Aizen wasn't just an asshole; he was an accomplished one who knew how to hide his true nature. Now he got the chance to exercise it fully. He was an asshole and was proud of it. He also wanted obedient minions. Which was why now he was contemplating killing his arrancar and remaking them.

"I thought he was asexual."

"I thought it was osmosis."

"I thought he was gay."

"Wasn't he gay for Ichimaru?"

"True. I mean really they get together in their room and plot and sometimes strange noises come out."

While this was going, Aizen felt his reputation drop a few notches. He never knew there were so many rumors going around. Rather he never knew there were so many rumors about him.

Ai-ni smirked inwardly. His plan was working. The arrancar were so human they could be derailed by things normal human gets messed with. Somehow, he had a feeling they were like children. And Aizen-sama was dear ol daddy.

"Silence." Aizen's word was filled with power and all the arrancar stopped.

Grimmjow was the first to see the kid try to sneak away again, he grabbed the youth by the back of his shirt. "Can I just kill the kid?" Something about the kid rubbed the sexta the wrong way.

Aizen stared at Grimmjow before saying in a very stern yet fatherly way. "No."

Ai-ni wiggled his way out of Grimmjow's grip, ripping a bit of his shirt in the process.

"You heard your master." He stuck his tongue out. "Obey boy. Sit. Beg. Play dead."

He was tormenting this particular Espada for he figured; this one would be easily riled up.

"You're just going to let this shinigami asshole get away?" Grimmjow snapped, his eyes twitching at the thought. He had to resist throttling the kid.

"You know what you remind me of?" Ai-ni was grinning like the bastard he was. "A kitty!"

Grimmjow looked like he was going to kill the kid, his hand creped towards his zanpakuto.

"Want a mousey?" He punched all of Grimmjow's buttons effectively. "Or a saucer of milk?"

Grimmjow was going to jump him, then and there.

"Wait. Now I remember where I saw you from." He snapped his fingers. "Joey John John the pedophile or other wise known as Pedo Joe!"

"I'm not a pedofile!" Grimmjow howled. He pointed at the sleeping Espada. "Stark is the pedophile."

Stark made a snoring sound.

Ai-ni gave Grimmjow his widest grin. "Spoken like one in denial. Have you ever touched anyone in the naughty place?" He tilted his head. "Was it a little boy or girl?"

Enough was enough.

Grimmjow let loose a punch. The punch was guaranteed to knock him out for a week.

If it hit.

Which it did.

Ai-ni went flying into the wall, with a resounding crunch.

Aizen gave Grimmjow a disapproving look. Grimmjow didn't care. "That bastard tried to question my sexuality!"

"So you weren't a gay pedofile?" Szayel inquired with a smile. "You seem so interested in the orange haired shinigami boy."

Grimmjow growled. "You dick."

"Yes I have one and no I don't suck them." Syzael liked playing his games with Grimmjow, the blue haired Espada was so easy to rile.

A hand reached out of the ruble, and a body followed it. Some reiatsu was leaking out, as was blood, thick and wet. The punch did a lot of damage. One arm was broken, the bone cracked somewhere in the forearm. You can tell by the odd angle.

He vanished with a flicker before reappearing in front of Grimmjow, staring up at the tall arrrancar.

It was so sudden that Grimmjow didn't even notice until he felt the puff of air. He looked down.

Something in Grimmjow screamed at him to NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT!

Too late.

His good arm reached out, grabbing Grimmjow by his jacket and dragging him down to his eye level.

"Grimmjow Jaga…." His voice was a strangled hiss, his eyes wide and there was a hint of madness in them.

Before anything could be done or said, the threatening atmosphere disappeared. Ai-ni let go of Grimmjow, feeling odd and displaced. He stumbled to his left, a garganta opened, instead of teeth it was a big oval. He fell into the portal. It closed.

Grimmjow stared. "What the fuck?" His loud and vocal question hid the sheen of sweat that had developed on his face.

He had felt fear and that bothered him.

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He fell from the sky like a fallen angel, blood dripping onto the ground below like feathers. Ai-ni couldn't think straight, his arm hurt, his head hurt. He landed on the ground more gracefully than he thought.

He staggered off to the appointed meeting place. There his body waited. He disappeared into his body. There was pain. He fell over, landing on his back. His body didn't want to move.

He felt so tired.

A part of him said, that he was been a weak SOB and that if he were in control, he would slaughter them all.

Another part, a darker part, said, "If I were god, this would never happen."

Ai-ni stared at the night sky. "Shut up." There was darkness growing, his vision was loosing clarity.

Ai-ni passed out.

When he woke up, he knew he missed something important. But what?

Ai-ni realized he was in his room. He sat up and walked out, realizing that someone made a cast for his arm and wrapped bandages around his head. He went over to Ichigo's room, opening it. There, his brother was staring at the moon.

If this were a manga, there would be a dark storm of doubt hovering over the boy's head just waiting to rain on him. Thankfully this was reality and not a story.

"Hey."

Ichigo didn't even move.

Ai-ni entered the room. "So, how was your day?"

Ichigo turned his head and looked at his brother, his eyes conveying what his voice cannot and will not.

"Bad eh?" He sat on the chair, looking at his brother who was sitting on the bed. "Tell me about it."

Ichigo furled his eyebrows. "It's nothing." He didn't need to burden his brother with his woes.

The two brothers stared at each other. They were both hiding secrets from each other, both feeling inadequate and both who were complete numbskulls not willing to look to their friends for help.

"I gotta go." Ai-ni stood. He started for the door. "Take care Ichigo."

He wasn't even sure if Ichigo heard.

Ai-ni slowly walked back, his eyes narrowed in concentration. There was this smell, this feeling that felt oh so very familiar. "Vizard." He whispered to himself, unsure of the word but he knew it was important.

Ai-ni went back to his room, wrote up his report and sealed it in a letter. He then went to Urahara's shop where he slipped the letter into mail slot. The shop was closed. None of the kids were outside playing so he assumed Urahara was busy.

Weirdly, his little adventure in hell wasn't that bad. Sure he nearly died and sure he exposed himself but there were some good things. He gathered good intel on the other side.

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Orihime went to her door, she heard the knocks.

When she opened it, there stood the last person she would ever thought to be at her door step.

"Kuro…" She paused, remembering how he wanted to be called. "Ai-ni." She smiled the best she could.

Ai-ni smiled back, the same fake smile that was on her face. "Hey Orihime-chan."

She invited him in, like he were a vampire who needed an invitation, before closing the door. "How are you?" She felt nervous for some reason.

"I'm good." He sat and waited for her to be seated. "Please Orihime-chan, please tell me everything that happened today. I…."

Orihime saw in his eyes the same look that Ichigo had but different, there was something else there that she couldn't describe, something she never saw before.

She told him everything.

It ended with Ai-ni slumped against the table, fast asleep. He was exhausted and stressed out. Orihime fetched a blanket and put it over him. She didn't mind another roommate.

She stared at his sleeping face and realized that she felt different towards him.

Orihime remembered something he said to her during their time together.

"There is always other fish in the sea." The words must've meant something. She placed her fist into her palm. "Something about yummy curry fried fish."

Had he been awake, Ai-ni would've sweat dropped as Orihime completely missed the meaning. But he wasn't. He was asleep in the apartment of the girl who he crushed on, who crushed on his brother, whose brother crushed on this other girl……and everyone was oblivious to the fact.

Nothing ever seemed to go his way or anyway he desired it to be.

Then again, nothing ever seemed to go the way anyone wants it to be.

They weren't God after all.

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A/N: And the plot goes on and on...with some subplots.

Wouldn't you want to be God?