Urahara turned him down. he told him that he should put the effort to remember someone he cared so deeply about, to forget what has occurred century. "Nothing that you've lived the past century connects to her, think, think back and hard, but I will give you a hint. Tokyo Institute of Technology, it's a starting point," though his words made no sense, he understood the meaning of them and for that reason he recalled something, a memory that had been distant was so vivid now.

She looked beautiful, like a Queen. That dress that fit her so perfectly and showed every curve of her body, it was an elegant black colored corset resembling a cheongsam. The dress hung tight to her curves and the white colored skirt flared slightly as it reached her waist, flowing down to her shins, with white gloves that reached her upper arms.

Her hair was half-pinned up, her wavy locks flowing down her waist, several lose strands framing her round shaped face. Her brown eyes were shining brightly radiating their innocence and her full lips were curled up into that smile that took his breath away. She was the most beautiful thing, he cursed his status as a Professor in the Institute and his inability to stride across the room to pull her close and kiss her.

He did not particularly care, however, she did. She had a future and a career, he could not be the one to destroy that and so he counted the torturous slow minutes for the Celebration to be over and once it was, he pulled her to an empty Classroom pulling her close to his body, his arm around her waist as he claimed her soft, warm plump lips that he came to enjoy far much more than he let on.

"Sou…" she panted lightly with a beautiful pink dusting her cheeks, "what's wrong?" she asked and he simply devoured her mouth in a passionate kiss, bringing her legs up around his waist as the door supported them while distractedly locking it and showed his desire by grinding his hips against hers earning a delightful moan from her.

"I want you…" he whispered seductively against the shell of her hear, "and I'm going to claim you now," she squeaked as he pushed her down on his Desk, "you've been such a bad girl Kurosaki Yuzu…to seduce your Professor…" he spoke as his mouth trailed up her collarbone to her neck, "how shameful," he continued as she tried to remain quiet, "to give your virtue to such a man," her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"I love you, I would give myself to you as many times as you'd want…I want to be with you too," she said with her eyes shut, her breathing uneven and her pulse raising. He was stunned at her honesty, he sighed with a small smile and she gasped as her back met the Desk again and with surprised brown eyes she watched as he loosened his tie and removed his glasses as he loomed over her.

He looked irresistibly attractive.

"Really, saying such things. I won't be able to control myself," he spoke voice husky and her cheeks gained a darker shade of pink and he smirked somewhat sinisterly, "what a naughty girl, it seems you need to be punished into provoking a Professor into losing himself," he spoke against her lips, her breathing was uneven as her heartbeat pounded against her heart. He desired her more than anything right now that he was capable of ignoring their clothing and become one with her.

How troublesome.

Aizen bolted awake so abruptly, the sheets flying off to his feet as he sat panting and almost groaned at the problem between his thighs. He sighed running his hand through his hair, trying to figure out if he had remembered or had it been just a dream. He felt the familiar humming of his Zanpakuto, 'I see' it was a memory. "My, oh my what an erratic Reiatsu, Aizen-san," he nearly jumped at the voice.

"Urahara Kisuke," he then realized that his Reiatsu was resounding around him based on his current state of arousal. He controlled it and glared at the man,

"Ah, it seems there's some of the Aizen Sosuke we all know and love," the blonde man said with a grin, "of all memories to recall such erotic one, I suppose Yuzu-tan does have her pheromones," the man joked, the glare turned pure murderous and the blonde resisted the urge to grin widely, "that's good, you have a limited time to fully remember her because if you don't you will lose her forever," the man turned, "and of course, you're free to take a cold bath,"

"You…" he began darkly, but the door was shut and footsteps retreated leaving the burnet to his thoughts. 'We had been lovers,' he realized and now knowing where he had to focus on he made the decision to look in the Institute that seemed key to be the key to his memories.

Yuzu sighed boredly where she sat outside waiting for her Sempai to arrive with a bit of healing Kido she had a day to finish the project she had been working on with Kizashi-Sempai, who was in fact late. It had been a few days since her encounter with Aizen, Gin and Hinamori. The Lieutenant came to speak with her about the burnet's determination to remember and the length's he was taking to do so: Obeying Urahara Kisuke: he must be fighting the urge to murder him quite well.

A nostalgic pulled at her lips.

"Thinking about me so early? How lucky," she stood walking out the Gate and gave the plum haired young man a look. "I did nothing," he said.

"You're late,"

"My apologies fair maiden, but there was traffic," he said with an exaggerated bow before opening the door for her. He was forgiven, for now anyway. There was the usual 2 hour drive to Campus, she smiled at the familiar sight of Cherry Blossoms the Campus had a beautiful path of them and she always liked to sit outside to watch them during Lunch and the full moon a hand led her inside, "who is going to make us late now?" Kizashi questioned with a smirk.

She ignored him looking at the Spirit crying under a tree, "ah…I'll catch up soon, Sempai." Kizashi Kuroki could not believe that he was seeing Aizen Sosuke, his eyes narrowed 'what is he doing here?' he perked up at the slight recognition in the man's eyes and something dawned him, an evil smirk pulled at his lips.

"I'll make it fun for you, Aizen Sosuke." Yuzu felt eyes on her the whole she worked on her Lab space, she sighed out and looked up at Kizashi who was playing innocent as he wrote down notes, 'he is defienetly up to something' but right now she wasn't up for worrying about his games, they had a deadline to meet tomorrow and they had quite a bit of work. Kizashi purposely brushed past the burnet as he walked down the Lab.

The fun would being now.

"Kizashi," Yuzu said absentmindedly as she switched the lens on the microscope, his hand reached out, "I need the—" she was cut off by his lips claiming hers, realizing there was no point in fighting him, she let him do as he pleased. That time she was unaware of the burnet that stopped at the doorway. 'Let's see if you can't remember her now,' Kizashi thought. He looked up at chocolate furious eyes, "I need the lens with the bio-chemical you listed off," she said.

"How cold of you,"

"Kizashi-Sempai,"

"What is the meaning of this?" a familiar smooth, deep voice spoke dangerously low.

Brown eyes widened.

Plum eyes gleamed.

Chocolate brown eyes glared.

"I asked a question,"

"Sosuke…"