Hello everyone!
I was writing lately, on this fanficiton of course, and I noticed it was taking quite long to finish the chapter. I'm pretty sure you also noticed it yourself... and earlier today, I finally finished it. After joy an celebration, I save it an , and surprise ;
This chapter is 3-4 times longer than the other (without counting chapter 9(around 2 times longer)).
So I decided to to something crazy for once : cut this chapter in three. So Confrontations 1,2,3. And post the first one, now, the second, tomorrow, and the third, Sunday! How does it sound?
And now, some answer to the "angry reviewers";(You don't have to read this, it's just some explanatiosn between me and some reviewers ans those who stay silent but agree with them)
Hornet07: A) As long as I want, B) Wrong, C) No!
I will begin with the most obvious part, being the foot note of chapter 9, quoting myself ; "Small hollow looking human are Vastro Lorde". The hollow he fought didn't look human, so he wasn't a Vastro Lorde. CQFD. That's not a whim of mine, it's a fact. And about Ichigo being weak... well he killed a hollow bare handed after several days in the cold without eating or sleeping, while suffering from an agonizing pain coming from his useless right arm after he had transplaned into Hogward's ground... and also he was able to lift a 14-15 y.o. girl with one arm... Weak, surely no, weakened? Yes of course.
Thorndsword: Obviously you're not reading this, but still for everyone else : I keep the character personality for a simple reason ; we are in . and my fanfiction is about Ichigo. If I wanted to talk about someone else, I would have chosen an other character, if none was to my taste, I would have created one. It's useless, and immature to write a story about a character because he's awesome but change his personality without any reason(because well you're the writer). That doesn't mean that the personality and reactions of the character won't be affected by the events. In other words ; the effect won't precede the action.
And now, answers for all other reviewers which I love (platonically);
In order:
Lupine Horror: That's a good question indeed, she would felt three (maybe four) different "magical" signature surrounding Ichigo's body. The questions now are ; is she able to feel them (maybe Dumbledore is), and will she/he trust Ichigo enough to tell him she/he can feel reiatsu?
Karmadella: Well, thank you very much. You just motivated me to write even more cliffhangers (insert evil laugh here).
Demonslayer576: That idea came to me when I remembered Ukitake mentioning that Aizen was once a teacher at the shino academy. And with Umbridge as co-teacher; the worst duo imaginable!
killroy225: Yes, Aizen! But don't be too pessimist! What could possibly happen? They already met two times, and neither of them was hurt... in fact... well they are both still alive aren't they?
Not-Your-Buisnes(s): Well I'm happy to see my story had become to intoxicate people ! All according to the plan!
Grisia: First, and to everyone, I'm really really sorry I mis-type the name which can lead to confusion. I corrected it, and also the other occurrences in the story to match the wikia : Sōsuke. And then, you are perceptive about the new relation between Ichigo and (Tenza)Zangetsu, and maybe you have also noticed a slight change of Shiro's behavior: before he wanted to take over Ichigo's bady, and now he whish him to die... Answers will come soon ;)
LaRire: Thank you! And thank you a second time for you suggestion. I'll make an announcement before the story.
Reishin Amara: Well, If I wanted to make a fanfic about bleach that should have been a great idea,(without Muramasa of course, i already gave my spirit about the HS).
And now just before the story start, I'm looking for a beta-reader. If you're interested, just send me a MP ;).
Speech convention:
"Normal"
"Thinking"
"(Tensa)Zangetsu" Sometime I underline some word in a phrase, it's not the zanpakuto, it's to emphasize this very word.
"Hollow"
"Hollowed Ichigo"
/Foreign language(Japanese in England, English in Japan) when speaking out loud/
R&R&Enjoy!
CONFRONTATIONS(1)
"Don't worry, Sōsuke."
Frozen. And not only because he couldn't move. Ichigo was completely frozen. His blood turned into ice. And his brain stopped functioning normally. Questions, interrogations, strategies, ideas, plots were rushing together into his brain like a huge crowd trying to pass a tiny door all at once. The result? Nothing. He stood there his mind blank, his eyes fixed on his quill. He had no idea how to react, why that man was here, and how things would turn out now.
"Good afternoon everybody. My name is Sōsuke Aizen and I will be assisting professor Umbridge for her classes at least during this year. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Good afternoon professor Aizen."
The sound of his voice broke Ichigo out of his stupor, and he finally looked up. At the front of the class, standing casually in front of Umbridge's desk the ex-captain of the fifth division of the Gotei 13, the ex-leader of the Arrancar army, and The Defense Against The Dark Art's second professor ; Aizen.
His face was in the "kindest shinigami in the Sereitei" mode. His black square glasses were back on his nose, and his hair weren't combed backward but instead in a scholarly style. Of course he wasn't wearing shinigami's garment, or arrancar's. He wore the standard plain black wizard's robe with the Hogwarts' blazon on the left of his chest, black trousers and white shirt. Loose around his neck was a green scarf -not the slytherin's green, but slightly lighter- trying unsuccessfully to hide his unbuttoned shirt's collar and to finish the character, a dark violet tie also a bit loose.
Elegant and relaxed, that's what his clothes, and the way Aizen wear them, were showing. His introduction was a bit windy and unnatural but his confident tone and welcoming smile just made it perfect. He further gained the liking of the students (except one of course), when they all (same here) answered him in one voice. Aizen simply turned his head towards the main professor, Umbridge, and after a very brief moment, cast his eyes down and appeared thinking. You made them do this, but I disapprove. Bad teacher-good teacher strategy, Umbridge most likely wasn't aware of her being part of that. And Aizen could be really convincing in the "good teacher"'s role even without anyone to contrast.
Despite having been taken flat-footed, Ichigo still had warrior's reflexes. At the moment Aizen's eyes left left the room, he was ready to react. His left hand disappeared below his desk, gripping his wand. His look might have changed but Ichigo knew his face didn't. There still was a small chance Aizen didn't recognize him, but it won't last long. The ex-substitute Soul-reaper must take this opportunity, act discreetly, and hope to take the treacherous captain off-guard.
Ichigo wasn't a coward and didn't like to fight unfairly, but he wasn't stupid either. He knew Aizen's strength, and fighting him on even footing wouldn't be possible for Ichigo in his current state. A wordless Avada Kedavra would have to do. The spell was difficult to master, and of course he never practiced it, and the headmaster didn't ask him to show it this morning. But this unforgivable curse can kill instantly, leaving the body unhurt, so what else could it affect but the soul?
One spell alone wouldn't do the job of course, after all, the man blocked a bankai's blade with a single finger. So Ichigo didn't want to give Aizen any chance to avoid the first hit, he knew the ex-captain was fully able to take his remaining arm before he finished uttering Avada. Hence the wordless magic. Ichigo was just waiting for Aizen to turn his attention away from the class just one more time. And that moment came soon enough.
"Please, don't mind me and continue with your reading."
With these words and a warm smile, Aizen turned around an began to discuss with Umbridge. Ichigo was seated nearly at the back of the class and they were keeping their voices low, so he couldn't hear anything but that didn't matter. The occasion was perfect. The traitor had his back turned to Ichigo, and his attention was on someone else. His stance was relaxed, leaning against the professor desk, but that also mean unbalanced which would lengthen his reaction time. Except from some girls, everyone else was either reading, or trying to make them look like they were reading even his neighbours. So they wouldn't notice Ichigo got up and point his wand to the "professor-assistant" in time to warn Aizen.
Ichigo could hardly dream of a better occasion but for the second time in less than five minutes, he was frozen. He could've sworn that Aizen, before turning around, had looked directly at him for a bit too long. But what was the most bothersome, wasn't the fact that his cover didn't last long, it was the traitor's smile. It was barely noticeable, but the left corner of this smile raised for a fraction of second.
"He knows who I am, but..."
But was it possible that he also knew of Ichigo's intentions ? After all he had done, how could Aizen expect anything else than hostility ? And if he was indeed waiting for another reaction, what would it be, and most importantly; why? That simply wasn't possible. It was like presenting a tasty soul to a hollow and hope he wouldn't try to eat it. So why is he consciously opening himself to any attack coming from Ichigo ? A mean do dodge ? Knowing that he won't be hurt ? Knowing that he will be able to fight back whatever happen?
"You're hesitating, Ichigo"
"I'm thinking, trying not to jump right into a trap. That's different."
"You've stopped going forward, was your big words just an immature fit?... I'm disappointed!"
"Hey, Zangetsu, how is your multiple personality disorder going?"
That shut him up. It had been a long time since he last heard him, but right now, the last thing Ichigo needed, was for his zanpakuto to come again, riling him.
"Act carefully"
"Act carefully"
Ichigo's eyes didn't left Aizen's back, but they widened, and his mind left the traitor.
"What was that?"
Of course he didn't get any answer, the question was still valid. What Ichigo just heard was hardly more than a whisper, but he was sure that came from his Zanpakuto and That.
And as his mind was nearly overrun by questions, he noticed one of the student with her hand raised. It was Granger, no surprise there... And then, it was clear for Ichigo. Would Aizen and him fight right now the whole class would be involved. And while he knew he would be able to dodge or resist most of the kido he already had seen, the wizard wouldn't, and most of them would be hurt if not worse. And even if they weren't his friends, Ichigo wasn't about to just throw away their life.
So he simply sat back, trying to calm down. Thinking of a way to get the second teacher out of his class. But apparently he wouldn't be able to that quietly. Indeed Umbridge finally decided to notice Granger's hand.
"Did you..." began Umbridge.
"Let me handle it, please" interrupted Aizen with a kind smile.
It didn't took long for Umbridge to mutter something like "Your choice...". And she resumed looking at a file on her desk. But it was obvious to all that she wasn't reading it, and instead listening carefully.
"Miss Granger, can your question wait until your colleagues are finished reading the chapter? So everyone would profit from the answer."
"In fact, sir, my question doesn't concern the chapter, but the course's aims."
"Hum, well..." Aizen raised an eyebrow, looking half surprised, half interested, and turn his head toward the blackboard. He stayed silent several seconds as his eyes traveled left and right multiple times, given away the slight movement of his head.
"Well, everyone, can I have your attention? Sorry to disturb your reading, but Miss Granger has an important question."
That was totally useless of course. No one was still reading. The only thing Aizen's request did, was to make Granger conscious and anxious of all the attention she was getting.
"Uhm,... there's nothing written in the aims about... using defensive spells."
"Then you must have either misread or misunderstood the two last points, Miss Granger. During this course you will learn when you can use defensive spell, and which one according to the situation."
Ichigo can see Granger's face, but he knew she must be frowning her mouth slightly agape. She turned her head -a movement mimicked by more than the half of the class- and read again the course's aims. But the japanese slytherin couldn't care less about the blackboard. He was currently glaring at Aizen who successfully insulted Granger with nine chances out of ten that she didn't even notice. And even if she did, the bastard had such a kind tone and a caring face that most probably wouldn't be able to dislike him for that.
"Or maybe have I misunderstood your question, miss Granger."
And now he just managed to make her feel silly. Silly because she didn't read the aims well enough, and silly because she didn't ask her question right. And with the girl's respect toward professor (sometime misplaced), there was also a chance that she felt guilty to force a teacher to openly say "I don't understand".
"Uhm,... well... sorry professor..."
"Witty bastard..."
"...I...I wanted to ask..."
"When you will be practising defensive spell?"
And now Aizen saved her from embarrassment.
"Yes, professor."
Judging by her tone, Granger was slowly gaining the right state of mind to end up hugging Aizen and getting Kyōka Suigetsu(1) through her chest.
"Practising magic is not planned during this course."
"We're not going to use magic?" Ron exclaimed loudly.
"Mr Weasley, I am not against free speech, but I will have to ask you to raise your hand before speaking,..." Aizen announced with a strong, assured voice, -making everyone understood he was still the teacher- before smoothing it and continuing. "...thank you. And to answer your question: No, you already use and learn plenty of spells in your other courses. Miss Granger, is there something else bothering you?"
She didn't have her hand raised, so Ichigo could only reckon that the look on her face had triggered Aizen's reaction.
"No,... well in fact yes. Isn't the whole point of Defence Against The Dark Art to practise defensive spell?"
"The point of this course is for you to learn to defend yourself."
"But to defend ourself, we must know how to use defensive spells, don't we?"
"Miss Granger, you are a model student, aren't you? Very studious. Top marks at nearly all your classes no matter the circumstances, for instance in your second year and the basilisk incident. I didn't thought someone like you,... might enjoy violence so much."
"N..No, I don't..."
"I know, and I understand what you meant. But while they might have been well intentioned, my predecessors have accustomed you to unhealthy ways of thinking, handling situations, for example by bringing dangerous creature in class. Yes, Mr Thomas?"
"You mean Professor Lupin, right? He was the best we ever had. And the most dangerous thing he brought was just a boggart."
"Yes, 'just' a boggart indeed, that turned into a dementor as well as it could have turned into a vampire, a basilisk or a dragon."
Aizen let his last word sink into the mind of the students. Except for Ichigo, who was imagining what damage can Ulquiorra's second release do in a class full of helpless children(2), everyone was shivering in fear. They had seen a dragon during the first task of the tri-wizard cup, they seemed to realize that just by standing in the class, a Horntail would simply crush, without even noticing, half of the occupants. And of course their second year was still present in everyone's memory.
"And in that matter, the professor you had last year was the worst in my opinion."
"Well, he turned out to be a maniac didn't he?" Said Dean, hotly. "We still learned loads."
"Learned loads, indeed..." The ex-captain voice had turned nearly cold, his smile had disappeared and his face was more serious than ever. "Tell me, Mr Thomas, what was the first thing Mr Barty Crouch Jr taught you?"
Dean was taken aback by the sudden change of the professor's tone, and took several seconds before answering in an unsure voice.
"The Unforgivable Curses"
"And what was the second thing?"
"To... resist the imperius,... which can be really useful."
"Is that all you have to say about it?" Aizen waiting a moment, and as he didn't get any other answer he turned toward Granger. "Miss Granger, you surely know why the Unforgivable Curses are called this way."
"Yes, because it's... forbidden to use them. The sentence incurred is a lifetime at Azkaban."
By her tone, it seemed she just understood. "Only took her one whole year..."
"To be rigorous, it's the use on an human being that is severely sentenced, but you get the idea. This man, in the sake of making you learn to resist it, cursed you with the imperius. You said it was useful, well resisting the cruciatus is also useful, should he have taught that too? The killing curse has no counter-spell, but it's still possible to dodge it or block it. Would you also have agreed to try that ? Of course I will not do anything illegal during this course, so I plan for next week to train you to use your wand with your weak hand. And to prevent anyone to cheat I will simply,... remove your other arm."
There was several gasp of shock in the class an even Umbridge stopped pretending to read an was staring at his assistant with wide eyes.
"Just a well cast chopping spell, nothing permanent. I am pretty sure Mrs Pomfrey is perfectly able to heal you. Assuming that you can defeat your opponent, retrieve your severed limb and reach the infirmary... before losing too much blood. So Mr Thomas, do you still want to... how did you phrase it?... learn loads? Ready to use magic Mr Weasley? Ready to defend yourself, Miss Granger?"
Once again Ichigo was on the edge of his chair, his hand crisped on his wand, ready to jump up, casting two or three well chosen spells, before toppling the table and using it as cover for the incoming attack. This tension arouse because Aizen was currently searching for something inside his jacket. And, Ichigo assumed he did it on purpose, Aizen took out his wand, slowly, holding it by the tip, and without breaking eye contact with the ex-vizard for an instant. In itself the wand had nothing special, normal length, normal light brown colour. But the "hilt" caught Ichigo's eye. It was green. The same green as the teacher's scraf, and most importantly the same green as Kyōka Suigetsu's hilt
"Now you must understand, you must realize something. This..." Aizen held up his wand making sure everyone was looking at it. His face had gain back some softness, but his voice and stance were carrying all the captain's authority. "... is a back-scratcher. -No one dared to laugh- And a bad one. It's too small to make decent firewood. In the courtyard it makes a good toy, I guess. And I am sure it can save a lot of lives in an hospital. You want me to teach you to use your wand, but do you know what your wand is? I will tell you. It is a weapon, a powerful weapon, one of the most dangerous, fearful and deadly weapon humanity has ever made. The aim of the course? Teaching you to use your brain -he tapped the brim of his glasses with his wand- before using your wand, and making you realize there also are other ways to resolve dangerous situations than blindly waving your wand around. Yes Miss Patil ?"
"It's about the OWL, isn't there a practical bit in our Defense Against the Dark Art's exam? Aren't we supposed to show that we can actually do the counter-curses and things?"
"There is no need to worry about that. The exam of this year has been changed to fit our program, so it will only be a theoretical exam."
"And what good's theory going to be in the real world?" said Harry loudly, his fist in the air.
"Mr Potter I already warned two of your colleagues, for the whole class order and well-being, not to speak without authorisation. And now, that's my last warning. And for the real world, you still have plenty of time, until the end of your cursus. Plenty of time to learn before it will be asked from you to defend the others and yourself. Until then, avoid dangerous situation, and should one occur, make sure you are near competent people."
"So, until then, we're not supposed to be prepared if we got attacked?"
"As you are clearly not listening to what I say, Mr Potter, can you, at least, tell be by whom you fear to be attacked?"
"He won't fall for that,... won't he?"
"Well, I don't know, maybe... Voldemort!"
Ron gasped, Lavender uttered a little scream, Neville slipped sideways off his stool, and Ichigo just wanted to scream in rage. Umbridge, Granger, and Potter, they were all dancing right in Aizen hands and were making no effort at all to escape the traitor's manipulations. Without even looking at her, Aizen motioned Umbridge not to speak, precisely when she opened her mouth. Then he looked thoughtful for an instant before answering.
"You have been told, before the summer's holiday, that a certain Dark Lord had returned, and was responsible for Mr Diggory's death. However, and the ministry would agree with what I am saying, there is currently no proof of those assumptions."
"THAT'S THE TRUTH! I SAW IT!"
"Don't yell, Mr Potter. Only wild animals win argument by barking louder than the others. I don't deny what you saw, I deny your interpretation of it. You saw an infamous Dark Lord, casting the Killing spell at one of your classmate. But I am sure Miss Granger here can give you the name of at least one potion that can modify someone's apparence. So you saw someone who looked like the said Dark Lord, and..."
"But..."
"Mr Potter!" Aizen's voice rang in the classroom, his eyes and tone clearly showing his displeasure toward Potter. "I let you speak until now, so do not interrupt me. As I was saying ; until proven differently, and that is the ministry's opinion about this affair, the Dark Lord named Voldemort did not return. The tragedy that happened during the tournament is the work of an impostor trying to spread chaos. So..."
"But..."
"That's enough, Mr Potter, you will stay at the end of the class. I understand that you are scared, but don't let yourself be manipulated. Your actions, and outbursts are helping a madman to destabilize our society. Also don't forget the Aurors are trained to deal with dark lords should one appears. Now, if any you still have questions, doubts or fears, by all means do not be shy. Just come to me, outside class hours."
Aizen had said the last lines with kind and understanding tone. But what was making Ichigo sick was the line "...do not let yourself be manipulated...". The "teacher" was mocking them, right in front of their noses, and they were in awe in front of him. He had authority, elegance and knowledge but was also kind, helping and understanding. And Umbridge next to him...
"Ten point from Griffondor for interrupting a professor and ten more point for wasting our time, Mr Potter. Now continue your reading, please.
Her voice was sweet, far too sweet. And honestly, Ichigo didn't know what she was trying to achieve, but brandishing a placard with "Love him" and an arrow pointing towards Aizen would have been less effective.
"What a slack, he forgot his spine this morning or what?"
Surprised, Ichigo turned his head towards Drago who had just spoken.
"What?...Who?"
"That Aizen guy, couldn't he just tell Potter to shut up and that You-Know-Who isn't back. Umbridge would have handled the situation that way. Not that 'until proven differently' shit..."
"You're stupid, aren't you?"
Ichigo bit down this remark, and suppressed the urge to bang his head on the table. If they didn't even understand what Aizen was openly doing, -the very easy and obvious "good guy bad guy strategy", and how he managed the Potter problem- how would they be able to understated what he was really trying to do, the real manipulation, the real treachery? Ichigo sighed and collected his thought, if he couldn't physically fight Aizen now, he still could fight his influence.
"Yes indeed, she would have used the famous ; "I'm the teacher, your argument is invalid". Are you kidding me ? Just because she's a bitch, people would disagree with her. Aizen used logic, gave a plausible explanation and ended with a far more convincing, "Chill out, I got this". Everyone with even a tiny doubt will rather follow his "wise words", just for their safety, than Potter's yellings."
/And right now, you spoke just loudly enough to hammer down the nails on their coffin. Thank you very much, I don't think I would have been that convincing without your help, Ryoka-kun./
"Shit..."
While he wasn't looking, Aizen had moved right across Ichigo's table. A smug smile on his lips, his wand should have disappeared back inside his robe and with one hand casually in his pocket. As he laid the other hand on the table, leaning forwards, Ichigo had already one foot right below his chair, so he could easily get up, and the other against the table's legs, ready to push it against the traitor. The only good point was that now, Ichigo was sure that the traitor didn't have his zanpakuto on him. After all, why would a teacher have a sword ?
/I must say, I am quite surprised. Not to see you here. I am surprised of your reaction. You are more calm, more reflected, far less reckless. Surprised, and pleased. Tell me, am I wrong to presume your wand is still pointed at me?/
/I know better than to trust you, Aizen! What the fuck are you doing here?/
Ichigo's patience was growing thin, very thin and his tone was showing it. Not only he couldn't tear Aizen to pieces now, but he wouldn't be able to do it between courses, because the bastard would be talking to Potter.
/If you have the whole picture, it'll become quite obvious, so I will let you work that out yourself. Also, you seem angry, don't blame your classmates to be so easily manipulated. It is natural for the weak to blindly follow the strong without questioning his actions and arguments. And I already have played with shinigami's captains, Vastro Lordes, and Espadas, so a bunch of powerless, gutless kids with wooden sticks... Tell me, why didn't you attack me the second I turned your back to you?/
/Because you were waiting for it. I'll strike when you less expect it./ Ichigo answered between his teeth.
/Good, only children have fair fights. You have become less naïve. It is a good thing the loss of your power taught you that/
"How can he know?"
Ichigo had to use all his willpower to force his eyes not to widen, and to control his breathing. He was already stiff, but it became worse. And he felt a bit of blood flowing between his fingers as his nails was cutting his palm. Ichigo heard a faint crack. His wand was bending under his grip. He tried to calm down. Breaking his only weapon wouldn't be the wisest move right now.
/Do you really thought you could fool me ?/
Ichigo switched his strategy. Indeed, spiritual pressure and strength won't be able to help him now. Suppressing his powers made sure of that. But his brain could. He leant back a bit more in his chair, tried to relax his jaw's muscles, and let the corner of his lips curve upwards a tiny bit. It was bluff, but if Ichigo showed his false enjoyment a bit too much, it wouldn't work.
/At least, I've tried. But I still got my wand!/
Aizen frowned and thought for three full seconds. And he began to chuckle lightly. Shaking his head he straightened himself.
/Congratulation, Ryoka-kun, you have surprised me one more time. Bluff and lie in a few words with a near perfect body language. Trying to make me believe that you are "concealing your reiatsu", aren't you? I was a teacher, I know the difference between hiding reiatsu, and fighting it down./
/Well, Aizen.../ Ichigo's voice was filled with venom and his eyes with anger. /...can you tell the difference between fighting one's power, and losing it?/
/Idle threat won't help you./ Aizen sighed and pushed up his glasses. /I don't know the matter on which you and your zanpakuto disagree. But how long ago? Nine month since you last used your zanpakuto? And you hope to have perfect control of all your reiatsu? Go on then, put all the might of your extraordinary spiritual pressure on the shoulders of those little wizards! Strike me with your "Getsuga Tensho"!/ At that point, Aizen lightly spread his arm, showing both his palms /I am right in front of you, at arm's reach! But you don't trust your blade and mask, and your wand's magic will not harm me. So tell me, how does it feel to be utterly powerless?/
The bell rang and a chair was toppled over.
No student dared to move or speak. Normally the sound of the bell would trigger a huge and noisy mess of children shoving books in their bag, complaining about the course and running away from the room. Instead, now everyone was staring, motionless, speechless, at two persons.
Unable to control himself anymore, forgetting all caution, Ichigo violently got up, banged his fist, still holding his wand, on the table and glared, waiting for an opening, at Aizen.
But Aizen didn't react as Ichigo expected. In fact his reaction was totally uncharacteristic of him. Smile gone, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, giving his face an expression between fear and surprise, he took half a step back. Less than a second later, he was frowning, lips pressed together and his eyes were gleaming with anger.
"Ten point from Slytherin" He annonced coldly.
"What!?"
Ichigo was expecting a kido spell, more provocations or witty remark, but academic sanctions? He was ready to cast deadly spells, and Aizen was just taking points from his house?
/Thank you to be so easily fooled, Arisawa-san. I'm now the good and brave teacher standing up to an aggressive and disrespectful delinquent. And unless you want for half of your classmates to die right here and now,... I win./
As he was speaking, Aizen leant against Ichigo's table, and spoke the last word directly to his face. After several seconds during which they were gazing at each other eyes, -the blue ones were tainted with anger and the brown's with challenge- Ichigo let out a groan full of hatred, grab his bag (he totally left his 'Defense Against The Dark Art, A Return To The Basic Principles' behind) and hastily head for the door before doing something stupid.
"Detention, in my office at seven." Aizen called as Ichigo was about to pass the door, and he added. /I really hope we can share a cup of tea./
/Don't count on that, Aizen!/ Ichigo threw back before storming out of the room.
Anger. He rarley had felt so much fury. Aizen was here, in the very place he had hoped to learn to fight him. His enemy was mocking him, playing with him. Aizen should already be well established in the ministry, and in less than one lesson, he already had the students in his pocket. Ichigo had no proof against him, and next to no one would believe him if he began saying than the lovable professor Aizen was in fact most likely worse that this Voldemort. He didn't lose hope, although he was greatly weakened, he might still stand a chance, he had to ! But he certainly wouldn't face an ex-captain in the classrooms, hallways or Great-hall. Hell, last time they fought, an entire city had been nearly levelled and Aizen had been far from out of combat.
But this time, it would be different, Ichigo was no fool. He didn't care if he missed some courses or the dinner. In fact, he was already in the slytherin's common room, digging in his case. Under the clothes, and books, hidden in the lining, he took out a little black book.
"Hat'n'clock would be proud of me. Doing weird and dangerous experiences with dangerous tools and scribing them in books"
Emptying his bag before filling it again with other books, spare clothes, and bandage, he then pocketed the black book. Ichigo waited some more minutes, just to be sure that everyone was in a classroom, and got out of the common room, heading to the seventh floor, to a hallway with a very peculiar painting.
1) Kyōka Suigetsu is Aizen zanpakuto. Before leaving the soul society he stabbed Hinamori Momo, his lieutenant who admire him beyond reason, through the chest.
2)His worst fear may not be Ulquiorra's second release, but it's hard for everybody to accept and admit their worst fear.
I hoped you liked it. A bit of psycological/talk fight. And for those who expected more "action", don't lose hope! There is still two chapters coming shortly!
See you!