The whole situation had been a little bit ironic, Urahara thought as he leaned back in a chair. It had been a little hard not to be bitter at the sight of them all, even the Soutaichou himself sitting in his basement cavern. Listening to his plan. Agreeing with his plan. Relying on him. All to defeat the man that he had known was evil for a century while they had allowed themselves to be brainwashed.
Bitterness was an awful thing, though, and hadn't dealt well with his disposition so the blonde man had let it slide. Besides, all was well now and with any luck, his careful planning would at least greatly weaken Aizen. After all, one didn't just get the best of Urahara Kisuke any more than one time, and Aizen had already had his shot.
Yes, it was a very good plan indeed. He was quite pleased with himself over this one.
A knock came at his door and with his normal cheery disposition the exiled Shinigami slid it open, smiling in surprise down at the so-young Hinamori-fukutaichou until it slipped off his face at the awareness of her blade partially out of its sheath.
Well there was a sobering sight if he had ever seen one!
"What can I do for you, Fukutaichou-san?"
"I don't like your plan." Somehow, though he barely knew the girl, an infant compared to him, he got the feeling that this kind of insolence wasn't a habit by the way her voice shook.
"Well," Urahara said with his smile back in place, even though his ego stung just a little bit. "Do you have any other suggestions?"
"I don't want to hurt Aizen-taichou. I don't want you to hurt him, either."
And then it clicked. This girl had been brainwashed, by the looks of it, so completely that her mind still clutched onto the illusion even after the sword abandoned her. It was all she had left. Somehow it seemed like the most brutal thing Aizen had ever done, though that was absurd.
"If you hurt him, I'll kill you," she finished, her eyes not quite glaring but not quite sobbing either. It was a little eerie. He resisted the urge to snort at the threat, and then she was gone, ambling down the hall to her own quarters.
Funny how these things work; her threat only added a new flawless layer to his already solid resolve.