fuss inside her brother's room.

"Lady Chieko? What's the matter?" the servant asked unsure with a drop of sweat rolling down his face.

"Akira!" she yelled irritated. "He's acting like a big brother again! He knows I'm the oldest! One minute older! How can he treat me like a child?! That idiot! Idiot!" she started her tantrum again.

And the servant had to calm her down. The girl was still unsatisfied with her brother's decision, now she had piles of paper to fill up and was sitting on the ground, crossing her arms while her subordinates tried to convince her to do it. How could her brother be so indelicate and inconsiderate to let her alone with all the work?

Little she knew about his true intentions, and that everything he was doing had the sole purpose of protecting her. If she could only know…

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Human World,

After Grimmjow's first raid, Ichigo and the others were training exhaustively to attain a new level of power. The Shinigami was training with vaizards to control his hollow-part, while Orihime was training on Soul Society with Rukia on the 13th squad yards. As for Ishida, he was training with his father, and Sado was training with Urahara and Renji.

On Urahara's shop, the ones taking care of the business while the owner was occupied supervising the training of Yasutora were Tessai, Jinta and Ururu.

A strange new client enters the place. The sound of the bells echoed when someone opened the door. Jinta was the first to run to the entrance, to intimidate the possible client, but he was dazed with the view.

"Huh? A Shinigami?"

He analyzed the boy entering the store. He was definitely wearing the clothes of a Shinigami, but he was almost at the same age as Jinta, not to tell, the boy observed every corner of the room, with a serious, analytical glance.

"Hey, what do you want he-"

Before Jinta continued, Tessai hit his head for being so impolite with the client, and bowed to the boy.

"May I listen to your order, Mister?"

"… Hm…" Akira looked at the gigantic man "Is Urahara Kisuke here?" he looked around "I feel his reiatsu, but it's weak for some reason…"

"You're very attentive, I see." Tessai complimented "I'm sorry but boss is busy right now… Couldn't you come later?"

"I can't." he was firm. "I'm running out of time… If he's here, call him, please." That sounded more like an order than as asking.

"Hey, you-" Jinta would scold the boy for his inconsideration, but Tessai answered before that:

"I'll talk to him. Could you wait here for a bit?"

"Thank you. I'll be waiting, then." He bowed slightly.

Jinta guided the boy for the waiting room, both of them sat on the ground, The red-haired was bothered by the presence of the quiet and arrogant little Shinigami, he wondered how someone at such young age could graduate, there was that other one, the captain of the tenth division, but he was a genius, an exception… As for this mysterious one…

"Hey, who are you?"

"Akira Mitsuhara."

"Huh? Mitsuhara? What a feminine name."

"…." Akira frowned, but ignored the comment, avoiding starting a fight for such a stupid provocation.

"Hey, won't you answer? Do you want to fight, huh?"

Jinta was out of patience, he was about to pick a fight with the client, but Ururu arrived at the room at the time, and kicking her brother, she served tea for the client.

"Hm… I'm sorry for his rudeness, he's still a child, so, pardon him, please." She bowed apologetically.

"You're a child too, moron!"

Jinta started a fight with his sister and Akira sighed heavily, he just wanted to talk with the owner, he never knew the store of the so-called traitor would be strange place. Could it be he was as weird as his store? No way, right?

A voice attracted his attention when he was distracted, it was the owner of the place in person, he held a fan to cover his mouth, but Akira could tell he was smiling happily, his eyes were even closed. He was more normal that the boy expected:

"Oh, good afternoon!"

"Good afternoon. You're Urahara Kisuke, right?"

The moment Kisuke set his eyes on the boy, his mood changed a bit, his smile was there, but he closed his fan. His eyes were deep, as if there was some mist inside them, Akira couldn't tell what the man was thinking.

"Yes. And you are…" he waited for the boy.

Akira narrowed his eyes, he finally understood the reason for Urahara's confusion, well, it was not hard to discover it, after all, most people who encountered him had the same reason to be cautious.

"Akira Mitsuhara. I'm not an enemy." He declared and there was a soft twinge on Urahara's brows. "Would you talk to me in private, please?"

He casted a glance to the others curiously eavesdropping the conversation between him and the owner.

"Everyone, would you let me alone with the boy for a bit?" he smiled to them, Tessai grabbed each child under each arm and took them out. "So, shall we start?" the blonde sat across the boy.

"I heard you could open portals to other dimensions… Even to Hueco Mundo…"

"… And what a shinigami like you would do if you went to Hueco Mundo?" his earnest tone was steady.

The seriousness expressed on the blonde's face warned the boy he was a cunning man. Of course, it was Urahara he was talking about, the man whose name was registered on Soul Society, and the man was said to be better than Mayuri on scientific expertise.

"I've heard your name many times in Soul Society, I believe you're the only one who could do it fast. Moreover, there's another reason for me to be here…"

"You're quite ambitious, huh? Asking for such difficult thing and saying you have yet another request?" he joked.

"Sorry, I unfortunately took after my nasty parent." He used the same sarcasm as Kisuke "By the way, I've also heard you invented a method to achieve and train bankai in a short period… Do you think it's possible to train me using this method? I want to get strong fast…"

"Why do you wish power? You're quite young, you'll have a lot of time to achieve your bankai form naturally, and for what it seems, you have lots of reiatsu, I'm sure you will get it soon…"

"I don't have time." He stated bluntly "You must know that for a Shinigami come here that can only mean the common methods won't work… Also, it's something that no one should know…"

"I don't know which kind of image you portrayed about me, but…" he chuckled in a low tone "I'm not unreasonable enough to train a young boy and open a path for him to a perilous place like Hueco Mundo. I know it must be hard for you to listen, but I'll tell you: give up."

He stood up, implying their conversation was over. Akira clenched his fists and frowned in irritation, he didn't like to resort to that person, not even on the worst situations, but… When Urahara turned his back to him, it was a risky bet to not tell the truth.

"Forget the Hueco Mundo, but about my bankai, wouldn't you teach me how to use it better even… If I tell you I'm doing this to protect people my father…?"

The ex-captain of the twelfth division stopped and turned back to the boy, his glare was darkened by the shadows produced by his hat.

"You're Akira Mistuhara, right? I've heard your name… I'm not interested in family issues."

"And I thought you were smart enough…" he sighed troubled "My reiatsu, even this detestable face… There are many things in me that resemble him… You should know, because you probably a person who hate him too, I mean, Aizen Sousuke."

Kisuke furrowed his brows and dedicated his eyes and ears completely to the boy. Indeed, from the moment he entered the room he found the boy similar to Aizen, but he thought it was only his imagination. However, it was hard for him to believe, Aizen had a son? That's very improbable, though, he was a man who liked to consider every possibility, and that was not out of question.

"Surprised?" Akira was in a bad mood "I dislike using his name, but I guess you will listen to me now…"

Urahara sat across the boy again, this time with a severe gaze, he didn't need to talk, the boy knew he demanded an explanation. Akira let out a muffled sigh, it was a joke, right? Just by saying that name, every person paid attention him. That despicable name…

"I will listen to your story, Akira-kun… Tell me with details…"

At least, he had another chance to convince the shop owner, and he wouldn't throw that opportunity in the thrash.

Chapter 7/END